Ben's finger got an awful infection recently. As a result, I've made several calls to his daddy, while he was at work, to ask advice. Granted, I call him more often than just about infected fingers, and sometimes, I just want to hear his voice. Often, when the kids and I call, he is unavailable, and we just get his voice mail.
At the end of one of these "advice" calls, I told him I loved him and hung up.
Almost immediately Ben says, "I know how we can talk to Daddy more on the phone."
I said, "Oh, yeah? How?"
Ben replies, "Stop just telling him that you love him. Then, when he sees his phone ringing, he'll be, like, 'Oh, this must be important.' And he'll answer."
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We were eating lunch at Sam's Club yesterday, when I saw Brianna's whole face light up. I followed her gaze to see what had made her so excited and happy. I was surprised to see a grizzly-looking older employee with a beard, who was completely oblivious to her. I wondered why he was making her so happy.
The mystery was solved when she said, loudly, "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
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So, we've had a few people come and look at our home. The feedback we've received is this:
"We like the home, but not the area." and "We like the home, but aren't sure it's big enough for us."
So, in an effort to sell our home, I am having it dug up from the foundation, placed on a VERY large flat-bed trailer; moved to a more posh area of town; and having a new wing thrown on while in transit.
I think it will work.
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The other day, Ben brought me an egg timer -- you know, the sand in the hour-glass type? -- and told me that every time it ran out of sand, it was spanking time. I told him I didn't want to spank him for no reason. He assured me that that was just the way this worked. Sure enough, he'd watch the sand, and every time it ran out, he'd come over to me and stick his little bum out. I'd resist and he'd insist, until I finally gave him a gentle swat. This scene was repeated many times over the course of the afternoon. . . . Maybe Ben knows something that I don't know. Hmmmm. . . . .
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Brianna plays sooo cute with her doll babies. She pretends to feed them and put them to bed; she walks them in her baby stroller, and takes them shopping with her shopping cart. It is very fun to watch her little nurturing self.
A few days ago, she had put her doll down for a nap. After a while, she walked into the kitchen holding the same doll, and said something that I distinctly understood to be, "The baby has woken up from her nap!"
As she turned and headed down the hall, I heard her exclaim, "Whoo-ee! Stinky!" Then, she laid the baby down, and pretended to change it's diaper!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Relationship Advice from a Six Year Old and Other Stories & Random Thoughts
Posted by Leslie at 7:27 AM 7 comments
Friday, April 25, 2008
My Sweet Babies!!
Just hangin' in the front yard.
I thought this picture was a classic! It's sure to be included in Brianna's wedding video!
Happy 6th Birthday, Ben!!
Posted by Leslie at 7:31 AM 12 comments
Labels: My Kids
Monday, April 21, 2008
Brianna-eese: Interpreting the Words and Signs of Brianna
*********Words *********
Goggy now = chocolate milk
Daddy = Daddy or doggy (when she means ‘doggy’ she usually follows with a ‘woof, woof, woof’)
Gun-gwee = Hungry
Show, wewe = Show/movie (i.e., Princess movie)
Ginkie = binkie
Me, Buddy = Ben
Dowa = Dora the Explorer
Waah you? = Where are you?
Moo mees = Excuse me
Wahwee = Sorry
Side = I want to go outside NOW please.
Deent doo = Thank you
Shoe = I would like my shoes on now; OR don’t I have pretty shoes?; OR I would like to watch Barbie and the 12 Dancing Princesses
Night, night = I would like to go to bed now.
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Holding fists on eyes = I would like you to sing “Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree” right now.
Holding hands on top of head and grunting = I would like you to sing “Once there was a snowman” right now.
Holding hand in air and opening/closing fist repeatedly = milk (which is to be interpreted as chocolate milk)
Pointing one finger into open palm of opposite hand = more
Tapping hand or fist on mouth = water, please
Back of hand against bottom of chin, fingers wiggling = dirty
Pointer finger twisting on cheek = candy
Hand twisting ear = apple
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I know there are more, but that is all I can come up with for now!
Posted by Leslie at 8:44 PM 10 comments
Labels: My Kids
Sunday, April 13, 2008
The Perfect Storm
This is more of a journal entry, and it's LONG. Please don't feel obligated to read it. I just felt the need to record these events.
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In six weeks we fly out West to look for a home. If we don't sell our home before then, the trip will seem pretty pointless. We have to move in eleven weeks, regardless of whether we sell. However, any money we have is wrapped up in our home. Of course, we can rent out there, but that won't eliminate our mortgage here, and our money cow just hasn't been giving quite that much milk. So, I feel a sense of urgency and necessity in selling our home -- soon!
Last week, the weather predictions weren't looking too good, and I knew we had an open house for our home on Sunday. So, when the weather turned out to be nice on Wednesday, despite my migraine, I went out into our yard at about noon to rake up all of the leaves that had gathered around our fence line and in our flower beds. The kids played (and Brianna napped) and I worked. And I worked. And I worked. Um, did I mention that we have a HUGE back yard?? Yup. Add to that the feeling of urgency to sell, the upcoming open house, and the predictions for bad weather the remainder of the week. I felt like this was my ONLY opportunity to get the yard in order before the open house. So, I pushed myself to my physical limits. With only a few short breaks to take care of my kids, I worked until after eight o'clock. I was physically ill. I thought I was going to vomit, literally.
I dragged myself into my house, and made myself shower, because I was filthy. I didn't have the strength to dry my hair, so I grabbed a dry hand-towel and put it under my head, and fell asleep on the couch near my husband as he worked on stuff for work. I slept there until some time around two a.m., then between my migraine and my aching body, I couldn't fall back to sleep until sometime around 5:30 a.m.
When my kids woke me up around 7:30, my medicine had taken the edge off of my migraine, but my body was screaming at me to just take it easy. However, the weather decided to be nice again, and as the day went on, my body felt a little better. So, I seized the opportunity to make the front yard look nice also. Yes, I still had a migraine; yes, my body was aching; yes, my kids were tired of playing near me in the yard, but if I didn't do it, it wasn't going to get done. I guess I did, comparitively, take it easy; I only worked about five to six hours.
I decided Friday and Saturday would be my days to get the house sparklingly clean for the open house. Ha! My migraine did switch from the right side of my head to the left on Friday, but it was still there, and stronger than ever. I managed to get Ben to school, but nearly as soon as I got home, I began to experience severe dizziness. I was dizzy even when I was laying down. Even with my eyes shut. Then the nausea set in.
Brianna didn't take well to her mommy laying on the floor, whimpering. Maybe she had had enough of feeling neglected over the two previous days as I had been working in the yard. Whatever her reasons, she kept pinching me and hitting me, and screaming. Love that kid, but none of her efforts were actually helping me feel better. Then, when I was vomitting in the toilet, she was laughing hysterically. She thought it was so funny. (I have since found her 'spitting' into the toilet and then giggling.)
Well, at about this point, I knew there was no way I could take care of my kids that day. I wanted James to come home and take care of the kids, clean the house, and take care of me. I was mad that there wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he would be able to do that. I was sobbing on the bathroom floor and praying for help. I wanted Heavenly Father to at least make me feel better, if He wasn't going to send James to my aid. However, as I was praying, pleading for help, the Spirit reminded me that my friend had called while I was busy throwing up. I had the distinct thought that there was help available to me, but I had to ask. I hate asking. I don't mind so much if there is plenty of advanced notice, but at the last minute, I feel terrible putting anyone out.
But I made the call. My friend came right away and took sweet Brianna to better circumstances for the day. I then slept for about an hour until I went to pick up Ben from school. Luckily, when I woke up, the dizziness had subsided. I still felt lousy, but I was able to go get him.
On the way home, I told him that I was really sick, and that he would need to get himself a bowl of cold cereal for lunch and watch a show. (Hello, that's my kid's dream afternoon!) He didn't complain a bit. As soon as we got home, I went back to bed.
In a little while, another great friend came and picked up Ben for the afternoon. I was able to sleep and get some much needed rest. Somehow, that evening when the kids were back home, they did actually get fed and put to bed. I don't really remember the details on that.
That night, my sweet husband and my brother were able to give me a blessing. I was so grateful. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to get the house ready for the open house without some heavenly intervention.
Saturday, I woke up feeling quite a bit better. I still had a migraine, and I felt very weak. But overall, I was feeling much better. James and my brother had an all-day training at work. I decided that I would just have to work slowly, but steadily, and take frequent breaks, if I was to get my house ready for the open house Sunday.
