Her favorite part was the Celestial room. She stood there staring at the beautiful chandelier. She told both her grandmothers who were close by "I just can't stop looking at it. It's so beautiful". She said the room remind her of what heaven would look like (of course that's it's purpose). She said she wanted to cry because it made her feel so happy. She left the temple just glowing. That night in family prayer she mentioned how grateful she was that we can be an eternal family. Sometimes we underestimate the spiritual power these little ones posses. I am grateful to live so close to so many temples and for the opportunity we had to take our children there.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Draper Temple
On March 14th we went with a bunch of family to the Draper temple open house. We thought it would be a good experience for the kids. Cedric slept through most of it and Jeff tried to turn the temple banister into monkey bars until we reverently took him down and apologized to the tour missionary who was eyeing him suspiciously. If you asked Jeff his favorite part, it was the cookies at the end of the tour and the bus ride. But Lily soaked it up! 
Her favorite part was the Celestial room. She stood there staring at the beautiful chandelier. She told both her grandmothers who were close by "I just can't stop looking at it. It's so beautiful". She said the room remind her of what heaven would look like (of course that's it's purpose). She said she wanted to cry because it made her feel so happy. She left the temple just glowing. That night in family prayer she mentioned how grateful she was that we can be an eternal family. Sometimes we underestimate the spiritual power these little ones posses. I am grateful to live so close to so many temples and for the opportunity we had to take our children there.
Her favorite part was the Celestial room. She stood there staring at the beautiful chandelier. She told both her grandmothers who were close by "I just can't stop looking at it. It's so beautiful". She said the room remind her of what heaven would look like (of course that's it's purpose). She said she wanted to cry because it made her feel so happy. She left the temple just glowing. That night in family prayer she mentioned how grateful she was that we can be an eternal family. Sometimes we underestimate the spiritual power these little ones posses. I am grateful to live so close to so many temples and for the opportunity we had to take our children there.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Mustard on the side
So we were at the mall food court this weekend. I was purchasing a $3 hotdog for Jefferson and asked for mustard on the side. Well, they were kind enough to put the mustard on the side.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Embarrassing Smells
I am often self-conscious of what my house smells like. Especially in the morning when I have people come to my house for preschool. You know how it is in the mornings, there's the soggy cereal on the table, freshly changed diapers that were soaked from the nights wear, etc. I refuse to make my kids eggs or other strong smelling breakfast on preschool mornings because I don't want my house to stink. With that in mind I tell the following story...
On the eve of St. Patrick's Day Tom thought it would be festive to cook corned beef and cabbage for the Irish holiday. Now, I don't like corned beef and cabbage and neither do the kids (as far as I know). So Tom (whom I love dearly) decided not only to cook some for himself, but to use the crockpot, overnight, to slowly cook the meal. When we woke up on St. Patrick's Day we were greeted with the strong, stinky aroma of corned beef and cabbage that had been slow cooking in the crockpot for the past nine hours. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant, that smell was making me nauseous enough. I tried to spray the house with Fabreeze, it was too cold to open the windows, otherwise I would have done that too. But no matter what I did, the smell was still there. The kids showed up that day for preschool and I could hear them saying to each other as they came in "what stinks?", "ew, it's stinky in here", etc. Luckily I only had one parent come in as most just drop the kids off outside by this time of the year. I explained the stench to the parent, as well as to the preschoolers. Later it was warm enough to open windows, but whenever someone came to the door I had to explain what the smell was. Every time I went outside and came back in I'd have to get used to the smell all over again. The next day I had a spontaneous call from a future preschool client wanting to come meet me and see the preschool. It didn't hit me until I was making the house look decent that it might still wreak of cabbage. You know how it is. Once you get used to the smell, you don't know if it still smells or not. I sprayed the Fabreeze again and opened the windows again. I'm pretty sure the smell was gone, but I'll never know for sure.
So the next time you want to cook something that produces a strong odor, think twice about who else will be smelling it.
If you're wondering what happened to all that corned beef and cabbage, well Tom took some to work that day for lunch (I'm sure the smell wasn't much better in the Fidelity break room). And the rest is sitting in a bowl in the freezer. If any of you like corned beef and cabbage, feel free to help yourself.
I love you Tom!
On the eve of St. Patrick's Day Tom thought it would be festive to cook corned beef and cabbage for the Irish holiday. Now, I don't like corned beef and cabbage and neither do the kids (as far as I know). So Tom (whom I love dearly) decided not only to cook some for himself, but to use the crockpot, overnight, to slowly cook the meal. When we woke up on St. Patrick's Day we were greeted with the strong, stinky aroma of corned beef and cabbage that had been slow cooking in the crockpot for the past nine hours. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant, that smell was making me nauseous enough. I tried to spray the house with Fabreeze, it was too cold to open the windows, otherwise I would have done that too. But no matter what I did, the smell was still there. The kids showed up that day for preschool and I could hear them saying to each other as they came in "what stinks?", "ew, it's stinky in here", etc. Luckily I only had one parent come in as most just drop the kids off outside by this time of the year. I explained the stench to the parent, as well as to the preschoolers. Later it was warm enough to open windows, but whenever someone came to the door I had to explain what the smell was. Every time I went outside and came back in I'd have to get used to the smell all over again. The next day I had a spontaneous call from a future preschool client wanting to come meet me and see the preschool. It didn't hit me until I was making the house look decent that it might still wreak of cabbage. You know how it is. Once you get used to the smell, you don't know if it still smells or not. I sprayed the Fabreeze again and opened the windows again. I'm pretty sure the smell was gone, but I'll never know for sure.
So the next time you want to cook something that produces a strong odor, think twice about who else will be smelling it.
If you're wondering what happened to all that corned beef and cabbage, well Tom took some to work that day for lunch (I'm sure the smell wasn't much better in the Fidelity break room). And the rest is sitting in a bowl in the freezer. If any of you like corned beef and cabbage, feel free to help yourself.
I love you Tom!
Monday, March 16, 2009
The Town Crier, Spring Time and Other Potpourri
I know I haven't blogged for a while. I've been trying to figure out how to put more video on, but I still haven't had much luck. I finally gave up and decided to just do this potpourri blog.
I was just doing the dishes and looked out the window. In our backyard I saw a large bird. I think it's some sort of falcon, and it was eating what looked like a robin or a mouse. I tried to get closer for a better look, but it flew away, food and all. It's not everyday you see a falcon in your backyard.
Lily is figuring out how to tell time on digital clocks. So every few minutes we'll hear "7:23" (or whatever the time may be). We call her the town crier because sometimes she reports the time so frequently that you'll hear "2:47... it's still 2:47". The funny thing is she'll only look at certain clocks in the house, apparently not all the clocks are good enough for the town crier. Jefferson has no idea how to tell time, but likes to do everything his big sister does. He too likes to be the town crier. Only instead of crying out the correct time, it is ALWAYS 8:52 according to Jeff.
Last week we were riding bikes at the park in 70 degree weather one day, flying kites with about 30mph wind another, and in the yard building a snowman today. You know it's officially spring in Utah when you get all four seasons within a week.
...
For Christmas Jefferson got a T-ball game. The balls are lightweight and soft. However, when you take one of these soft baseballs, a two year old and a curio cabinet, the inevitable is bound to happen (yes, he broke the glass)
The other day Lily and I had the following conversation...
Lily: I think Grandma Great is like 120 years old.
Me: No way, she's only about 78.
Lily: When you're 78 you'll be about her age.
(Side note, Grandma Great is a beautiful woman who does not look at all like she could be 78 let alone 120. Kids just have a bad perception when it comes to age.)
Same day...
Lily: Why do you get two chicken drum sticks?
Me: Because I'm eating for me and Cedric.
(silence)
Me: The food I eat helps make the milk Cedric drinks.
Lily: Oh. I thought you made mommy milk by pouring in all the ingredients and stirring.
Last night...
Lily: Cedric wishes he was me.
Me: Why?
Lily: I don't know.
Last week...
Me: Lily, what did you learn about at church today?
Lily: We learned about not lying... No, we didn't.
I was just doing the dishes and looked out the window. In our backyard I saw a large bird. I think it's some sort of falcon, and it was eating what looked like a robin or a mouse. I tried to get closer for a better look, but it flew away, food and all. It's not everyday you see a falcon in your backyard.
Lily is figuring out how to tell time on digital clocks. So every few minutes we'll hear "7:23" (or whatever the time may be). We call her the town crier because sometimes she reports the time so frequently that you'll hear "2:47... it's still 2:47". The funny thing is she'll only look at certain clocks in the house, apparently not all the clocks are good enough for the town crier. Jefferson has no idea how to tell time, but likes to do everything his big sister does. He too likes to be the town crier. Only instead of crying out the correct time, it is ALWAYS 8:52 according to Jeff.
Last week we were riding bikes at the park in 70 degree weather one day, flying kites with about 30mph wind another, and in the yard building a snowman today. You know it's officially spring in Utah when you get all four seasons within a week.
...
For Christmas Jefferson got a T-ball game. The balls are lightweight and soft. However, when you take one of these soft baseballs, a two year old and a curio cabinet, the inevitable is bound to happen (yes, he broke the glass)
The other day Lily and I had the following conversation...
Lily: I think Grandma Great is like 120 years old.
Me: No way, she's only about 78.
Lily: When you're 78 you'll be about her age.
(Side note, Grandma Great is a beautiful woman who does not look at all like she could be 78 let alone 120. Kids just have a bad perception when it comes to age.)
Same day...
Lily: Why do you get two chicken drum sticks?
Me: Because I'm eating for me and Cedric.
(silence)
Me: The food I eat helps make the milk Cedric drinks.
Lily: Oh. I thought you made mommy milk by pouring in all the ingredients and stirring.
Last night...
Lily: Cedric wishes he was me.
Me: Why?
Lily: I don't know.
Last week...
Me: Lily, what did you learn about at church today?
Lily: We learned about not lying... No, we didn't.
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