Attending Births Cures Migraines

...and other unexpected things I've recently discovered:

• A good cure for not wanting more children is to watch your children get older. With one in kindergarten and the other just turned 4 years old, my reluctance to sit by and allow my little ones to grow up has hit me. Hard. We are still in the magical stages of childhood, and I don't want to leave it. Not yet. The only way to prevent that from happening is...have another child. Cripes!


• You can open a bank account in 15 minutes, if 5 minutes into the process you get a phone call that your client is dilated to 6 centimeters.


• "It could be worse" stories always have the opposite effect on people: they feel worse, not better, after hearing how much harder other people's circumstances are.


• And, finally, going to births cures migraine headaches. I had a migraine for two days when I got called by a laboring woman this morning. A few minutes after I arrived, I realized that my head felt absolutely fine. I've felt great ever since.
  

Color days

Elizabeth's class was asked to wear a color every day of the week. This week we had red, blue, yellow, and green.

Here she is at blue and yellow day:

Labor Day weekend

Elizabeth licking off the whipped cream (she missed a spot):





Angela in her PJs:



Dancing:



Beautiful:



Who can keep a straight face through this? Not me.

Bridalveil Falls, Provo

The top of the falls:














I honestly can't remember what's going on here:

Elizabeth and her charge

Elizabeth showing her strong maternal side:

All better!

Poor Angela

Angela and Joe when they were sick: