The sibs.

Today my 12-year-old brother, Justin, asked me what "fax" meant.  Made me feel kinda old.

Grant (3) is the best dinner helper.  My mom even lets him cut things.  The other day I turned around and he was cutting lettuce with a knife.  My mom trusts him a whole lot.

On another evening Grant was helping in the kitchen again.  My mom told him to stop doing something (I can't remember what it was) that he wasn't supposed to doing.  He came back with, "Mom! You're not older than me!"  What a nut.

I hate oil stains.  A lot.  They ruin perfectly good shirts.  And half the time you don't even realize it until after you wash them.  In order to prevent such stains, I often steal my roommate's apron when cooking with oil.  My birthday's coming up though and you could purchase this for me so that I don't have to steal my roommate's apron.  Yes I know it's technically for men who barbecue but it would suffice for preventing my clothing from being stained with oil.

My 6-year-old sister, Leah, has her wedding colors picked out already.  She'd fit right in at BYU.  :)  She says she's going to marry a "hot one" when she gets to college.

One last Grant story.  The other day I was pitching to him so he could practice hitting.  During this activity he announced, "You know Bridget, this is fun!"  Precious.  Perhaps this means he might actually love me.  :)