I still haven’t figured out words for the marital bliss here in Smithtopia (no, that wasn’t sarcasm), so I’m not going to try.

I’ll just illustrate how our happily-ever-after is working out.

Once upon an evening…

Yesterday.  Another successful family night accomplished.  The kids are in bed.

John says, “I’m going to fill the gas tank.  Do we need anything from the store while I’m out?”

I say, “Nope, thanks though!”

He goes and gets his wallet, keys, etc, answers the Bishop-hotline, which seems to always ring on his way out the door, and a few minutes later asks me,

“I forgot.  Was there…

Aside from the text on that funky tag thing, I love the new look here. John helped me find it, and made sure that THIS layout was tracking traffic.

That’s right – my last “new look” wasn’t tracking any of you lovely visitors.   Imagine the heart-stopping panic that hit me the first time I checked my “stats” here and saw that NO ONE viewed my dear old blog. 

“No one?!!!!  Not one single person?  In, like, three days?  Is that even possible?!

“Okay, breathe in, breathe out…  The world is not ending.  Not really.  This is just for me anyway… breathe in, breathe out…  I’ve had four babies w/o drugs, I can handle a little rejection…”

And then, slouthe that I am, I realized that people had COMMENTED during that…

Valentine's Day.  I also like coloring.  And my ring pop.

Doodle, what do you love?

My candy necklace, and my wing pop.

Valentine's Candy is so fun, isn't it!
But I was thinking of *any* day, not just today.  What do you love?

Oh.  I love making Fweedom smile.

If Eagle wasn’t napping at the moment, I’m sure he’d tell us he loves his binkies – all 10 of them – taking naps, eating eggs, and being a big brother.

Freedom loves… Let me ask him.  A full tummy, sleeping with mommy, learning to use his hands, and getting attention from his big siblings – or anyone else willing to smile big smiles and make silly sounds.

It’s fun having little kids around.  I just love love love them, especially when they aren’t…

Sorry, thinking out loud – or rather, into the keyboard – again.

Hi.

Welcome back.

Guess what we did tonight?
Can’t tell from the picture, can you?
Well, forgive me for putting you in suspense.  I had to wait all week long to find out what we were doing this evening.  It’s only fair that you get a few moments.  We look happy though, don’t we?  That’s my, “If I smile bigger I’ll probably look goofy and there’s a stranger taking the picture” face.

John loves to surprise me.  Many long stories behind that, but I won’t bore you.  Suffice it to say, I didn’t look at billboards or bus-sides, I didn’t check our credit…

When I’m pregnant, I have 266 of them all in a row.
(It’s so fun.  Really.)

One would think that, to be fair, my family would then get 266 days in a row of me being not grumpy…
and then you’d be wrong.

This week I’ve had a whole 2 days of grumpy.  Sweetie gets home and says, “Wow, what happened, Dear?” and the only reply is…

“NOTHING,” followed by some melodious growling.
Don’t you wish you were married to me?

Anyway!  Wonderful news.  I got over it.  Past it.  Whatever you want to call it.
Side note: I love prayer.  It’s so great.

And now we have a much more put together laundry room because of those 2 faaaabulous days.  When I’m crabby I usually blame it on a messy house, and put all my energy into some big…