The fine art of losing a sale

Yesterday I went to visit my friend who is a vendor on the street outside where we used to live.  She sells banana-Q, a yummy banana fried in oil and brown sugar and served on a stick.  We were happily catching up on the latest happenings in life since I hadn’t seen her since our return from Canada.

A rather well-dressed man with slicked down hair appeared out of nowhere and flashed a toothy smile at us.  Judging by the stack of glossy pamphlets in his hand I had a feeling we were in for a sales pitch.  I was right.

“Good morning, Ma’am, I am speaking to you on behalf of so-and-so Fancy Spa Company,” Slick Street Sales Guy began in flawless, yet somehow slightly awkward, English.  He pulled out one of the pamphlets and laid it on my friend’s vendor cart.

I exchanged a look with my friend who raised her eyebrows at me slightly.  I could tell she wasn’t going to help me out.  “I’m not interested, sir.  But thank you,” I declined politely.

He pushed it.  “Oh Ma’am, we have five main and easily accessible locations as you can see listed here in our brochure.  Please may I tell you about a special deal we have for you, today only, ma’am.”  He paused briefly then plunged bravely on. 

“We have a special deal, ma’am, and free services worth thousands of pesos, all for the low, low price of 460 pesos if you would just fill out your name and number here in the space provided.  Let me tell you about the services you may avail of, ma’am.”

I glanced at my friend again.  She wasn’t even listening anymore and was quietly having a conversation with another friend nearby.  Sighing, I turned my attention back to Slick.

“First, ma’am, your free offer that I may draw your attention to is a free diamond peel service worth 1600 pesos.  This ma’am is yours for free, no questions asked.”  He looked at my face.  I tried to look pleasant but was failing to find value in what clearly sounded like a painful procedure.

“Next, ma’am, may I direct your attention here to the second free offer at our spa.”  I could tell he felt was on a roll.  “A free session of skin whitening, ma’am!”  He triumphantly pointed to the offer on the pamphlet. 

At this point I’m wondering if he is thinking about his potential client (me) at all.  I looked at him with round eyes and protested in shock, “Skin whitening?  Like a ghost?”  I was hoping that he would crack a smile.  Ok, I was actually hoping he’d stop the sales pitch.  But after one humorless chuckle he quickly recovered, “Perhaps you may give that part to a friend.”

Moving quickly on he said, “Perhaps you would like to avail yourself of other services at the spa then, ma’am.”  His eyes quickly scanned me up and down.  I knew where this was heading.

“Here, ma’am!”  He pointed to a list printed on the brochure.  “Did you know that we provide many services for your beautification, like for example, if you want to become sexy?”

I feel the need to interrupt here because I’m treading on some ground I haven’t yet covered on my blog:  Filipinos and their use of the word ‘sexy.’  I was shocked when I first came to the Philippines and heard this word used so often.  Like Inigo Montoya’s quote in the movie, “The Princess Bride,” I often feel the urge to say, “You keep using that word.  I do not think it means what you think it means.” 

I’m actually not completely sure what the word means to them, but my first clue that it wasn’t defined the way I thought was when my four year old daughter was called sexy.  Umm, ok…?  Somehow the word is linked to beauty in a way that is well, nonsexual.  (Really hoping I haven’t lost any sensitive readers at this point- it’s the culture here, folks, I’m just telling it like it is.)

It is also perfectly acceptable in this culture to discuss another’s weight and body image.  Imagine my shock when a stranger at the market declared that her vegetables from her stall would further me on my journey to “being sexy” (oh, that really endears me to you, thank you very much).  After attempting to discretely inquire among friends about the subject and beauty perceptions here I was told repeatedly that discussion of weight, even with a total stranger, is totally acceptable and doesn’t carry with it the connotations of judgment that we in our culture so quickly associate with the subject.  Indeed, it seems to be true- the topic is not taboo and thus we all must develop a very thick skin in order to survive here.

So having that clarification hopefully you have been able to pick your jaw up off the floor and we can continue the story with some understanding.

“Did you know,” he said, “that we provide many services for your beautification, like for example, if you want to become sexy?”  I knew where this was headed and steeled myself for some typical (or should I say ‘blunt’ by my culture’s standards) remarks on the subject.

“Hmmm,” I murmured, trying to warn him with a half-smile and a raised eyebrow that he was treading on dangerous ground.

