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“If everything was bananas then Denver would be in heaven.” That is a direct quote from Hunter this weekend. He sort of just said it out of the blue, but I thought it was sort of cute. Denver does like bananas although I think if that was all there was to eat, he’d get sick of them pretty quick. Hunter, on the other hand, is in “Hunter Heaven” right now with his Daddy. They are downstairs playing GIJoes together, a rare occurrence around here. Hunter has been begging Mark all day to bring up his GIJoes and after dinner tonight, Mark agreed to bring up some of his very special collection and play with Hunter. So right now they are sitting on the floor downstairs surrounded by a million GIJoe action figures and vehicles and Hunter is in heaven. And he won’t be happy in a few minutes when I announce that it is Hunter’s bedtime.

We’ve had a very busy but really great weekend. We had three very special visitors come and visit–Grandma and Grandpa Henrichsen and Uncle John. We met them in New York City Saturday morning and went to the open house of the Manhattan temple together. We also brought along our non-member neighbor, Elizabeth, who thought the temple was very beautiful. We all agree. We returned home around 1:00pm and within minutes the Hoggan family drove up and asked if Hunter could come play at the school playground with Grace. We figured since the boys had been cooped up in the car for so long, we would let them go. So we spent about an hour at the park with the Hoggans, which ended up being a very nice, unplanned trip to the playground. Afterwards we had chores to do, so while I ran to the grocery store, Mark and his brother and his dad all worked in the yard. We then hit Bennigans for some dinner and to introduce Mark’s dad to the Monte Cristo sandwhich–ham and cheese dipped in batter and fried, which you then dip in raspberry jam. It was delicious!

Sunday was just Sunday. We had church, as usual. We played Jeopardy in Primary for singing time and I think all of the kids enjoyed themselves. After church we had fajitas and made another trip to the park to burn some extra energy that the boys always seem to have after a long day at church. The boys all went to bed early, since they don’t get naps on Sunday, and the rest of us stayed up late talking and singing and eating and playing games. We tried out a new invention of mine that turned out to be pretty delicious. Two snickerdoodles, dulce de leche and some ice cream! Yum!

This morning, we picked up McDonalds for breakfast and went downtown for Fairfield’s Memorial Day parade. It was a pretty great parade with a helicopter buzzing very low overhead, as well as some fighter jets which Mark loved! There were all the cops and firefighters and army trucks, which are always cool to see. And of course, there was Miss Melody’s float (the only Daisy troop to get a float) with Grace aboard, which we were all anxious to see.

I became very emotional during the parade and had a difficult time not bursting into uncontrollable sobbing. Ever since Chris sent me the story about a possible draft (thanks a lot Chris) I’ve been very emotional when it comes to my patriotism and my boys. I know fifteen years is a long way off to be worrying about it, but I feel like if they are feeling a need to do a draft now, they will probably definitely need to do one when my boys are of a draftable age. And the thought of my boys being called to battle stirs up overwhelming emotions in me. So today when I saw all these old men walking down the street I felt so much emotion for them, knowing that many of them went to war so young and scared and yet, fought for our freedom and the freedom of others, without any hesitation. And I suppose, should this country need them, my boys will go and fight and perhaps even die for their country and our freedom. I know they will do us proud and God will bring them home, if not back to me, then to the mansion He has prepared for them above. And the freedom they fight to preserve or to offer others will all be worth it, as much as the thought of losing them breaks my heart apart.

When we got home we fired up the grill and cooked us some burgers and hot dogs and chicken and were soon joined by Nate and Devanie and Chris and Cliff and all of the cousins. We also invited Elizabeth (I just feel so sad for her, she must be lonely) who seemed to enjoy the food and the company. Everyone left around two o’clock, including our special visitors and we spent the rest of the day recovering from the busy weekend. Tomorrow it’s back to work and the usual daily grind of things but we are anxiously awaiting the arrival of Grandma and Grandpa Stout and Aunt Kak-Kak, which should make the daily hum-drum go by a little bit quicker.

Just a few conversations with the kids from the past few days:

A few days ago, after Hunter had been watching TV for an hour or so, I called upstairs for him to come downstairs and do some coloring. He protested because “Kim Possible” was coming on and he didn’t want to miss it. I insisted that he turn the TV off and get downstairs immediately. He stomped down the stairs in anger and shouted, “But Mommy! I’m a TV boy!” He’s right about that. Hunter thinks he’ll die if he doesn’t get about 16 hours of TV a day. Unfortunately for him, I know better and don’t give in to his sob stories. Two hours a day is oodles!

