I know that Daniel left to serve in the Michigan mission. (David and Beth have had an email and he's happy and well in the MTC.)
Roger and Alec went deer hunting - and brought home venison - I am very happy because I have found some new recipes to try which means we can spread our venison eating wings and have something other than venison stew in the crockpot. (We're very into sustainable meat eating here - right up until we want a pork roast then we're willing to make an exception - at least we like the idea of sustainability.)
I took Jesse, Peet, Louisa and Max to see the 'Half Hour Hamlet' at UQ. It's hysterically funny - the Queensland Shakespeare Ensemble summarise Hamlet into a half hour play - just the good bits. Then they do it in 15 minutes, then in one minute - by which stage we were laughing to crying. Max had a major tantrum about having to go and pulled out the big gun arguments like 'Heavenly Father said we should choose for ourselves and I choose to stay home' and 'why do you make us do this stupid stuff''. Peet - who previously had said that he would like to stay home - came to the party and assured Max it would be great - all to no avail. Max refused lunch and sulked all the way to UQ - which is quite the sulk since it's a 45 minute drive. But even Max was laughing hard by the end and on the way home declared that it was the best day of his life - fickle thy name is not woman - it's Max.
Jesse and I saw the movie Good - and it was good - not great but it stays with you.
Louisa's cello teacher turns out to be married to our state MP who has just been given the Education portfolio - and so she is closing down the Cello studio. Louisa wept - all night.
The little kids found a pile of dead grass and spent an afternoon jumping in it.
Peet met Becky at Gap Creek Reserve for an afternoon of mountain biking - Becky would like to make it a regular Wednesday afternoon event and Peet cannot think of a single reason he would need to be at school on Wednesday afternoons.
We (actually I) made hot cross buns on Good Friday - and we (actually Roger and Alec) finally made the goats a run.
Then we (not me, Roger, Alec or Peet - we just don't have the stamina) had a High School Musical Party with the Fulchers (actually just Monica, Simone, Robert and Samuel). Lots of dancing and singing along and laughing at the cheesiness - and a certain amount of wrestling and drawing by the little boys.
Alec has discovered yet another use for food storage - holding up your tv antennae so you can see the football.
Conference videos round out the weekend - Elder Hales has us all trying to figure out what really are needs and pondering on how best to feed Africa (as per Max's request) and still live a life that best enables us to build the kingdom of God here. Elder Scott has us all fired up to get to the temple more often. President Eyring has us thinking about what is fair in life and how to deal best with little trials.
General conference weekends are two of my top weekends each year - we all go to all the sessions - I make sure there is good food in between sessions, some nice new drawing stuff for the little kids, quilts to snuggle up in when the aircon gets cold, and lots of time to talk about what we learned at night. Louisa and Max made easter baskets while we talked.
The easter bunny has delivered chocolate eggs and Louisa - as always - is the first one awake - she will probably just put her eggs in her 'emergency supply' - chocolate does nothing for her. Max and Peet will wake up soon and then we'll see some enthusiasm.
Here's Max - bleary eyed but straight into the tube of condensed milk that he requested in lieu of some of his easter eggs.
And I guess Peet really is a teenager - when you can sleep in - on the lounge room floor - while everyone is opening easter eggs around you - you must be a teenager.
Now it's Sunday conference sessions - Max tells me he loves general conference - 'it's so much better when you listen.' I think he stopped playing with Robert and Samuel for all of 30 seconds on Saturday but apparently that was enough.
5 comments:
It is weird to think of deer in Australia. I see them too often in the Sates to picture them in a place that is as amazing as Australia. That is a pretty impressive deer though. How many points were on its rack?
It was a ten pointer - deer are feral in Australia - which means there is no season for them - they can be hunted anytime - it also means that they really do need to be shot because they do serious damage to native habitats.
I've actually never heard of deer hunting here before, just deer farming, eat your heart out Rambo! Where did they go hunting?
I'm with Max, I love condensed milk, I used to have it on bread and still do if we have any soft white bread or any cans of condensed milk open.
Have you found a new cello teacher yet? Shame about that.
There's a farm up near Gympie that has real deer trouble so they are happy to have someone come and hunt.
And yes - we have a new Cello teacher - she's a half hour drive away but the only other suzuki cello teacher on the northside of Brisbane.
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