“You know, ma’am, let’s say for example that you wanted to become smaller in your, um…” he eyed my torso, “your…” his hands skimmed the air in a curve, “you know, ma’am, in your abdomen.  To become slimmer.”  He paused.  “We have services for that, ma’am.”  His finger rested on the list of services.

I looked Slick straight in the eyes.  “Sir, buntis ako," I stated flatly.  He ignored me and continued to mutter things about slimming and services.  “Sir!,” I interrupted more clearly, “Buntis ako!  I’m pregnant!”

After staring at me for a few moments he vainly attempted to continue but all I heard was unintelligible gurgles.  Recovery from that faux pas was apparently insurmountable even for Slick.  He finally gave a nod and a quick, “Ok ma’am; if you’re sure, ma’am,” conceding defeat.  He ambled away, presumably to find a more fitting candidate for his spa. 

Perhaps he needed a better training course on knowing his target demographic.  Rule number one: don’t offer slimming services to a pregnant woman.

From a 5 year old's perspective-

So, humbling can take different forms...

After our really busy weekend of travelling we were all pretty tired this morning.  We decided that the girls would stay home from school today to get a rest but Winnie really wanted to go.  I asked the other two if they wanted to go and they both agreed with me that it would be good to have a day at home, so we ended up sending Winnie to school by herself.

At supper time I asked Winnie if anyone at school had asked her where her sisters were today.  She said, "No, I just told them!"

"Oh, what did you tell them?" I asked.

"I just told them that Mommy asked my sisters if they wanted to go to school and they said no, they didn't want to go, and I said 'yes', I did want to go."

"Oh, really.  Hmm, did you mostly talk to kids, or did you tell that to some adults too?"

"Oh, it was mostly adults I told that to, Mommy."

Way to cast my parenting skills in a great light, Winnie!  Ha.

W is for Wreck

Our family in 2007

One day a several years ago when we still lived in Canada I was picking up our babysitter for the evening.  Dennis and I had a special banquet to go to so I left with enough time to pick up the sitter, get back home, dress up and make it to the banquet on time.  As I left the sitter's house I guess I was in a hurry and didn't notice a stop sign that was tucked up high on a corner, partly obscured by a pine tree.

I sailed through the intersection and in slow motion the scene unfolded in front of me. My van, a four door sedan coming from the right, the collision right on top of the manhole, the slow, scraping journey of momentum that took us to the curb on the other side.

I was stunned.  It was my first accident and to top it all off I had someone else's precious teenage daughter in my passenger seat!  As steam poured out from under my hood I looked behind us to see what had happened to other car.  It was full of people and they were starting to get out.  Four tiny little ladies.  Long black and white cloth.  I couldn't believe my eyes: I had hit a car full of nuns!

The neighbors started pouring out of their houses to see what had happened.  It isn't every day you see four nuns in a car wreck.  Someone let me use their cellphone to call Dennis.  It took me about 10 tries to get my shaking hands to dial the number properly.  The police came.  One of the nuns was taken to the hospital to get checked out; she had been very shaken by the crash.  It appeared that no one had been seriously hurt.

Right away I admitted to the policeman that I had been at fault but he still crossed himself when I told him that perhaps the nuns had been speeding.  Maybe if I had whipped out my habit I usually keep in the back seat he would have been scared to give me a ticket?

After it was all over and I rode away from the scene one impression lingered in my mind- the sight of the travelling saint bobble-head figurine on the dashboard of the nuns' car, nodding away vigorously.

Pious Technology

Dennis surprised me with a new cell phone for Christmas!  I wasn't expecting it at all and he came up with the idea all on his own.  We are fairly new cell phone owners; we never had any before moving to the Philippines.  We had only been here for two days when our friends helped us each get one.  It was a steep learning curve at first but since we only purchased the cheapest, most basic model available I managed to figure it out.  We quickly discovered that cell phones are not really a luxury here- if you don't have one you could easily get lost amongst the 20 million people in our city or waste lots and lots of time looking for something when you could send one text and be on your way.

Well, this new one has lots of bells and whistles.  I spent about an hour last night trying to figure out the new settings.  I couldn't figure out how to put the time on a.m. instead of p.m. before I went to bed.

At midnight I awoke to a loud voice next to my ear.  Disoriented, I couldn't remember where I was or what this voice could be!  Then I realized it was my new cell phone and I managed to push some random buttons to make the thing be quiet.

