Inflation

Today's post is brought to you by guest blogger Christian.

In July 1946, Hungary witnessed a record setting case of hyperinflation with prices doubling every 13.5 hours at their peak. Until this morning this remained the worst case of inflation in world history. I was getting Anna dressed for church this morning and picked out what I thought would be a suitable dress. I guess she's been growing a lot lately and so alas, it was too small, so I retrieved another from the closet. During this time interval though she must have outgrown this too because it also proved to be too small. After the third dress wouldn't fit around her (not so little anymore) arms I began to wonder if this was hyperinflation on a baby girl scale. I ran to the closet and returned with a wheelbarrow full of clothes, hoping that they had not been rendered insufficient in the interim. I finally got her dressed.

I used the rest of her dresses to wallpaper her room, as they had lost all face value since the hyperinflation of 2010.

PS, Anna weighs 18 pounds, which is a 64% increase in three months.

Welcome to Our Home

The remodeling/decorating is complete.
I'm so pleased with the results...but I loved the journey.

The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul.
-Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Progress and improve upon and make beautiful everything around you. Cultivate the earth, and cultivate your minds. Build cities, adorn your habitations, make gardens, orchards, and vineyards, and render the earth so pleasant that when you look upon your labors you may do so with pleasure, and that angels may delight to come and visit your beautiful locations.
-Brigham Young

Special Thanks:

Amy, Guy, and Marie at Lowe's
Daniel, James, and Anna...who were neglected
Christian who thought he would have to rescue us...but didn't
Mom

Bathtime

I was taking care of Anna. The boys were in the tub. Christian was downstairs tidying things up. James starts yelling at the top of his lungs,

"I want that blue thing."

He was referring to a bath toy.

But he is a little plugged up from a cold and what Christian heard from downstairs is

"I'm pooping!"

I think Christian made it up to the second floor in three steps. There is nothing like the threat of having to clean that mess up from the tub that will get you moving fast.

Bringing It Back

Sometimes Christian and I reflect on our pasts and share stories of when we were teenagers. We mostly feel the retarded tingles when we have these conversations as I'm sure all of you have experienced reminiscing times past.

One day Christian was trying to convince me of how "cool" he was in high school. He was the proud owner of some bright orange Converse high tops, he had racing stripes buzzed on the sides of his hair, he pegged his pants, he still knows all the lyrics to "Ice Ice Baby", and he owned TWO hyper-color t-shirts.

I drew the line at the hypercolor t-shirts. I'm sorry, but those just are not cool. Allow me to explain why

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See?!?!?!?!?!?

Now you are all probably wondering how does he still have a hyper-color shirt? Some good friends of ours got in on this conversation and decided to gift him one. I don't know how good of friends they are now, because both my boys think the shirt is cool and now they want one.

I'm afraid I have lost the battle. But I had to post this...just for the record. Because when my kids grow up and tell stories about their hyper-color shirts that give them retarded tingles, they will know that Mom was right.