I’m feeling quite a bit better this weekend. We had a blast watching the BYU football game. We had a few friends over, and set out some football-watching food: barbecue meatballs, veggies and dip, chips and salsa. The kids were good! BYU crushed UCLA! We couldn’t have asked for a better afternoon.
Tonight our kids had some dancing time while I played the piano. They prefer Mozart and Beethoven to Chopin. Afterward, they were hot and sweaty and I wiped Megan’s face with a cool washcloth. “Mom, you really care about how I feel!” she exclaimed. “Happy, sad, hot, cold, angry…” 30 seconds… “lonely, frustrated…” It made me feel like I’m doing something right. As a mother of young children, I keep thinking, “If we just teach them right from wrong and love them like crazy, we won’t screw them up.” I’ll let you know how it went in about 20 years.
Mama Never Fumbles 
can’t wait to hear the update in 20 years!Thanks again for having us over.
Your telling me! Even better live. Evan may be going to school at the U, but we’ve got season tickets to BYU. The first time UCLA tries to kick a 3 pointer the whole crowd is yelling “BLOCK THAT KICK, BLOCK THAT KICK!” It was amazing! GO BYU!!
Let’s hope that all we don’t screw up!! How fun to have your girls dancing around while you play the piano! What a special moment!
i want to learn to play the piano just so my kids can dance to it. sounds like fun.
Love the second paragraph! I banking on that theory too. Hang in there with the fetus. I had a horrible pregnancy with the third but she’s the best baby.