At 3am the voice startled me awake again.  I leaped out of bed and grabbed the phone, trying to shut it off. This time I took it into the bathroom and left it there on the counter lest I hear from it again and mangle it in my surprise.

This morning I took a good look at it trying to figure out what on earth was going on with it.  Apparently my phone is Catholic.  And likes to pray.  So at midnight I was hearing the "Angelus," and at 3am I was hearing the "3 O'Clock Prayer."  A very devoted phone, don't you think?

It's just too bad the a.m. and p.m. were so mixed up.  I might have been a little more heavenly minded had it happened during the day....

Oh, be careful little tongue what you say...

For the past year I've happily been calling this

a 'plastik' which is just a Tagalog-ized English word, obviously.  It seems to be the most common term used here.  So, surely you can sense my excitement at discovering after another full year here that there is a real Tagalog word for it after all!  I stumbled upon it during one of my language helping sessions.  I happily started trying it out in a few difference contexts so that it would become part of my vocabulary.

Imagine my surprise when someone quietly told me that I should probably be careful- if the wrong syllable is stressed the word actually means "uncercomsized mail."*

I apologize to my sensitive readers but honestly, what a funny mistake!

*words intentionally misspelled so as not to attract unwanted traffic to my blog.

Payong- Umbrella

Last week Dennis went out in a torrential downpour with his umbrella. Now, I have known for a long time that his umbrella was on its last leg, but he kept insisting that it was still usable. So... imagine him walking down the street- all eyes on him because everybody always watches us anyway- and he is holding... this.Then the rain really started pouring. He made some valient attempts to stay dry. Even the lady at the cart selling barbequed banana and the lady at the other cart selling newspapers on the corner were laughing. I laughed all the way to school.

Peanut Shell Obligations

We are now in our third week of full time language and culture study. For Dennis this means that his waking hours are scheduled around 8 hours of study a day, both in and out of the "office." I have 6 hours of study a day which is a bit of a challenge as I endeavor to manage the homefront at the same time.

Some of our study tasks are actually really fun. We are to have a certain amount of exposure time each day; time when we go out and actually experience the culture. This could be as simple as going grocery shopping with the intent to try and speak the Tagalog that we know, or watching an interaction take place in the market. Last week Dennis and I hopped on a jeepney and went down to Quiapo market to experience some culture. We had been there before on our immersion excursion trips when we first arrived here, but finding our way and doing it all on our own was a whole different ballgame.

The week before Dennis and I went out together to a neighborhood market and bought some fruit and a couple of bags- using our Tagalog and the cultural tidbits that we've learned to haggle for a good price. It is an art.

Here's a funny little story for you. Every week we are given a set of questions on a particular topic as a part of our Philippine cultural study. It is our job to find a Filipino and ask our list of questions before our group discussion time on Fridays. Last week the topic was "Household Duties of Men and Women." Our questions explored gender roles in this culture and helped us discover some of the cultural values that exist here.

Dennis interviewed one of the guards at the gate of our neighborhood. One of the questions was about why more Filipino women work abroad than men. Our ears are starting to get used to hearing the accent here, but sometimes comprehension is slow for us even when people are speaking English. The man Dennis was talking to waxed eloquent as he explained about women and men working abroad. He lapsed into Tagalog and Dennis carefully took notes although he had a hard time following him. The man kept using the phrase "peanut shell obligations."

When we got to our discussion class Dennis brought the phrase up. We were hoping we had stumbled onto something really deep and meaningful about culture. But when he mentioned it to our Filipino teachers their faces wore question marks. Everyone was trying to figure out what the phrase could mean.

Finally I turned to Dennis and said, "So, how did the guy say it? How did it sound to you?
Peanut shell obligations?" I said the phrase with a thick Filipino accent (as best I could anyway). Suddenly one of our teacher's face lit up. She waved her hand in the air, "I know!! I know what it is!!! Pea-nan-chull obligations!"

Rarr

In our home, rarring is the biggest insult. The girls will sit around the table and Winnie will say a little tiny "rarr". Immediately the other girls will protest loudly, "She rarred at me!!!" Winnie was the brains behind this pasttime. She started it about two months ago (probably after hearing one of her sisters roar) and she does it daily. I've tried different tactics in dealing with this family crisis. At first it was just funny. Then the girls started getting so upset by it that I tried to keep Winnie from doing it, but that seemed ridiculous too. So then I told the girls to just do it back to her.

