Our kids are so fun...

This week was a tough one for Cory. He had to translate at the Stampin' Up! convention on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. Ask Cory sometime about how much he loves translating. He says that he's much better with written French than spoken, and that translating verbally has been a big challenge for him. He was very stressed out the first part of the week because of the anticipation, and he was working so much at the convention downtown that his company paid for him to stay at a hotel for a few nights. The cool thing is that everyone had Friday night off to enjoy themselves, so we got Papa to have a slumber party over at our house so I could have a night out with Cory at the Hotel Monaco downtown. It's a pretty nice hotel. We went to a few houses on the Salt Lake Parade of Homes (we go every year - even Lear and Ella love going to see houses) and had a nice dinner. It was great to have a nice night out without our beautiful little terrorists. And terrorists they are - Lear and Ella were under the mistaken impression that they didn't have to go to bed or follow any rules while Papa was at our house, and when he told them it was bedtime, it occasioned a major fit. He decided to let them stay in their room for a while to "cool down." When he came back upstairs to check on them a while later, they had not only stripped their mattresses, but pulled them on to the floor - as well as the box springs. I didn't know that Lear was Bam-Bam in another life - box springs are heavy things for a four-year old to move! They had set up the Thomas the Tank Engine tent on top of the mattress  "bridges," as they called them and were jumping all over them. Anyone wondering why I'm beginning to think that two are enough? I love these guys, but they can be a handful!

The picture above is of Richard taking the kids on a ride on Gramp's Jazzy chair. He came on Wednesday to watch them for me because I was playing a Brown Bag concert with Kairo By Night downtown. I truly appreciate that he is so willing to brave our children so often to help us out. We love you Papa!

Lear quote: 

Mama: "What do you want to eat, Mister Lear?"

Lear: "Peaches, and..... Peaches, and, um.... Peaches, and - aww forget it, Mama, just peaches."

Ella quote: "Papa toe-foffing me!" (translation: "Papa gave me toast with frosting!" In our house, toast with frosting is Toaster Streudel. Ella spent about five minutes repeating this over and over and over to my sister and her husband, which is her version of a conversation.)