Mrs. Sippi

Emma asked me yesterday if she could google "7-8 year boys whose last name is Sippi." She wanted to find one to marry so that she can be "Mrs. Sippi." Just say it out loud, you'll get her drift...

Tonight I asked Audrey for a kiss. She sweetly grabbed my chin, looked in my eyes, and said, "No thanks."

Dates that Don't Count....Part 234

Lately I've been complaining about how Nathan gets to go on lots of yummy power lunches while I'm at home eating Power Bars. So tonight he "treated" me to dinner at the Walmart deli counter.

Images I never want to forget - part deux

Yesterday in primary Ry was chosen to come up front and play the rhythm sticks during the chorus of a primary song. He stood there quietly holding the sticks, so darling in his button-down shirt and corduroy pants, with his belt wrapped around twice to keep them up. And then when the chorus of the song came, he unleashed the beast! He banged those rhythm sticks so furiously that every teacher in the room giggled. I never want to forget him up there with his face as red as his hair as he beat those sticks to a pulp, to the chorus of "Follow the Prophet."

"I'm also available for weddings and bar mitzvahs..."

So the other day I heard insane noises coming from outside. (Oh - and I also heard every dog in a 1-mile radius barking and howling.) I finally discovered Ry on my master deck putting on a concert for the neighborhood. He'd dragged Emma's karaoke machine out there, got himself up on a chair (not the safest thing he's ever done, but not the most dangerous either) and was doing witch cackles, etc. with the microphone on full blast and maximum echo. And yes, he was in his pajamas.