Garden Goodness & Primary program

My Craig and I have wanted to plant a garden ever since we moved into our home 4 years ago, but this was the first year we actually did it. I absolutely LOVE harvesting our home grown goodness, and see the joy on the Chickie's faces as they search for ripe tomatoes. Carter and Layla have had a great time finding "ready food" that they can pick, they love it so much that they can never wait for the tomatoes to be all the way ready. I rally don't mind it, I just love seeing the joy it brings them.


On another note, My primary program was Sunday. The children sat very reverantly, sang their little hearts out, and all gave their parts into the microphone (with exception to my own son, of course) it went really well...other then the fact that we finished 20 minutes early! ummm, yeaaaaa, not so good. I started the program with an introduction, and I didn't plan on speaking again after that. my 2nd counselor was planning on making a couple closing remarks. I think she was going to share a line or two from the family proclamation but...she ended up reading the WHOLE ENTIRE THING! Bless her heart! She did a great job, and managed to take 10 minutes off the clock.
My Craig was conducting, but I saw him go out with our restless little Layla, and han not re graced us with his presence. So my counselor finishes, and sits down, and the Entire chapel is Silent. They all looked at me, as if I was going to work some kind of magic. Not a soul stirred...I desperately looked for my Craig...The Bishop desperately looked at me...I started to panic...looked back at the bishop...chirp, chirp (If there had been crickets in that chapel you would have heard them). The Bishop finally took pity, and came back up to officially end the meeting. Not a moment too soon. I was about to get up and sing a solo or something, and that would not have been a pretty sight...or sound.
Moral of the story...if you're in charge of the program, just fake mono!

Hall SHOCKER of the year!

For those of you that know Craig, you know that he is pretty layed back, easy going, and likable. Craig likes all kinds of music, including punk (he is trying to talk me into going to Vans Warp tour). He likes to dress casual, in baggy jeans, skate shoes,and a T shirt usually, and often has a little gruff on his face.
Funny story really. Sunday morning neither of us had any meetings (unusual for us), so we were just being lazy, hanging out in our pj's (mormon code for G's). At about 10:00 our stake presidents office called so see if we could meet with President Corey. I said sure and asked what time, they said he was on his way over to our house. Oh...wow. We all got dressed really fast, and soon heard a knock at the door. Just have to say, I love President Corey, he is an amazing man! Anyway, after some chit chat he says "well, you probably know I came hear for a reason. It's time for a change in your bishopric!" Yes you hear right....BISHOPRIC! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Craig is the new first counselor in our bishopric. LOL! Now to finish my previously mentioned description of my husband. He may come across as a guy that is layed back, and really doesn't care about much, but inside he is the most sensitive, loving, honest, hard working, humble man I know. He is a spiritual giant among men, and he has a deep impact on those around him. He always has profound insight on different situations. I am so lucky to have him as my husband, and the Father of my children.
After the Stake President left, we went to the church to meet with the Bishop (knowing what he wanted to talk about...kind of). We had a great meeting with him, and he had some amazing things to say about Craig. Half an hour later church started, and they sustained Craig in sacrament. Craig's Dad got to ordain him as a high priest, and that night Craig had his first disciplinary counsel, so he had a dive right in to the job. That was our Sunday in a nut shell.
The moral of the story is...don't miss your ward for 5 weeks in a row, or you might be next!

p.s. he did miss our ward for good reasons, just for the record. :)