I live for date night! Okay, that is overly dramatic, but it does give me motivation to keep trudging away at all of the weekday responsibilities that can fluctuate between monotony and frenzy and remind myself that only 6 more days... 5 more days...4 more days... remain until I can unwind with Fred, even for just a few hours and focus on "us". This weekend I had such a bad cold on Friday that I just couldn't bear leaving home. Saturday I had YW responsibilities from 9AM -4PM and I was hoping that we could fit in a cheater date in the evening, but by the time I completed some minor cleaning and fixed dinner and cut Fred and Abe's hair, it was time to take Mikayla to the Saturday night dance. Fred and I took her together and walked through the grocery store aisles for last minute groceries, but that doesn't really count, so we thought we could at least watch a video at home together. That used to work for date night when our children were little. It doesn't anymore!
I've been reading some old posts of a dear friend who said that she and her husband used to donate blood plasma in their poor college days, to save up enough money to go on a get-away date each year. I'm squeamish and am glad that we don't have to resort to that this year (though Fred did survive by doing that in his single years, he can no longer donate because he went on his mission to England and may be infected with Mad Cow Disease--we get a lot of mileage out of that), but those dates are worth sacrificing for. They not only make us better husbands and wives, but certainly better fathers and mothers. I think of it as an annual investment. This May will revolve around Jordan, so we will probably wait until June, after girls camp, but it is fun to be anticipating and planning.
Fred has been stressing and struggling to put together all the pieces for Stevens-Henagers' RT program this month. The guidance, top administration has given him for classes is about as helpful as the guidance they have given him to get the program up and running; "Here are a list of 160 main themes we want the students to learn in a two month period.... you may not have the time or resources to hire a teacher yet, so can you teach as well, oh, and the curriculum hasn't been written, so can you have that ready by Friday?" He's starting to feel like Stretch Armstrong. Amazing flexibility and oooh....the muscles!
The weather has become beastly again. Fred has been trying to take all kinds of precautions with his beloved peach tree, which we have had for three years and gotten one lonely peach out of due to Spring frosts. Two days ago, when it was supposed to freeze, he set his alarm for 5AM so he could put the sprinkler on it and inhibit the freezing process, but the water froze in the hose, so his attempt was futile. We're still crossing our fingers to see if it will pull through. Of course Fred couldn't wait to plant watermelon, no matter how much coaxing to wait until Mother's Day, so he is covering those with buckets every night. We were spoiled with 86 degree weather last week and were running through sprinklers and mowing lawns and we are now all very perturbed. The children's starts have taken complete possession of the kitchen table and are becoming restless in their cramped containers--we all are.
I have a treat for all the Jon Schmidt fans out there (Lori). He has a new arrangement out that is our family's new favorite song. He is so talented and funny. If he ever comes back to Boise, I will take all of my older kids for sure. Below is a link. Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v3d6SFcDys
Monday, April 27, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
HAPPY SPRING!
We have been so negligent in keeping in touch with our friends. I was going to send out Christmas cards this year, but the first one I received in the beginning of December was so darling that I completely lost my motivation. So, I decided that I would send out New Years cards but the New Year came so quickly after Christmas that it seemed belated by the time I got serious, so I decided to make a family blog that I could send to friends on Valentines Day to let you know we are thinking of you and I got sidetracked in the middle of creating it, and somehow a friend found the page during construction, which re motivated me to start working on it so I am determined to welcome in Spring by reaching out again to friends that we love and miss. I hope this helps us keep in touch.
What the Bloomquists Are Up To
We have been lucky enough to keep in contact with some of you (usually your dedication), but because we haven't talked with many others in ages, we wanted to let you know what our family is up to.
Fred started a new career in November of last year and is now working at Stevens-Henegar trying to get the Respiratory Therapy college up and running. We are all enjoying the "normal" schedule that comes with non-medical hours. It has been such a welcome, positive change in our family life. We no longer have to go to church every other Sunday without him or attend family or ward activities unescorted. Date night has become regular and we actually eat meals together as an entire family (well, at least more often). Fred, Mikayla and I even exercise regularly every morning at 6AM (I never feel like that is a positive consequence when I roll out of bed, but we're all happy about it after we're done.) I don't know how we made it through almost 19 years without Fred's constant inclusion, but it has been a breath of fresh air.
