Spring break is way too short. I bought WarCraft III about a month ago and didn't open it until I was finished with my last final. 

Then I spent the week fighting the humans as orcs, then the orcs as humans, then the undead as humans, then the humans as undead, then the elves as undead, then the humans as orcs (again), then the night elves as orcs, then the humans as orcs (again, again), then the undead and orcs as orcs, then the humans as night elves, then the orcs as night elves, then the humans and orcs and undead as night elves then I ran out of time. I've got three more missions to go until I beat the game... then what? the expansion pack (I'm planning on Summer break), where you can bet that I'll fight (repeat the first part of this paragraph).

Sam and Phillip came down to Eugene on Monday. It was a lot of fun seeing them and playing games. Rachel and I are pretty much experts at Rock Band as long as the setting is on easy; Phillip is a true Guitar Hero. Sam won best hiding place while playing hide-and-go-seek in our apartment. Ethan was 'it' and I was guiding him from room to room, but he never found Sam who was hiding in the couch. Tuesday we went to the temple and then they continued their journey home. 

Ethan does really well with hot food. You can take a burrito, put it in the microwave for 5 minutes then plop it down on his plate and tell him "it is hot, so be careful" and he will carefully test, and blow, and test, and blow, and an hour later, it's gone. 

Jacob is a mommas boy. Last Sunday Rachel had an early meeting (part of the joy of being the primary president); I was getting the boys up and ready while stitching up my favorite pair of slacks in our bedroom. Jacob didn't want regular cereal, he wanted oatmeal, of which we have the instant kind. So after getting his oatmeal out of the microwave we had this conversation:

"be careful, it's hot"

"mommy puts it in the fridge"

"it's ok, just put a little bit on your spoon and blow on it"

"I want mommy"

"I want mommy too"

"daddy, when is mommy coming home?"

"pretty soon, but when she does we have to go to church, so eat your oatmeal"

"it's too hot"

"ya, I know, just put a little on your spoon, like this, and blow, like this"

"daddy, are you going to work" (as he points out of the kitchen) 

"no"

"why not"

"it's Sunday"

"oh..., daddy, can you go fix your pants" (as he points out of the kitchen)

"yes, I'll go fix my pants"

From our bedroom I heard the fridge open and close. 

Ethan is so cute (I know, I think it's having kids for so long that's turning me into a wimp). He is cute when he is happy, shy, excited, and angry (just like his mom). He makes the funniest faces and is starting to 'talk.' He'll say things like "It's ok, don't be sad" when Jacob is having a hard time (which sounds like mumbled non-sense to people who don't live with him). Ethan is also a tantrum thrower which is really funny, he'll hit the wall, then hit the couch, then the wall, then stop and scream once, then repeat (what can he possibly be thinking). But like I said, he is so cute while doing so you can't help but love him.

  

Jacob makes me laugh when he tells me to be nice or go to time out. The other day I was attacking Rachel and he came out of no where and started punching me (pretty hard for a three year old) and telling me to leave her alone. He has also been reading to me lately (at night before bed) saying things like: "who's this? he's Nephi, he's a good boy, who's this? he's not being very nice (there's a lot war in the children's Book of Mormon), ok... two more pages ok, two more pages (as he is holding up two fingers)." And one more thing: "what is all this junk?!" He likes to throw this one around when there is clutter, especially when he has all of his toys out.    

We went to Reed and Ester's wedding on Wednesday and their reception on Thursday (the 25th and 26th). The ceremony was nice, but it made me wonder: why does the person performing the marriage always talk so slow when giving advice and then rush through the ceremony? I mean, I almost think they are two different people, slow and steady (don't want to break a denture), then, "oh no! my stocks are taking a beating! get out of here!"

We went to the coast over the weekend with the Stephensons. It was really nice to see them again as I think the last time we got together was on Easter. They rented a sweet beach house and we ate, played, ate, played, and then ate a little more (there's always room for dessert).

One of the highlights was playing hide-and-go-seek in the dark (as the house was huge). Now you might think this is kind of dorky, but try it! Rachel and I play everytime we've been to a condo and in all of our small apartments. The only problem we have is Ethan, as he will follow you around and point at you while you are trying to hide. 

The kids needed to bury all of their treasures so that we could find them next time. I think it was Faith that said we needed to mark it with a "Y" so that people wouldn't know it was treasure. 

We are waiting for the waves to get our towers.