Sunday School

The Husband and I teach Sunday School to ages 14-17. 

It has been an awesome experience thus far. We are learning a lot and the kids are amazing.

But apparently I need to be cautious about what I stick in their little heads...

Me: What are you going to tell your parents you learned in class today?

Sunday School Class: Ladies & Babies are delicious!

It's a long story, but we were talking about the scriptures/gospel being delicious

...and obviously these other things are delicious as well...

I’m so getting fired from my calling.

Pillow Talk

** Precursor: The Husband is not a dancer. He. Does. Not. Dance.** 

So on the evening of my birthday (July 15) I asked him to dance for me before bed. This conversation was on the following night...

Me: I know what song you should have danced to last night!

    (I begin to sing) ...I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt so sexy it hurts... I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the cat walk, ya I shake my little tush on the catwalk... I'm too sexy for for Milan, too sexy for Mylan, New York and Japan...Do you even know that song?!

The Husband: Yes, but not word for word like you obviously do.

Me: ...
           ...I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, the way I'm disco daaaaaancing...

Expectations

So. The Husband and I have (finally) received callings in our new family ward: Sunday School Teachers! And here is the icing on the cake: we have ages 14-17.

So.Much.Fun.

Today we went over some expectations with the class while we were getting to know them:

Us: Do the readings. Talk about things that are relevant. TALK in class, no texting.

Kids: Treats.

Pillow Talk

So I like to talk to The Husband about babies, even if we don't plan on having any for a while. Last night's conversation was about circumcision.

**If you aren't comfortable with that topic, read no further!**

[But it is pretty funny, you will be sad you missed out.]

FYI: uncircumcised babies are dubbed "hooded warriors" thanks to an old friend of mine coining the phrase.

I was asking Jordi if we planned on circumcising our children...

Me: ...Lauren's baby is a hooded warrior.
The Husband: You don't know that.

Me: Yes I do, I asked her.
The Husband: I thought you said the Lord's Baby.

Me: ...Yes. ...Jesus.

Why Hello...

...sinus infection. 

Nope, can't say I missed you the last month. 

Feel free to leave as soon as possible and let me and The Husband get some sleep.

Although I have new appreciation for the Kleenex with Lotion we purchased. 

*sniff

Cleanliness is Next to Godliness

The Husband: What did you do today?

Me: I cleaned both the bathrooms and did the floors and the kitchen floor too.

The Husband: You cleaned the bathroom again?

Me: Ya, it has been a week. Two people showering each day is 14 showers a week.

The Husband: ...

Hand Cramp!

Weddings are a blast. Everyone is happy. The bride and groom are *exhausted* stunning and smiling until their faces hurt. There are treats. There are decorations. And there are presents! I am so thankful for all the amazing gifts that we received. It helped so much when we moved and began our new adventure together.

So of course I want to thank everyone. Every. One. With their own personalized card, hand-written with a photo included. But that takes some serious time. I have been writing cards all day every day for a lot of days. (While watching every movie in our combined collection...most of which were mine.)

So tonight for FHE I had one goal: getting those thank-yous ready for delivery! Which required The Hubs. He too needed to sign each.and.every.card. And there were a lot. But he was a Champion! I'm so proud. I publicly promise that we will have better FHE's in the future, but this was necessary.

Sign. Photo. Stamp. Seal. Repeat.

Cards getting ready for the post!

This one is here just because he's so dang cute.