We decided to go huckleberry picking with some of Jarom's family for Labor Day. (We usually just go on our own, and I'm SO glad we didn't.) When we pulled into our spot, Jarom's brother told us that our truck had sprung a leak about a mile back. We looked underneath, and sure enough, something was pouring out of the engine. Turns out it was transmission fluid. So Jarom's dad ended up towing us all the way home. I hate being towed as it is, but being towed on mountain, gravel, single lane roads...talk about white knuckles. It was all good though, and we made it to the mechanic just fine. Now we wait for it to be fixed, and in the mean time, I'm borrowing my parent's Suburban. I know it's not that much bigger than my Expedition, but it feels HUGE to me. I'm driving it on an as needed basis only.
On a different note, Jarom was put in the bishopric a couple weeks back. This in a very short nutshell means that he, the new bishop, and the other counselor are in charge of our ward/church family and how it all functions. It also means that he sits on the stand in front of the congregation on Sundays and not on the pew with the kids and I. Which means....me, alone with the kids and their behaviour at church. It's going to take some getting used to.
Carter was extremely emotional on the day of this event. He cried the entire meeting. He cried about Dad's new calling. He cried about the old bishop moving on. He cried about Dad not sitting with us. He cried about getting older. (He ALWAYS cries about that. Poor kid.) He just cried and cried. And of course, his unprepared crazy mother didn't have a kleenex for him. But don't you worry, I did have a dirty old sock in my purse for him to wipe his eyes and nose with. Which he did.
And last but not least for today's update, the rabbits.
So as you can see, we are doing swell and everything is as normal as it always is at our place.





