Saturday, November 20, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Moments later, I began singing a hymn, "I am a Child of God." Instantly, she stopped. I continued singing to her for about 40 minutes, nonstop, until we got home. I sang every primary song I could think of. There was just something about being able to sing to her for so long; something about her quiet response. There were even a few moments when I heard her "singing," too.
I love these moments, when I realize what motherhood is really about. I love my sweet baby mine.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
One thing that always aggravates me is when I see a car... or truck... or SUV... or any vehicle... taking up two spaces in the parking lot. In fact, I get so worked up about it that I want to find that person and punch them.
I know it sounds harsh, but it's true. I really have the urge to yell at them and punch them in the face.
I will attempt to take out my frustration on this blog, and maybe it will help me to vent and not have the urge to give people black eyes.
Who do you think you are? Do you really think that you deserve two parking spaces? Even if your car was expensive, or if your car is big, does that give you the right to take a parking spot away from someone else? If you're going to be so rude, please at least park at the BACK of the lot. If you park in the back you are not a nuisance, and in fact, I would applaud you. You would be taking care of your own needs without bothering someone else.
But, you see, person-who-takes-up-two-parking-spots-with-one-vehicle, it makes me really upset when I see you take up two parking spots at the front of the lot. What about the lady with 5 kids in her van who has to park another 25 spots away and lug her kids all the way to the store? What about the person who has a bum knee but can't get a handicapped sticker? You're just going to be so rude as to prove you are better than them, and that you deserve more because your car is better? That's what you're saying by your actions.
Chances are you owe a smackload of money on that car, while some of us are more frugal and bought a vehicle we could afford. Do you think you are better than me because you're in debt with that gorgeous vehicle? Sure, my car is nothing to brag about, but I would have appreciated that spot, too.
I can't believe what a jerk you are. I am trying to be nice, but I'm growling at everyone in the store because I'm so frustrated by you. I'm looking at everyone because I want to find your nincompoop face and punch it. Lucky for you, you're probably wearing a smile and I'll never detect it's you who's the parking lot fiend. You'll never get the punch in the face you deserve.
And, yes, I realize I'm in the wrong for being so upset about this. I realize I may have some repenting to do. But that doesn't mean you can't have a little courtesy. All I ask is that you park at the back. That's all. Park at the back. Then I won't have to get so worked up all the time.
Okay, that's enough.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
That's all it turned out to be: an idea. I had every intention of coming up with a costume for Jared & I, but then life happened. I got busy, and my intentions went out the window. (Besides, we all know that the road made with good intentions never got paved, right?)
On Friday, Jared took Megan to his dad's work to go trick-or-treating (which was really just an excuse to show off the grandkids). Megan's cousin Kienan went, too. Here is a picture of Nana & Papa with their lamb & tiger.
Here's a close-up of our m&m-eating-lamb.
Friday night was our ward Halloween Carnival. Here are Megan & Evie. I can never resist taking pictures of these two at every opportunity. (side note: I can't help but notice how HUGE Megan's cheeks look in these pictures. Just call her Queen Chubbacheeks.)
Then on Saturday, we went over to Nana & Papa's house. We didn't plan on taking Megan trick-or-treating at all (I know, we're so lame! But she's ONE and it's COLD!). But, Nana & I did end up taking her out trick-or-treating to about 20 houses. She was a tired, tired baby when we got home.
Then on Sunday, on the real Halloween, we went to church.