So, my husband is making chocolate chip cookies for FHE. Six very eager pairs of hands are helping with every step, when I overhear, "No touching! And what I mean by that is no touching!" So, of course I reply with some smarty comment about what he means by that, only to hear this gem, "Get your tongue off the mixer!"
Also, we just happen to be making cookies to disco music ('cause sometimes you just gotta have a little Abba). So he asked the many helpers to move their hinders (the "out of the way" was implied) and the three-year old started to boogie, asking her dad "like this? Move my hinder like this?"
It's just that kind of night. But, hey! Cookies!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Art projects
We have different fun art projects every week. Each girl recently did a self-portrait by tracing a photo (I know, it seems a little bit like cheating, but I didn't want to focus on the drawing part. I wanted to focus on looking at different gradations of color.) At any rate, everyone had fun, and I think a little of their personality came out in their portraits.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Help!
So, now that we are soon on our way across the pond (as they say. I'm not sure who "they" are, because I've never actually heard anyone say it. I don't run (or sit, or walk) in those circles.) it occurred to me that it would be great to have a photographic record of our adventure that doesn't look like a drab tourist photo essay (you know, everything all gray and busy and full of pieces of random people standing in front of various monuments.)
My first thought, of course, was to shanghai someone like Amy to do all the work for me, and make everything look charming and dear, but since that is impractical, I wondered if anyone has any suggestions for a book on digital photography?
My first thought, of course, was to shanghai someone like Amy to do all the work for me, and make everything look charming and dear, but since that is impractical, I wondered if anyone has any suggestions for a book on digital photography?
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Friends
We had a lesson in church today on friends (it's here, if you're interested in actual references.) It made me think of (in no particular order):
my children, that I hope will someday grow to be my true friends.
my mother, who has become my friend.
my sister, who I waited for so long to grow up and become a real friend.
All of my brothers and sisters, de fato.
the brothers and sisters in different areas that we lived in, who have opened their hearts and allowed us in.
my mother-in-law, and the whole family I married into, with their welcoming and generous hearts.
A little Cambodian refugee girl (she seemed huge to me--she must have been ten, and I was five, but she let herself be my pal).
Missionary companions.
Church friends.
School friends.
Roommates.
Neighbors.
Not to mention, a husband who is the best, most complete type of friend.
The Savior.
I'm pretty fond of this idea of friendship. It seems impossible to love so many different people, but it must be possible because I do.
my children, that I hope will someday grow to be my true friends.
my mother, who has become my friend.
my sister, who I waited for so long to grow up and become a real friend.
All of my brothers and sisters, de fato.
the brothers and sisters in different areas that we lived in, who have opened their hearts and allowed us in.
my mother-in-law, and the whole family I married into, with their welcoming and generous hearts.
A little Cambodian refugee girl (she seemed huge to me--she must have been ten, and I was five, but she let herself be my pal).
Missionary companions.
Church friends.
School friends.
Roommates.
Neighbors.
Not to mention, a husband who is the best, most complete type of friend.
The Savior.
I'm pretty fond of this idea of friendship. It seems impossible to love so many different people, but it must be possible because I do.
Friday, October 2, 2009
She walks.
The baby has taken her first, tentative steps. She is so proud of herself. It's a delightful process to watch--and we're savoring it, since running is never very far behind. And there's never any time to savor that. (For anyone keeping track, she's our second fastest walker. Brigham has her beat by one day.)
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Relief Society Lesson
I taught a Relief Society lesson on Sunday. I completely biffed it. The topic was 'Jesus Christ: the Savior of the World," with two talks from April General Conference as reference (one by President Uchtdorf and one by Elder Oaks.
I hmmed and hawed, I froze up, I got sidetracked and stuck on a peripheral point. At one point, I even developed tunnel vision, when everything outside of a small round area turned dark and fuzzy. I didn't tell one personal story or make anyone laugh. It was double-ungood.
This is the point I meant to make: That we do our part by serving each other with compassion and with joy. We can know that the Savior will do his part: that he knows us, loves us, and will intervene in our lives and the lives of our loved ones, that he will truly save us. The atonement is real.
Simple, right?
I hmmed and hawed, I froze up, I got sidetracked and stuck on a peripheral point. At one point, I even developed tunnel vision, when everything outside of a small round area turned dark and fuzzy. I didn't tell one personal story or make anyone laugh. It was double-ungood.
This is the point I meant to make: That we do our part by serving each other with compassion and with joy. We can know that the Savior will do his part: that he knows us, loves us, and will intervene in our lives and the lives of our loved ones, that he will truly save us. The atonement is real.
Simple, right?
Monday, September 21, 2009
It depends on what side you're on . . .
On one side of the door: a two-year old and three-year old who don't want to be in bed and are clamoring to get out. On the other side of the door: an eight month-old standing and pushing with all of her chubby might, trying to be with the others. Oh, the sweetness.
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