Winnie can dish it out but she can't take it. She starts it but the moment one of the other girls rarr back at her she accusingly exclaims, "Mommy! Ael rarred!" or, "No! Aia rarred!" The other day after she started it I quietly roared at her. "No, Mommy," she said. Then I roared a little louder. "Noooo, Mommy!" she said. I couldn't resist- I did it again. A big one that made her jump. She burst into tears and didn't stop crying for 10 minutes. It ruined her whole day.

Poor little thing. It didn't stop her. Last night she rarred again. So we got it on video for posterity.

"You are no longer listed as married..."

One thing I found out today:

An accidental change on facebook can scare a lot of people.

I was editing my profile this morning and didn't realize that doing so made all my other information default.

My friends were greeted with "Valerie has broken her relationship with Dennis" on their home pages.

I'm glad to know so many people were looking out for us that they'd call, comment or send a message to me. It is good to know that there would be immediate accountability with our friends if we were to go off the deep end in our marriage.

So, no harm done- Dennis and I are loving and being loved, secure in our commitment to each other and to God, surrounded by friends and family who care enough to demand an explanation if something were to go wrong!

Playtime

Lately the girls having been playing nicely together for longer periods of time. This is great, because it allows me to do all kinds of things without constantly being a referee. The most popular things to play together are with the Little People barn and doll house, or "See you later, have a good time", which is really just pretending to go to church, childcare, or the store. This usually involves packing bags, wearing accessories like hats, gloves and boots, and traipsing to the front door many times. Yesterday they combined "See you later" with being mommies to their babies.

And, from our lunch table today:
Squeaky was eating penne pasta and cheese. I wasn’t really paying attention to her, just hearing noises and sound effects, which is normal. Finally, her little words started breaking through into my consciousness.

“Oh, oh, where’s the cheese. Let’s go find the cheese. Dum de dum de dum. Over here. No, over here. Dum de dum dummm. Oh! Let’s look in this cave! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” At that point she started happily chewing away at her pasta.

Then I noticed that she was parading the noodles around on their ends like little people. “Squeak, are your noodles looking for the cheese? Why are they screaming?”

“Because they are worried about the cave.”

“What cave?”

“This cave, right here.” She pointed to her mouth.

And from Button, out of the blue:
"Help me! Help me, Rhonda!"

Dennis is sick in bed with a fever today.
Button asked me, "Where's Daddy?"

"In bed," I replied, "He's sick."

"Oh, Daddy sick. He lay down. He died. He lay down." (Guess she thinks he's like Monster or something...) ACK!

Lots to Catch Up On

Hello! I wish there were some fast and easy way to catch up on this blog. Fast, because in life I feel the constant pressure to move on to the next task (being task-oriented does that) and easy, because I'm simply too tired and lazy to put much energy into anything. :)

Well, to sum up. This past week has brought us a few beautiful melty days and then another giant dumpload of snow. The girls have been fairly healthy for the past four days so Dennis and I've managed to be together in class each day this week! That's exciting, and unusual. :)

Squeaky has been working on some of her preschool material (numbers and letters) in our spare time and is wanting to learn faster than I can teach her. I've been casually looking into some preschool type cirriculum since she's shown such an interest. She is loving her craft time at childcare and is pretty disappointed if it doesn't happen.

Earlier this week Squeaky was running around the living room opening her mouth widely and shutting it again over and over. "Mommy," she says in between mouths, "I'm a whale. You be Jonah. I'm going to EAT you!!!" Her mouth snaps shut just shy of my cheek. Large arm motions accompany this whale imitation. I get the mental image of a plump whale swimming around me. "Mummm, Mummm!" she says enthusiastically, pretending to eat my head. A few more swooping circuits of the room, and she is next to Dennis, who is sitting on the couch holding Winnie on his knees. "Mumm mumm, Daddy, I'm a WHALE!" I watch as she opens her mouth wide, but instead of snapping it shut I am surprised to witness the whale's blow-hole, complete with water spraying out. All over the side of Dennis' face. He just looked at me in shock with "water" dripping down over his eyebrow. "Do I look wet to you? Because I feel wet."

Button is talking a lot and the increased communication is really helping us to understand her. For example: she'll be wailing away at the top of her lungs. If I want to interject a comment or correction it must be done during the intake of breath.

Button: "Waaaaaa.. gasp..... Waaa waaaaa... gasp (parental comment interjected here)..."

