Our internet connection has been out. Very often. I am totally fed up, although I notice that my net-free days are much more productive ones.
Today Eli is 4. I am shockingly sad and sentimental about it, considering that my heart is normally made of frozen marble. He went to Dizzyland with his Aunt Christine and had a hootenanny of a good time.
Yesterday I walked by a young Persian (Iranian) couple in a parking lot. The young man had on a green wristband, a green headband and a green shirt, and the young lady had on a green turtleneck. They had a green flag attached to their car. I have always felt an affinity for Iran (it's on my short list of fantasy world travel) and seeing them made me suck in my breath, tear up a little and want to run over and hug them. I should have. I totally understand the urge to want to knock the snot out of the Iranian government, to be the world's big brother (not in the Orwellian sense), but I also understand why we have to keep out of it. But it still pulls at my heartstrings.
Did I tell you about Paul's piano recital? He refused to play; no surprise there! He stayed in his teacher's kitchen (where the students waited their turn) and cried a little and would not come out. He also refused to go up front and sing "I'm so Glad When Daddy Comes Home" in Sacrament Meeting on Sunday (all the kids go up). He's not really shy on a personal basis, but MAN will that kid not perform in front of any kind of audience.