The other night while I was tucking Denver in bed he asked me to climb into his bed. For those of you who don’t know, Denver is still sleeping in a crib. Lucky for him, I’ve climbed in once before–in a desperate attempt to get our baby Noah to stay asleep–and I knew the crib could handle a few extra pounds. So, to Denver’s surprise, I climbed in! He was thrilled. And when Daddy came ’round to say “goodnight” Denver enthusiastically said, “Hop in, Daddy!” We didn’t have to try to know that the crib wouldn’t handle all three of us, so Daddy had to decline. But we all know he would have climbed in if he could have.

This week I was completely wiped out by a stomach bug that left me feeling miserable. I couldn’t eat or drink ANYTHING for three days. To make matters worse, I also had a UTI. So, one afternoon I was laying on my bed, watching TV. The boys were coming and going, climbing up beside me for an occassional snug. After awhile, Hunter and Noah were quietly playing alongside my bed and Denver had wandered off downstairs. A few minutes later, Denver came bouncing and galloping into my room, dragging his toy lawnmower behind him. He was bubbling over with excitment and exlaiming, “I did it, Mommy! I did it!” I sat up, wondering what he had accomplished that was so great and quickly realized that he had dragged the toy lawnmower (which is almost bigger than he is) all the way up the stairs by himself. He came running over to my side of the bed and in the biggest, happiest voice he shouted, “Ta-dah Mommy!” Talk about being proud of oneself–Denver was the proudest boy I’ve ever seen.

We got a new phone number this week. We switched from a regular phoneline to a cableline. So, from now on, when you talk to us on our home phone we’ll be talking over the internet. It only costs $34.95 a month for all of our local and long distance calls, our caller ID, voice messaging, voice forwarding, etc. We were paying $38 a month just for our phone line and another $20-40 a month for long distance. So, we’re saving around $30 a month which should cover the cost of the cable upgrade we got with Mark’s raise. Anyway, if you don’t know our new number yet, you can find out what it is by calling our old number. This week, I called Melanie to let her know about our new number and Denver was sitting on my lap. I began telling her the new number which starts with 3-4-5 and then Denver finsished it off with 5-6-7-8. Clever little fella. That would be a great phone number to have, especially with little kids, but unfortunately if you dial that number you won’t get a hold of us.

And last but not least, a few days ago Hunter and I had our first “birds and the bees” talk. It wasn’t anything major but it was pretty cute. He was in the bath and was playing with his testicles. I noticed and said in passing, “Oh, those are your testicles.” Right after that Hunter asked, “Why do I have intestines?” I went into a long discussion about intestines and how we have the small intestines to get all the nutrients our body needs out of the food we eat and how we have the large intestines to make our poop. When I was done he asked again, “But why do I have intestines?” It was then that I realized he was asking about his testicles and I said, “Oh, you mean testicles?” And he said, “Yeah.” I paused for a moment because I didn’t want to say too much too soon and then responded with, “Because you need them to make babies.” Hunter thought I’d totally lost it and said, “Mommy! Boys don’t make babies!” I said, “Yes they do. That’s why you need a husband and a wife when you get married. But you don’t need to worry about that until you’re big. You just need to worry about little kid things, like being good in Primary and Preschool and having lots of fun.” Hunter contemplated that for awhile and then responded with, “I just need to worry about playing and being good at Kindergarten?” And I said, “Yup!” And he went on doing something else, like pouring a bucket of water on his brother’s head or splashing water on the bathroom floor. I must say, it went pretty well and I must have answered all of his questions because he hasn’t mentioned it since and he hasn’t asked for more. Shroo! Noah, who listened to the entire conversation, a few days later asked the same question while I was changing his diaper. I think he did it just because he heard Hunter ask. All Noah got was, “because Heavenly Father gave them to you, that’s why.” But that seemed to do the trick and hopefully will last them both for another year or so.

After four days of being too sick to eat, I’ve been having some serious cravings. Yesterday it was French Onion Soup. Today it was Tuna Casserole. I’ve never made Tuna Casserole, ever. I haven’t eaten Tuna Casserole in almost twenty years. But tonight, I wanted some. . .real bad. So I made some and it was so gross I could barely stomach it. Go figure. I guess I need a good recipe for Tuna Casserole, if anyone has one. I’ve got one more craving to satisfy, which involves another four hours of boiling and some baking. If it turns out good, I’ll let you know. And for those of you who are wondering if I might be pregnant, the answer is “no.”

