Jane Eyre, Revisted

I had a friend of mine ask about this post.  So, Amber, this is for you:

My dear Reader, I feel inclined to share my tale of chivy with you....

I have thus been reading Charlotte Bronte's novel Jane Eyre and as I have an inclination to do, I poured myself into the novel, becoming too intertwined with one, Jane Eyre.

Thus when my dashing Mr. Rochester arrived home from work, I was in such a disposition to receive interminable love, affection, attention and doting from my master.
He, on the other hand, was fatigued from his long work day. He was long past doting and doing anything but cleansing himself from the mire of his work with a long, soothing shower.

My Mr. Rochester entered the sanctuary of our washroom where he was greeted by the ingenious artwork entitled "half a tube of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror" painted by young Master Tate.
He balked at the newly painted masterpiece and cried out in choler as to why Mater Tate should be allowed to utilize our washroom and toothpaste to contemplate on the artistic things of the world.

In doing so poor Mr. Rochester spilled a whole cup of Q-tips on the floor.

I, sensing his displeasure, made a mental note to fire the maid and governess for their lack of attention to the "creative" outbursts of Master Tate. Mr. Rochester should never behold such a spectacle upon retiring to the washroom for a steamy shower.

Nevertheless, Reader, I bid you to come with me into my thoughts as I watched poor Mr. Rochester ceremoniously cleaning up the Q-tips.

Thought I; Phooey with the Q-tips. Come hug me, love me, behold my presence! Am I not more consequential than Q-tips?


"Leave yonder Q-tips, and come to me dear husband!" I called.

"I am cleaning up my mess." Mr. Rochester replied.

"Come Now, forget the Q-tips which do easily beset you, come to me, I shall have the maid clean them up later!!" I replied.

"I am Cleaning Up My Mess." Mr. Rochester replied with brevity.

"Oh, dear me, am I lowlier than a Q-tip in thine eyes?" I called as tears stained my eyes.

I am Jane Eyre, love me Mr. Rochester!

Reader, I shall not be reading romantic love stories, no matter how classic, for a long while. I am too emotionally involved in them.

Summer Day's #18-25

While the cousins were here, this is  how we spent some of our time:

Mastering the art of QWOP (thanks cousin Trajan!)

Summer Day's #17

All the kiddies.


The water was freezing!! Remy didn't care, though!!


Gavin

Okay, I figured that I would tweak this a bit. I am only going to post, um, novel things that we do. I mean, how many posts of us folding clothes can you take, right?

On Wednesday we went to the splash park with the Flinders. The city built this splash park and it opened about a week ago. It is so small compared to the sheer number of kids that are in the city that we all had a good laugh. But, so far it hasn't been too over run. We'll see if it stays that way.

Summer Day's #16

Today after church and our Sunday naps, we played a game of Monopoly. I am quite sure my mother wouldn't approve of playing Monopoly on Sunday. Would it make it okay if we payed monopoly tithing on all our monopoly money?

Summer Day's #15

Yesterday we went to Huntington Canyon to have a picnic and get out of the heat.
As usual it was beautiful there and we had a great day.

The boys standing on a tree stump. I don't know what they are pointing at. I just made them do it for the picture.




Remy sitting on a log, waiting for his feet to dry after getting out of the coooolld river.


Tate standing in the river enjoying the cold cold water.

Summer Day's #14

On Friday we went to Provo to Grandma O.'s house to take her to all sorts of doctors appointments. So. Much. Fun.
It was nice to be with grandma, the boys always love playing at her house and eating lots of popsicles and fruit snacks.


My full service gas station. They even clean the lights for me!

Summer Day's #13

On Thursday, we played around at the Flinder's house and then we folded and put away mounds of clothes.


On a side note, Darrin is saving up to buy a Chevy K5 Blazer, and I have put in my two cents (literally and figuratively) that I would love for him to buy a 1969-1972 because they have a fully convertible top.....then the whole family can go topless! I think they look really really cool.
Anyway, on Thursday we were at the gas station and I saw this beauty. I fell in love. I had to take a picture and send it to Darrin so he could drool too.