Perfection Defined

What does it mean to be perfect? Well many of you may have already achieved perfection according to Chloe's standards. The two of us were engaged in a deep conversation one afternoon about how after we die and are resurrected our bodies will be perfect. I began to tell her how her friend Ashlynn will no longer be in a wheelchair and how her Great-Grandpa Miyasaki will no longer be blind. She contemplated for a moment and said, "So does that mean I will have an iPhone 5?"

Praise to the Man

This year the kids are learning the hymn "Praise to the Man" in primary. On Monday morning, I was listening as Chloe belted out her version. The chorus started out like this:

Hail to the prophet, ascended to heaven
Traitors and fire-ants now fight him in vain

Now if you have ever been bitten by a fire ant, you would understand that a fire ant is almost as bad as a tyrant. A whole mound of fire ants might be worse...

Goosebumps

Warning: This post contains "potty talk." It would normally be banned from our dinner conversations.

This evening Chloe was brushing my hair. Being silly, she ran the hairbrush down my arm, which immediately gave me goosebumps. "Why do you have bumps on your arm?," she asked. I explained, "probably because you just brushed my arm." She then asked, "Are you sure you aren't going poopy?" I told her, "Chloe, I am NOT going poopy." She then questioned me further saying, "Because when I go poopy those bumps on my arms come out." I reassured her once again that I was definitely not going poopy. Skeptically she whispered, "Oh, okay, but maybe you're going poopy."

Rough Riders Game

This year Kelsie auditioned (twice!) and was chosen to participate in the All City Choir. This little choir, made up of 4th and 5th graders from all over Frisco, was asked to sing the national anthem at the Rough Riders game last week. Excuse the lousy video work....when I saw them line up I had to run up the stairs and around the stadium to see their cute little faces. I couldn't hold the camera steady because I was trying to breathe. I also didn't recognize my daughter, even though she is in the front row directly in front of the microphone. I did, however, recognize her friend, so there are mostly shots of Taylor! Sorry Kels--I love ya'!

8 is GREAT!

Our sweet little Jackson was baptized on April 23. We are so proud of his decision to become a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. We feel so blessed to have him as our son--he truly is an example to us. He has an incredible capacity to love and give and has a sensitivity to the needs of others that is unparalleled in 8-year olds. He has a strong desire to follow the Savior and will be an incredible missionary in 11 years.

Grandma and Grandpa Wallace, the whole Kunz family, and Grandma and Grandpa Miyasaki all made the 1248 mile trek to be part of this important day. We had many friends and neighbors in attendance and it was humbling to witness an entire room full of people who love Jackson. It was an incredible day and the presence of the Spirit testified of the importance of this sacred ordinance.

To Be 3...

I think that being three must be the best age in the world. When you're 3, you can wear a purple sparkly shirt with a hot pink and black zebra-print tutu, boots, and sunglasses and feel like a million bucks. When you're 3, you can close your eyes and take a nap when you catch a bad case of the grumpies while your mom browses the aisles in Costco. When you're 3, you can sing "Dynamite" at the top of your lungs in public places and never feel embarassed. When you're 3, a sippy cup filled with chocolate milk makes everything better. When you're 3, you can say things to your dad like "I think you need another nap." When you're 3, you're just thankful for everything. Tonight Chloe said our family prayer. Here's how it went:

Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this day.
Thank you for scriptures.
Thank you for our old t.v.
Thank you for us.
Thank you for t.v.
Thank you for Santa.
Thank you for notes.

Oh, how we love that girl! Earlier tonight, Wally fell asleep and Chloe was trying her best to wake him up. She was shaking some bells in his ear, but it didn't work. She tried giving him a hug and a kiss, but it didn't work. She tried tickling him, but it didn't work. She tried yelling "FIRE!", but it didn't work. For her last effort, she yelled, "Dad, the t.v. doesn't work!" at which point he woke up.

The House That Jack Lives In

This is the house that Jack lives in. (And Kelsie and Chloe and Wally and Evonne.)

This is the precipitation that turned to snow and ice that fell on the house that Jack lives in (and Kelsie and Chloe and Wally and Evonne.)

These are the children bored out of their minds (hanging out in my messy closet) because school was canceled yesterday, today, and tomorrow due to the precipitation that turned to snow and ice that fell on the house that Jack lives in (and Kelsie and Chloe and Wally and Evonne).

This is the husband, mildly perturbed, because his office sent him home again because of the power outages that were caused by the precipitation that turned to snow and ice that fell on the house that Jack lives in. (And also because the furnace stopped working, the house was frigid, and we had to call a repairman to come fix it.)