Swedes and Germans

So, the first round of Chicken Pox is officially over.  All the little pox are nicely scabbed over, many have disappeared all together, and Sarah and Sophie are headed back to Kindergarten come Monday.  Now we are just waiting for the boys to break out.  Noah is so well trained, first thing every morning he lifts up his pajama top to show me, "No spots!"

After an entire seven days of never leaving the house except for an hour of church, I was really looking forward to today.  We were going to do a bit of furniture shopping, which meant a trip to my favorite store, IKEA.  But most importantly, it meant I got to put on some makeup, get dressed decent and go OUTSIDE.  woohoo!  Well, I got to do all that, but it wasn't exactly the successful trip I had been looking forward to.

Sophie may be over the chicken pox, but yesterday she had a slight fever, headache and didn't feel like eating much.  Is that just cruel or what?  Two sicknesses in a row, poor thing.  But she felt a bit better this morning, so we decided to go ahead and go out.  Alexandra needs a crib, which means someone else needs a new bed.  At first, we were going to buy bunk beds for the girls.  But then Chris read an article about how dangerous they are in Switzerland, kids are falling out of them all the time.  The set I had picked out was actually the safest model sold in the country, however it was also one of the most expensive.  And that didn't include the two new mattresses we would need.  So Chris did a little sweet talking and got Sophie to realize that she didn't REALLY want bunk beds, it was all just a bunch of hype.  On to Sarah.  She wasn't budging, she wanted those bunk beds, darn it! 

Chris agreed that if Sarah really wanted them, we would go ahead and get them. But in a flash of inspiration I remembered a toy that she really wanted for Christmas that she didn't get.  So during bedtime singing I casually mentioned that if we didn't have to buy bunk beds, we could buy her and Sophie the Pixel Chix instead.  Suddenly, she came up with three very good reasons why she didn't want bunk beds anymore, and when can we go to the store to get the Pixel Chix, please?

This now means that Sophie will get Nick's bed, Nick will get a new bed, and Sophie's bed will be converted into Alexandra's crib.  It just won't happen today because the bed I had planned on getting won't fit under the slanted roof in  the boys' room and Chris wasn't feeling well enough to continue looking.  We also didn't get the sideboards, the bench, or the rug we had planned on picking out.  But I did pick up new sheets for the girls' beds, and new covers for the dining room chairs that will match the new sideboards should they ever find their way into our home. 

The covers are black, and for anyone who has ever seen my children eat, they know what a wise choice this was.  We have white ones now, and yes, they are washable. And yes, I have washed them several times, but unfortunately, some foods simply stain and no amount of washing will get them completely out.  Like Nutella that was rubbed in when the napkin on the table was simply too far away, or the raspberry jam that leaked off the edge of the bread.  So we figure black will not only make the black sideboards look less out of place in our previously all white/natural wood dining room, but will hide a multitude of stains for years to come.  I promise, however, to continue to wash them regularly so any visitors won't have to be afraid of sitting on anything nasty and gross.

Tonight was the first session of General Conference for our church.  Chris hooked his laptop up to the television and we all gathered on the couch to watch the 16th Solemn Assembly since Joseph Smith.  It was very cool to be able to stand and raise our hands in support of the new prophet along with all the other Church members around the world.  I even choked up a bit, although, I guess for me, that isn't anything unusual.  Still, it was a neat experience and one I am glad we could share with the children.

While Elder Uchtdorf was reading off the names of all the different Area Authorities, I made the comment that he was the first member of the First Presidency to be born outside of North America. (I see that I am incorrect on this, from Wikipedia, but at the time I believed it to be a true statement. I promise to tell the children my error in the morning.) Nicholas made the comment that it was cool he was from Germany.  Sarah pipes up, wanting to know how Nick knows he is from Germany.  His answer, "Sarah, his name is DIETER UCHTDORF, of course he is from Germany!"  But she didn't believe him. "Nicky, he is speaking English, not German." So then we told her that he had learned English just like she is learning German.  She finally understood after that, but Nick's deduction based on name alone really tickled my funny bone.

Sorry, still no pics.  I have some great videos of  Lexi crawling and Noah zooming around on his training bike, but I can't figure out how to link them yet.  Tomorrow, tomorrow, there's more time tomorrow.

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