Sunday, June 28, 2009

The birth has arrived!

I have finally, finally published the complete story of Willow's birth on my other blog (OK, I am actually about to go publish it after I publish this, but I was already here, so I thought I'd make the announcemnt first).

confessions of a chronic hypopregniac

Rhys' birth story will follow, hopefully within the week.

Momma, Tell Me Something

The other day, Kevin went to the temple to help with a youth baptism trip and Neoma and Jason went to do a session at the same time, so I was home with my two children and two nephews--two two year olds and two infants. I decided to explain to the kids where their parents were and what a special thing they were doing. I started my explanation with how much Heavenly Father loves his children and wants them to be able to live with him again. I was trying to keep the concepts fairly kid friendly and pertinent, but about halfway through, they wandered away to go do something else. I thought, "Oh, well," and went on with my knitting.

A few minutes later Willow came up to me and said, "Momma, tell me something. Tell me something."

"Tell you something about what?" I wondered.

"Tell me something about God."

So I continued my explanation about temples to the end and she ran off happily. Later that night she ran up to me again requesting that I tell her something about Jesus. So I obliged with a bible story. At dinner the request was continuous and I had to tell her, "No, I'm not going to tell you about Jesus." Just so I could eat my meal. I sang her a song about Jesus, too. She wasn't so impressed with that, but her cousin, Sam, was, and he spent the rest of the evening echoing Willow's request for stories about Jesus with, "Ting a Desus tong, Ont Deyol." (Sing a Jesus song, Aunt Carol.)

This was about two weeks ago, and requests to tell her something about Jesus are still the most frequent ones she makes of me. It is wonderful. We told the Christmas story to them about 7 times during one dinner the other night. Their faces light up with absolutely angelic light when they hear about Jesus. It is really beautiful. I don't know how anyone can not believe in God when they see how readily a child overflows with love for Him, even in their simple understanding--more quickly and ardently than Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, or the Tooth Fairy combined.

Monday, June 8, 2009

I joined the club

A while back, my sister-in-law recounted her undesireable adventure with an early-morning-diaper-diving two-year-old. I just wanted everyone to know, I feel her pain. Thankfully, I was already awake, though not out of my room, when my two-year-old walked into my room holding her finger out infront of her with a look of astonished disgust on her face. You guessed it: on the tip of the finger was an unmistakeably smelly brown blob.
Perhaps it was the shock of this event that prompted her to completely remove her diaper on the subsequent two nights and completely soak her bed. We put training pants (purchased during the brief and gloriously unsuccessful early potty training phase) over her diaper the next night, and she managed to keep it intact. She hasn't had an in-the-buff sleeping episode for the last few nights since then. Oh, the joys...

The real reason I haven't been blogging

because I finally did some good and serious blogging today, reading and writing both, and now look at me (and the time). I have to go to the gym in 5 1/2 hours!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

This is a test. This is only a test...

Our bishop at church has told us the last couple of weeks at church that "the ward seismograph has been active, and we can expect 'The Big One' to be coming sometime in the next few weeks." He's given us lots of specifics about the "inspiration" he has received about the extent of the damage that will occur--all roadways will be blocked, except those to work or school, but specifically those to the gas station and the grocery store, whose shelves will be empty anyway. Phone lines will be active for the first 8 hours, but after that will go out. All major gas and electrical lines will remain intact. This is his way of making a ward wide emergency preparedness drill sound a little more fun. We'll be testing our emergency communication plan and disaster response as well as our personal family preparations in 72 hour kits and food storage. I'm excited for it. Mostly this post is to let you know that I have a legitimate excuse if you don't hear from me for a couple of weeks in the near future. We have also been asked to limit electronic entertainment and communications to the crucial for normal life functioning during that time. I'll let you know after it happens how it all went.