Dancing Girl

Diana discovered the art of dance last week. Here is a clip:

I should be a Mathematician, by Emily

I love being a parent. All day I get joy from ridiculously small things. It's just basic math. Where n equals anything:

my child + n = ridiculous amount of joy

For instance:

Figure 1: A table. Boring.








Figure 2: Theorem Applied
Diana + a Table = ridiculous amount of joy














Here are some more examples:

Diana + Fence = ridiculous amount of joy














Diana + Sandbox = ridiculous amount of joy












Diana + Glasses = ridiculous amount of joy








Of course, the theorem fails because Diana + the grocery store = a very cranky mother, and Diana + the Medicine Cabinet = frantic calls to Poison Control. And for some reason not everyone finds bliss in Diana picking the flowers out of their landscaping. I suspect that there are a few people in this world who wish that children didn't exist at all. If those people ever start giving out free chocolate bars, I'm going to be suspicious.

Why Mormons Build Temples

Baby Pictures

Fun with the Copy Machine

PET/CT Scan Results (courtesy of Radiology, Ltd, translated by Emily)

Impression: No evidence for recurrent lymphoma!

There is no neck lymphadenopathy! No evidence of focal neck mass or abscess! Visualized portions of the brain appear unremarkable. But non-visualized portions are probably very remarkable! No definite evidence for pathologically enlarged mediastinal or hilar nodes appreciated!


Basically, I've kicked cancer's trash!

Sacrament Meeting 2

Sunday, sacrament meeting was without incident. No yelling. No escape attempts. During the blessing of the bread, she angelically folded her arms. Emily was very very prepared with snacks and toys. Diana had a scheduled break about half way through. During the break, she walked around the back of the room and up and down the isle a little while eating cheerios. She then returned to her seat and we did everything we knew, without overly distracting others, to keep her content. (Right on, Camille)

We haven't figured it all out. She grows faster than we learn. But, Diana was Heavenly Father's daughter long before she was ours and He seems to be teaching her with the same patient kindness that He has been teaching us.