Just call me "Marge"

So I've had Laryngitis this week. Unfortunately, I seem to get this every year or so--Rob calls it my "Marge Simpson" voice. It's starting to get a little better although I could barely speak at all at the beginning of the week. After whispering to my kids for an hour or so on Monday morning, Hewitt (whispering back) finally asked, "Who is sleeping, Mommy?" My voice doesn't hurt, but this is an inconvenient time to be "sick" as I'm supposed to be singing a solo (yes, in my role as "Fairy Godmother") this weekend and it usually takes a good couple of weeks for my singing voice to get back to normal after this... I imagine that the "Stake Roadshow" audience won't be too critical should my voice crack mid-solo (no rotten tomatoes or booing at any rate--I hope).

Not sure how I "lost" my voice to begin with. Maybe it's all the cheering I've been doing each night watching the Olympics (that and the staying up way too late). I've had a few moments when I've literally jumped off my couch and jumped up and down in celebration. My kids have really enjoyed watching the games as well. Hewitt will randomly ask if he can watch the "bow-gimpics" and tonight when I asked Burke if he was ready to read he said, "Mom, I can read a book anytime, but can't watch the Olympics in China everyday!" Burke has been very interested in China--even long before the games. He often talks about wanting to visit there and asks me lots of questions about the culture in China. I keep thinking that maybe he'll serve a mission there. Wouldn't that be something?

Besides the Olympics, we've tried to keep busy this week with various outings. Burke is already off-track and has started swimming lessons again, and I'm trying to keep the kids busy (visiting various neighborhood parks, Thanksgiving Point, and Grandma and Grandpa's house) as Rob is out of town for work (frowny face). I woke up during the night last night to Hewitt calling my name (I have trained him to call for his father and this usually works). He had woken up on his own to go to the bathroom and called for me because he needed help getting soap while he was washing his hands. This was probably the happiest "night waking" I have ever experienced with a child. I told him today how happy I was that he got up on his own to go to the bathroom (he's been dry every night for a few weeks now) and added, "You are such a big boy, Hewitt." He responded by saying, "I don't want to be a big boy. I want to be a toddler boy!"