and contiues....

I invited my parents over for dinner and then Jess and Kade came. They were all here when the home teachers came. They gave a great lesson but it is so hard for Eli to sit still. He was sitting by me when Porter leaned over and whispered in my ear "Eli has a tattoo" I looked down at Eli's leg and it said POOP. Nice tat!!! He even put it on himself....he might have a career in that.

We played our favorite game. Who, what, where, when, and why. Everyone has a piece of paper and a pen. You write down Who....just a name of someone you know, or the girl at the service counter, or Santa Clause....you get it. Then you fold it over behind the paper and pass it, next you write what they did..and so on. Then when you are all done with the why, you unfold the papers and each read the one you have.

Here are some of the ones we came up with:

Eli & Peyton Manning lied on the bathroom floor stinking in the porter potty (that was Heber) in the future when they married Obama because they were diagnosed with terminal dandruff.

Andy pooped his pants (Heber was stuck on a theme) in Mexico, in the springtime of his life because his armpit hair was greasy.

Heber Clawson leaped from a building stark naked at the strip in Vegas at high noon, for the fire and ice of it all.

The hairiest, smelliest monkey demon in the world danced a jig on a table with a lampshade on his head in the church parking lot when the african peacock farts because of an upset stomach.

A giant cockroach tickled his new friend grandma babsie at the tip of a llamas tongue at 3:30am on Thursday morning to gain buns of steel.

It was a crazy night!!!! Yes, eventually we all calmed down and the night ended. AHHHHH

Sabbath continues....

I was making Sunday dinner. I called all the kids to come and straighten up the house but Brooke couldn't hear me. I told Eli to go and get her, he ran by me and said "I'm on it sir!!!"

The boys went outside and made a snow tunnel. Jack came in and told me they call it the lederhosen tunnel. And instead of king of the hill, you guessed it....it's king of the lederhosen.

Sabbath at the Clawson's

Sunday is always a fun day at our house....relaxing, spiritual, I could go on and on....(in my dreams). During Sacrament meeting, Heber was talking to me as I was trying to listen to the Bishop speak. He finally said "Listen to me when I'm talking to you" I looked at him and waited...he didn't say anything so in the same accent he used, I said "Talk to me when I'm listening to you." He said "I don't like cheese, this is not cheese licking time!"

I looked down at Heber's fingernails which grow super fast. I said "When we get home I'm cutting your nails." He said "NO....I'm growing them out so I can cut pie."

I asked Heber a question....he answered. I said I didn't think that was right. He said "Mom, don't believe yourself...believe the children."

The boys were already in the car when I got out of Relief Society. I got in, turned around and Eli had on my glasses. He said "Hello....I'm your granny!"

On the way home we were going over ice bumps in the road. We went over a big one and Heber yelled "We got some air on that one!!!! We're flying like a butterfly!!!"