John's letter's to Whitney from last summer. As always it's fun to remember this little funny conversations.
Mom is walking for the first time today in the boot since the surgery, so hopefully that goes well. The three teen girls are going on a trip with Grandma and Grandpa starting this weekend for a week, so it will be a bit more challenging. Church will be fun on Sunday with crippled Mom, me, and the five youngest. Then, next week I go out of town for a couple of days. I hope it all works out. On Sunday, Brick, Dash, and Tank all bore their testimonies. They did great and all said at least one amusing thing in their amusing accents: Brick was really trying to be profound, etc. so he had a few moments of silence while he gathered his thoughts, but he was really cute. He said he knew all the different wards were true, probably because we had gone to Lucy's baptism the day before, and he knew that was true as well. Dash had the same message as far as wards go, but he phrased it differently--he knew all the churches were true, which directly contradicted Uncle R's previous testimony that ours was the only true church, but, again I think Dash was speaking from a different perspective. Tank said he loved his parents even though it was hard sometimes. That got a few chuckles. Loaf is a lot of fun. She is into being a dog more than ever, so, for instance, she barks all during singing time in nursery.
We did fairly well on Sunday at church with the five youngest. There were the ordinary fist fights, complaints, water breaks, etc., but Mom does a great job keeping those kids in line, and I did my best to help out. For the weeks she wasn't there I tried an experiment with Brick, allowing him to go to the bathroom, or to get a drink, or to the library for a pencil on his own. Each time he came back, so I felt like it was successful. I don't think Mom would do the same thing. I didn't tell her about my experiment, not because I am keeping anything from her, but just because it hasn't come up in conversation. Last night Rock and I went to doggy play group with Ellie and had a great time. Ellie likes to play a game where she gets every other dog to chase her and then runs around to keep away. She was the fastest dog there as far as I could tell. It was fun to watch. The three littlest kids are getting better and better about playing together. It is fun to watch them do imagination games together to see what they will say and come up with. Of course Dash is still a hot head. Yesterday he went after both Brick and Rock, inflicting some punishment, but in the end getting creamed by both of them. At one point when he was disallowed from fighting he was saying: "I just need to kick somebody." He doesn't go after Tank anymore. I think Tanks's sheer size is a deterrent. This week in nursery Mike R. was getting very loud, so Loaf went up to him, put her hands on his cheeks, gave him her kind, mothering look, and then wagged her finger at him as she lectured him on his behavior. He took it very well and calmed right down.
Last night someone mentioned "hobos", and Brick informed us that hobos had become extinct a long time ago. We asked him what else he knew about hobos, and he said they had hunted a lot and didn't say "excuse me" when they were rude.