food, crochet, merriment
“I have always found that when we do the little things correctly, the Lord gives us the strength to accomplish big things… You might not always understand the reasons for some rules or commandments, but if you will follow them even in the little things you will have more strength to do big things… And you will have the great blessing of knowing that you are on the Lord’s side and that He is on yours.”
–Donald L. Hallstrom
Our 4th of July mornings always start with the balloon festival in Provo. It’s crazy early, and kinda cold–but oh, my how we LOVE it!
Many times we all go back home and take a nap in order to be ready for the rest of the upcoming fun stuff. We did miss Rhen and Jessica who found that starting the day a little later was just what they needed. It’s a tradition that has become one of our favorite things about the 4th.
One of our favorite things.
As you might suspect…
there are plenty more.
hee-hee-hee.
Our little Merrick went to the hospital last week to have a scoping procedure done. They’re trying to figure out why he has so many tummyaches.
He woke up after and did a little video to tell his daddy that he was ok and he was shaking from the anesthesia. That was very hard to watch.
Prayers please for our sweet, sweet boy.
We love you so much honey.
*Note* They didn’t find anything of concern from Merrick’s procedure–which is wonderful. But it doesn’t solve the mystery of the tummyaches. Darn it.
Jillian told me that 250 years ago on July 8th the Declaration of Independence was officially read to the colonists. So in commeration of that auspicious occassion, and in the true Spirit of 1776…
I’m going to…
…watch National Treasure because it’s sort of about the Declaration of Independence and it’s got Nicolas Cage in it so…you know. Heh, heh.
…wear my comemorative pins all over the place and impress the cats with my patriotic spirit.
…work on my star garland because it’s terrifically patriotic.
wave my fireworks around and holler BOOM a million times!!! The neighbors may just call the police–but I don’t care!
…work on my perfectly patriotic puzzle. Say that 10 times fast.
Eat one thousand-seven-hundred and seventy-six Bomb Pops…no explaination needed. Didn’t these used to be way bigger? What the…?
…stick my America 250 stickers all over the house and my water bottles and my phone and the wall and the car and the windows and the furnature and the cats.
AND…watch my cute son’s new video and sing and dance along with it!!
I suppose this is what happens when you live all by yourself and nobody even tries to stop you from doing wild and crazy things clear into the wee hours.
And you know me…even all alone, anything for a party!
USA! USA! USA!
After watching a rousing soccer match where one of our favorite teams–Argentina–won (of course they did! They have Lionel Messi on their team!) our cute little “C” said, “Look mom!! I have a Messi shirt!”
Oh, ummmm….well then. Ok.
Yes, you do honey. Yes, you do.
Sweet thing.
Heh, heh.