Anyway, my apologies for not blogging lately. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to. It’s just that something happened between my computer and the blogger that made it very difficult to access my blog. Most nights, after half an hour of waiting for something to happen, I ended up snoozing on the couch, exhausted from the day and bored to death, waiting for something to happen. Lucky for me, Mark got a new job and along with it, a new,FAST computer. Which means, on the nights he’s not using it, I’ll be blogging again. Hurray! My brain is about to burst trying to remember everything I want to blog about. Now, I’ve got a mountain of laundry to fold before I go to bed and I have to go to bed early because we’re going to see the Manhattan Temple bright and early tomorrow. We’re taking along our neighbor, Elizabeth, and meeting Mom and Dad Henrichsen in New York. So off I go! But don’t worry. . .I’ll try and get ya’all caught up on the month of May before we reach June.

Hunter had a very bad today. Apparently at preschool he decided to go a little bonkers right when Miss Melody was busy talking with a lady who is considering enrolling her three year old son this fall. Hopefully, this lady doesn’t know Hunter and Noah are related or else she might reconsider her decision which would leave Miss Melody with no other preschoolers for Fall. And, if she doesn’t have at least 3 kids, Noah doesn’t have preschool, because I refuse to pay $4000.00 for 10 months of so-called preschool in Fairfield. Anyway, when I went to pick Hunter up, I was bombarded with the news of his tantrum. Then, Noah announced that he got a sucker at Wal-mart and Hunter wanted to know if we got him one. Regrettably, I did not. This threw him into another tantrum and he really lost control of himself. Poor Miss Melody. I thought she was about to faint. She only has two girls who never do anything unperfect and I can only imagine what she was thinking as I chased Hunter around her practically perfect house, spanking him and dragging him across the floor. Of course, he climbed into the car, kicking and screaming, which woke up poor Denver who was trying to sleep. I wasn’t too thrilled about any of it. Soooooo. . .when we got home Hunter got this really great lecture. I know I’m not supposed to lecture but. . . .Anyway, I went on and on about how he can’t throw tantrums because he doesn’t get what he wants or because he doesn’t get to have a friend over or because he has to clean up his toys. When I was finished I said, “Do you understand?” And he said, “Yes but you’ve got a couple yellow teeth.” That is a direct quote because I was laughing so hard, I had to leave the room and write it down. Nope. He hadn’t heard a word I’d said. I thought for sure it had all registered because he sat there listening so intently, like he was hanging on my every word. I mean, his eyes didn’t leave my face–which is very rare for Hunter. Now I know–it was just my teeth he was paying attention to. Guess I should have gotten those Crest whitening strips at Walmart afterall.

Later, after the boys went down for nap, I tried consoling myself with a couple of snack size snickers bars. Ice cream and chocolate usually do the trick. Unless you have Denver right next to you while you are self-medicating with food. He also ate a candy bar and when he was finished, he spit out the entire candy bar’s worth of peanuts into my hand. How do they do that? How do you eat an entire candy bar and not swallow the peanuts? I just don’t get it. And what am I supposed to do with a handful of slobbery, semi-chewed peanuts? Well. . .if you’re wondering, I ate them and you know what? They weren’t so bad. Remember–I ate Denver’s throw up a few months ago. Partially eaten peanuts is nothing compared to that!

Thanks to all of the sun Mother Nature has been sending our way, we’ve enjoyed a wonderful week of sunshine and water. We’re all burned to a crisp, but we’ve rid ourselves of cabin fever, which is worth all of the pain a sunburn has to offer. Hunter has been especially well-behaved this week thanks to all of the physical activity and sheer exhaustion of running around in the sun all day. I love it! Sunday, we eagerly ran home from church to find “Aunt Sonnet” waiting at our door. She came to visit after a conference in Long Island, and spent the night with us. We ate dinner and played at the park for about an hour. Then Mark made us homemade pudding, which is like eating hot fudge straight out of the jar. Delicious!

