
I didn't know that when the Bible talks of plagues and pestilences, its authors spoke of this kind of thing.

Mr. Taylor,


After Milo's AM nap we headed to the park, & had a great time racing down slides (sorry no pics, Milo hasn't learned to use the camera yet.) After breaking a sweat we headed over to the local strip mall to get some lunch. There is a little Italian Gelato/Bakery place that I've heard is fab, but before we got that far, we passed a large greasy burger chain & Hannah said she wanted to go there for lunch. I decided to accommodate her request, & despite how greasy the food & dining area were, my lunch dates were enjoyable!
Mr. Taylor,
We looked high & low, but there was no sign of butterflies.
We even considered the fact that we were making too much noise, so we were quiet & sneaky...
but our efforts were unsuccessful, better luck next time.
Mr. Taylor,
"Mom, I don't understand... there's wind blowing my hair, my face. I just don't understand."
Oh, wait... I'm not sure if Jeff agrees. But the kids & I are off to beautiful, mountainous Salt Lake Valley to get out of the way of Jeff's bar studying. I am going to try to keep updated here, for Jeff's sake, on our fun time away.
This morning I asked Hannah if she wanted to watch a show while I got ready for the day. I told her I would put one on after she cleaned up the blocks she had pulled out & dumped all over. She got right to work, in hopes that she could watch something right away. Our conversation went like this...H: Mom, Do you want to help me? I can’t do it myself
Me: Yes you can. Who got the block out?
H: It’s okay, you can just help me for a minute, & then you can go get yourself pretty. You can put your make up on. You don’t look so good today. You can put lipstick on for Utah, your lips need lipstick. They don’t look so good.




