the one with mlk

so i was fixin' to have some super mario time with the kids and told trenton to get it all set up while i finished cleaning the kitchen.  i finished up and was all ready to get our game on.  i walk over to the rocking chair (me, trent, and ty all sit together here while we play) and tell trent scootch over let's play.  he tells me, "hang on, i have to finish this."  finish what??? i look at the tv and realize he was hard at work making a very accurate martin luther king mii.  he had his scholastic hand out from school and decided the perfect way to honor MLK would be to make a mii.  

graycie drew me a picture the other day.  i looked at the picture and say, "how nice."  i looked at the bottom and asked, "is that an airplane?"  she says, "yeah, it's crashing into the twin towers."  uh, er....silence....then she continues, "but the robot is saving the day."  phew.  i didn't quite know how to react to her beautiful picture.  

this other one trenton drew.  pretty much just me and a tent.  i love it.  the end. 

 church yesterday was so amazing.  feeling the spirit and being uplifted was so what i needed after the week i'd had.  *cough, choke* wait...riiight, that's not how it happened.  yeah, it went a little something like this;

we blew in from outside and brought the chaos of that wind with us.  we were late for sacrament (gasp), which is such a shame, because as we were getting ready steve was telling tyson to hurry up.  tyson says, "so we can eat the bread, wight dad?"  yes, steve says.  "good" says tyson.  "i'm weally hungwy." 

we make our way to the very back row of the overflow.  those seats might as well have our names on them.  "reserved for the freakin' landoni's." and then in fine print it could read, "if you came to church to hear the talks...sit somewhere else." so trenton made it his mission to make the girl in front of us laugh.  mission accomplished.  trenton spent the rest of the time sitting on the floor facing me with his arms and legs folded, problem solved.  tyson couldn't keep his hands off of easton, so we rearranged to keep tyson isolated.  graycie decided to get some coloring supplies out of our handy dandy church bag. (the backpack theme song comes to mind when i think of this bag...seriously anything that you might need...).  but instead of asking nicely to hand her the bag, she figured it was probably easier to climb over two full sized people.  i disagreed, and asked her to get back in her seat.  oh, you didn't hear me???  let me say that again while shooting lightning bolts out of my eyes.  GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT! (said in the most intimidating whisper i could muster.)  uh, did you NOT see those lightning bolts????  let me add some daggers.  there we go.  so back in her seat she went.  as she continued to reach for the bag, i asked her kindly to put her hands in her lap.  she then preceded to hold her arms out in the air in front of her as to blatantly defy my request.  if the wind weren't bad enough, we had our own personal landoni storm going on in the back row of church.  at one point, i look over at steve with the stinkiest of stank faces and said, "i am NOT feeling the spirit." there you go...a typical sunday.  

(it's a pretty random picture...but i've always loved the boats at newport.)