Hands Down...

Something fun for Spring...

Uggg... I am so aware that I have old looking hands now.  Loose skin, spots and dry patches... double uggggg.  

I also feel like people are always looking at them at work, because that's what I do waiting to get checked in at the doctors office.... I am watching to see what they are typing in my chart and checking out their hands.  

Since Professional nails are not practical for what I do with my hands, and too expensive to up keep.  And my nails chip and peel and I have a terrible time getting them to grow past finger length.

So I am trying a cheaper version of "do it yourself" to see if I can find a balance and feel a little prettier.

Cause a girl has to "feel" as pretty on the outside as she does on the inside!

So far so good, easy to apply, strong surface I haven't messed up typing and doing laundry.  And there pretty!  I thought they might be a little wild at first, but there growing on me.

What do you think?  

Too young?

Too wild?

or Pretty, like I payed attention to myself for more then 10 min.?

Priceless...

There are NOT words to describe how much my Strong Silent Mysterious Man did NOT want to get shots required to go to Paraguay!!

I can't tell you how many times since I made the appointment, he asked me how much they hurt?

The nurse was really really good with him, and he even got hit sucker before he got his shots!  Yep, that's what a baby he was being.

Of course I am kind of a pro, I had to under go a series of shots when I started working in healthcare.  It is never fun, but it's really not that big of a deal.  They kept a world map in the hallway and pin where people are traveling... we were the first to put a pin on Paraguay!

He was soooo super proud of himself for getting them done when it was finally over, and this is the brave photo he wants to send to the missionary.

But of course I will send the whole reel, ha ha ha.

Stress prior to getting shots, $Thousands in therapy.

Shots to travel to Paraguay $800 (ouch!)

An opportunity to go to the mission field to pick up our son $Priceless!

Messing with the Missionary...

I don't post much about the missionary here, because we post all of his letters and photos on the mission blog.  It's definitely not because I don't have much to say about him.  Just ask me!

Or not, you might be sorry you asked.

So far, in my Missionary Mom experience most everything I could say about him or this journey has been so very personal that it is hard to just write into words.  

But there have been things that just help us get through from one week to the next.

Here is an example... 

He and his Dad (aka The Strong Silent Mysterious Man) have a teasing relationship.

They tease back and forth relentlessly.

Just a NOTE:  I do NOT like to get caught in the crossfire of these "were just having fun" jabs, because someone always gets hurt!!  Always!!

So last week, when the missionary sent home a photo of him holding a bird, of which he KNOWS I am freaked out by bird feet, they are just weird and gross and their toes face backwards.  So creepy!!  So I laughed so hard at his facial expression in the photo.  

We looked at it all week and just laughed and laughed... it's so Jacob to make us laugh, I think we miss the laughter in our home the most from missing him.  So it's really fun that he can do it with a photo.

So to send a jab back (I don't know? but HE thinks it's funny), his Dad had me take this photo of him and Taylor pretending to imitate his photo.  To me it's just cute the way Taylor is looking at him, like "really Dad, this isn't funny at all and I am NOT a bird". 

Oh the silly things we do to pass the time... I promise we have been doing some really productive things over the past two years too.

I promise!!