I started by sweeping the kitchen floor, because I was tired of walking on all the crumbs. When that was done, I was exhausted. I realized just how low my reserves were, and reminded myself that I would definitely have to pace myself.
At about that time, my good friend called to check on me, and offered to take my kids for the morning. I decided that that would probably be a good idea. She came and got them. Then the wonderful girl who helps me clean my house (and who incidentally rearranged her schedule for me so that she could come help me on Saturday) showed up. About five minutes after she arrived, I received a call from the realtor's office, asking if we could have a showing in an hour and a half!
Remember that I basically hadn't done anything on the house since Wednesday. It was a total yucky mess! Remember also that feeling of urgency to sell the house. This was the first time anyone had wanted to come and see our house. I said yes. So much for pacing myself and taking it easy. My house-cleaning friend and I worked in a frenzy to get the house in acceptable showing status. Forget deep cleaning, we're talking pick up the dirty clothes, try to fit four days worth of gucky dishes in the dishwasher, sweep up all the crap that's been tracked into the house and make the beds. We worked furiously, and in the end, our house looked pretty darn good. Great, in fact, if you had any idea what it had looked like!
We ended up having two showings that day!
Thank God for great friends who totally stepped up and helped me in my desperate time of need this week. Thank Him also for the priesthood in my home. Thank Him that there are people actually interested in seeing our home. Thank Him that my kids and I survived this week.
Posted by Leslie at 5:37 PM 19 comments
Labels: Family, Friends, Just Thinkin', Me, Misc., My Kids, Stories
Thursday, April 3, 2008
To Answer Your Questions . . .
How did you and James meet?
James and I met April 5, 1997. It was conference weekend. My mission reunion was Friday night, then all day Saturday I hung out with a group of sisters from my mission. After the second session of conference on Saturday, one of the sisters announced that she was going to call every guy she knew in the area (we were haning out in Provo/Orem area.) Well, James grew up with this sister, and he happened to be the only guy who showed up. It was love at first sight!
Do you plan to "have" more children?
If there's is one thing I've learned in this life, it's that I'm DEFINITELY not in charge of this aspect of my life. I am o.k. with that now. I know that He knows better than I what is best for our family, and the individual members of our family. I think that we will likely apply for adoption again when we've settled in the West, but whether or not anything comes of that is out of my hands.
Do you really have to move? :(
Yup.
What is your family's favorite meal?
I think this changes from time to time. One of my current favorites to fix is Chicken Enchilada Casserole. I will put the recipe at the bottom of this post. It is easy and oh, so yummy!
What stain remover do you use?
Well, let me first start by saying that the shirt Brianna was wearing while eating spaghetti is permanently stained. She is such a neat eater, usually, that I don't always think to put a bib on her. That was one time I should have remembered. But, I use Oxy-something, and Spray-n-Wash. The Oxy-something is amazing on blood, however, you may not have to deal with that much.
What is your favorite hobby? (when you have time!)
Hmmm, I guess blogging and watching movies (if those can count!)
What are two strengths/talents that you see in yourself?
I have an uncanny talent for making a genuine-sounding pig noise.
I am incredibly good at rhyming.
What are two things you'd like to change [about yourself]?
Hmmm, just two?? I would like to be more energetic. And I would LOVE to completely ENJOY housework.
What do you think of my two favorite singers, Michael Buble and Josh Groban?
I really enjoy both of them, but Michael Buble's voice and style just turns me to butter! Love, love, love his stuff!
Did you have a childhood experience that convinced you that Heavenly Father loves you and is aware of you?
My family and I attended an outdoor play up in the mountains. We got rained out and the whole, huge audience trekked down the mountainside in the mud to their cars. On the way down the mountain, I couldn't see for the rain on my glasses, so I took them off and put them in my pocket.
When we got into our car, I realized that my glasses were gone. I felt awful. It was too dark, rainy, muddy, and crowded to look for them that night. So, the next day, my brother was sent back up the mountain to look for my glasses. When he arrived and saw the muddy mess, he was overwhelmed not knowing where to begin looking. He said a prayer for help, and afterward walked right to my glasses which had not a scratch on them. I think that was the beginning of my testimony.
Just for the record, do you think you could beat the crap out of Tiff?
I don't know, I am pretty fragile, you know.
What do you miss most about the west?
Family.
What will you miss most about the mid-west?
Friends. . . . But Autumn comes in a close second.
After living through medical school, how confident are you in your diagnostic abilities?
VERY. I'm just not sure whether other people ought to share that confidence.
Being so close to Lake Powell, do you suppose a boat purchase is on the horizon?
It has most definitely been discussed. We have also toyed with the idea of just renting a boat when we do go.
What's most valuable time or money?
Very interesting question. For most of my life, I think I would have said money (i.e., "we'll save money by doing it ourselves"); however, time has become a most precious commodity in our home, and my perspective has changed. I now think it depends on your personal circumstances. I still feel inclined to "do-it-ourselves" where feasible, however, if the bank account will allow, I'd much rather do something fun or relaxing with my hubby in the few hours I get to see him, and pay someone else to do the "work".
What has kept you going when the going got tough?
Lexapro, counseling, and prayer. ;)
What is one memory you have that anytime you think of it, it makes you laugh?
The movie clip on this post of my boy dancing.
What kind of laundry detergent do you use?
Gain, liquid. I also, occasionally, use fabric softener: Downy Simple Pleasures, lavender and vanilla. (And no, I don't think you're weird. I LOOOVE the smell of clean laundry!)
Do you keep in touch with any of your High School buddies?
Yes, with Marci via e-mail.
What is your best attribute?
Can I use the pig noise thing again? I'm guessing not. My best attribute, hmmm . . . oh, oh, wait, I have pretty toes!
How many times a year do you watch The Princess Bride?
Never enough.
With the different places you have lived or will live, who will you support (even if it's casually)? Columbus Crew, Colorado Rapids, Real Salt Lake?
Hmmm, this is a tough one. I've only actually attended Columbus Crew games; however, I would probably be disowned by my younger brothers if I don't support Real Salt Lake; But then, we will have more money in the fairly-near future, and I could see us attending some Colorado Rapids games. I guess I better stick with Real!
What would happen on your ideal Wednesday?
My ideal Wednesday would start with breakfast in bed, prepared and served by my fabulous, sexy hubby. James would, of course, have the day off. It would be sunny, and about 72 degrees, with a slight breeze. I would have a darling new outfit to wear, and my hair would cooperate fully. The kids would be happy and delightful. We would go to a park and play. There would be an outdoor local concert in the park. We would then drop the kids off at a babysitter, so James and I could have a date. We would go try someplace new and just enjoy being together and talking, dreaming about when these kinds of days might be more frequent.
My goal this year was to be a more creative mom so what makes you feel creative as a mom?
Making up stories for my son as we snuggle before bed.
How did you become interested in massage?
All growing up, my family and I would exchange back-rubs. I was always told that I was good at it. I attended 2+ years of college, but couldn't decide what I wanted to be when I grew up. I was hating my job, and obsessing about my inability to get pregnant, when I decided to go to massage therapy school. It was a good decision for me. I actually really enjoy giving massage.
What's your favorite quick go-to meal?
Probably quesadillas. I put all sorts of stuff in them: veggies, spices, meats, and, of course, a variety of cheeses.
Chicken Enchilada Casserole
1 (13 oz.) can of chicken, drained
1 onion, chopped
2 (10 3/4 oz.) cans cream of chicken soup
1 cup sour cream (I use reduced fat)
1 (4 oz.) can diced green chilies
1/2 tsp. ground cumin
3 oz. cream cheese (optional)
Place above ingredients in mixing bowl and mix well.
1 (15 oz.) package flour tortillas
Stack tortillas and cut with a sharp knife into thin strips.
2 cups grated Colby Jack or Cheddar cheese
In a greased 9"x13" glass baking pan, layer half of tortillas strips, half of chicken mixture, and half of cheese; repeat. Bake for 30 min at 350 degrees. (I usually cover with foil for 25 min, then broil on low for the last 5 min to get the cheese just a little toasty.)
Posted by Leslie at 5:39 PM 10 comments
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
O.k., So Ask Me Anything
I'm here. I still exist. I've been pretty busy lately, what with being a mom, having spring break, getting the house ready and then putting it on the market, having my wonderful brother come stay with us, and having his fabulous wife come visit. Somehow, I haven't been blogging. Hmmm, I don't know what's wrong with me.
Anyway, with all that's been going on, my brain has turned to oatmeal, and I can't think of what to blog about. So, . . . to steal an idea from other blogs:
This is your chance to ask me that question that you've just been dying to ask me. Go ahead, ask. I'll answer your questions in a follow-up post. So, go ahead. No, seriously, you can ask.
"I promise, I won't do whatever HE did to get thrown out there!"
"Come on. . . show me what you've got."
Don't ya just want to kiss that face?
Posted by Leslie at 6:41 PM 13 comments
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Tender Mercies of December 21, 1994
When I turned in my mission papers, I put my availability date as the Wednesday after New Year's Day. When my call came (in late October), I was to report to the MTC the Wednesday before Christmas! Oh, what an internal struggle! My family was everything to me, and I had accepted the fact that I would be leaving them. But at Christmas?! Christmas is the holiday that encompasses all of the goodness of family! I remember going to my room and crying and crying and praying.
Finally, I decided that I couldn't say to the Lord, "I'll serve you, but it has to be on my terms." So, I did my best to "suck it up" and move forward. When December 21, 1994 arrived, I was all packed, set apart (the night before), and dressed as a missionary. Just before leaving our house, I realized that it had never occured to me that I might want a scripture case. When I casually mentioned this, my little brother quietly slipped out of the room. He returned with his own scripture case, which he had just emptied, and handed it to me. That simple act touched my heart deeply.
We put my two suitcases and a carry-on (with the scripture case, which I still have) into the car, loaded up, and headed for the MTC, which was about an hour away. It's hard to articulate what I was feeling at this time. I think my heart was breaking in two, yet I tried to not let it show.
There is a short presentation for the new missionaries and their families, when they first arrive at the MTC, after which, the missionaries leave out one door, and the families leave out another door. As I was walking away from my family, with my heart literally breaking in two, I thought to myself, "This is insane! Why am I leaving my family four days before Christmas??? I'm going back to them. They love me! I KNOW they'll take me home!"
Just before I actually put this new plan into action, I remember offering a quick, silent, urgent, very heartfelt prayer that went something like this, "Heavenly Father, Is this where I'm supposed to be?? In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen." After I said, "Jesus Christ" and before I could say, "Amen" I was filled with a complete, total, and undeniable sense of peace. I couldn't have received a clearer answer. I knew I was supposed to be there.
So, I navigated the luggage-filled hallway, found my luggage, and realized for the first time, that I did not have petite Sister Missionary-friendly luggage. It was bulky, large, heavy, and I think it had the very first set of tiny wheels ever put on any luggage. You know the kind of wheels -- if you can manage to keep the luggage at just the right angle at all times, they will indeed help the luggage to roll along. If however, you are trying to manage two large, bulky suitcases of this kind, along with a carry-on and a backpack, and you're five-foot-nothing, and you are emotionally exhausted, and you don't even know where you are to take all of this stuff, . . . well then, you might be tempted to utter a curse word. O.k., YOU, of course, wouldn't do that, being a newly set-apart missionary and having just had the most spiritual and direct answer to any prayer you had ever uttered. Unfortunately, I am not you. Yup, I cursed. And, not even what I consider to be the milder curse words, nope, I went straight to an intermediate curse word.
As I was trying to get out the big glass doors, with all of my luggage, and the huge lump in my throat, I looked up to see two Elders coming toward me. As a tender mercy of the Lord, (despite my inappropriate language) I recognized one of the Elders as a classmate of mine from High School. I didn't know him well, but I knew him! He and his companion helped me with my luggage, and got me to the correct dorm. I have no idea what events transpired in his life to get him to the MTC when I was there, rather than when he was 19, nor do I know if he even completed his mission. What I do know, is that he was an instrument in the Lord's hands that day in helping a distraught sister missionary to know that the Lord was mindful of her. I don't even remember his name, but I do hope that he will be blessed for his kind act that day.
The peace that I had received in answer to my urgent prayer stayed with me, and saw me through the first several months of my mission. I will forever be grateful to the Lord for hearing and answering prayers, and for the acts of compassion of those around me. (Oh, and for forgiving curse words.)
Posted by Leslie at 6:35 PM 13 comments
Labels: Just Thinkin', Me, Stories
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Snippets, Tidbits, The Passing of an Age, and Kids Stuff
Brianna refers to herself as "Nana" and she calls Ben, "Me". We don't know why she calls him Me, but it's very cute.
Often, when Brianna is looking for something/someone she will call out, "Waaah you?" (meaning: where are you?) So, when she calls for Ben, she says, "Me-e, waaah you?"
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I had a knock on the door earlier this week. It was someone going door to door for Barak O'bama. He asked if I was voting for Barak, and I told him that I was undecided. He left a brochure-type thing for O'bama.
When I shut the door, Ben wanted to know what that was all about. I told him that it was time for us to choose a new President of the United States, but that I wasn't sure who to vote for yet.
He said, "I know who you should vote for."
Me: "Oh ya, who is that?"
Ben: "Daddy!"
Then, after we actually voted, James and I were talking about who we had voted for, and Ben said, "I wish I could vote. I would vote for Daddy! Then he would be President, and he could tell everybody what to do!"
James: "Actually, there would be a lot of people trying to tell me what to do."
Ben: "Ya, but then you could just say, 'YOU, . . . get out of here!!' . . . Mommy, why didn't you vote for daddy?"
Me: "Well, because I REALLY don't want daddy to be President. He would be gone even more than he is now."
Ben: "He would???!"
Me: "A LOT more."
James: "Yup. If there's one person more busy than a resident, it would be the president!"
Ben: "Nevermind. If I could vote, I would vote for my toys. Then no one would have to work, and we could all be free!"
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My sister, the one who got me into blogging, the one who, in trying to get me to start a blog, wrote, and I quote, "Please imagine me with a gun to your head demanding it. I want it that bad. :)" She has retired from blogging.
I think I'm in mourning. Everyday, for the past two years, I've been able to visit her in cyberspace. To find out what's going on in her life, be entertained, be educated. Now, abruptly, that connection is gone. If she weren't my sister, and if I didn't know I'd be able to communicate with her again, I would be angry and feel cheated. But, I know that I will have the opportunity to bask in her genius humor, her charitable personality, and her incredible writings again someday! . . . At least I better!!!
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We had a "blizzard" here this weekend. It was a respectable snow storm which left about a foot of snow on the ground -- more where there were drifts. So, when I found out that Church was cancelled, I said, "We're not in Utah anymore!"
Today actually turned out to be beautiful and sunny! We were able to have Church at home. James invited two of our friends' families over for Church. It was very nice. James had set up the basement for church. He made three rows with our couches and futon. Then he had speakers set up with prelude music playing. He got his laptop set up to accompany our hymns. And he prepared the sacrament. We had two wonderful lessons by our friends -- one for the grown-ups and one for the kids.
Then we all shared a wonderful dinner! It was a great "snow day." I doubt we'll see any more of those -- especially not where we're moving. Oh, there'll be snow, they just won't cancel anything for it.
Well, at least we will have fond memories of the time when we had Church at home. Ben said, "Today was the very best Church EVER!!"
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Thank goodness for antibiotics! Our sweet baby girl has been sick once again. She had quite the swollen lymph nodes on both sides of her neck, just below her ears. She was miserable, and feverish, and hadn't slept well for several nights in a row. But, after two doses of the antibiotic, she slept for fifteen hours straight and woke up feeling much more like her sweet, cheery self!
She is such a little ray of sunshine! Her middle name is so very appropriate: Joy!
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In Nursery, a few weeks ago, Brianna noticed that another little girl's nose was runny. She went over to the table, got a tissue, wiped the girl's nose, and threw the tissue in the garbage! She is 20 months going on 20 years!
Posted by Leslie at 6:32 PM 12 comments
Labels: Family, James, Just Thinkin', Me, My Kids
Monday, March 3, 2008
Agency and the Atonement RS Lesson
It was my turn to teach Relief Society again. So, here's my lesson:
My daughter, Brianna, loves to do grown-up things (i.e., brush teeth, talk on the phone, empty the dishwasher, etc.) She has a special affinity for doors. She loves to close doors. I think it’s the appeal of being such a tiny person moving such a BIG thing.
One day, Brianna kept going into the dark bathroom, and shutting herself in, then crying and crying and crying, until someone would come to her rescue. As I was rescuing her for the umpteenth time, I realized that little toddlers aren’t the only ones who try something or do something -- thinking it will be fun, or a great adventure, or even funny -- only to realize that they’ve gotten themselves into a situation that’s way over their head, and a bit scary, and that they cannot get out of it without help. We all do it at one time or another.
