My son...

I've been letting T have more of a say on what he wears. Usually it involves me holding two shirts and asking which one he wants to wear.

Not so today.

T decided he was going to wear the following outfit. And no amount of persuasion on my part could convince him otherwise. I decided that a tantrum isn't worth the effort of making him change, so here he is, in all his fashionista glory.....


An old jammie top from last year, socks, dirty tennis shoes, no pants. Are we leaving the house today? ...No.

Wordless Wednesday

Out of they frying pan...

and into the fire. That's how I'm thinking of my new calling! Last Sunday I had a meeting with one of the counselors. I figured that since I had three callings (enrichment leader, primary teacher, humanitarian board member) that I was being released from one of my callings. My money was on the humanitarian calling. I had heard a few times that I was supposed to be released from that one a long time ago.

So imagine my shock when he said he wanted to release me from ALL my callings. I only got the enrichment leader calling a month ago so I was confused. Well, his next words cleared it all up.

"We want to call you to be the 1st counselor in the Primary Presidency." Huh? Me? You want me to be one of the in-charge people?

To make a long story short I accepted the calling. I had my first meeting yesterday and it quickly became apparent that my new middle name was going to be "I have a meeting I have to go to tonight..."