Talent Show Part II

Here is my latest parody - "We Are the Very Model of a Modern Mormon Family" based on the well known "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" from Gilbert and Sullivan's Pirates of Penzance. 

Though the original song is very fast and it would have been fun to sing the whole thing that way, it wasn't very practical when I wanted the audience to understand the words. Daron was kind enough to put in subtitles on the video. We were a little off occasionally, but not too bad considering this was literally the first time we all sang it together. Scheduling conflicts and all that...

Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing it and putting it together. I hope you enjoy it, too!

You'll have to double click on the video to make it full screen or you'll miss the entire side of the stage!

Talent Show Part I

Earlier this month, our ward held it's annual talent show. Esther really wanted to participate so she sang one of her favorite songs. Short and sweet, it turned out so cute. She's really a natural on the stage. I love her little curtsy at the end.

(Unfortunately, the great video quality from our camera gets distorted when transferring it to the blog. But it's not too bad.)

The Cat's Out of the Bag

I've been in hiding as you can see from my lack of posts. I've actually been spending a lot of time prostrate on the couch, opening and shutting the fridge without finding anything appetizing, and Nathan has been watching way too much Cars, Toy Story, and Muppet Babies than is good for him.

Guesses?

Esther managed to keep it a secret for several weeks, but she's starting to burst at the seams and has been telling people...so I thought I'd just come out and tell everyone.

We're expecting.

I'm nearly 12 weeks along. I've had some complications already, including a trip to the ER via ambulance, which is another reason I've been pretty low key. Fortunately, everything seems to be going well. Considering the lateness of the last miscarriage, we are just taking one day at a time and hoping and praying. If all goes well, we will be adding a new little one to our brood sometime late in March.

Esther's First Day of School

Yes, already! I can't believe this day has finally come - and that it's come so early. But that's what happens when you sign your kid up for a charter school in Texas.

Anyway, I forgot that the lighting by the front door is lousy, so the pictures turned out a bit fuzzy. Ohwell. She's still adorable!



Esther and Nathan were holding hands while we waited for her teacher and they nearly didn't let go when she started going into the school! I nearly didn't let go, either!

Later, I asked Nathan if he missed his sister. Yep, he answered, then went back to playing with his cars. I guess he's adjusting better than Mommy!

Going Crazy!

I have never experienced heat and humidity this intense or for this long - nor lack of rain for this long. We have had zero rainfall since May 24th and we are on the 38th day of over 100F. The last record was in 1980 where they had 42 days of over 100F. I think we'll pass that easily.

It doesn't help that the compressor in our van needs replacing for the third year in a row! So until we save up to get that fixed, going anywhere in the middle of the day isn't much of an option. We spend most of our days inside the house and I am going bonkers! Anyone else around here feeling the same?

If Esther were not starting school tomorrow, I would pack up some stuff and leave the state until it cooled down. Seriously.

Grandpa Brown

My Dad's parents, my Grandpa and Grandma Brown, are such amazing people. We lived two hours away from them and made frequent trips to their home in Groton, CT. What fun we had with them, my Aunt Janet, Shauna, and a few of my great aunts who lived nearby. The Italian genes are really strong there - everyone was always talking over each other, the food was always delicious, and we would sing and laugh.

Now, most of my great aunts have passed away and one is pretty ill. My grandpa is in a nursing home and is not doing well. Grandma is mostly by herself and has a hard time hearing. She gets frustrated and lonely. But her home stays immaculate and she works hard both inside and out to keep it up.

I always enjoyed being with my grandparents, but only the last few years have I truly learned to appreciate them and start to understand who they really are. As speaking on the phone doesn't really work now, we have been writing snail mail letters for a few years and I have grown very close to them.

I was just in MA with the kids and one of our trips was down to CT to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I walked around the house, smelling the familiar smells and seeing the old furniture and beautiful pictures Grandma has collected. Grandpa has a library with hundreds of books - two deep and piled high on cheap bookshelves. They're starting to lean inwards! He has read them all and has an extensive knowledge of people, places, and things from all the books he's read. His favorite chair is by the window. You could find him most hours of our visits sitting there either reading or snoring! When I walked in, it was empty - empty of Grandpa.

When we got to the rehab center where Grandpa has been recuperating since a lengthy hospital stay , I was completely unprepared to see Grandpa’s frail body under the blankets and strain to hear his whisper. Grandpa, who I always snuck my stuffing to at Thanksgiving, who always had a second helping, and who always teased my mom until she was so frustrated with him, who called me Miss Latour because I used to want to be an actress, whose eyes mist over with pride when he talks about how much he loves his grandchildren – this couldn’t possibly be him. It broke my heart and I had to leave the room for a short time and sob in the hallway. He always dreaded being in a place like that.

It made his day to see my kids and hold Esther's hand as we wheeled him outside. His voice became a little stronger and he laughed - not the same hearty laugh he used to have, but he teased Mom just the same. As we left he told Grandma that when he got home, they’d have to be nice to each other. She told him that if he wasn’t good, she’d spank him and not give him any breakfast. Dad, Mom, and I laughed and it felt good to laugh with him again. It made leaving a little easier.

I don’t know how much longer the Lord will allow him to be with us, but I hope it’s long enough for him to go home and be with Grandma and spend time in his library.

My Dad just sent me an article that a good friend of my grandparents wrote about him. Jeff Benedict is a widely published author who grew up in Groton, CT. Daron and I met him at a BYU Management Society dinner in Dallas sometime back and were surprised to learn the connection. His article is a beautiful tribute to a man I hold dear to my heart.

Just copy and paste into your browser - I can't get the link to work. http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700165643/Saying-goodbye-to-most-humble-man-I-ever-knew.html

Remembering Kristin

Two days after arriving in MA where I'm visiting my parents, I heard that an old high school friend of mine had died the day before in a car wreck. She was living in Georgia, where she was married and raising three beautiful children.

I met Kristin during middle school and we remained close friends through high school. I spent a particularly large amount of time with her 8th through 10th grades as we were on the same Odyssey of the Mind team. What fun memories I have of her - she always had a ready smile, such a good heart, and she was a talented artist and excellent student. Her father passed away during high school and I was amazed at her strength through that hard time.

Having gone to BYU for college, off to Taiwan for a mission, and living in Utah, Virginia, and Texas for the last nearly nine years, I have lost track of many of my childhood friends. Kristin and I had only fairly recently reconnected via email. I'm so glad that I did. Though I wish that I'd been able to known her better as a wife and mother and seen more of that side of her. It sounds like she had matured into an amazing woman.

My prayers are with her family at this time of loss. I hope they will find peace and comfort in knowing she is with our Heavenly Father and other loved ones. Kristin, you are missed!

Kristin's obituary can be found here: http://www.stricklandfh.com/visitations/View.php?id=1375

Kristin and David's photography website can be found at www.snydersphotography.com. It's a beautiful look into the passion for art she and her husband shared.