So our dishwasher died about a week ago. Jer has replaced the pump and repaired a pump on this one.... so we called it officially dead. We ordered a new one, but it was just after the Memorial Day sale and everyone was out of most models in the color we needed. It's going to be to us hopefully by June 30th, but until then we are hand washing dishes. Two of these weeks I'm going to start daycare again, so..... dishes for 14. That's okay. It's boring, but it's not hard. I told the kids that they need to wash what they use right after they're done with it. That's cut down on dishes a little. Instead of 2 hours a night, it's closer to half an hour. Jer's been really good about doing dishes. He knows how much I hate handwashing. Bless that man.
We also have done something that I really have enjoyed over the last month. We had both sets of Grandparents speak at our sacrament meetings and tell us their personal conversion stories. I've loved every single one of them. I think personal testimonies are beautiful things.
Ada and Sam both made some progress with their youth goals. They both set running as their physical goals. Ada wanted to run a 5k and Sam wanted to do a 10k. Jer remined them to go running occasionally and one day this last week they challenged each other to finish their races. And they did. I love that they did that for each other.
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