enjoy to the end

last week in sunday school, the teacher made the comment that sometimes life in life you just have to endure to the end. that's true. but one thing that i have learned in the past year is that it is possible to endure to the end and enjoy it. not an earth-shattering concept, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. though i think the past year has been ridiculously hard on me and my little family, we still we able to enjoy so many little things. and i guess that's my testimony of enjoying to the end. it's possible. lots of things have changed in the past year(states, jobs, callings, family dynamics) while lots of things have stayed the same(thomas' truck, meatball, gospel truths, the fact that i still can't wax my eyebrows without taking off at least half and then having to redraw them back on like i'm somebody's grandma ).

scarlett- loves to carry around nacho, our wooden bulldog mascot. has an affinity for pink and princesses, even with everything that i do to discourage it. likes to have strawberries, blueberries and yogurt for breakfast, just like daddy. has her own room, but sleeps in reagan's room on the bottom bunk. starts most sentences with "actually, i think...".

reagan- likes to turn family home evening lessons around on me,

"mom, what bad word starts with f?"

FART!

"mom, what bad word rhymes with scoop?"

POOP!

or after we learned how to say no to drugs,

"mom, i like to eat drugs!"

or

"i love beer!"

glad to know my efforts have not gone unheeded.

this is how most of the roller skating went:

thomas- works a lot, which we are grateful for. he coaches the deacon's basketball team for our ward at church. we survived national signing day and he's wondering what he will do for the next 6 1/2 months until football season starts again. he thinks that we may hire someone to mow our lawn this summer. suburbia rocks.

me- my hate/hate relationship with "laundry" and  her horrible little sister "ironing" is ever thriving. i don't hate the carpool line as much as i used to(i AM completely disturbed by the mother who drives the SUV with the GIGANTIC playboy sticker taking up half the back glass. and her sexy b*tch license plate is way classy too. i hope she's reagan's room mother.) i find myself watching the bachelor, on purpose. best comedy on tv. i try and incorporate the phrases, "this is a journey we are taking together is getting so real" or "i definitely have a connection with you" whenever i am talking to people that i have only known for a few weeks. 

we are happy. we like cheese sticks and pudding cups for dinner. we look forward to the next year.