We are all trying to gear up for Jordan to leave the nest. He graduates in May and two days later will head to Spokane to work for the summer. In the Fall he will attend BYU-I for two semesters and then turn in his paperwork for his mission. His absence is going to leave a large, empty hole here and I don't think any of us are ready for it, except him; he is ready to try his wings! We wanted to go on a big "last fling" vacation before he left, but this summer job has put a wrench in that.
Mikayla turns 16 in July and is trying to prepare to receive her drivers license before Jordan leaves, so that we won't lose that extra driver. Neither of us seems to be very comfortable with driving under stress, so she may not be ready by June, but I am, once again, back in the passenger seat.
Jordan, Eden and Abrahm are all in spring sports right now, so life has gotten busier, but with Fred home in the evenings, if feels like we still experience good quality family time, but we're all looking forward to summer break, warmer weather and longer days to be together. We have all turned a bit book-wormish this winter, but I can feel the yard faintly calling.
The twins are starting Kindergarten in the Fall and then I am looking into going back to school through BYU Independent Study. I guess Jordan and I will be studying simultaneously. Fred's company eventually wants him to get his Masters, so in a few years, we may all be in school. I'm actually excited.
We are loving living in Middleton. We fit so well in this tiny, close knit community. It's big enough to continually meet new people and have new experiences, but small enough to feel like family. We hope we never have to leave.
However this finds you, we would love to hear from you!
Fred started a new career in November of last year and is now working at Stevens-Henegar trying to get the Respiratory Therapy college up and running. We are all enjoying the "normal" schedule that comes with non-medical hours. It has been such a welcome, positive change in our family life. We no longer have to go to church every other Sunday without him or attend family or ward activities unescorted. Date night has become regular and we actually eat meals together as an entire family (well, at least more often). Fred, Mikayla and I even exercise regularly every morning at 6AM (I never feel like that is a positive consequence when I roll out of bed, but we're all happy about it after we're done.) I don't know how we made it through almost 19 years without Fred's constant inclusion, but it has been a breath of fresh air.
We are all trying to gear up for Jordan to leave the nest. He graduates in May and two days later will head to Spokane to work for the summer. In the Fall he will attend BYU-I for two semesters and then turn in his paperwork for his mission. His absence is going to leave a large, empty hole here and I don't think any of us are ready for it, except him; he is ready to try his wings! We wanted to go on a big "last fling" vacation before he left, but this summer job has put a wrench in that.
Mikayla turns 16 in July and is trying to prepare to receive her drivers license before Jordan leaves, so that we won't lose that extra driver. Neither of us seems to be very comfortable with driving under stress, so she may not be ready by June, but I am, once again, back in the passenger seat.
Jordan, Eden and Abrahm are all in spring sports right now, so life has gotten busier, but with Fred home in the evenings, if feels like we still experience good quality family time, but we're all looking forward to summer break, warmer weather and longer days to be together. We have all turned a bit book-wormish this winter, but I can feel the yard faintly calling.
The twins are starting Kindergarten in the Fall and then I am looking into going back to school through BYU Independent Study. I guess Jordan and I will be studying simultaneously. Fred's company eventually wants him to get his Masters, so in a few years, we may all be in school. I'm actually excited.
We are loving living in Middleton. We fit so well in this tiny, close knit community. It's big enough to continually meet new people and have new experiences, but small enough to feel like family. We hope we never have to leave.
However this finds you, we would love to hear from you!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
New Beginnings
Jordan was set apart as an Elder today. It seems that something happens almost weekly to remind me that he is perched to fly away. He asked Pres. Walker (the 2nd couselor in our stake presidency and the man who we "followed" to Middleton) to stand in, which was special as he was released from our stake presidency today to prepare to leave on a mission with his wife. They announced it at the Saturday session and I cried. He has a very special place in the hearts of every single member of my family. Our entire stake will feel the void as the "tornado of love", which he has been so appropriately nicknamed by the stake president, leaves us. We also just found out that our Bishop will be leaving next Monday to start a new job in Oklahoma, while his family stays and tries to sell their house. We are so sad for us; we are losing two men who have had a profound impact in our lives, but know that somewhere in the world the people will be blessed in abundant ways that they can't even imagine because of both of them.
