Well there's more. And it's even more spectacular than before:
My oldest son is sewing!
And my daughter is driving. On the road. She passed the range, (despite car five.)
Check out the keys in "start" position.
And check out that concentration!
In other news, my twins are playing baseball, which isn't amazing, per say, except that since the day we moved to Utah they've been anxiously awaiting baseball season.
My youngest twin has been particularly ANXIOUS. According to their age they should be in the minor leagues, but they wanted to try out for the major leagues. My particularly anxious boy couldn't wait to find out so he called the coach himself and asked him straight up, point blank, "Did I make it or not?"
hee hee hee
Thank goodness the coach said YES. Both boys are now Blue Jays and today is their first game of the season. My particularly anxious boy couldn't sleep last night and I found him jumping rope to Rocky Balboa at 10:30 p.m.
This morning he couldn't eat.
How cute is this?
I wish he would lay out his church clothes this neatly on Saturday night, but apparently baseball trumps church when you're 11 years old.
Most spectacular of all is that my hub has been doing some major pruning.
I followed him around and cleaned up after him because that's what I do best.
(And worst, come to think of it.)
This is the enormous pile I built out of his tree clippings. Photos usually make things look 10 lbs heavier, but in this case, the photo doesn't do justice to how much this pile really weighs. Mostly because underneath the tree clippings are all the leaves I raked last fall.
When asked how we were going to haul this honkin' heavy pile off the property, my IL's told us we should just split it up and see if our neighbors have any extra space in their garbage cans.
hee hee ho ho ha ha ho ho hee hee ha ha
They're such a hoot, those two!
Maybe more amazing than the pruning is the fixing. Learning some fixing is the reason we moved to Utah in the first place. But in order to fix something you need to break something, so I broke the electric window in our Sante Fe.
That's how my hub tells it, but technically I didn't break it. Technically I was just the last one to roll it down before it slipped off it's track and refused to roll back up. My hub spent the better part of the day yesterday trying to get it back on track, which involved much disassembling and tugging and yanking and reassembling. It was all worth it because I learned something new about my hub. He only has two hands.
I probably could have learned that the first time he said it, but he repeated it several times to make sure it sunk in.
Just so you know, it takes more than two hands to get things back on track. By my count it takes at least six.
Now that my hub got the window back on track it glides up and down like buttah.
Unfortunately we have all been forbidden to roll that window down ever ever ever again.
Such a spectacular kill joy, my hub.
P.S Just thought of one more amazing thing that happened last night. My older twin came to me and said, "Mom, I've been brushing my teeth with toothpaste for four weeks now!"