Pictures & Thoughts

Last week was a good week. Somehow I felt less busy/crazy/stressed than normal. Somehow there seemed to be more time in the week than normal. Somehow I think it had something to do with an errand I did on Monday that wasn't exactly convenient. Awesome.

Here's a recap of my week...

It began, as most weeks do, at my parent's house on Sunday evening. The little girls played football. (Clara wore the tutu).
Then they dog piled. (Several dog piles, no tears).
The babies made sure to look cute. (Grandma made sure they were happy).

Steven came over for dinner on Monday so I could feed the missionaries since Jason isn't home when they need to eat. (That night I was incredibly grateful for all four of those missionaries; it was a good evening.) My brother Tom had a birthday. (What, you didn't know I have a brother named Tom? I didn't either, but he shows up for Sunday dinner every now and then).

I made crackers. (Too much information about that here). Clara and I went on a little hike. (My camera was on a site visit with Jason - thank goodness for cell phones).

Jason went on a site visit. (So I didn't have my camera).

Clara, Lily and I met Jason and Dan for lunch. (For a year, I've found excuses why we can't meet Jason for lunch.) We had a short visit with the Pickett's. (Why does it seem I spend less and less time with friends these days?) Clara ate a giant sucker. (This world has a serious lack of oversized candy; what a shame).

We enjoyed a shopping spree made possible by the one and only, Anj-shla. (Jason and I are in the middle of a spending freeze {one of us made this plan, the other one is being forced to follow} so shopping was particularly fun). Then, the week ended where it began, enjoying life with family and my parent's. (More tutus, more football, more fun).

This time, however, we celebrated Steven's birthday. (He does not like pictures, oh but I was sneaky).

I only wish I had another lovely week to look forward to. Instead, I'm dreading the next four days. In fact, my anxiety is making me sick. I talked to Clara about having a good attitude about it and looking forward to Friday when we get sad. However, no amount of attitude adjustment is going to make me miss this sweet little face any less every day. (Especially when funny comments accompany the sweet face, like, "Hey, I'm Steven!" immediately after putting Steven's hat on).

Things could be worse, that's for sure...