I made it through another month of blogging. With the traveling I did, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself. I didn't even schedule any posts in advance - I blogged every day!
As part of a commitment to continue blogging along with increase worked, getting ready for our big trip to the Pacific, and starting to train for a triathlon, I'm going to try to get in one post a week - a WIR post. I have fun catching up with a friend who posts each week. Maybe I'll get out all of the journaling in my weekly WIR post and find time to post my thoughts on other days!
So, April 26 to May 1. Isn't is supposed to be Spring? April left with a bang this week - Monday night we had a wind storm that moved things in the yard around, shook the house and kept me up all night. Later in the week we had snow, hail, etc. Sounds like typical May weather, right? (Today started getting warmer but my mom informed me that it's supposed to snow again this week.)
We had a pretty typical week. Will worked a lot, held Scouts on Tuesday evening and spent an evening with Liam while I went to Salt Lake. He doesn't love his commute and looks forward to living closer to Hill sometime soon. He is looking into some car/vanpool options that would help but probably mean he would have to wake up much earlier.
I've been working far beyond my part-time status the past few weeks in preparation for the Academy we are holding on Guam in June. I enjoy my work but am once again frustrated that I'm working more and playing with Liam less. I did meet an important deadline this week which felt great! I know I'll be working a lot the next month but I'm taking most of the month of July off from work so I have that to look forward to. I also am starting some exciting new consulting work in the next few weeks.
Liam continues to grow. He gets smarter all the time. I have to close the bathroom doors because his very favorite pastime is tipping over garbage cans and going through their contents. He still hasn't figured out that crawling might be easier on his knees but has the army crawl down! He's fast with those elbows and somehow uses his whole legs to propel himself. He's working on walking. He has yet to take any steps on his own but pushes my grandma's walker back and forth across her living room like it's nothing. I'm not anxious for him to be running around.. I have a feeling I'll be moving my "office" to the porch for the summer once he gets going. He started saying mamama this week. He's also very funny. When I change him, he pulls his shirt up over his tummy when he wants a raspberry and he has decided that picking dad's nose is just great fun. Will didn't appreciate the bloody nose last night.
Other happenings this week -
Monday evening we went with my parents to see my cousins Jake, Anna and Catherine in their high school musical, Grease. As posted earlier, we all enjoyed the show, including Liam. My dad, being the VIP he is in the schools here, scored us a tour of the construction happening at the high school following the show. We had a good time.
Thursday evening, I went to dinner with Megan and then we met Ross and Jenny at the Conference Center for A Celebration of Family History. President Eyring spoke, the Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square performed and David McCullough - author of John Adams, 1776, Brave Companions, etc. - spoke. It was fabulous. I was inspired to be a better journal writer and to start investing more time in family history, especially recording the stories and conversations I experience with my grandparents daily.
One such story - this week my grandma told me about when their ward was formed (have to ask her when exactly!). They came to each member of the new ward and asked them to make a donation to help to build the new chapel. They asked my grandparents to contribute $2500, quite a large sum at the time, and they didn't know how they could possibly afford it. They worked hard and helped through dinners and events to raise money. In addition to raising money, they donated many many hours of labor to build the chapel. (Now, members are not allowed to assist in construction.) My grandpa would go to the church and mix all of the mortar for the brick layers. Even though they were not able to save enough the year the chapel was built, they continued to contribute until they had contributed $2500. They were blessed for it. They own and farm land adjoining the chapel and since then, that land has been some of their most fruitful. The year after the chapel was built, it yielded their best sugar beet crop ever and my grandma says that somewhere she has a picture of my grandpa standing in very tall wheat in the field.
Liam and I truly enjoy spending time almost daily with my grandparents.
And that, friends, is our WIR!