Could I, as a parent, out of concern for my daughter’s welfare, remove all doors from her life? Would that be practical? Would that even be helpful to her?
Doors serve many purposes. What are some of the purposes that doors can serve?
Brianna’s going to encounter many doors in her life. Some will be heavy, some will be harder to open or re-open. What could I do, as a kind and loving parent, to help her with the doors she will encounter?
Help her learn the consequences of different doors.
Give her the skills/tools she needs to open closed doors (which would include the key).
Come to her aid when she cries for help.
For our lesson’s purposes, the doors that we will encounter in our lives will represent opportunities to exercise our agency.
(2 Nephi 2:27)
Wherefore, men are free according to the flesh; and all things are given them which are expedient unto man. And they are free to choose liberty and eternal life, through the great Mediator of all men, or to choose captivity and death, according to the captivity and power of the devil; for he seeketh that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
Who has given us “all things . . . which are expedient”? Expedient means: tending to promote some proposed or desired object; fit or suitable for the purpose.
(Moses 1:39)
What is the Lord’s goal/object/purpose? For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
What expedient things have we been given? Savior, Atonement, Priesthood, Covenants, Church, Temple, Gospel, Scriptures, Prophets, Family, . . . .
What are our choices from this verse (2 Ne. 2:27)?
What is Satan’s goal? that all men might be miserable like unto himself.
Satan wants us to get trapped behind the door, so that we can be captive and miserable.
It seems so very black and white. Why on Earth would any of us choose captivity and death and misery according to the power of the devil?
It is not usually packaged that way, is it?
Let’s turn to Alma, chapter 36 to read about Alma the Younger, who, at this point, has been choosing door number 2. Whatever the packaging looked like for Alma, he was going about trying to destroy the Church of God, and intentionally leading people away from Christ. When we catch up with him, in verse 12, he has been stopped by an angel, and told, “If thou wilt be destroyed of thyself, seek no more to destroy the church of God.” (Alma 36:11)
When Alma hears this, “[he] was struck with such great fear and amazement lest perhaps [he] should be destroyed, that [he] fell to the earth. . . .” (Alma 36:11)
Alma 36:12-15
12 But I was racked with eternal torment, for my soul was harrowed up to the greatest degree and racked with all my sins.
13 Yea, I did remember all my sins and iniquities, for which I was tormented with the pains of hell; yea, I saw that I had rebelled against my God, and that I had not kept his holy commandments.
14 Yea, and I had murdered many of his children, or rather led them away unto destruction; yea, and in fine so great had been my iniquities, that the very thought of coming into the presence of my God did rack my soul with inexpressible horror.
15 Oh, thought I, that I could be banished and become extinct both soul and body, that I might not be brought to stand in the presence of my God, to be judged of my deeds.
Satan has Alma securely captive behind a closed door, and certainly miserable.
Howard W. Hunter, “The Golden Thread of Choice,” Ensign, Nov 1989, 17
"Given the freedom to choose, we may, in fact, make wrong choices, bad choices, hurtful choices. And sometimes we do just that, but that is where the mission and mercy of Jesus Christ comes into full force and glory. He has taken upon himself the burden of all the world’s risk. He has provided a mediating atonement for the wrong choices we make. He is our advocate with the Father and has paid, in advance, for the faults and foolishness we often see in the exercise of our freedom. We must accept his gift, repent of those mistakes, and follow his commandments in order to take full advantage of this redemption. The offer is always there; the way is always open. We can always, even in our darkest hour and most disastrous errors, look to the Son of God and live."
So, how do we accept Christ’s gift?
Alma 36:17
17 And it came to pass that as I was thus racked with torment, while I was harrowed up by the memory of my many sins, behold, I remembered also to have heard my father prophesy unto the people concerning the coming of one Jesus Christ, a Son of God, to atone for the sins of the world.
As a kind and loving parent, Alma the Elder had given his son the key to the closed door. He gave him a foundation on which his faith in Christ could grow and he provided hope to him through the Atonement of Christ.
Let’s continue our reading in Alma 36, verses 18-21
18 Now, as my mind caught hold upon this thought, I cried within my heart: O Jesus, thou Son of God, have mercy on me, who am in the gall of bitterness, and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death.
19 And now, behold, when I thought this, I could remember my pains no more; yea, I was harrowed up by the memory of my sins no more.
