A Week In Our Life...Day 1

I'm hoping the next few posts won't bore any readers of our blog, but I want to be able to remember later what our life was like at this point in our child rearing years.  It seems like there are so many details we'll forget.  So, here's a snapshot into a typical summer week for us.  I'm beginning on Tuesday, but I'll start by describing Sunday, and then go day by day from there. We'll see what this week holds for us!

Sunday - getting ready for church.  Oh, the woe of getting 22 shoes on 22 feet on Sunday mornings.  (Okay, so it's not so hard to get Bob's shoes on his feet.)  And making sure those shoes are clean, and match all the suits or dresses.  Really this is more of an ordeal than it needs to be, because I often forget to gather up the Sunday shoes right after church...that's my goal for this week.  In fact, I'll do it today.  I'm going to do what I've planned to do many a Sunday: have a tote to store all the little ones' Sunday shoes.  All the shoes go into the tote right after church.  Brilliant!  The older children keep pretty good track of their own, but I'll tell them that if they ever are running behind schedule because they're looking for shoes, then they'll have to put a pair in the tote too.  However, I was missing a pair of mine this week.  :(  Then I remembered that I left them in Utah when we were there last. How can I expect my kids to keep track of their shoes?  Sigh....

Finally, after eating a hasty breakfast of bread and milk, we're off.  Some weeks we really need to get to church so we can get back into a religious frame of mind after preparing to head to church.  But this week was relatively uneventful, and everyone looked presentable.  In fact, they looked adorable, if you want my unbiased opinion ;)

This was my first week back to church after my surgery, and I was planning to just go to Sacrament meeting, but I felt pretty good and decided to go to Sunday School as well.  We have one certain child who has been having some reverence challenges, and I planned to make this child sit with us in our class, but Bob vetoed that idea and just gave the child a warning of dire consequences if this child did not remember to be reverent.  Talked to the primary teacher...and headed to our class.  It was a good lesson, we have a good teacher.  By the end of the lesson I was yawning incessantly and feeling like every bit of energy had been drained from my body.  So Bob took me home where I changed into pj's and collapsed into bed.  It seemed like a minute or two, but an hour passed and everyone was home again.

Sunday is Bob's day to cook and do dishes (thus the tradition of bread and milk on Sunday mornings).  He decided to make fried egg sandwiches for lunch, and got creative and made me a sandwich with a fried egg, mustard, ranch dressing and lettuce.  It was not his finest accomplishment, and I choked down half of it before scraping my bowl into the chicken scraps.  Mallory, though, had seconds, and even asked for another the next day for her sack lunch at day camp.  :)

We watched a church movie "The Testaments" as a family, and then Bob and I had some interviews with children, including a discussion with the above mentioned reverence challenged individual, who admitted that the primary teacher had to remind once.  So, this child called their primary teacher to apologize, and then Bob talked with the primary teacher to clarify.  The report was that there had been more than one reminder, but there was a big improvement.  We'll see how it goes next week. 

Aliysa is our ward's stake youth representative, and she had a committee meeting in the evening.  They are planning a youth conference right now. 

Bob had a court of honor to attend in the evening, and so evening farm chores and bedtime routine didn't go as smoothly as they could have.  (Exhausted tearful Mom)  By 10:00 we were finally getting everyone in bed.  Whew...

I was happy again to have Bob home.  He was gone Thursday - Saturday for a High Adventure Scout Trip.  Oh, there's a funny story.  The first night he was gone, I was just about to go to bed (way too late), and realized there was a voice message that I needed to listen to.

It was an 'emergency notification' from the Sherriff's office:  "...[male name] escaped today at approximately 4pm.  Subject is a 39 year old male, that escaped on foot.  He is described as being 5 foot 9, and 190 pounds. He had slicked back hair, brown in color, a goatee, brown eyes, and multiple tattoos.  He was last seen wearing a long sleeved white shirt, with blue jeans, white tennis shoes, and a brown Carhartt jacket.  Fremont County Sheriff's office would like to encourage citizens to secure their homes and vehicles.  Please contact only if you have additional information about the subject."  EEEEEK!  I was instantly so scared!  Of course this message had to come when it was dark outside.  I just KNEW he was sitting in our yard, watching us and noticing that my hubby and oldest son were gone camping!

 I shut every window (we usually leave them open a bit to let the cold air in), locked them all, double checked all the doors, and asked Aliysa if she would mind coming down to my room instead of sleeping all the way up in the attic.  She laughed but did it just to ease my mind.  I saw Spencer's hatchet in his room and picked it up and put it by my bed, turned on all the outside porch lights, and checked my firearm.  After all that preparation and a nightly prayer, I actually slept pretty well, although I did snap awake a few times when children got up to use the bathroom. 

Pretty funny that it had to come the night Bob left.  I'm sure all the other wives of scout leaders in our ward were a little alarmed as well.

Well, it's bedtime for the Lamoreaux kiddos.  And so, this long journal entry must end.  

Hmmm, what is a blog post without pictures?   I'll try to find one...

 Here's one I never posted!  Spencer recently shaved his head...and grew a nappy little beard. 

And here's Taycie in a swing in Utah - oh how she loves to swing!  Lately she has figured out how to climb into her little swing by our front porch.  Even if no one pushes her, she'll just sit there forever.  But usually she has lots of volunteers to push her, and she laughs in delight.  She is a joy to all of us.