Future Plans

Last night as we were making our traditional Sunday night phone call grandma Peggy took her turn talking to Logan. She would ask him questions and Wes and I would listen as he would answer them(it's actually quite entertaining to listen to a four year old answer questions on the phone, almost as entertaining as watching the Bachelor). Soon the conversation led to, "Logan who are going to marry." (You see we have been talking about the temple with Logan and trying to explain to him that he can be married there someday. He has asked to marry myself and Aunt Hayley and so I told him he has to marry someone who #1, isn't in the family, and #2 doesn't already have a spouse. He decided upon a little girl in our ward named Lizzy. She is about 2 and the cutest thing ever. She adores Logan, he makes her laugh so hard, and he loves her. If you ask him why he likes Lizzy he says, "Because she is funny." Wes said, "Well, why do you want to marry Lizzy?" to which he replied, "Because I make silly faces at her and she laughs." So at church during Sacrament mtng yesterday, he looked over at her, crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue and she burst into laughter. Logan looked right over to Wes and said, "See, I told you!!")
Anyway, back to the Sunday night phone call, after mom asked Logan about getting married she said, "Well are you going to go on a mission?"
Logan:"Yes."
Peg:"Did your daddy go on a mission?"
Log: (holding the phone away from his ear)"Dad, did you go on a mission?"
Wes:"Yes."
Log:"Yes...(again holding the phone aways from his ear), dad were you a police officer?"
Wes:(sounding caught off guard a little bit)"Um, no."
Log:"Oh...I really wish you were a police officer."
Everyone:Hysterical laughter!!
Anyway, maybe you had to be there but it was pretty funny, Logan was very serious when he said he really wished Wes were a police officer. So instead of worrying about choosing an career we should just get married, have kids wait until they are old enough to talk and then ask them what we should do as not to disappoint.

P.S.-Kitty is gone. I think I saw her on another neighbors porch, I am very sad and was in a bit of a depression about it last week.

Our little Kitty

It was a beautiful evening. The kids were in bed, the dishes were washed and cleaned, all the toys randomly scattered throughout the house were put in there proper place. Wes and I had just plopped ourselves in front of the tube to enjoy the last hour of uninterrupted AI when we heard something at the front door. It wasn't a knock or a pound, but some sort of faint cracking/scratching sound. Wes and I looked at each other and then without speaking engaged in our routine rock, paper, scissor game to decided who would check it out. I lost, which is no new occurrence, and slowly made my way over to the window by the front door. Now, just to look out the window you can't see in front of the door very well, so you have to climb up onto, how do I describe it, a box under the stairway and arch your neck in order to see directly in front of the door. What I saw startled me a bit, the fluff of an animal(and for those of you who really know me, know that I am not what
you call an animal lover). I hopped down and decided to do what I do best when anything non humane comes my way, scare!! Right before I opened the door to let out an unearthly shriek. Wes said, "What is it?" In a rather annoyed voice I replied, "A cat!"
"Don't scare it, just leave it alone." This comment took me by surprise, Wes likes animals but knows and understands that I detest them and therefore doesn't care if I rid them from our property. "I'm not." I shouted and then sat down just in time to see Jason Castro sing(who is my favorite!!) forgetting all about the intrusive cat.

The next night we heard the same sound at the door. I look out and yet again there was the cat. "Wes, come here, you'll never believe whats back." Wes looked out the window and there he was curled up on our door mat. Just as cozy as he could be. I have to admit it was pretty cute seeing him taking a liking to OUR front porch.

Night after night we have checked and the cat is there. Saturday night I ran to the grocery store when I came home Wes called me to the front door proud to show me he had taken the liberty to set out some milk and a piece of pizza for the cat(I know what you are thinking pizza, who knows remember it's Wes.). We have even given it a name, "Kitty." That night we got up the courage and opened the door while he was drinking his milk. It's a pretty scraggly cat, we won't pet it and if it gets too close to either of us we shoo it away, but it's our little kitty and we love it.