My Seussical Life for 2004 June

Dave dreamed that Gary Crowton died (football coach at BYU), and the school hired me to replace him. Knowing my total ignorance of football, Dave bought a Nintendo, a stack of football games, and began training me for my new job.

I just got back from buying Atticus' birthday present. He'll wake up to a big surprise, let me tell you!

The fireflies are out and they are beautiful.

I was admittedly swerving and weaving in traffic to get to a store before closing when Atticus exclaimed in alarm, "Mama--you're tricking the cars!!"

Our neighbors brought us a few pieces of "applesauce cake," and Atticus couldn't stop admiring the sweets. "It's like Christmas . . . it smells like Christmas . . . it tastes like Christmas!!!" Truly, the dessert reminded me of the holidays, too, but I didn't put my finger on why until I recalled (while smelling and nibbling the treat myself) that Amy, my sister-in-law, had homemade applesauce-cinnamon ornaments hanging on her tree this past holiday season. Aha! These were the "cookies" that continually lured Atticus, Grant, and Joseph to admire the tree (to the demise of a few of the decorations).

It pleases me that regardless of the miles and months that have separated us from much of our family since our move to Kansas, Atticus' memories and nostalgia are still connected to past experiences with loved ones.