Monday, Mark had to go to work–to start his new job as IT Leader! We’re so proud of him and all the work he does to provide for us. He’s moved himself into GE Real Estate which offers us a lot more job security and better insurance (it was already pretty great) and maybe even a little more money. We’re so excited. He even gets to work normal hours again, and this week we’ve been so lucky because he’s been home before six almost every night. I’m in heaven. (Today he even left before seven–very unusual for Mark, who really likes to sleep in.) Anyway, Monday he had to work, but promised to meet us for lunch in Stamford around 12:30. So, Sonnet and the boys and I visited Jennings Beach and the Norwalk Aquarium to pass the morning hours. It was low tide at the beach and that meant Hunter could actually walk on a buoy, which is normally too far out for him to swim to. We also saw a lot of beached jellyfish and a crab and we also got to see a seagull eat the crab. That’s the circle of life for ya! The aquarium was fun until Noah and Denver decided to meltdown at the same time. Thank goodness we had Aunt Sonnet with us (who Hunter wouldn’t leave alone) and she took off with Hunter to see the sharks while I calmed the other two down. Then it was off to IHOP for lunch. Sonnet had to leave at 4:00pm to catch her plane and that was the end of our first fun-filled day.

Tuesday it was almost ninety degrees here. We filled up our pool out back and spent several hours playing in the water and running around in the backyard. I tackled one of our flowerbeds, pulling weeds and grubs out of the dirt and getting it ready for something a little prettier. . .flowers! Noah loves worms and as I dug in the garden I thought of Sister Hinckley when she talked about teaching your kids about the “wiggliness of worms” and how wonderful they are. Noah and I found a lot of worms and they were very wiggly and wonderful. We ate lunch outside and then I put on my swimsuit and ran around with the boys for awhile, squirting them with the squirt gun and pushing Denver in the swing. Another fun day.

Wednesday, we picked Hunter up from preschool and went straight to the beach. We grabbed McDonald’s and met Devanie and the girls there. The kids played together the entire time which left Devanie and I to sit and chat and burn in the sun and feed seagulls french fries. Feeling a little guilty that I wasn’t doing more with the kids, I went and asked Hunter if he wanted me to help and he said, “Mommy, we’re doing just fine.” So, I returned to the sun and increased my 1st degree sunburn to a 2nd degree sunburn. We left the beach around 3:00pm and the kids played in the backyard for another hour or so. They all had popsicles and made a fine mess of themselves. For your information, Jello Pudding Pops are now back in stores and they are just as good as they were when we were little. We ran inside around 4:30pm and just in time too. Thunder started rumbling within minutes of us going inside and the rain followed shortly after that. The boys had a quick bath and all of them were in bed by 7:30pm, so Mark and I could watch a vacuum/air filter demonstration–thanks to Devanie!

Yesterday was playgroup and afterwards we hit Wal-mart to get our new fish and some flowers for my flowerbed. Our fish is a red beta and I wanted to call him Elmo but I figured that would be a little confusing for Denver, who is a big Elmo fan. So, we made a slight alteration and will now call him LMNO. He’s been a wonderful fish so far and even though Denver has stuck his hands in the fishbowl several times, he hasn’t bitten him yet. Do betas bite? All three boys were asleep when we got home, so I carried them all in, one by one, and started up some more laundry. Then, I went outside to plant my new flowers–which I love to do. I’m a gardener at heart, I just need to develop my gardening skills a little bit more. I folded the rest of the laundry and made dinner and it was time to pick up Mark. We ended the day with a trip to Dairy Queen–yum!

Today is still a little undecided. The boy’s are definitely going camping tonight with Mark. It’s Fathers and Sons tonight. I think that is why Mark was up so early. He’s excited and anxious to get home early and on his way. He’s being extremely brave and is planning on taking all three boys with him. Yikes! But, the boy’s are terribly excited and have been waiting all week for this day to come, crying almost every night because it wasn’t time to go yet. Noah, especially, can’t wait to sleep in a sleeping bag, outside. The first thing he wants to do when he gets there is the “marshmallow roasting part.” I’m going to get a night all to myself, which is thrilling and lonely all together. I’ll miss them all, but not too much. Anyway, we’ve got some packing to do and we may be visiting the beach again–should Mr. Sun decide to show himself in the next couple of hours. As of right now it’s sort of cloudy and cool. We shall see.

Hunter has started asking me to wipe his nose. Normally I’d protest, but since I’m already doing it for Noah and Denver it’s sort of like, what’s another runny nose? Anyway, today while I was doing the dinner dishes he asked me to wipe his nose and I said “no, do it yourself” because my hands were wet and kleenex and wet hands just don’t go well together. And Hunter said, “But mommmmmeeeee! When I wipe my nose I just get snot.” And my response was, “What’s the difference between what you get out of your nose and what I get out of your nose?” And he said, “I just get snot out and you get boogers.” What’s the difference? I’ll tell you what–I make Hunter blow his nose and he just wipes. Silly boy.

