Curly Kate

 Truth be told, there's a fear lingering in the back of my mind.

In the dryer air of San Antonio... will Kate lose her curls?

I mean, obviously, they won't go away entirely. But they may never look like this again.

 We're still not entirely sure where they came from. But, oh, I love those curls. They fit her personality to a T, in some strange way. I feel like her curls let people know that even though on the outside she's so organized and smart and rule-abiding, there's a quirky and silly girl busting out from her seams.

It would be such a shame to leave the curls in Houston, don't ya think?

 *I don't know why her lips look so red in this picture. I assure you, she is NOT wearing lip gloss.

She's a sweet girl, this Kate of mine. And I'll keep her... even if she has to leave the curls here.

Spiritual children

This was a few weeks ago, but I still think it's pretty funny. In church, Ethan leans over to me, and in a kind whisper asks:

"Can I play temple run?.... it's about temples"

Nice try, buddy. Almost had me.

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On a related note, for the longest time, when we would pull into the church parking lot each Sunday, Drew would scream, "Daddy's house!!!"

We're just going to go ahead and pretend he was talking about his Heavenly Father's house. 

And not his earthly father, who, for months on end, the only time we saw him was from the pew looking up on the stand.

A friend once commented to me how awesome it was to see the Packer children arrive each week. And I quote,

"They're so excited to see Greg, it's like, 'hey! I remember you! You were here last week!'"

Oh, those were tough times when Greg was in the Bishopric. He was released last week and of course it came with mixed emotions. It truly is a blessing to serve in the Church. No greater blessings come than when we are serving. But it will be nice to have him back on our side of the pulpit. For us, at least.

Impostor

Yesterday, in the car, the following conversation was held.

Kate: I don't like the sea.

Me: Really? You don't like going to the beach?

K: No!! I don't like the LETTER C!

Me: (not knowing how to respond) Why don't you like the letter C?

K: BECAUSE... it's SUPPOSED to say suh, but sometimes it says kuh. K says kuh, not C!

Me: And you're upset because your name starts with K and you don't want any other letters saying kuh?

K: RIGHT!

I fear for the day when she learns that the whole "I before E, except after C" thing isn't entirely true.

Let this be a lesson to all of you. This girl does not like impostors; If you say you are going to do something, you should probably just do it the way you are supposed to do it.