What fun that Spring has emerged in all it's splendor this weekend. It was a garage cleaning, yard working, windows flung wide open kind of Saturday and it was wonderful! Mikayla spent an hour transplanting tiny seedlings whose roots had grown together and wondering about the spirits of plants when the wind broke one of the tiny sunflower stems. I don't think it's possible for her to think on a shallow level. She yearns for deep knowledge and learns from every experience. Watching her thoughtfulness and patience teaches me to be a better mother every day.
Camp money was due for all of the girls in the stake today, and our camp planning is gearing up. I can't believe that summer is so suddenly in the side wings. Mikayla will be a youth leader this year and will be in charge of the 1st year girls; she's so excited. First year's are so much fun--they are like baby ducks, imprinting and following you around and just soaking it all in. It will be a fantastic mentoring experience for her and also for those tiny girls who are trying to maneuver the transition from children to young women. It is also the year that Eden will get to participate in the "Faith Walk" and I'm looking forward to her reaction to that. I love girls camp; it's such a challenge to have that many hormones all together in an unfamiliar environment without some major eruptions, but the spiritual experiences are worth all of the "Interventions". I'm looking forward to it.
I had one of those "ah-hah" moments this last week, where a light goes on too late and you realize that you have missed out on neat experiences because of stubborn hardheartedness and you realize through disappointment in yourself that you have to change something so obvious that hasn't been obvious before. I was driving home from doing errands all afternoon and as I entered my subdivision it became obvious, from all of the "sharp looking" young adults roaming around with black backpacks that we were going to be canvased with salespeople. I don't like salesmen. I don't like them on the phone--I don't like them in stores--and I especially don't like them bothering me on my doorstep. I'm not a big "consumer" and I've always felt that if I want something I will go find it; if someone has to bring it to my attention I probably don't need it and if I do I will research it for a month before purchasing it not be pressured into something spontaneous. Jordan has a best friend who is a born salesman (he made ($15,000 last summer by only working a few hours each day) but I frustrate him. Jordan once gave him a challenge and told him, "if you can sell it to my mom, you can sell it to anyone!" I am kind to missionaries of other faiths, because I can relate, and I admire them for what they are trying to do, but I figure I am just wasting any other solicitor's time and they are wasting mine, so it is in the mutual good interest to get rid of them quickly. If they are persistent this often means being short and blunt. As blind as I am, I have never thought of it as being unkind or unfriendly or unchristian--I've never thought of it as being "personal, it's business". I am wary of "friendly" salesmen, I figure they are being insincere and have ulterior motives and I am the one, by my behavior, who is being honest. (Okay that was a very long segway) Well, on Wednesday, as I was driving to my house, I was desperately wishing that I had a "no soliciting" sign on my door. So, when a knock came on my door, I was annoyed and geared up to dismiss quickly whoever was on the other side. I opened it up to a smiling salesman and despite every persistent attempt he made, I finally convinced him to leave. I went back to my busy tasks, and didn't think another thing of it until I heard Fred drive up that evening while I was getting dinner on the table. I wondered out loud at why it took him so long to come inside and he told me he had been talking to a salesman in our front yard. I asked what he looked like and he described the same young man that I had shooed away four hours before and commented on how good natured and funny he was. His positive assessment and willingness to visit with an individual caught me off guard and made me feel instantly guilty, something I have never felt in a similar circumstance before. I asked him what they were talking about so long and he said the salesman was sharing an experience he had that day. That night my good friend reiterated to me the same story in much more detail. This salesman knocked on her door that afternoon and when she opened it he immediately asked if she was a Mormon. She acknowledged that she was and asked him how he knew that. He mentioned the picture of Christ which was on her wall facing him. Trying to make small talk, he said, "don't you have a Mormon bible or something?" She told him that Mormon's didn't have a different bible but we did have another book that was scripture that we read with the bible and she happened to have an extra copy if he would like one. He, still trying to make a sale, accepted the book and talked to her about people having to have an open mind about things (like the cleaner he was selling). She talked to him for a little while and kindly declined to buy anything and then he left. This same salesmen told Fred all about the nice lady who had offered him a Book of Mormon and he said to Fred, "and I'm going to read it too!" Who knows if he really will, but the important thing is that he had a personal experience with a very kind lady who was a member of the church and acted like a Christian and I missed out on an opportunity, which was so far out of my mind, that the story shocked me so hard into reality that I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since, and I will never be able to face another salesman with the same attitude again. I think some days, Heavenly Father must just shake his head in disappointment at my blind, intolerant behaviors. I do.
"Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it."
