I love my kids. They give me gray hair, but I just love them. There are some days, like Wed, when I call Scott crying saying I'll be back in 5 years "I promise" and then there's days like today.
Sophia made a beaded necklace in Nursery today without any help from anyone. Those chubby little 3 year old fingers individually beaded like 30 little beads. Then when she saw her big sister Grace, she gave it to her just because. -Later, when Sophia flooded the upstairs bathroom sink with toilet paper, my boys Oliver and Spencer cleverly used a scoop strainer to clean it out without making a huge mess and then cleaned up whatever mess was there.- To top it off, in church today, Grace who's 7 got up and bore her testimony totally unsolicited and without any help.
I was complaining the other day because there aren't any awards or any kind of instant gratification when you're a Mom, but a day like today it doesn't matter. Nothing can compare to the feeling you get when you see your child doing the right things because they want to and not because they have to.
A lot of people argue that staying at home doesn't make a huge difference in the way children turn out. There are a lot of really awsome productive people who had two working parents. I have to be honest, I don't know for a fact that isn't true. But-what a difference it has made in me! I would never trade the time with my little ones, or the lessons they've taught me for anything in the world. I know Heavenly Father knows exactly what we need to learn and answers our prayers. Maybe if we all looked at our trials as opportunities for greater blessings, we'd be more content and optimistic, eh?
Shut up Candice.
Sophia made a beaded necklace in Nursery today without any help from anyone. Those chubby little 3 year old fingers individually beaded like 30 little beads. Then when she saw her big sister Grace, she gave it to her just because. -Later, when Sophia flooded the upstairs bathroom sink with toilet paper, my boys Oliver and Spencer cleverly used a scoop strainer to clean it out without making a huge mess and then cleaned up whatever mess was there.- To top it off, in church today, Grace who's 7 got up and bore her testimony totally unsolicited and without any help.
I was complaining the other day because there aren't any awards or any kind of instant gratification when you're a Mom, but a day like today it doesn't matter. Nothing can compare to the feeling you get when you see your child doing the right things because they want to and not because they have to.
A lot of people argue that staying at home doesn't make a huge difference in the way children turn out. There are a lot of really awsome productive people who had two working parents. I have to be honest, I don't know for a fact that isn't true. But-what a difference it has made in me! I would never trade the time with my little ones, or the lessons they've taught me for anything in the world. I know Heavenly Father knows exactly what we need to learn and answers our prayers. Maybe if we all looked at our trials as opportunities for greater blessings, we'd be more content and optimistic, eh?
Shut up Candice.
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Oh, I thought about starting a blog called That which nourishes me destroys me. It will be based loosely based on Angelina Jolie's stomach, But more so about the political invalid. Hmm? Michael Moore is already trying to comment on it.
OK, Heather and I've decided that we need to spend a weekend with just Renee and Candice. That'd be HILARIOUS!
Sara, don't be such a Debbie Downer! I had to reread your comment 4 times before I understood what the crap you were talking about!... Hey, what China buffet?
You shut up. I need a drink.
You're not going to believe this!! Do you remember Sister Witt from Hanau? She was our laurel's advisor? Her daughter is in my ward here!!!!!
I put one too many "based" in the second comment so dang lay off the sauce. The China Buffet by Wal-Mart. In that super crap center strip mall where everyone goes to stuff their holes and then buy fat clothes that are ugly at CATO. This guy was wearing SINBAD pants. What are those called? Tight at the ankles elastic waist and fugly patterns.
I think they are called "parachute pants". My sister and I refer to them as "dookie pants". Ha!
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