Ellen

The other day I was cutting out material for Jacque's sunday dress and trying to play a game with Samuel at the same time. Ellen wanted someone to play BINGO with her, but everyone was busy, so she decided that she'd have her own fun. First off she took all the little coins that covered the BINGO squares and decided it would be a lot of fun to throw them around the room! She made a good mess. I didn't see or hear her for a bit, and was too busy to really think that I should maybe go check on her, but several minutes later she came up to me and gave me a glue stick. I looked at her, and this is what I found:

Isn't she cute! I took a picture and then got a wipe and washed it all off. As I was scrubbing her face, Ellen says (in a very serious voice), "I not do 'gin mom!" She was so cute and so good while I was scrubbing.

Another story:

Yesterday we had a ward 4th of July pancake breakfast. We walked across the street and ate breakfast, and I was a little surprised at what we ate. Usually when you have a ward dinner/lunch/breakfast, someone has spent a lot of money and time on food and decorations. They called this breakfast a pancake breakfast, and that's what it was. We walked in, they had tables set up and there was a pan of pancakes, one tub of butter to share among the tables, and two containers of syrup. I was surprised at first, but then I was grateful. I think too many times people try to do too much for Ward parties and they usually end up spending a lot of money. The food was great, we ate until we were full, and I think everyone had just as much fun talking to others and mingling without all the expense. I liked it.

While we were eating, our friends down at the end of the table asked when the house tour was. I told them as soon as they were done eating. We hurried and ate, and then got home and starting picking things up so the house was more inviting. Just a few minutes later our friends with their kids came. Then another friend, and another friend with her kids. I think by the end we had 13 kids (counting mine) and 7 adults. It was fun that they all felt comfortable to come over and we had fun talking. When it was time for one of the families to go, the mom said, "Come on kids" and started leaving. As they were walking to the car, her husband said, "Megan...you can't take that one." She looks down and she was walking off, holding Ellen's hand. She just assumed that anyone who would grab her hand would be her own kid, and Ellen heard her say, "Come on kids, let's go" and she was going!

I do really think that Ellen loves us, but after trying to go home with so many different people, maybe I should stop and think about this!