God Vs. The Super Bowl

Confession time! So, a couple of weeks ago Sara and I were discussing the merits of scheduling a church meeting smack dab in the middle of the Super Bowl. And I being the facetious man that I am commented (tongue in cheek, mind you), "I had better not schedule a meeting because today the Super Bowl is more important than God!" We both got a good laugh at that as we curled up on the couch to watch Bruce Springstein use too much momentum and knee slide right into the waiting camera (I thought that was funnier than any of the commercials). The problem with making a comment like that in my household is that there are always 6 little ears that hear everything that is said but don't necessarily catch all the sarcasm that is included in the conversation.

Last week as we retrieved our daughter from a friend who had been tending her my friend looked at me funny and said, "Do you know what Sabby told me? She said, My dad thinks that the Super Bowl is more important than God!" Note to self, Be more careful of how you use sarcasm around Sabby!

Savana Montana

A couple of months ago Savana got a little keychain guitar that played a Hannah Montana song. She played it over and over again until now the batteries are almost dead and it plays the song an octave lower. Savana will tell you now, "When I first got it Hannah Montana sang the song, but not it is a boy that is singing." Anyhow, here is Savana's cover of the Hannah Montana song 'Nobody's Perfect'. The real lyrics will be posted below the video.



The real Lyrics are: Nobody's perfect I gotta work it Again and again 'Til I get it right Nobody's perfect You live and you learn it And if I mess it up sometimes Nobody's perfect. Savana is my little superstar!

Vegetarian Princesses

I have a New Years resolution to post at least monthly on my blog, and even though I am currently being held hostage by the demon creators of facebook, I will prevail.

Wednesday we went out to celebrate Sara's birthday. Upon picking the girls up from our friends house we were informed that Eliza is now a vegetarian. Apparently when they sat down to eat dinner Eliza looked at her plate and said politely, "I am sorry, but I am a vegetarian now and cannot eat this stuff on my plate." Unfortunately the stuff she was referring to is commonly known as broccoli. Apparently in the world of a 5-year old, being a vegetarian allows you to pick and choose what you would like to eat. Tehehe. In the end she did eat her vegetables, but that is the most recent joke in our house. "I am sorry. I can't help with the dishes. I am a vegetarian." "I'm sorry. I can't brush my teeth. I'm a vegetarian."

On another note, Savana has decided who she is going to marry when she grows up. She has told me several times this week that when she grows up she is going to marry me. I told her that I could only have one wife (even being mormon haha) and that I am married to mom. Her reply, "That isn't true dad. Remember St. George? You can marry me when I grow up." I had no clue what she was talking about until Sara reminded that while on vacation to St. George we pulled up next to a van with a polygamous looking man and several women who looked like sister wives and we explained this to the girls. In spite of all the reasons we cannot get married it is pretty cool that my little girl looks at Sara's and My relationship and wants to have something like it when she grows up. I hope she marries someone who will love her as much as I love Sara. But for now I have to just tell her, "I'm sorry Savana. I can't marry you! I'm a vegetarian!!"