Driving to the store:

Dad: So what are you trying to make?

Me: A treat with white chocolate and crushed candy canes.

Dad: What does it look like?

Me: It looks like crushed up candy canes and white chocolate.

Dad: So what do we need from the store?

Me: White chocolate. And candy canes.

'its' a 'she'

"Who do we know that's having a baby that we can pray for? We can pray for Auntie Stephanie, Carey, Ronda, Lisa... Any one else?"

Mom: I know someone else who is having a baby but its a secret so I can't tell you yet. But - I know that you will be very excited when I can tell you.

Peyton: Do they go to our church?

Mom: Not telling.

Charter: Are they related to us?

Mom: Not telling.

Peyton: ITS YOU!!! ITS YOU MOM!!!!

Mom: No. Its not me. I'm not telling you.

Sloan: When can you tell us?

Mom: I don't know... She said 'soon'.

Mollen: ITS A SHEEEEE!!!! YOU SAID SHE!!! I  KNOW ITS A GIRL!!! WOOHOO! I FIGURED IT OUT! ITS A SHE!!!

Mom: Yes, it is a she. Good job, Mollen.

Love is...

Recently, my dads cousin got married. At the wedding reception, they had little cards that you could write on. One card said, "Love is..." another said "Always..." and the third one said, "A little advice...".
We (Me, my sisters and cousins) were all trying to think of something funny and witty to write on any one of the cards (By the way, we came up with, "Love is... ... Sobbing all the way through your wedding ceremony" because Scott, the groom, did just that.)

My dad comes up behind us, "You should write, "Love is... ... learning how to courtesy flush"

"Nice dad. Yeah, if you think that's a good one, you should write it..."

Dad, "I can't. I don't know how to spell 'courtesy'."

Nice.

Menopause - The Beginning of the End

Mom and I were sitting on her bed, talking about how we think Ephraim should have a baby sister.

Mom: "Yeah, but Dad says I can't have another baby..."

Me: "Well, maybe he doesn't mean it."

Mom, " But I'm 35! I don't have many years left!!"

Mollen bursts out, "NO YOU DON'T!!!!!!!!!"

Mom: No Mollen, I seriously only have a few years left! Most women can't have babies much after 40."

Mollen lets out a relieved sigh, "Oh, about BABIES! I thought you meant about DYING!"

You know that sense of completion... When you have done everything you needed to get done, and you feel totally at peace with the world because all you have to do it sit and relax for a bit?Yeah... I'm not quite there yet... BUT... Its not 2pm yet, and I have been very productive so far today...


Family Bible reading
Family read aloud
Family poetry (By a poet who writes like he's in grade 6. Not a fan...)
Breakfast
Made homemade natural deodorant
1 Math lesson/activity
Social text reading and elive lecture (the lecture is an online recording)
French language exercises (On a website that has caused too much trouble to be worth it and used almost all of my phone minutes for the month... Oh well, if I need to use the website to pass grade 10...)
Lunch
1 hour and 10 minutes of rollerblading in the crisp autumn air...

The last thing on the list was the most fun. As of today, Sloan and I are making a goal of rollerblading for 1 hour everyday until the first snowfall. (Which I'm pretty impressed hasn't happened yet!!)

Now all I need to do is:
Practice violin and fiddle (Everyone always asks if there is a difference between the two instruments... Between the instruments, no. The difference is the style. In this case, I do need to practice both.)

Clean my room.

Then I will be at peace with the world and sit back and relax for a bit... Or go for another roller blade and get ahead in PE.. :)

EPIC - Longfellow or Captain Underpants?

"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882
Longfellow was born in Maine, and while still a young man, he became a professor at Harvard University in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where he lived for the rest of his life. He became one of the most popular poets of his day throughout the english speaking world. His poem, HIAWATHA, is, perhaps, the best known modern epic poem. "

"THE SLAVES DREAM - by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"

Me: ITS SUPER EPIC!

Mom: Uh, the slave's dream is?

Me: No, I was just kidding... I just said that cause he wrote an epic poem.

Mom: An epic poem means...

Me: I know what an epic poem is, I did a unit on poetry last year. I just think its funny because 'epic' is a 'cool word' nowadays.

Peyton: What is an epic poem?

Me: Pretty much a long story, told in the form of a poem.

Charter: At the begining of my Captain Underpants book, it says, "The 4th EPIC novel" so is it....

Me: No, Charter. Captain underpants does not count as 'epic poetry'.

Dinner conversation

Peyton: DAD! Tell the kids to stop calling Sloan fat!
Mollen and Charter: WE DON'T CALL HER FAT!

Sloan: Umm, they don't call me fat. And besides, I...    Never mind... I'll tell you later downstairs.

Mom: Excuse me? What do you need to tell her in private?

Sloan: Well, it kind of needs to be said in a high pitched annoying voice.

We all glance at Dad. He's not in the best mood, and we all know that Sloan is smart for not doing anything high pitched and/or annoying in his presence.

Mom: Well, could you tell me now? In a normal voice? Even if you just have to say it in an annoying voice later?

Sloan: Kay... " I hate it when other people fight my own battles"

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Peyton: You were going to make me have annoying voice?

(Peyton is famous for saying that lately, as Mollen has become very over protective of her. Even though Mollen is younger by 4 years)