Good Week

Well, this week has definitely been better than last week. Von is over the chicken pox. That alone makes this week better.
Karl was taking a really stressful class for his Master's program. He finished it on Saturday. WHOOO HOOOO!!!! For the past 5 weeks he has had school 4 nights a week (in addition to work everyday). When he wasn't at school, he was doing homework. I'm really glad that class is over.
On Saturday we celebrated his class being over by going to the temple. I haven't gone in longer than I want to admit, and it was great. I love the peace I feel there.
Sunday: Grandma came over to watch the boys. Karl and I went to spend the night away from home.
Monday: My boys and I went to the Monte Bean Museum, then up to Ikea. We got a lego display case for Karl's legos. He has been wanting one for a long time and we finally found one we both like.
Tuesday: Laundry and school.
Wednesday: Played with my boys!
Life is good.

Prevention that didn't prevent

A couple weeks ago I noticed that my bedroom door has a doorknob meant for an outside door (so it has a key hole instead of a round hole to push a nail through). I noticed this because Kaleb liked to go in my room and shut and lock the door. At that point I would tell him to unlock the door and in the midst of giggles he would.
I realized that it was possible that sometime he could lock the door and then something would happen so he couldn't unlock it (such as getting hurt). So, after trying all the keys I had in the lock I took the handle out of the door, to a locksmith. He re-keyed it and I put it back in. So the next time he locked the door I got out my apartment key and unlocked it.
Fast forward to this evening. Kaleb was being crazy and running around the house. I heard a door slam and little feet running. Kaleb had locked his bedroom door, and then shut it, from the outside. No problem right? Wrong. His bedroom door also has a keyed lock instead of the kind that has a hole for a nail to unlock it.
I called my landlord and told her my predicament and asked her if she knew a locksmith. She said to go ahead and call one. When I asked if I could just take the cost out of my rent she hesitated and said she didn't think she was responsible for that since it was my son who locked the door. I responded that although that was true I should have been given all the keys to the apartment when I moved in, (thanks Lydia).
To make the rest of the conversation short: her son is coming over tomorrow with a drill and a new doorknob, one that will open with a nail. :)

Chicken Pox= Going Crazy

Von has the Chicken Pox. He started showing them on Friday. So, with the exception of about one time out of the house each day, I have been home since then. I'm ready for him to get better. He is past the hurting stage, we're just making sure that all of the pox have scabbed over before we go somewhere. We have been using the last 3 days for potty-training, and Kaleb has done really well. So hopefully it will continue that way and he'll start going on his own soon.

Elections

I have often wished for something that would tell me what the different candidates for president think about specific topics, not just what they choose to talk about. I found a cool website that you can choose 2 candidates and compare them side by side. There is also a candidate selector that asks you how you feel on the issues and tells you which candidates are closest to being the same. If you would like to see it, this is the site: http://selectsmart.com/president/2008/comparethem.html

New Prophet

This past week has reminded me of something that happened in 1995. Late one night I was talking to Lydia and I said something about President Hunter. I had grown up remembering only President Benson and then he died and President Hunter became prophet. He had been prophet for more than 8 months, but I hadn't really connected to him. I didn't feel like he was a prophet.
I explained that to Lydia and she told me some things about President Hunter. I don't really remember what she told me except that he played the saxaphone and used to play it on a cruise ship. Since I was in the band at school that gave me a connection to him. After talking about him for awhile I went to my room and prayed that I would know he was the prophet. I was told that he was.
Later that week I went to seminary and as soon as I entered the seminary building I heard the sad news that President Hunter had died. I was so glad that I had a testimony of him and that I hadn't waited longer to pray for that testimony.
As soon as President Hinckley was set apart as the prophet I prayed about him and felt that same testimony that he was called by God to be our prophet.
Today as I heard the announcement that President Monson was the new prophet I immediately felt that same peace. I'm grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who answers prayers and has given us a living prophet on the earth once again to testify of him and of our Savior.

The last post- continued

Yesterday Karl made an interesting comment to me. This is how the conversation went:
Carrie, will you promise me something?
What?
Never to wear those pants in public.
Why?
They are way too big.
Ok.

Today we had a similar conversation about a different pair of pants. After I agreed to not wear them again I pointed out that I have 2 less pairs of pants to wear, that means I'll need to go shopping. He said that sounds like a good idea to him.
It's nice to have a husband that is so supportive of me.

Pre-Mission Weight

Well, as of today I am below my pre-mission weight. I'm actually not sure exactly what it was, but I know it was more than I am now. In the past I have been discouraged when getting out clothes from the past, they haven't fit when I was ready for them to. I've been putting off getting them out because of that. Today I decided to try on one of the sweaters from before my mission. It is a sweater that I also wore one of the first times Karl noticed me. It fits well. WHOOO HOOOO!!!!