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"All children need a laptop. Not a computer, but a human laptop. Moms, Dads, Grannies and Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles - someone to hold them, read to them, teach them. Loved ones who will embrace them and pass on the experience, rituals and knowledge of a hundred previous generations. Loved ones who will pass to the next gneration their expectations of them, their hopes, and their dreams." - General Colin L. Powell

26 June 2008

What a Week

So the last week or so has been pretty crazy around here. Clayton's grandpa died last week somewhat unexpectedly and we didn't get the news at the most opportune time (during the intermission of "My Fair Lady"). Then last Friday night, our A/C went out. And the weather has been well over 100 degrees here lately. We ended up staying with my mom in Mesa until Tuesday when we could finally get the AC guy out to fix our unit. Fortunately, it's still under warranty and it was relatively inexpensive to fix. I'm just glad it was minor and didn't take long to fix.

Grandpa Wootton's funeral was Monday. It was a nice service. He had a closed casket and no visitation, per his request. His daughter, Arlis gave a nice life sketch and Grandpa Wootton's bishop's daughters sang a song, as well as his grandchildren. It was a pretty brief service. He's being buried in Utah with his parents. Any time someone passes, it really makes you appreciate your life and all that you have. A couple of funny memories I have of Grandpa Wootton: The first time Clayton took me over to meet him when we were dating, he told Clayton, "You didn't tell me she was this beautiful." I was embarrassed which I'm sure please Grandpa Wootton. I also remember "Grandpa Wootton kisses". First of all, my family isn't a real kissy family. So when some old man you don't know comes in for a kiss, it's a little unsettling. You were lucky if he shaved. If he hadn't, you were in for a pretty scratchy kiss...probably with some whisker burn to take home with you. :o) And I don't know if it was just for me or if he did it with everyone, but he always licked his lips before kissing me. And he came in hard and fast. If you weren't expecting it, he probably could have broken your nose. So his kisses were prickly, wet and usually got there before you expected it. He was a good man and I know that his family is going to miss him greatly.

In the baby department, I'm still feeling pretty yucky most of the time. But we are pretty excited...a week and a half and we'll have our first appointment. Hopefully we'll find out we are only having one. I'm just petrified that we are going to have twins. I'm not sure I can do two at a time. YIKES!

1 comment:

AlwaysMee said...

ahh, two would be so much fun...