Today in church, Brant was pretending to bend down in the pew and pick up a toy. Instead, while he was close to the ground bit my calf--which happened to be bare. (Mind you, while we were in the middle of singing the closing hymn.) I jumped, screamed just a little. It was a little shocking. I thought some animal was running amuck and had found my leg. I started giggling. Not because of what he did, but because it reminded me of some of things we used to do on Sunday, many, many years ago in my youth.
Vicki and I would often jab each other in the stomach while singing high notes during a hymn. If it was unexpected, it would often create a high-pitched sound, totally off-tune. As if we needed to sound worse when we sang. We would always do it to each other. We thought it was hilarious. Mostly if we were the one doing and not the one it was being done to.
One Sunday, Jaymi and Bobbi laid down on the pew to sleep. We thought it would be fun to braid their hair together. They had long, pretty blond hair. When the meeting was over, they sat up like two cats whose tails were tied together. Irrevent, but funny. At least Vicki and I thought so.
Vicki and I wanted to "get a tan." Not exactly possible for me, but I tried nevertheless. I thought Sunday would be the perfect day because as a teenager, I thought what else are you supposed to do on Sunday. We knew Dad would not go for this. So, I came up with a "master plan" to read scriptures on the deck. We did. We really did. We just had our swimsuits on while we were doing it. Not too long into our venture, Dad found us on the deck. He asked incredulously what we thought we were doing. As if we couldn't possibly be stupid enough to think that he was going to allow that on the Sabbath. I quickly responded, "We're reading our scriptures!" He said, "Nice try. Get inside."
When we were pulling up to the house today, a man on a motorcycle drove by us. Being very hot and in Vegas, he only had shorts on. Madison in her little squeak voice says, "Hey, there's a naked jaybird right there!"
And for my final word...Today a teenage boy yelled, yes yelled words at me. He said, "You're hot!" I was so flattered. Me, at my age, getting noticed by teenage boys. It made my day. So Brant says I have to finish the story and tell you everything. He's such a party-pooper. Okay here's the rest of the story--the guy has down syndrome. I still think it counts.
It's amazing how much they can change in a week. That's how long I have been gone. I was home for only a couple of hours on Sunday. They already look so much bigger than when I left. Lane has learned how to climb down the stairs by himself. Madison brain keeps getting smarter and smarter by the day. She never ceases to amaze me with the depth of her questions. We talked about grandmas and grandpas who have already passed on today. Porter is still in his own little world. He just likes to be happy and have fun. He hasn't been as whiny. I think that's due to Dad's strict and consistent discipline. I am so glad they seem so happy and well-adjusted. They were happy to see me, but weren't clingy or crying. They love their Dad and their Grandma takes such good care of them. I don't think they are lacking for nurture, love, and attention.
Brant took the twins to the Mini Grand Prix on Saturday. He always tries to do something fun with them on his day off. I know from reading my blog, it might sound like everyone else watches my kids. That's not true. It's just that when they're watching them, they are doing fun things that we take pictures of. Blogging about getting up, getting dressed, eating, cleaning the house, and shopping just wouldn't be very exciting reading.
Grandma and Grandpa Smith took the kids to Lake Mead for Memorial Day. How cool are they? I can't believe their energy. I would hesitate
These are the only pictures we took. I swear, we didn't do anything. I spent an hour on my hair and makeup. I can't remember the last time I did that--not even for church. It was kind of fun. I caught up on sleep, relaxed, and spent time with Brant. Brant brought board games. We stayed up playing Uno and Sequence. What fun! 
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I feel like I have failed to keep up on my blog this week. There has been so much stuff happening, I haven't had the time to keep up. I have also been trying to get stuff for Father's Day. I took this picture in the backyard for a Father's Day gift. BTW, you can get some really cool cards at http://www.ofoto.com/. This is the best picture of the kids. It was hard to get them all to smile, look at the camera, and hold still. 
The backyard in Vegas is so comfortable and relaxing. With a light breeze, it was nice to enjoy a cooler temperature in the evening. Everyone was home from work, enjoying the end of the day as we watched the kids and their endless energy. Grandpa is so good at literally, "getting down and dirty" with the grandkids. Who needs a horse, when you've got Grandpa.
In Las Vegas summertime starts in May. These pictures were taken at 7:30 p.m. and it was 78 degrees outside. I bought new swimsuits for the twins (Lane is sporting Porter's old one). Grandma and Grandpa are taking them to the Lake for Memorial Day. They were so excited about them, they wanted to run through the sprinklers. Porter, of course, was right in the middle of the water. Madison, did little dances on the outskirts of the spray. Lane kind of watched in awe. Porter tried to help him out--he picked him up and put him right in middle of a heavy spraying sprinkler. He started screaming, but every way he turned he was walking into water. He couldn't figure out how to get out. I had to jump in and save him--I don't care for water much. 