What fun that Spring has emerged in all it's splendor this weekend. It was a garage cleaning, yard working, windows flung wide open kind of Saturday and it was wonderful! Mikayla spent an hour transplanting tiny seedlings whose roots had grown together and wondering about the spirits of plants when the wind broke one of the tiny sunflower stems. I don't think it's possible for her to think on a shallow level. She yearns for deep knowledge and learns from every experience. Watching her thoughtfulness and patience teaches me to be a better mother every day.
Camp money was due for all of the girls in the stake today, and our camp planning is gearing up. I can't believe that summer is so suddenly in the side wings. Mikayla will be a youth leader this year and will be in charge of the 1st year girls; she's so excited. First year's are so much fun--they are like baby ducks, imprinting and following you around and just soaking it all in. It will be a fantastic mentoring experience for her and also for those tiny girls who are trying to maneuver the transition from children to young women. It is also the year that Eden will get to participate in the "Faith Walk" and I'm looking forward to her reaction to that. I love girls camp; it's such a challenge to have that many hormones all together in an unfamiliar environment without some major eruptions, but the spiritual experiences are worth all of the "Interventions". I'm looking forward to it.
I had one of those "ah-hah" moments this last week, where a light goes on too late and you realize that you have missed out on neat experiences because of stubborn hardheartedness and you realize through disappointment in yourself that you have to change something so obvious that hasn't been obvious before. I was driving home from doing errands all afternoon and as I entered my subdivision it became obvious, from all of the "sharp looking" young adults roaming around with black backpacks that we were going to be canvased with salespeople. I don't like salesmen. I don't like them on the phone--I don't like them in stores--and I especially don't like them bothering me on my doorstep. I'm not a big "consumer" and I've always felt that if I want something I will go find it; if someone has to bring it to my attention I probably don't need it and if I do I will research it for a month before purchasing it not be pressured into something spontaneous. Jordan has a best friend who is a born salesman (he made ($15,000 last summer by only working a few hours each day) but I frustrate him. Jordan once gave him a challenge and told him, "if you can sell it to my mom, you can sell it to anyone!" I am kind to missionaries of other faiths, because I can relate, and I admire them for what they are trying to do, but I figure I am just wasting any other solicitor's time and they are wasting mine, so it is in the mutual good interest to get rid of them quickly. If they are persistent this often means being short and blunt. As blind as I am, I have never thought of it as being unkind or unfriendly or unchristian--I've never thought of it as being "personal, it's business". I am wary of "friendly" salesmen, I figure they are being insincere and have ulterior motives and I am the one, by my behavior, who is being honest. (Okay that was a very long segway) Well, on Wednesday, as I was driving to my house, I was desperately wishing that I had a "no soliciting" sign on my door. So, when a knock came on my door, I was annoyed and geared up to dismiss quickly whoever was on the other side. I opened it up to a smiling salesman and despite every persistent attempt he made, I finally convinced him to leave. I went back to my busy tasks, and didn't think another thing of it until I heard Fred drive up that evening while I was getting dinner on the table. I wondered out loud at why it took him so long to come inside and he told me he had been talking to a salesman in our front yard. I asked what he looked like and he described the same young man that I had shooed away four hours before and commented on how good natured and funny he was. His positive assessment and willingness to visit with an individual caught me off guard and made me feel instantly guilty, something I have never felt in a similar circumstance before. I asked him what they were talking about so long and he said the salesman was sharing an experience he had that day. That night my good friend reiterated to me the same story in much more detail. This salesman knocked on her door that afternoon and when she opened it he immediately asked if she was a Mormon. She acknowledged that she was and asked him how he knew that. He mentioned the picture of Christ which was on her wall facing him. Trying to make small talk, he said, "don't you have a Mormon bible or something?" She told him that Mormon's didn't have a different bible but we did have another book that was scripture that we read with the bible and she happened to have an extra copy if he would like one. He, still trying to make a sale, accepted the book and talked to her about people having to have an open mind about things (like the cleaner he was selling). She talked to him for a little while and kindly declined to buy anything and then he left. This same salesmen told Fred all about the nice lady who had offered him a Book of Mormon and he said to Fred, "and I'm going to read it too!" Who knows if he really will, but the important thing is that he had a personal experience with a very kind lady who was a member of the church and acted like a Christian and I missed out on an opportunity, which was so far out of my mind, that the story shocked me so hard into reality that I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since, and I will never be able to face another salesman with the same attitude again. I think some days, Heavenly Father must just shake his head in disappointment at my blind, intolerant behaviors. I do.
"Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it."
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Easter Weekend
I am so grateful to my Mom and Dad for sharing their experiences of Easter week in the Philippines. The depictions of depravity has compelled me to ponder deeply the significance of this week like I never have before and make it a week of spirituality for my family as I have contemplated the blessings of the knowledge of the gospel and the true meaning and expectations of the atonement in my own life. It has been a beautiful week and an uplifting day.
Each night this week we tried to study the correlating day of Christs last week. It was a good way to imprint the true symbolism of this season into our hearts. After church today, we laid blankets out on the lawn and had a "New Testament" lunch with fish, bread, grapes, olives, figs and grape juice that we ate mostly out of baskets with our hands. We watched an edited version of "The Lamb of God", which doesn't carry the same spiritual impact but is still necessary for the four youngest of my children, and a short video called "Only a Stonecutter" about the story of John Rowe Moyle, a man who walked 22 miles to work on the Salt Lake Temple every week for 20 years, even after his leg had to be amputated (a very powerful and motivating lesson on consecration), and a short video the church put out on their website with a piece of Elder Holland's conference message. The weather was perfect and so symbolic of Springs Easter message. It has been a beautiful day!
Jordan went to Prom last night. (He said it was the best night of his life;-) Mikayla and Eden and I met one group of his friends over at another home and took pictures for an hour. It is so much fun to watch the exuberance and love for life these youth have. They are such good kids and I will miss them all profoundly when they head off to college and work and missions. Life and our house will be much too quiet.
Cousin's Egg Hunt at My Sisters:
"Brothers" and Sisters:
Jordan and Zoey Being Silly:
Each night this week we tried to study the correlating day of Christs last week. It was a good way to imprint the true symbolism of this season into our hearts. After church today, we laid blankets out on the lawn and had a "New Testament" lunch with fish, bread, grapes, olives, figs and grape juice that we ate mostly out of baskets with our hands. We watched an edited version of "The Lamb of God", which doesn't carry the same spiritual impact but is still necessary for the four youngest of my children, and a short video called "Only a Stonecutter" about the story of John Rowe Moyle, a man who walked 22 miles to work on the Salt Lake Temple every week for 20 years, even after his leg had to be amputated (a very powerful and motivating lesson on consecration), and a short video the church put out on their website with a piece of Elder Holland's conference message. The weather was perfect and so symbolic of Springs Easter message. It has been a beautiful day!
Jordan went to Prom last night. (He said it was the best night of his life;-) Mikayla and Eden and I met one group of his friends over at another home and took pictures for an hour. It is so much fun to watch the exuberance and love for life these youth have. They are such good kids and I will miss them all profoundly when they head off to college and work and missions. Life and our house will be much too quiet.
Cousin's Egg Hunt at My Sisters:
Dillon (one of Jordan's best friends) arriving in his "sweet" (Corvette) car for Prom:
"Brothers" and Sisters:
Jordan and Zoey Being Silly:
Easter Morning:
All Dressed Up:
My Handsome Men:
Our "New Testament" Lunch:
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Peace
I LOVE CONFERENCE!!! I'm always so sad when it is over., I do have to say that though it is such a blessing to be able to have the technology to experience conference in our home, it is a challenge every session to focus with all of the different distractions that seem to be inevitable in that setting--at least in our home. We have accessible seating for four in our playroom, which is where we watch conference, and since we have eight people that always causes some interference with people trying to hear and see and take notes, and not step on someone elses head (a problem that was causing Eden to rapidly lose the Spirit of the meeting on Saturday). There always seems to be some needed reminders to be reverent and listen, because such close proximity seems to encourage socializing and a bit of obnoxious behavior, which I'm sure more disciplined families don't deal with (I don't know where they inherited that from). It is also a challenge to help everyone stay alert and not revert to nap time, which is difficult when you have to lay on the floor to listen. However, even amidst the seeming turmoil, the Spirit always seems to permeate our home during the conference sessions, this time especially bringing peace at the end of an emotionally harried week, and make me want to try harder to consecrate my actions into discipleship and focus more fully on finding and creating joy.
