I’ve always subscribed to the idea that life has many seasons and no one season has every activity crammed into it. You can’t possibly do it all, all the time, right? There are many things I gave up once I went to college and then again when Catherine was born. It never really bothered me because I knew that someday I’d pick them back up again.

I recently had my Wednesday nights freed up (no longer a Cub Master–both sad and happy news) so I immediately went to work getting an audition for the local symphony (who – you guessed it – rehearses on Wednesday nights). I had the audition this week and made it in! The conductor used to conduct the symphony I played in at BYU and he’s amazing and nice. Unusual. I kid you not.

I was rusty at first, but with a little elbow grease I’m feeling much more comfortable–just like the old days:) I’m happy to be playing again and thanks to my great husband who didn’t bat an eye when I told him I wanted to audition. It may sound like no big deal, but putting these kids to bed by yourself is no walk in the park, my friend.

We finally got our tree and it feels like Christmas. Lots of snow on the ground, which helps (but I could do without the single digit temperatures, thank you very much).

Lots of crying, time outs, and yelling but we managed to get it up. The ornaments are all clumped together ghetto style, but I love it.

Here’s what Eli was doing while we were enjoying this family togetherness:

I’m pretty sure he’s angry because I’m making him sleep on that girly blanket. I don’t really blame him. He also has a pink bouncy seat. I’m sure he’ll be all the more comfortable in his masculinity because of it. Pink is the new macho.