What a wonderful world

I should be working on this years Search and Rescue portrait. (It was supposed to be DONE 2 weeks ago.) That was the plan this afternoon. But these photos from yesterday were calling my name. I had to play with them a little bit. And I miss blogging.

Alison stopped by yesterday and we took some pictures of Miss Sophie in her Easter dress. And of course I had to make Frankie take a few, too. After all, I had gone through the effort of moving the one painting off of the wall in the dining room.

Life is beautiful. (Here's a few reasons why:)

Springtime with open windows, pretty flowers, and the sound of Frankie playing with all of his buddies outside. General Conference this weekend. Frankie is quite fond of his new plaid shorts, he prefers wearing them with striped shirts. Yesterday was his Kindergarten registration. Saturday is Jeremy's Spring Opener Volleyball tournament. Work has been crazy, but I've had a breather week this week. Dr. Carlos told me on Monday that my health is fabulous, and that I have as long of a life expectancy as anyone else. I'm going to be leaving the Primary and re-joining the ranks of Relief Society (actually mixed feelings about that, but change is good). My sliding glass door is clean. There is a vase of daffodils on my counter. The ants Frankie caught are back outside and not crawling around in my house. We are planning a trip to California and Disneyland in September.  Easter in 2 weeks. We got to see many of our friends, all at once, last weekend. I'm updating our 72 hour kits, and it's not making me completely overwhelmed this time. Frankie is on his first soccer team, and it is great fun to watch 5 year old's play soccer. (Pictures soon.) And for the first time in years, I found a dress I love. Just in time for Easter.

I do this from time to time

I hate that I can't seem to find time to blog much anymore. I can't figure out why. Life is just crazy - but crazy good. And I want to remember it.

It's about the time of year for my big Frankie post. But for now, 2 great Frankie stories:

We have a set of walkie talkies bequeathed to us by the office. (Remember when everyone didn't have a cell phone?) Last weekend they were Frankie's obsession of the moment. He brought them to my Mom's house, then left one with Grandpa and went to Laurie's. I was practicing the piano to play at Jarek's baptism later that day when my Dad brought me the walkie talkie and said "your son says he needs to tell you something."

I kept hearing it beep, and static. So I'm trying to tell him to make sure he holds down the button and try again, and asking him what he needed to tell me. Finally, Laurie gets on, and through her laughter tells me that Frankie's important piece of information for me was "nothing." He was literally whispering "nothing" into the walkie-talkie.

Later that night Frankie and my Dad found all of my Dad's old walkie talkie's and set them to the same channel as my Dad's. I think they had eight in total, my Dad was as excited as Frankie. As we drove home he talked to Grandpa for as long as he could.

Story number two just happened. Frankie had been in bed for a solid hour, when we could hear him upstairs. I was doing Tae-Bo so Jeremy checked on him, it sounded a bit like he was crying. Jerm came down and informed me that Frankie was in his bed singing a rousing rendition of "I'm proud to be and American." When Jerm told him he needed to go to sleep, he said "but it's a good song, Dad!"

A few pictures. Heaven knows there must be pictures.

Frankie's chosen comfy outfit one day. I think we went somewhere with him dressed like this. Because we are awesome.

Cousin Sophie has been to visit us a few times. Tell me this kid doesn't need a baby sister or brother. He loves holding her. This day she was just starting to wake up, but after he held her she slept for 20 more minutes.