Archive for September, 2009

Sister Missionary Suspended!

Tuesday, September 29th, 2009

Dear Curtis,

I’ve been thinking about the posting of letters on your website. I forwarded the note she sent…

Would you be alright with it if we don’t post them? I started worrying about the names of people that are mentioned and what not…

Maybe I’m just too old fashioned – and worry too much. But would you hold on it?

It was so nice of you to offer.

Love, Mom


A typical conversation

Monday, September 21st, 2009

"Mom," says Preston, "When I grow up I want to be a smuster."

"A mister?"

"NO! A Smuster!"

I pause for a moment before saying solemnly, "I do not understand what you mean." This is the only response that will prompt the child to rephrase, rather than to just repeat what he’s said more slowly and loudly, as if to an imbecile.

"You know Mom, when something is strange," he carefully rephrases, as if talking to an imbecile.

"When . . . something is strange." I have no idea what he’s talking about.

"Yeah. A smuster is for when something is strange," he says patiently.

"I do not understand what you mean," I say again.

There is an elaborate sigh, then a pause, then he bursts into song. "When there’s something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call? GO SMUSTERS!"

Our Sealing

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

I thought I’d post a few pictures from our sealing. I still haven’t recorded my thoughts about it in my journal, and I hesitate to wax too sentimental here. I guess my biggest feeling that day was relief that all the work leading up to it was over. They’re my boys forever now and that means a lot considering where we were two years ago.