Family Stories

Happy March my dear Shmub,

It has been a good month...easy to say when we’re only a few days into it.  But, hopefully it will just keep getting better.  After all, this is a month we will remember for the rest of our lives as the month that charted the course of your career and our family's future.  Yea!  Perhaps we will finally be able to stop talking about our future in hypothetical scenarios.  Can’t wait for March 16^th.  I actually called Rholinda at the School of Medicine today to get the scoop on Match day, and I’m imagining dangerously perfect scenarios surrounding the events of that day.  I guess my day dreams are only dangerous if we end up disappointed.  We shall see.

I’m still thinking about our dinner at Bishop Metcalf’s home last night.  There home was beautiful, but the feeling within it was even more so.  I look forward to playing the “water game” in the future.  Maybe for FHE tonight?  The Bishop and his wife are so generous with their time and means—and so thoughtful.  I hope I always remember that roast recipe: crock pot for 9-12 hours—ranch dressing mix + Italian dressing mix + brown gravy mix smeared all over it.  MMMmm.  There, now we will remember.  Hopefully some day when I’m in charge of cooking Sunday dinners I will be able to pull it out of my memory.  What a lucky woman that I have only been in charge of cooking a few Sunday feasts in my married life.  We have such generous extended family.

Aaron was hilarious to watch at the Bishop’s yesterday: deliberating for about 10 minutes about which package of cars he would take from the prize bin, and then spending the remaining hour circling their large granite island with each of his new prizes.  Will he ever stop liking cars?  I hope not.  Someday we will have to put him into a small engine’s class in school.  I’m sure he’d love that.  I love how much he loves playing cars with you.  His favorite "true story" to hear about our family lately has been about Grandpapa Tracy, working hard on the basketball team, and then speeding to the championship tournament. I think he really likes the part about the cop pulling Grandpapa over, and then letting him off the hook. :) Aaron had a pretty good week—if you discount a few bed time door closing punishments.  He was SO good at Cache’s office for cochlear programming, and is such a joy to take on adventures.  And, I love how he has been giving us so many “gifts” lately, and how he wants to give some of his old toys to a boy who doesn’t have any.  He has a good heart.  

Thanks for taking Aaron and Jared to the Discovery Museum last Saturday.  Too bad the line to ride the fake horse was too long.  It is so cute how JJ whinnies whenever he sees a horse.  JJ oh JJ.  What shall we do with his misplaced desires?  Eating toothpaste is not OK, even if you’re acting like you’re brushing your teeth.  Climbing into the bath tub is not OK—especially when momma is showering, or when the tub is full.  Running around with a toothbrush, brushing every unclean thing in sight, and then chewing on it is gross.  He is a “silly baby,” as Aaron says.  It is so funny to hear him replay the conversations we have with him, “Dig a dig a dig a da?....NO!”  and  “A wa wa wawa?  NO!”  and “gababgabab baba snow?  No!”  Funny boy.  But, the cutest question he asks throughout the day, all day is, “Dada?”  He is always looking for you.

Thanks again for taking the reigns in the family on Saturday.  It was so nice to get out and explore the decorating shops on Highland Drive with Amy.  Some day, perhaps, we’ll be looking for our own home.  But, I wouldn’t be any happier then than I am now.  That’s not to say I don’t have my days—thanks for helping me through them.  Even if we didn’t get our date night last Friday, it was great to snuggle with you on the couch.  Though, we should probably get to bed earlier.  Don’t you think? ;) I sure love you, and I’m so proud of you.

Love, Dar