Sunday, January 06, 2008

Apparently I'm going through some kind of extreme emotional strain or something because I've been on the verge of tears all day long. Over stupid stuff like Fletcher saying, "oh mom! you look beautiful!" when i was in my pajamas....

anyway, I had to do sharing time for the primary kids at church today, and was all stressed out over that, and then all touched at how awesome and wise and responsive the kids were.

And then one of the primary kids was baptised this evening, and I kept thinking about how Connor is going to be 8 this year, and that he's going to be baptized, and how he's so big -- I was choking back tears the whole stupid time and then on the drive home I had this conversation with Connor:

Con: "So Mom, when is it that people get to throw their hats in the air?"

(I know, random, right?)

Me: "You probably won't get to do that until you graduate from highschool. So you'll be around eighteen."

Con: "Oh. So, that will be right before I go on my mission, right?"

Me: "Yep."

And then I burst into tears. It was too much for me! He's not even baptized yet and already thinking about his mission! Now I have a headache and I need chocolate.

On a completely unrelated note, I would like to inform everyone who was aghast at THIS POST, that Craig did the dishes the other day. For no reason at all besides that he wanted to do me a favor while I was out running errands. Let's hear it, "awwwwwwww".

He loves me.


Erin said...

You slay me... I love your ultimate spazness.

Gurgy said...

I highly recommend watching a tear jerker movie and bawling your eyes out..... it helps! Sometimes you just need to cry, I think its hormonal. lol

Nanette said...

So, did you get your chocolate fix or do I need to mix you up a batch of brownies?

Rika Silverpaw said...

Are you pregnant? might want to take a test hon, I know some people get all teary and stuff when they are pregnant lol

Chocolate helps tons! so do tear jerker movies! lol

Nathan Lindsay said...

As for craig washing dishes...sounds like he's up to no good.

come visit us and you and Angela can just eat chocolate all day while Craig and I wash dishes together.

Gretchen said...

I definitely "awwed" at the end of the story.
I'm totally going to look into the book you recommended--thanks!

Hot Chocolate said...

He's almost 8??? I've definitely missed some years in between.

Ya...the chocolate does wonders. I have a daily dose. Or five.

Joni said...

Oh my gosh, that mission thing kills me. Kills. Me. Little baby boys need to come with a warning. Granted, my son is still terrorizing the nursery but I know I pretty much will BLINK and he'll be going into the MTC. Waaaaah.

(This, by the way, is why I tried nursing him for as long as I possibly could. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt, people.)

Penelope Crackers said...

Oh that sweet Connor boy! How can he say such terrible things as getting baptized and going on missions? :) I know what you mean about being a wreck when you notice them growing up out of the blue. KEnzie can spot every time when it hits me, like yesterday when I was talking about how she was in first grade and she laughed and said, "Mom! I'm in second grade!" Of course I knew this, but had spaced for a minute and then it was like she grew a year older in 5 seconds and I got ticked. :) She looked at me and said, "Are you going to cry now like you always do when I get bigger?" She loves seeing me get all weepy over stuff. She'll try to talk about new things she's doing in her family prayers hoping that when it's done I'll be quietly crying. Lil' stinker. Okay so this is so long I should probably just make a post about this on my own blog. :)