Me: "What's wrong?"

Button: "Waaaaaaaa....gasp....waaaaa....cryyyyyying."

Me: "Why are you crying?"

Button: "Waaaaaa waaaaaaaaa... because I'm sad!"

Me: "What should we do about this?"

Button: "Waaaaaaaa... gasp... go to stairs!!!"

We have used a tactic with the older girls where if they are crying needlessly they must go sit on the stairs until they have a better attitude. They aren't allowed back at the dinner table until their outlook has improved and they are willing to eat happily (why do these things always happen at the dinner table?). So Button will request to go to the stairs of her own volition. The other night was classic. She was having a little episode. After declaring that she wanted to go to the stairs, we let her out of her seat and she pattered down the hall. Everything was quiet while she made her way to the steps. Pretty soon we heard several long wails and some loud sniffing. Then everything became quiet again. A few moments later we heard a small, contented voice saying perkily, "Happy now!" She came back to the table with a bounce in her step and a twinkle in her eye. "Happy now, Mommy! Happy now, Daddy!"

Winnie is doing well too. Her words now include, "Hi" (upon entering a room) and "Hi Dada", usually used when Mama is entering a room. Also "Uh-oh", to be used whenever something falls, accidentally or otherwise. She crawls all over the place and just recently ventured into the kitchen for the first time.

Sometime I'd really like to talk about what we're learning in our classes, but since this is already so long I'll wait for another post.

The girls were singing some original compositions in these two videos.

I'm Oooooooooold

I turned another year older two days ago. We all had the stomach flu this week, so my birthday wasn't overly or actively celebrated, but a few special things happened. Dennis gave me a giant Toblerone chocolate bar. This is my first personal Toblerone, pretty exciting stuff.
This next picture documents the cutest birthday treat. After watching Daddy give me the Toblerone, Squeaky started running around the house. "I need a bag! I need a bag!!!" This went on for quite some time as she rummaged through nearly every room on the first floor. Finally what she had been saying over and over registered with my consciousness and I asked, "Squeak, what do you need a bag for?" She said in an exasperated tone, "I need! A bag! For Mommy's birthday!!!!"

So Daddy found her a bag, and she filled it with the ponies that we had given her for Christmas, a pink plastic bracelet, and the stuffed bear we had given Winnie for Christmas. She presented these things to me as a birthday gift. I thought it was so precious that she would want to give of her own accord. Although some explanation may need to be made to her concerning giving things away that aren't her own.... :) Winnie-girl is on the move! In the week since we've returned from Nebraska this little girl is all over the place. Up on her knees, scooting around backwards on her tummy, finding miniscule crumbs to eat from who knows where, getting into power cords and computer cases. It is all quite cute and dangerous. She isn't crawling yet, but she is making valiant efforts!

Here is her 8 month picture, taken on Dec. 31st instead of the 13th (whoops, poor third-born).

Canoeing Down the Saugeen

I finally have a moment to tell you about our canoe trip! It took place last Thursday, which happened to be a beautiful day with lots of sunshine and warm air. I was so grateful for this since most of our day was going to be spent on water.

We chose a bright yellow canoe because I thought it was a happy color. Turns out it was a lemon. We were so slow and horrible at steering that it must have been the canoe. Anyway, we had fun and only had to get out of the canoe about 5 times. (haha) The rest of the time we just lurched back and forth in unison until the canoe slipped off the rocks. By the end of the afternoon we were getting the hang of watching the water "vee" and following it over the rapids. Notice I say rapids. They were rapids, albeit very tiny ones...

The trip was fun and taught me a lot about myself. My flesh reared its ugly head several times as we struggled over rocks and falls, but I also had the opportunity to remember that "I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me." (Galatians 2:20) Hooray for the Gospel that has changed my life- and how I view canoeing! :)

Some of our classmates found some mud. I told Dennis he could go up there and join them if he wanted to do his own laundry...

Week 2

Well, here we are at the end of week two. This week the girls were still sick and had to stay home from childcare for three out of the four school days. Dennis and I each took turns attending classes- one of us would go for the first half of the morning and the other for the second half.

We still managed to find some fun things to do. One day we got the girls out by taking a walk back to Jungle Camp. For those who haven't heard about Jungle Camp, you will in 8 months or so! :) It is a four week period where we have to live out in the "Jungle" and we aren't allowed out. It encourages planning, reliance on God and oodles of other things that we need to learn. Anyway, we hiked back to the camp area to see what there was to see. There are a few more permanent structures back there which are mainly staff homes. I'm not sure what purpose the triangular hut has but the girls had fun in it.

