What's up?

So many exciting things have been happening here at the Garrett's.  I'll hit the highlights.

We rode the train into SLC during Spring Break and did these things:

When Halle was four she drew a picture of the temple, complete with Angel Moroni waving a flag.  She tipped her head to the side and said:  "I don't know what that guy holds, so I made him a FLAG!"  I saved it.  Maybe I'll see if I can find it...

 It was a hoot and then some.  While we were gone, Sage decided it was time to turn loose the sweater of near death.  And if you know me at all, you know I took a picture.  I'm glad I wasn't here the hear her hork that sucker up.

Note:  That yellow piece of paper is a regular size sheet of paper.  She feels much better now, thank you.  In fact, she's lost so much weight that I have plans to swallow a sweater as well.  I'm working up the courage...

Halle and I did something super exciting this weekend.  See, earlier this year she brought home a paper that explained how wonderful and gifted she is.  (They were buttering me up, and I didn't realize it at the time.) She was carefully selected (most gullible mother) to be part of an after school program.  Only two kids from each class were chosen.  So, being easily persuaded with praise, I told her she could.  This program is designed as torture for the parents.  It is a series of 4 projects that have to be completed at home taking at least 4+ hours.  There has to be research, reports, pages filled out in a binder and an actual completed project.  Like I have nothing else to do.  Jack and I wage the nightly homework war and then...THEN I have to do the projects with Halle.  Do you see the yellow paper under the puke up there?  That is an after school program paper.  And I kind of liked that Sage unleashed on it.   After the projects are completed, they are displayed in the library.  Halle came home after the first project and said:  "Nobody even looked at my pioneer doll we made.  Everyone wanted to see Magnus' telegraph machine."   I should have bowed out then.  But I didn't.  Which lead us to project #4.  Visual Arts.  I have decided that Magnus can win.  I don't care.  He can be the best at everything as long as the torture stops.  So we took the easy way out.  We chose to ATTEND a production of some kind and report on it.

Glory be, Halle and went to the ballet!

I bought the tickets online and Saturday night we got dressed up, dropped Jack off at Grandpa's, and we drove down to Ogden's own historic Egyptian Theater!  Oh the anticipation!  Here is Halle in front of a window with a costume, and in front of the Alice in Wonderland Ballet poster.

 As we sat waiting for it all to begin I told her many things.  First of all, if you are attending a live performance, it is inappropriate to wear shorts so short that the pockets hang down 4 inches below the line you cut them off at... paired with a halter top and bright pink bra straps showing.  You should attempt to look nice.  It's respectful to those who have dedicated hours to the production.  Secondly, I tried to instill a wonder at the historical significance of the building.  I told her the following story:

One of our favorite customers, and his wife, loved the Egyptian Theater.  It's where they went on their first date many, many, many years ago.  They courted there, and eventually got married.  They raised a family in Ogden and continued to frequent the theater often.  When they were old and had been married for a million years, they came to the theater again.  During their final visit, the wife quietly slipped away to heaven. 

At this point Halle looked at me in terror and said "Where do you think she was sitting???"

Who knows if we were in the dead woman's chair or not.  I learned that romance is lost on nine year olds.

So there you have it. 

I hope your life is as wonderful and exciting as mine!