9 Years and Counting

Tuesday was our wedding anniversary. We spent the whole day together in bed...with a violent stomach flu. Rena came and took BooBear for the afternoon, fed him lunch and dinner, since we didn't have enough energy to look after him and having him fend for himself all day did not seem like a good idea. It is so sad to have so many goodies around from the holidays - and you can't eat any of it. We will probably be throwing most of it away since we still aren't up to eating normal food yet. We keep hoping that BooBear won't get this bug, because it is nasty, but he is starting to show precursor signs today.

It's A Girl!

So, I had my ultrasound today at 19 weeks along. Everything looks normal and healthy. We are going to have a girl!!! My first reaction is pure excitement. My second reaction - what do you do with a girl? I told my students already, so there are a few kids that told me they will be at my classroom before school starts to find out if it's a girl or boy because they are so excited for me. Some of my 8th grade girls are hatching a plan to throw me a baby shower during lunch sometime (I have them in class right after lunch.) Isn't that cute?

Werty's Quest: Painting

Werty has been working so hard to get our living room painted before my family comes for the holidays. He comes home from work, we eat dinner, and then he paints. It took three rounds of mudding and sanding to smooth out the texture on the walls. (That was the only step I could help with). Two coats of primer were necessary to cover the mud and dust - two different colors of primer, since we are using one light and one dark color in the room. Last night Werty finished the second and final coat of the lighter color, and I still like the color, so that's good. He will need to paint two coats of the red color. He put one layer of paint on the ceiling already, but he is planning on another coat of white and some touch-ups around the light fixture. I am not sure if the ceiling necessarily needs to be done before Christmas. But once we have the walls done, we can put up our Christmas tree.

BooBear loves the lights of the season, on Sunday he wanted to just drive around and look at them, and kept saying, "Yes, lights," which sounded more like, "ets, ites" but I understood him. So, I know he will be excited to put up our tree. This will be the first year he will really understand that something special is going on.

I still need to go shopping for his Christmas presents - what a horrible parent I am! I have a good idea of what I want to get him, but no time to get to the store. I hope they don't sell out before I get there. One toy set is from IKEA, so that has to be a weekend shopping trip. We have school all the way through the 21st, so my life will stay hectic for a while still. Last night I made the first inroads on getting the basement ready for guests, so that's progress, at least. My parents might have boxes piled up in one corner of the guest room when they get here. My intention was to sort through the boxes of stuff left over from the move, but I don't think there will be enough time. We decided it would be better to have a living room, than to have everything else perfect for the holidays.

Distateful

I can hear some of my former students chuckling...there are certain crude words and phrases which, though perhaps not swear words, are not appropriate in the classroom. One of my classes chose to replace one of the taboo phrases with, "It's distateful." And now I will always think of them whenever I say that something is 'distasteful.'

So, Werty was invited to be part of an octet in the program for the ward Christmas party. One particular song the choir leader chose for them is that I would call distasteful. It's supposed to be humorous, but it's so dated, and it draws it's humor from ethnic stereotypes.

Another member of the group objected when the jist of the song was explained to him. Werty was relieved, because he had the same feeling about it. But the choir director chewed the first guy out and convinced him to look at the music and give it a shot. So, the music was dropped off at our door this week. Werty and I each looked at it. Yup, it's as horrible as he feared. Each verse is sung in a different accent, the worst verse labeled "the mysterious east" instead of an actual country, and the verse consists of menu items from a chinese restaurant instead of actual words or phrases.

Last night, Werty had the chance to voice his concern to the other member who had originally objected. I was proud of him as I heard him explain that we are members of a worldwide church, and "as a worldwide church, I don't think a song like this is appropriate." (Yeah, there's a reason I married him.) Together the two of them are going to talk to the others in the group and get rid of the song. It's a touchy thing, with the choir director having picked it, and we have been in the ward less than a year and don't know very many people.

Everyone seems to know my husband and his voice - they gave him a solo in the primary program this year, they put him down for a solo on Christmas - he just wishes they would ask him instead of putting him down and telling him later...because it's hard to get music and accompaniment together that quickly when you don't know very many people in the ward. No, no one has asked me to do any singing. Let's face it, Werty is the superior singer with more experience, and tenors are more in demand that altos. Have you ever seen a ward that says, we have plenty of men in the choir, but we need more ladies...didn't think so.