This morning Mark gave Noah a contact case to play with. This evening Noah still had the case but not the tops. He asked me where they were and I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I don’t know.” Noah thought they must still be up in the bathroom so he went up to look. A while later I came up to put Noah’s pajamas on and noticed he had my contact case. I took it away with an “I don’t think so, Noah” and went to put it back in the bathroom. And there, exactly where my case had been, was Mark’s case minus the lids. Nice try my little Noah, nice try.

Can I just say, I love my kids. Everything about them. . . everything.

We’re sick again. It must be the last cold of the season, right? Before summer comes and we’re too busy having fun to get sick. Let’s hope so. Here’s a quick run down on the last few days. Sunday was uneventful. We’ve got all of the kids ready to sing in sacrament meeting for mother’s day. I even taught them some sign language–which is pretty awesome, to see all those kids talking with their hands about how much they love their moms. Monday, Noah got to go with Hunter to preschool, which he was soooooooooooo excited about. When we arrived at Miss Melody’s she had hung a sign on the door which said, “Welcome to Preschool Noah.” His little smile went beyond ear to ear. They talked about Mother’s day and what they love about their mom–me! Here’s a few of the things they love about me. Hunter said, “I love my mom because she gives me food to eat. She plays Imaginext with me. She takes us on walks. She helps me with my diabetes. She sings with me. She reads me stories. And she helps me put my glasses on.” Noah said, “I love my mom because she plays bowling with me. She snugs me. She helps me poop. She can fly a kite. And, she plays Adventure Racing.” Then Melody asked Hunter if he could give me anything in the world, if he had all the money in the world to buy me something, what would it be? And he said, “I would give her my diabetes because she wants that too.” I burst into tears, just knowing that he understands how badly I wish I could take that from him. My sweet Hunter.

Monday was FHE and we talked about gratitude since Monday afternoon on the way home from our “rain walk” Hunter decided to throw a tantrum because we don’t have cable t.v. We talked about the ten lepers and how important it is that we be grateful for all that Heavenly Father has given us (and not focus so much on the things we don’t have.) Then, we made a list of 100 things we are grateful for. Here are a few of the things that topped our list: Family, Jesus, Slinkies, Ice Cream, T.V., Honey Sippies, Bugs, Escalators and Elevators, Corn on the Hunk, Fresh Air, Temples, Hill Cumorah Pageant, Niagra Falls, Freckles, Fruit Loops and Cinnamon Toast Crunch, Math, Book of Mormon, Joseph Smith, Hammocks, Electricity, Nintendo, Chocolate, Air Conditioning, Toilet Paper, toilets, dishwashers, disposable diapers, Good advice, Prayer, the Spirit, music, trials, road trips, swimming pools, the ocean, sunshine, soul mates, and pizza. Hunter also said he was thankful for “Clouds, to hold heaven up.”

Tuesday, everyone woke up with stuffy noses and sore throats. I spent most of the day cleaning house and doing laundry. The boys have been a little obssessed with birds and nests, so we built a big bird’s nest on the family room floor. They pretended to be eggs hatching and I was their momma, bringing them fresh gummy worms from the cupboard and pushing them out of the nest and teaching them to fly. For those of you who have been following my baby birds, our momma robin never returned and today whatever it is that’s been disturbing our nest, came back. It took another egg and knocked the fourth on the ground. So, I removed the nest from the tree and took the last egg. I’m going to preserve them, for school reports and “show and tell.” Anyway, Tuesday night we also got to run around outside–which is so therapeutic for me. I taught Hunter how to play “Around the World” with the basketball hoop and he loved it. I’m so excited to teach him all of the fun games we used to play outside when we were little.

Today was Preschool again, for Hunter and Noah. I watched Jorgito while Melanie went to work and then she watched Denver and Noah, while Hunter and I went to Kindergarten orientation. They had us meet the PTA and took Hunter to meet a teacher and go on a school bus ride around the block. One of the librarian’s there is diabetic and I noticed her checking her blood during the meeting and afterwards, introduced Hunter to her. Also, Mrs. Mocher introduced herself to us. She had a little girl in her class this year that is also on an insulin pump. So, he’s already got a great support network. Everyone there is extremely friendly and I’m feeling a little bit better about sending him off to school this year, than I did last year. When we got home we watched a movie so I could rest (I was pretty exhausted from being up all night with sick kids, as well as my sick self and then being up early for the baby) and I managed to get about 20 minutes of interupted sleep. Then we played gamecube and played outside and made caramel popcorn. The boys have made a new friend, just a few houses down, name Luke. He’s a sixth grader but for some reason, he likes to play with the boys and swing in our hammock. He brought Hunter and Noah a cookie each the other day. So, the boys very excitedly delivered a bag of caramel popcorn to Luke and Noah insisted he needed to go back over to Luke’s house to deliver one more piece of popcorn. They love Luke. I’m not sure yet, about Luke. But I’ll worry about that another day. Tonight, I’m all done worrying and all ready for bed. Goodnight!

Our quadruplets are no longer four. We’re down to two. I’m not sure what happened. This morning I ran to the window, as usual, to see if she was on her nest and she wasn’t. So, I checked the eggs and I could only see one. So I ran outside in my pj’s and there were only two. A small part of the nest was on the ground with a little bit of eggshell. I try to be optimistic and tell myself that two eggs hatched and flew away, but. . .yeah, right. Baby birds don’t hatch and fly away all in one night. I obviously don’t know a lot about birds, but I know that baby birds have to stay put for a little while. I think something bad happened because she hasn’t come back–the mama. She must have gotten scared. Which makes me even sadder, because she’s still got two babies. I’m mean, she just layed one of them yesterday. . .she’s gotta come back. They need her! This is all too much for me. I feel like I lost two babies myself. I’ve been on the verge of tears all day. I’m so happy Mike and Denise had their baby and that all is well. But. . .what about my babies? My poor babies. My poor mama robin. And you know what’s worse? Whatever got the first two, will probably come back for more tonight. Why wouldn’t it? And what am I gonna do then? What am I going to do without that wee bit of excitement in my day? I’m so, so sad.

that robins lay their entire clutch of eggs in one day. I thought that robins lay their eggs all at once, you know, one right after the other, all on the same day. Who would have thought that robins only lay an egg a day? So, the arrival of their entire clutch could take days. My point is. . . we’re not expecting triplets anymore. Nope–we’re having quadruplets. And maybe tomorrow, it will be quintuplets. Who knows? All I know is, she’d better stop soon or her nest is going to overflow. She’s the best little robin I ever knew.

Anyway, so far, this weekend has been pretty busy. Yesterday we washed the car, since I promised the boys that we would. They all had fun and ended up running through the sprinklers in sixty degree weather in nothing but their swimsuits. All of our neighbors probably thought I was crazy, but if they haven’t figured that out yet, well then, it’s about time they did. I threw them all in the bath when we were done and fed them cereal for dinner. I know, not the healthiest, but hey, they ate it, which is more than I can say when I actually make an effort and cook them something healthy. Then, we picked Mark up from the train and headed for the GarlicFest. I wasn’t so impressed but we did have some great Garlic Fries and Hunter had fun trying to dunk some jock in the dunking machine and the kids got to ride a couple of rides that were way too expensive, but fun. They had a mini pirate swing ride and I made Hunter go on it, to try and undo the damage of last summer when Mark and I took him on the real thing. Unfortunately, it didn’t work and he got scared. Ah well, I’m not particularly fond of that ride myself.

Today we hooked up our new toys and took a bike ride to McDonalds for breakfast. Mark found a bike trailer on ebay for $99 which allows me to ride my bike with Noah and Denver in tow. He also got a “Trail-a-bike” which hooks on the back of Mark’s bike, turning it into a tandem bike of sorts–so Hunter can ride with him. I hadn’t ever seen one until we moved out here, but it’s the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen. Hunter loved it. We made it to McDonalds in around 3 minutes and I about passed out after one. I suppose, despite Step Reebok and The Firm, I’m still slightly out of shape. We returned home just in time to jump in the car and head for the ward Primary activity–kite flying on the beach. We flew our kites and dug in the sand and chatted with all of our friends from church. It was fun. The boys took naps and I did a few chores. After dinner we headed to Milford for Megan’s birthday party, which we totally missed. But, we had some cake and went swimming and had fun anyway. Thanks Chris! We ran by ToysRUs and the grocery store and we were done. Now we’re just hanging out, watching “Something’s Gotta Give” (my new favorite movie) and blogging. Tomorrow should be much slower. We shall see!