The following picture is of Button's obsession with her dirty feet and shoes. Her little "crocs" have holes in the top and sides. She must have done her little cleaning routine at least 7 times while we were out there. Here's the process: She had to sit down, say "shoo shoo shoo shoo shoo shoo shoo foot foot foot foot foot foot foot foot" constantly while struggling to pop off her shoes, and then once she finally got the shoes off she'd brush her feet off with her hands ("dirty dirty dirty dirty") and then try to stuff them back into her little pink shoes again. Invariably she'd need help with that step. It took a long time.

Today for the second half of class we took a walk around the perimeter of the property here. Here are a few of the sights. I got a little ribbing from one of our classmates about looking like a tourist. :)
The property originally was built over a gravel pit, so the back part is still very much like that. It really is a beautiful and unique campus- 70 + acres of woods, cedar forests, two little spring-fed lakes, a fresh spring water well (drinkable water right from the ground, so good), and we can't forget the gravel pits.
The walk was a lot of fun but I was pretty tired and hot afterward, hence the bright red face. We found puffball mushrooms to take home. I cooked up one of mine (sliced and sauted in olive oil with garlic) and gave the other one away. Squeaky was quite impressed with the size of the mushroom, but wasn't as impressed with the finished cooked product. :)
Winnie is growing up before our eyes. She loves to be upright now. She is still as pleasant and good natured as ever.

Funny Kids, How I Love Them

Kids are so funny. Here we have Squeaky, wearing her favorite shirt. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she asks to wear this shirt every couple of days. I simply can't keep the laundry up with that kind of demand. Two minutes before this picture was taken she refused to smile, but then she apparently was struck by a ray of happiness and asked me to take this picture of her smiling in the chair.

Funny kid number two: here we have Button sporting a stylish crocheted bonnet with a summer dress. This would be wonderful except for two facts; 1) it was about 85 degrees out, and 2) the bonnet was made for 0-3 month old.

Did you know dresses are pesky little things? Especially when you haven't gotten your "sea legs" yet on solid ground. Dresses just get in the way! Good thing we can simply tie a knot at the back and solve the problem.Funny kid number three- this poor little baby managed to slump her little head nearly all the way out of this swing the other day (don't worry, she was belted in). Most babies would cry out in protest, but Winnie just quietly sat there sucking her thumb until Mommy noticed. No telling how long she had been doing that. I readjusted her in the swing and all she did was give me a little sigh of contentment

.Funny "kid" number four- let me just say that this Daddy has his girls in stitches every evening as they are waiting for supper to be served. He is willing to do pretty much any crazy jump or dance you could imagine just to see them laugh. :)

Burning the 4 am oil is so fun...

Greetings from the pregnant insomniac. I awoke at 2:30am for my normal bathroom run and couldn't get back to sleep- now it is 4:20am... Will we see a baby today? No contractions, just insomnia. Anyway, a cracker, a forkful of peanut butter and a sudoko puzzle later, here I sit, smelling the odor of a skunk who must have wandered by outside.

Well, yesterday was April Fool's Day. For a joke Dennis and I decided to call my mom and tell her that we had a baby girl! Dennis did the talking to make it more convincing. He told her that we named her Olivia Patricia. My mom really, really dislikes the name Olivia and isn't afraid to let me know whenever the topic of names comes up (you can even look at her comment on the last blog for proof). But her response was quite gracious, "Ohhhh, how nice." Hahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa! Oh, it was so funny. Fortunately she thought so too after we confessed. :) Thanks for the laugh, Mom.

The next April Fool's type event of the day was a joke on us! We were driving to church in our van when we ran out of gas right on the busiest street in town. We puttered as far as we could and then stuck it in neutral while poor Dennis pushed the van off the road into a nearby parking lot. At the last moment two people jumped out and helped him finish pushing. Then he had to hike to the nearest gas station and haul back a tank of gas. Poor guy! Some people we know were passing by and picked him up on his way back to the van. We were laughing at ourselves for letting this happen so close to when the baby comes! Can you imagine if that had happened on the way to the hospital?! Thank You, Lord!!!

Since next Sunday is Easter I dressed the girls up yesterday- I'm not sure what will be happening next Sunday!