In January, our family played with Legos and made messes.
We took advantage of every sledding opportunity that we had.
Someone threw socks.
Someone found something sticky.
We lounged around.
We watched movies.
We got to witness Skyler's baptism.
We ate food.
One of us did this....
One of us became a Sunbeam!! Now all three kids are in Primary at Church!!
We ate this pie.
We enjoyed this gift from Grammy Bobby and Papa Joe.
We channeled our creativity and explored modern art.
We also watched this fish grow in water.
We listened to this song a lot. Thanks, Gabe.
We figured out that our kids were the perfect size to model all three sizes of these Star Wars jammies. (We bought them one year for Michael for Christmas. We got the wrong size twice, but decided just to keep them until he grew into them. I can't believe that he's already grown into the last size).
We cooked together.
And we made homemade ice cream, using the snow to help freeze it.
We prepared lessons
And taught each other during Church at Home.
One of us was lazy. All. Month. Long.
We did laundry.
And we slept.
We wore new jammies.
We took selfies.
Brian and I went to dinner in Salt Lake with Cal & Cassidy. We ate at this yummy BBQ place. Brian and I had tickets to go see "Fiddler on the Roof" at the Echols Theater in Downtown Salt Lake after dinner, and as we were pulling up to the restaurant, I realized that we forgot our tickets! Since they were a gift from Kirt and Julie, ordered through Kirt's niece, we couldn't just show our ID and have them print another set. We made some phone calls to Lea to figure out where our tickets were (and she was at Disneyland at the time) and Brian's cousin, Cindy, all the while trying to be good company to Cal and Cassidy. They were good sports about the whole thing, and we were able to have tickets set aside for us at Will Call (THANK YOU, CINDY!!) The food was amazing, and it is always fun to hang out with Cal and Cass.
Fiddler on the Roof was very well done, but I'll confess that I sobbed through so much of it. Fiddler on the Roof was Dad's favorite musical. It was the only musical he would pick out and start. He used to get up and dance like Tevye during "If I were a Rich Man." I had meant to watch the film before going, since I knew it could be a trigger, but I could never force myself to do that. Brian rubbed my back while I cried and kept asking if I wanted to just go, but I followed the mantra I'd developed, "The only way around is through" and just embraced the pain of missing him, while texting my siblings for moral support in between acts.
It really was a great production, and I was so grateful that Kirt and Julie gave us the tickets. I really love the theater! Next time I see this one will be so much easier.
In January, we also cleaned
and....I don't even know what to say about this:
We hung out with Cal.
And worked on Homework assignments.
We cleaned the playroom and replaced a lot of the worn out tiles.
We baked bread.
Our kids' passports arrived! Yay!
We worked and read books. Sometimes, simultaneously.
And our dog played with her toys...but only about 3% of the time.
We brushed our teeth, said our prayers, and loved each other.
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