Spencer's class invited parents to come and watch their Oreo stacking activity today.
The girls ended up eating their project.
Spencer is dancing with his class--hard to tell, but yes, he is dancing.
Whoever invented red-filled Oreos couldn't possibly have a one-year-old.
Their entourage. Whenever I take the girls to school, a crowd of kids gathers around. They ooh and aaaah over how cute the girls are. Until Faith kicks them.
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley