Talking to Jesus

We have tried to teach our children at a young age to fold their arms, and participate in our family prayers. Before they can talk, they can usually say the blessing in sign language,which I have found helpful to teach our babies. It has saved us from a lot of frustration when they are trying to communicate, and really helps me understand what they want. And it is so dang cute! So, back to the prayers. Kassidy and Landon fight over who is going to say it, everytime. Landon will tell Kass, "My Hevy Fada!" And then procedes to say it no matter who's turn it is, or if its already in the process of being said.
We have told them if they ever see a snake outside and momma & daddy aren't around to RUN! as fast as you can and say a prayer in your head for the snake to not bite you. (I am scared to death of the babies coming up on a rattlesnake in the grass while playing.)
Well, Kassidy has had a really bad kidney infection the last 4-5 days. She is very familiar with priesthood blessings, and the laying on of hands. Chris has given the babies blessings when they have been sick. A few weeks ago Chris heard Kassidy say to Landon he would be ok now because she said a prayer on his head(probably to be nice!).
While in Fernandina, the boys were at the beach and I stayed in the condo with her. She was just miserable. I asked her if she wanted me to say a prayer for her. "Ya. The kind with your hands on my head." I explained only Daddy could give that special prayer, but I would say a special one from her mommy. They are learning so quickly. Today, while groaning in agony and curled up in a ball on the floor, Kassidy was talking to herself. I went over to check on her. She looked up at me, smiled and said,"I was just talking to Jesus." I asked her what she was talking to him about. "That He will make me better."

No Naked Bums on the Counters!

Landon tries EVERYTHING he sees Kassidy doing. In order for her to wash her hands in the kitchen, she gets leverage to boost herself up to the sink, by using the drawers. Landon saw this and dicovered he can just pull the drawers out and use them like steps. I came into the kitchen to find his naked self sitting on the counter. "No naked bums on the counters!" I went to get him down and stepped in water. I had just done the dishes and thought nothing of it until he told me, "poo poo", which also means, pee pee. I looked closer and he had my 3 drawers of sippie cups, and bottles, full of pee pee. Nothing beats a night of doing dishes - twice.

Poo poo in the Potty!

Isn't it funny how things change when you become a mommy? The things we get excited about? This is the 2nd day in a row that Landon poopoo'd in the potty. Woooohooo! He is starting to say something as he goes and I caught him right before. What a big boy. The first time, he wanted to see it before I flushed it. He now says he poo poos hot dogs in the potty. Made me laugh. Today it was while we were at the doctor, for Jarom to have shots and get his 9 month well visit. I pawned Jarom off on one of the nurses and we made a run for it. Yay - I hope he keeps it up. The few days before our success, we had a few clean-up jobs because he decided to hand us the diaper, after the business was done. Yickers.

Sunday Surprises

Sunday I headed into church, forehead glistening, with a 20 pounder asleep in one arm, a 35 pounder asleep in the other + a 5 lb diaper bag and a 3 year old that wanted to hold my hand. Why, when we become mommas, don't we grow an extra arm or two? I mean, we can incubate babies inside of us. Why not grow additional extremities while we are at it? To my surprise, one of the young men, Braxton, pulled up at the same time I did, met me half way into church and took 20 lbs off my load.
Sundays can be a wee bit difficult for me when Chris has to travel and speak in other wards for High Council. This sunday was no different. I was tempted to not go and just let the babies play. I wouldn't have to worry about getting church clothes dirty and messy hair, from wrestling before we walk out the door. I could also have a nice lunch for Chris when he got home.
Well, we went and I am so glad we did. Someone once gave a talk in our ward, and made the comment to mothers with small children, "This is not your time to listen & learn. It is time for your children to learn the importance of being at church. Its time for you to be their example." The topic was missionary work. Funny thing, because I had a dream the night before I was fellowshipping investigators and new members in our ward. Wierd huh? (Chris says I read into stuff too much. I love to watch "Medium." I think he thinks I think I am phsycic.) I made sure I introduced myself to the new family that was baptised a few weeks ago. I'd like to say I would have, regardless of my dream, but felt a little more responsible. They are a wonderful family.
So, crazy things happen, even at church. There were a handful of new people at church. One of the visitors asked where two of the little boys were, while in primary. She made her way to the primary wing and told the presidency, that she was supposed to pick up the 2 and 7 year olds for their parents. Then she proceeded to tell them they were her twins and she was taking them home. They checked with their momma, and she didn't even know the woman. Hmmm. Scary. She was asked to leave and needless to say, they held the primary and only let the parents take them from class.
When Chris calls as he heads home from his H.C. meetings, asking what's for lunch, I usually have the reply,"Its a Sunday Surprise!" Simply because I have no idea what we are going to put in our bellies. I try so hard just to get us out the door and to church looking like we at least tried to be presentable, that I don't get around to getting a head start on lunch. Well, hang on to your hose, cause Momma felt like frying up somethin' good. I decided to cook some chicken. I rarely to almost never fry. After Chris and I had been married a few months, he said his cholesterol was getting too low. He needed something greasy. Every now and then I remember that and pull out the fry daddy.
I found a recipe for a buttermilk fried chicken. It sounded so good and I had so much confidence in my abilities, I even called the in-laws over to eat with us. Fortunately, their phone is tore up and they didn't answer! The first pieces to come out were black and still bleeding. Chris gave me a few tips. I took his advice (with eyes rolling in my head),and surprise! He knew what he was talking about.

Well, I learned a few things from this experience...
- Always try a recipe before you invite others to try it with you.
- Sometimes our hubbies know what they are talking about when they ramble on about cooking.
- It doesn't hurt to have a backup plan.
- Always try a recipe before you invite others to try it with you!

Where do I begin?

I have been wanting to be a blogger for some time now. The question has been in my mind for almost a year now (that is how long I have had a profile and done absolutely nothing with it.) - Where do I begin? How far do I go back to catch everyone up on our latest and greatest? Am I going to sound like a big retard? Will my friends think I have lost numerous brain cells over years since they have known me? I don't have a clue how to make my blog cute or cool or interesting enough to have groupies. So, this is what I have decided... I am going to do this for me. I am terrible at keeping a journal. I don't keep a journal. Haven't in years. This is going to be a record of bits and pieces of my life. My life is my precious babies, my sweet hubs, and me, and maybe even you - if you are lucky! Are you feelin' lucky??? If this is stupid enough to make you laugh, well - you laughed right? If you feel you know me better after you have a read, you probably do.