The race against time begins...

Can David finish his dissertation before August?

That's the big question here. Graduate school has been part of our life for nearly 6 years. Classes and comprehensive exams are done, research is done, qualifying paper and prospectus are done. "All" he has left to do is to finish his dissertation. He is really ready to be done with it.

Now he has another motivation to finish as soon as possible:

Last week, David was offered a principal job at Scera Park Elementary in Orem! We're really excited. The school is just three miles from our house. Nathan will be going to kindergarten there. Anyway, David is really hoping things move quickly with his dissertation this spring and summer so he can get it out of his hair before he loses it all, (his hair, I mean), AND before this new job starts.

Here's some of the other news from our neck of the woods:

Nathan has started being genuinely helpful around the house. He can feed a crying baby, set the table, wash a few dishes, make sandwiches for anyone who wants one, and help his younger siblings when I am not available. I can't even express how nice it is to have him cheerfully go around being helpful for an hour, rather than pestering the other kids during that time.

Grandma Manwill gave Nathan two little wooden model kits to build a bulldozer and a ship. I was intending to help him put them together, but he couldn't wait. Next thing I knew he had pulled out the instructions and partially assembled the bulldozer himself. He also did most of the ship unassisted. He was impatient for the glue to dry, so he pulled out the blowdryer to speed up the process.

If we end up moving to a bigger house, we're looking for one with space for a workshop. Nathan has turned our laundry room into a workshop, but we're running out of space for things like, well, laundry.

Christian REALLLLLY wants to crawl.


This picture is to prove that Clara is slowly emerging from her "raggamuffin" phase. She has actually been allowing me to brush her hair every morning. Sometimes she even lets me put something in it. It helps that I made her morning snack contingent on having her hair done.