Jenny's house

Today was the last day of school for my posse. Reed, as a way of congratulating them on all their accomplishments of the past year, offered to take us to dinner at a restaurant of the girls choosing, they just couldn't choose Sweet Tomatoes. The girls pick for dinner-Denny's. So we wait for Reed to finish working, load in the car and say a prayer before we head out. Tanner offers to say the prayer and proceeds to express his excitement and gratitude that we get to go to Jenny's house. At Denny's he kept asking when we were going to go to Jenny's house and when we arrived back home he burst into tears because he didn't get to go to Jenny's house. I tried to explain how Denny's and Jenny's sound the same, but he would not stop crying until I offered an ice cream sandwich as a peace treaty. I suspect he will want to go to Jenny's house again tomorrow, just for the ice cream. As for Reed and I, we have just added Denny's to our list of "we won't go back there again for a long time" restaurants (which is also the fate of Sweet Tomatoes, in case you were wondering).

A matter of perspective

Life has been crazy busy.
Too crazy.
It seems like every time I catch up I have another crisis hit me from my blind spot. So, between writing papers with my third grader (did I ever do that in third grade?), getting the refrigerator and air conditioner repaired and a bout with the flu (me this time, way fun) I was feeling like I was not meant to be caught up on sleep, or laundry, or shopping, etc... So I had this feeling on Thursday that there was a birthday coming up. So I went to the calendar and-It was Reed's birthday on Friday. I would love to say at this point that I pulled my act together and did something wonderful for Reed's birthday, but alas that is not the case. He packed up to go to the Aaronic Priesthood commemorative campout (aka Father's and Son's) and I had nothing for him. We made a cake after he was gone. He arrived back home on Sat. and I left to take the girls shopping. He got to eat his cake at 9pm on Sat night. I didn't think we would see him on Sunday until after lunch so we had a fend for yourselves, which Reed walked into the middle of and ended up executing. So that is it. One birthday with no cards, no gifts and no nice dinner.
How messed up is that?
On Sunday afternoon I received an e-mail that Celia (sister of Allie who I work with) had succumbed to luekemia. She had been diagnosed 9 days before.
So today I took time to read with my 5 year old, swim with my kids, and now I am going to appologize again to my husband for dropping the ball on his birthday, because every day counts.
(I have also promised myself I will never complain again about a family photo, you just never know if you will get the chance again)