More of the Same

Things are really busy for us these days. As time goes by we just get busier. I guess that is why people are excited to retire. They need a rest.

Most of the upheaval to our lives from the car accident is over. (I hate calling it an accident) Well I guess that is an exageration, but I have graduated from physical therapy so it is taking up less time. We still don't have our car back yet. I am having muscle spasms which are not fun but I don't have pain when I move, which is nice. I had to go the sentencing hearing a few weeks ago, again not fun.

I am plugging along in school. I don't really know what I was thinking going back to school right now. Sometimes I think I am crazy. I am stressed about getting my school work done most of the time and I am super nervous to actually finish and have to embark on a career.

Jon still loves his job at Dixie. He has decided to attend as many DSC sporting events with the kids this year as he can. Go Red Storm! He is gearing up for basketball season (as a ref, not a fan). He is still Elder's Quorum Pres. and a good husband.

Cricket is up to the same old tricks. She takes a lot of class and wants to be with friends when not at said classes. She says I am ruining her life because I won't buy her a cell phone. She would like Santa to bring her one, but if not she will settle for a laptop. I keep trying to explain to her that if anyone is getting a laptop it is me, but no one is in fact getting a laptop, but she keeps at it. Her attitude goes from much improved to she has the worst life ever. She is talkative and fun to be around, except when she's not. She is a party girl in the Nutcracker this year and her dad let Katie dye a bright blue window in her hair. I sure do love her, especially when she admits defeats and comes up to me and says "I need a hug."

I think Tilly gets sweeter as she gets older. When she does to something naughty and I scold her she looks at me like I am the meanest person ever being mean to the nicest person ever. She loves going to classes too, except she is stuggling with tumbling. It's not that she doesn't like it becasue she is always excited to go and she wants to learn new tricks. She also loves her coach. The problem is that tumbling doesn't get over until 8:20 and that is just too much for her. Every Wednesday night she bursts into tears as she is going to bed because staying up until 8:45 is excruciating for her.

Dewy is nuts. He has so much zest for life and is excited about everything. We have lengthy conversations everyday in which he asks me question after question until I am ready to die. At least ten times a day he says, "Oh yeah, you're right" after I tell him something. He still soy-dee, soy-dees me. If you know Dewy, you know what that means. He likes going to preschool, but still tries to fake sick to get out of Primary. He says betwards as in "The ball was coming straight betwards me." Today we had the following conversation:
Dewy: Mom what is this road made out of?
Me: Asphalt.
Dewy: What's assfart?