Zaney Days

Since when did Skylie take over this blog?

Believe it or not, Matt and I really do have lives outside of our 14 pound squirmy bundle of love. I'll prove it.

I've been getting our blog ready to be made into a book. Blog2Print.com is my printing utility of choice because it's quick and easy, and I'm all about that.

This week I listened to The Last Lecture audio book. I still haven't started The Hunger Games, because I know when I do I won't be able to put it down. It's that good, I've heard.

My sights are set on running the Dam to Dam 20K on June 5, and my love for my jogging stroller increases with every mile we're together. For real. Bob is by far the best purchase I've ever made.

Last week Matt and I hosted an Easter Party for my Primary class. It was blissful craziness as seven and eight-year-old kids dyed Easter eggs and got a kick out of random party games like "Easter Bunny Says" and "Musical Chairs". During the Easter egg hunt I couldn't help but be completely awed as some kids generously gave eggs they'd found to other kids. I don't know if I've ever mentioned how much I love my church calling, but I do. I love it. I adore these kids and can only imagine how precious these little ones are to the Lord.

I've been listening to general conference today and have been so touched and reminded of the great privilege and responsibility I have as a mother. Last August I got promoted to my dream job--motherhood. It's not always as dreamy-blissful as I sometimes thought it would be. Occasionally Skylie's crying and I'm sobbing right along with her. But overall it's been amazing.

But this post isn't about Skylie, remember. Moving on.

My dad really is the greatest. To say he hasn't been feeling so hot this week would be an understatement, but that's what I'll say. Thankfully, he seems to be on the mend.

I spoke to him a few days ago and despite the fact that he felt worse than he'd ever felt in his entire life (according to my mom), the first thing out of his mouth was a joke.

True to character the conversation went something like this:

Dad: "Erin, I want you to teach Skylie something."

Me (kind of expecting some profound wisdom): "Sure, Dad."

Dad: "I need you to teach her not to go around mooning people."

See picture on this post.

He's right. If that's not critical knowledge, I don't know what is.

So to end this rambling post with a trinket of indispensable knowledge.

Don't go around mooning people.