Today Jack was standing in front of the television when Maxwell said "Uh, Jack's toe is bleeding." Jack had no idea his big toe was a bloody mess. And no idea how it ended up that way. So we went to Alpine Pediatrics where the Nurse Practitioner told Jack he was a very brave boy, and wouldn't need stitches. RELIEVED! She cleaned his toe, bandaged it up nicely, and sent him home with a sucker, a bouncy ball, and a sticky hand that is now semi-permanently stuck to the vaulted ceiling. Awesome.
I told Jack to make a happy face for a picture for Dad. He preferred his mad face, and there you have it.
It snowed this week. And though we don't have many family traditions, one that we started when we became a family was to make Snowball Cookies on the first snowy day of the season. And since we like cookies so much, we usually make them on other random, snowy days, too. They help ease my pain and anxiety over winter. You know-- carbs.
There is nothing better than Snowball Cookies and hot chocolate on a snowy day. Snowball Cookies
1 c. butter
1/2 c. confectioners sugar
2 tsp. vanilla
2 c. sifted flour
1 c. chocolate chips
1 c. chopped pecans (an option I don't use)
Additional confectioners sugar (for rolling)
Beat butter and sugar until creamy. Add remaining ingredients, mix. Use a teaspoonful (I use a small ice cream scoop) of dough and roll into small ball. Bake at 375 degrees for 12 to 15 minutes. Cool slightly and roll in confectioners sugar. (I roll them twice.)
In November of 2012, Parker came home from serving a mission in Florida. I can't even begin to describe the complete JOY (there is no other word for it) a parent (yes, even a "step-parent") feels when their child, or man child as was Parker's case, comes home after being away for 2 whole years. And Parker's mission was the absolute longest mission ever. He was gone FOR.EV.ER.
Maddy's friend,Jedidiah Thunell, was there to capture Parker's arrival at the airport, and then made this awesome video to help us remember that day. Incredible talent- that boy will have an Academy Award someday.
Elder Parker Grant from Grantma and Grantpa on Vimeo.
This past August, Maddy left to serve a mission
in Denmark. We knew from our experience with
Parker that the curbside drop off is rushed and hurried, and I thought
we were prepared this time around- experienced, seasoned missionary parents. We pulled up to the curb, and saw one of her
Aaron and I joke every time we are in that store that it smells like a fart. But it's really not very funny, because it does smell like someone tooted. In every Walmart I've been in, I've smelled someone's stink. It makes me want to puke. But I go back because it's cheap- I am always able to get all of my groceries and then some for around $100. And I can also grab some fabric, tires, and plants for my yard while I'm grocery shopping.
Saturday night, Maddy and I made a late night dash to Walmart. I needed groceries, and she needed some material to make a pillow in one of her classes at school. The first thing I went to put in my shopping cart was french bread. No french bread. None. Anywhere. I didn't even necessarily need the fresh stuff. I would've taken the stuff in the plastic bag with the twist tie, but they didn't even have that. Second on my list- tator tots. (I've heard from a million people that a ce…