20 And oh, what joy, and what marvelous light I did behold; yea, my soul was filled with joy as exceeding as was my pain!
21 Yea, I say unto you, my son, that there could be nothing so exquisite and so bitter as were my pains. Yea, and again I say unto you, my son, that on the other hand, there can be nothing so exquisite and sweet as was my joy.
(Alma 36:18 - 21)
The same key that freed Alma is available to each of us: The Atonement of Jesus Christ. It is entirely up to us whether or not to accept that gift, and use that key.
2 Ne. 9:46
Prepare your souls for that glorious day when justice shall be administered unto the righteous, even the day of judgment, that ye may not shrink with awful fear; that ye may not remember your awful guilt in perfectness, and be constrained to exclaim: Holy, holy are thy judgments, O Lord God Almighty—but I know my guilt; I transgressed thy law, and my transgressions are mine; and the devil hath obtained me, that I am a prey to his awful misery. (2 Nephi 9:46)
Howard W. Hunter, “The Golden Thread of Choice,” Ensign, Nov 1989, 17
"To fully understand this gift of agency and its inestimable worth, it is imperative that we understand that God’s chief way of acting is by persuasion and patience and long-suffering, not by coercion and stark confrontation. He acts by gentle solicitation and by sweet enticement. He always acts with unfailing respect for the freedom and independence that we possess. He wants to help us and pleads for the chance to assist us, but he will not do so in violation of our agency. He loves us too much to do that, and doing so would run counter to his divine character."
What does our Heavenly Father, as a kind and loving parent, do for each of us to help us with the doors that we each will face?
How can we apply that as we deal with loved ones?
How is it possible that Alma’s pain and torment were so completely transformed into joy?
D&C 19:16-19
16 For behold, I, God, have suffered these things for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent;
17 But if they would not repent they must suffer even as I;
18 Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, and to suffer both body and spirit—and would that I might not drink the bitter cup, and shrink—
19 Nevertheless, glory be to the Father, and I partook and finished my preparations unto the children of men.
Boyd K. Packer, “The Brilliant Morning of Forgiveness,” Ensign, Nov 1995, 18
"So many live with accusing guilt when relief is ever at hand. So many are like the immigrant woman who skimped and saved and deprived herself until, by selling all of her possessions, she bought a steerage-class ticket to America.
"She rationed out the meager provisions she was able to bring with her. Even so, they were gone early in the voyage. When others went for their meals, she stayed below deck—determined to suffer through it. Finally, on the last day, she must, she thought, afford one meal to give her strength for the journey yet ahead. When she asked what the meal would cost, she was told that all of the meals had been included in the price of her ticket."
What are some reasons that people might choose to remain locked behind a door, rather than to use the key?
Closing:
Howard W. Hunter, “The Golden Thread of Choice,” Ensign, Nov 1989, 17
"To countermand and ultimately forbid our choices was Satan’s way, not God’s, and the Father of us all simply never will do that. He will, however, stand by us forever to help us see the right path, find the right choice, respond to the true voice, and feel the influence of his undeniable Spirit. His gentle, peaceful, powerful persuasion to do right and find joy will be with us 'so long as time shall last, or the earth shall stand, or there shall be one man upon the face thereof to be saved.'” (Moro. 7:36.)
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
(Revelation 3:20)
The key to all doors = faith in Christ and acceptance of his Atoning sacrifice for us individually.
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Thursday, February 28, 2008
Recent Pictures
This is a meager attempt to show the work that my mom and I did. This picture fails to show the depth of the boxes. They are two deep, and equally high. This is the stuff that we put into storage. The pile of stuff we threw away, and/or donated, I believe would rival this. Whew! That was a LOT of work! 'Couldn't have done it without you, mom!! Thanks!!
This was one of those moments that makes your heart melt, as a parent. Brianna usually likes to run around and play during scriptures and prayers. This night, however, of her own accord, she knelt down, and folded her cute little hands. Ben then wanted to be right. next. to. her. So precious!
Tonight, Ben made a "bed" out of our couch pillows for he and Brianna! They were having SUCH FUN!!
And, here, Brianna is playing a game on Daddy's PSP, while receiving a great deal of coaching from Big Brother!
Last, but not least, Daddy and Brianna having a photo-shoot just before Church! They completely adore each other -- as is proper!!
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