Chaos and Fun!

Hooray! And, first, I have to apologize to those of you who follow this blog. I haven't been back to it in a while and I also didn't realize that anyone had posted comments. So, please don't feel neglected or snubbed. I'm just not technologically savvy! That aside, I thank you for your concern and friendship. We're doing well. Grandpa's death was not unexpected and really more of a blessing, for him more than anyone. He had a do not resucitate (sp?) order and his wife and children made the decision to not treat him with antiboitics when he got pneumonia. There was so little left of Grandpa at the end, that's it's better he's gone. He can be much more useful and happy where he is now!

On a happier note, I'm excited to get away this weeknd. We're going to stay at Bear Lake over Sunday. It's become a yearly tradition to get away SuperBowl weekend. It's not really about the game, but more of a family time together. Break up the winter humdrums.

And while I'm thinking about it, Aviendha's walking!!! Yup, taking steps alone across the kitchen on Ginny's birthday was the first. She still prefers to scoot/crawl around. But sooner than I would like she'll be running around with her siblings! She's also making a good attempt at talking. She says, uh-oh,all done, Daddy, Sharra, eat, no, ow, and she knows, but doesn't say all the words relating to treats (i.e. candy, marshmallow, cookie, ice cream, snack).

One more thing, and I apologize for the disjointedness of this post (Sam and Ginny are playing with bouncy balls in the kitchen and I keep having to stop to help them fetch them from under the computer, behind the fridge, etc.--hard to keep things organized in my mind), yesterday I was checking email and facebook and Sam wanted a snack. I told him to chose something and put it on the counter. He chose his favorite, cream of wheat. Well, instead of putting it on the counter he ran across the kitchen to show me. As he got about two feet from me, he tripped over a chair leg and the open box of cream of wheat showered me, the keyboard, the table, the printer, everything in this corner. He froze and the look on his face read "I'm dead meat!" "S-sorry, Mom" was all he mananged to say and I cracked up. I couldn't help it. What a mess! Well, then he was mad at me for laughing, of all things. "Mom, don't laugh!" ke kept asking over and over. Finally, when I could control myself, I asked if he'd rather have me get mad and yell or laugh. He thought about it for a minute and said, "Neither--it's not nice to laugh or yell." What a character!