Safe landings and supersuits

  

Finally heard something about Nathaniel's safe arrival in Peru. I was starting to feel a little unglued about it. I mean, it wasn't as if I was terribly worried. I knew we'd have heard something if there had been a problem. But you know, you like to get some type of news when your child flies from country to country.

So here he is with his mission president and wife.

In less important news, I couldn't find a single dang pair of scissors yesterday and because I frequently can't remember to ask when I actually have a kid in front of me (and even then I forget which kid I've already asked) I sometimes just write on the white board where everyone will see it eventually. Yesterday I had written, "Where are my scissors??"

I came home later and saw this that my question had been modified:

 I laughed out loud.
It was done by Rebecca of course, who drives me crazy at the peak (hopefully, maybe??) of her teenage Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde teenage girl phase but you an see occasionally her true self peaks through and her extremely witty and creative self makes an appearance.

Other good news is my scissors made a quick comeback. Note how I write on them "kitchen" and "mom" to send subtle messages that these particular ones are not to be moved. Doesn't really seem to help but at least when I find them in guilty party's room I can prove they really are out of their assigned spot.