Weekend

We took the third graders to Bonneville Park on Friday because they passed 1000 iReady lessons in March.  It took about 20 seconds for about 20 of them to be 20 feet up a tree.  After some coaxing, we got them down and some of them were supremely put out that they couldn't climb the tree.

Also, one of my students who was absent was at the park.

I don't think he was expecting the entire third grade to show up....

Here's what happens on Friday nights:  we debate tiredly and without conviction about dinner plans.  We don't care and we don't want to decide.  At 6:45, we were both in our pjs.  Braeden and QE called and she was also in her pjs so we were a club.

Saturday was a good day.  Adam did the taxes (bless his heart that I don't have to do that and also, it's for sure that he is the better choice), and I did all my housekeeping tasks that keep this ball rolling.

I finally found a source linking Matilda Anderson to her parents.  I still have questions.

We did our errands and I got some orange spray paint to paint some bottle brush trees I bought to look like carrots.

It didn't work at all.

I scrounged some orange paint in my box of old acrylic paint.  It kind of worked.  Someday the end result will match my expectations with one of these projects and it will be amazing.

In the meantime, here we are.

I scrubbed orange paint off my hands and we went to the temple.  We met Emma there and I enjoyed it.  I felt loved and what more could I want on a beautiful Saturday afternoon.

It was so pretty outside with the fragrant flowers and a beautiful sunset that we decided to take a picture. 

We didn't get too many flowers in the shot, but you get the idea.  We took Emma to dinner and then came home to watch an increasingly upsetting episode of Wolf Hall.  I know Thomas Cromwell is going to be beheaded and it is stressing me out.  (Also Henry VIII reminds me of Donald Trump--bleck.)

I should probably stick to The Great British Baking Show, Jane Austen, and Disney princesses.  I have a low tolerance for tense situations.  

Sunday morning I added some palm leaves to the mantle for Palm Sunday.  Adam was leaving for church meetings and said, "Bring those to sacrament meeting."

I said no.

I didn't want to walk in with palm leaves like I was in charge.  I told Adam he could take them.  I said, "If you don't bring them home, you will need to go back and get them."

He brought them back.

Before church I got a text to meet with a member of the bishopric.  I was asked to have an additional calling and be a primary chorister.  After my meeting with Brother Ivie, I went into Adam's office and said, "I would think that I would have had some notice about a new calling."

He smiled and asked, "How much notice did you need?"

I am happy to be in primary though. 

This week it was Emma who bowed out so Mark was the only one who came for dinner.  As soon as he arrived, I had him hang up my newly framed paint by numbers I did last weekend.  He stood on a ladder with me saying, "A little to the side, a little up, no, stop."  

At one point, he asked, "Is that OK-ish?"  

I said, "Yes."

The whole gallery wall is OK-ish.  It's really the only way I know how to hang things and my boys get me.

We ate and chatted and took a walk by the Lindon temple.

It is very photogenic.

(Adam took the last picture.)

Weekends zoom by.  Only six more weeks of school, so I guess everything is zooming by.