Jordan asked a girl to Prom last weekend that he hasn't had the nerve to ever ask out during his whole high school years, and then this week got the opportunity to earn a free full tuxedo rental for that night by "modeling" a tux during a day at school and handing out advertisements. He wore black tails and a baby silver/blue vest and bow tie to school on Friday, with two of his friends. These boys seem to always know somebody who knows somebody where they can be creative and get a deal (this one being worth $75!).
Mikayla's gardening bug is starting to produce results. We have egg cartons all over the kitchen sprouting all sorts of different plants. It seems that no one wants to be left behind in this Spring thing. I have primroses blooming in my kitchen window, Jordan has snapdragons sprouting in a Dixie cup and Abe has a very large cabbage plant that is starting to take over my working space. It's a perfect reminder of this Easter week. I am excited to celebrate each day. I was reading yesterday a suggestion to celebrate coloring eggs and hunts and baskets and dresses each year the week previous to the Easter week as a celebration of Spring and then focusing solely on the spiritual messages during the Easter week. I wasn't prepared to do that this year, so we'll probably still do the "fluffy" stuff on Saturday, but I thought it was such a great idea. I'm going to talk about it in family council tonight and see what my family thinks. Lily and Sophie have such a hard time distinguishing the true meaning of Easter because of their anticipation of the "fun" that I thought getting that "Spring Fling" celebrated so much before would help them anticipate two separate celebrations.
I don't want to be prideful, but Olive has not escaped from our yard for 5 days now! It's quite a success for us. Fred built a new fence section last Saturday. She got out Monday because a wind storm had blown open the back gate and she got out on Tuesday (I have no idea how, sometimes I think she has her own guardian angels), but we have contained her since then. She stalks the back fence and barks and barks and I have guilt like crazy until I can take her out, but at least I know she's safe. We'll see how long it lasts.
"Tuxedo Modeling" day
Sophie's Electric Personality
Signs of Spring
A Spring Windowsill, A New Fence Piece, and A Captive Dog
Jordan asked a girl to Prom last weekend that he hasn't had the nerve to ever ask out during his whole high school years, and then this week got the opportunity to earn a free full tuxedo rental for that night by "modeling" a tux during a day at school and handing out advertisements. He wore black tails and a baby silver/blue vest and bow tie to school on Friday, with two of his friends. These boys seem to always know somebody who knows somebody where they can be creative and get a deal (this one being worth $75!).
Mikayla's gardening bug is starting to produce results. We have egg cartons all over the kitchen sprouting all sorts of different plants. It seems that no one wants to be left behind in this Spring thing. I have primroses blooming in my kitchen window, Jordan has snapdragons sprouting in a Dixie cup and Abe has a very large cabbage plant that is starting to take over my working space. It's a perfect reminder of this Easter week. I am excited to celebrate each day. I was reading yesterday a suggestion to celebrate coloring eggs and hunts and baskets and dresses each year the week previous to the Easter week as a celebration of Spring and then focusing solely on the spiritual messages during the Easter week. I wasn't prepared to do that this year, so we'll probably still do the "fluffy" stuff on Saturday, but I thought it was such a great idea. I'm going to talk about it in family council tonight and see what my family thinks. Lily and Sophie have such a hard time distinguishing the true meaning of Easter because of their anticipation of the "fun" that I thought getting that "Spring Fling" celebrated so much before would help them anticipate two separate celebrations.
I don't want to be prideful, but Olive has not escaped from our yard for 5 days now! It's quite a success for us. Fred built a new fence section last Saturday. She got out Monday because a wind storm had blown open the back gate and she got out on Tuesday (I have no idea how, sometimes I think she has her own guardian angels), but we have contained her since then. She stalks the back fence and barks and barks and I have guilt like crazy until I can take her out, but at least I know she's safe. We'll see how long it lasts.
"Tuxedo Modeling" day
Sophie's Electric Personality
Signs of Spring
A Spring Windowsill, A New Fence Piece, and A Captive Dog
Friday, April 3, 2009
Out of The Mouths of Babes
I was just looking at my sister in law's photography blog, with Lily and Sophie on my lap, and as I was scanning down the page we passed an lds.org link with a picture of the First Presidency, and Lily said, "Oh look, its Pres. Monson and Elder "Oofdork", and Sophie chimed in "And Elder "Ring" looks funny in those big glasses!". I guess we need to work a little harder on pronunciation and respectful comments, but it was fun to hear their excited recognition in anticipation of conference.
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