October 26,2008
















This past week has been crazy, but not quite as crazy as this coming week will be. Bree had a field trip that I attended. I go on all the preschool fieldtrips. By the time David goes to preschool, he will know all the trips by heart, having attended twice already. We went on the pumpkin walk. It was so much fun. For those who do not know, I tend a little boy named Parker who has become a part of our family.










I will be driving down to Salt Lake City twice this week for testing due to the accident we were in more than 2 1/2 years ago. They are somewhat uncomfortable tests, so please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. My friends and neighbors have been so willing to help with watching our children. They are a bleesing in our lives.










About a week ago, David had a tantrum. He stomped one foot as he walked away sulking. There is just something so funny about watching a tiny boy stomp his little foot in protest.










Aunt Melanie sent Bree an outfit that she loved so much she wore for an entire day and night. I did make her take it off so I can wash it. Though I suspect when it is clean she will take it hot out the dryer. That is her favorite way to wear her clothes anyway.










Donny will have three days off this week. He doesn't really like having time off of school. The second day of school I asked him how his day was, and he looked at me and said, "mom, school is wonderful!". What a relief for a mom!










Ed has been working a ton this week, I am sure he is very tired. He also has a project coming due pretty soon in his math class. I keep trying to tell him that it isn't really a math class, but he assures me it is. A project in math? It just doesn't seem right.
I have also included pics of Donny and Bree's first day of school.

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Tricia said…
Hi there not sure if you remember me but I seved in your ward in 1999 to 2000! (sister slind) you have a beautiful family!!!
November 2, 2008 at 9:34 PM
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