Boys Boys Boys. . .

~Sept, 2012
We had some visitors over and of course A and E were bouncing off the walls. Head butting their legs, jumping on their back and freaking out. So I chucked them both in the kitchen and told them, "You are out of control." Angrily A turns to me, hands on his hips and snaps, "No Mom! YOU are out of control!"

~Aug. 2012
A comes up to me and tells me very officially, "Mom, I'm smarter than you. I'm not smarter than Dad, but I am smarter than you."

~July 4th, 2012
A and E were wrestling today and it was A's day. He was doing really good keeping his little brother subdued, although E put up a pretty good fight. Once they were finished, Daddy and I told E he did a really good job! He looked over at Daddy M angrily from the floor and said, "No, I din not!!" he flailed his arms on the ground and continued, "He's still alive!"

~June 2012
E and A were playing T-ball today with A's new gear. I of course laid down the rules. No hitting anyone with the bat. No swinging at the ball until every body and body part is clear. Simple enough. Not 5 minutes into it, I hear a blood curdling scream from A. E runs inside, eyes big, and says, "I din'n know what I was doing!" Big brother had a pretty good goose egg on his head.

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Saturday, January 30, 2010

This is the place

I went to the temple today. Some of you may not know what that is, but I'm sure you've seen or heard of them before. I had the blessed opportunity to go the the Provo Temple. My wonderful husband watched our kids. And I remember feeling and thinking the entire time I was driving. . . I really don't want to be doing this right now, I mean I could be napping, orrrr playing that one game. Jennifer listen to yourself. YOU think napping or playing a stupid game is a better use of your time? Hmmm... yeah. Going to the temple is much more important than almost any excuse I could make.

You know those days when you have something you really don't want to do, but you know afterward you won't regret it. EVER. Some really simple examples for me in my life. Exercising- I hate exercising, but I always feel SOOO much better afterward. I never think; Gee that was a waste of my time. Same for going to church. Our church has just changed their time to 9 am. Yeah, I know! That's NOT that early. BUT for me, I still look like a ghost at 9 am. Some Sundays, if not almost all- I think to myself. I really don't want to get up. My bed is warm. Just let me sleep some more. But I never regret going to church. That is how it is for the temple. At least that is how it is for me. I usually do not feel like going, but I know afterward that I will be glad that I did. 
I am just so glad the temple is a close as it is and that the sessions are 20 minutes apart. If I barely miss one, the next will be soon, which is such a relief. I don't have to take a weekend off to attend a session or drive 1/2 hour or longer to get there. I don't have to entirely concern myself with leaving on time. I can go almost whenever I feel like it.

My New Year's goal this year was to go to the temple at least once a month. So far I'm right on track! I hope this is one resolution I won't forget about.

I wish all of you could be in a session with me. That would make me so happy. It is such a beautiful feeling and experience. I saw three people I knew at the temple today and it made me so happy to see them there.
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Sheri said...

I loved your comments about the temple: ) I too love the feeling of being in the temle and the calmness that stays in your heart and mind for days after being there. I too would love to be there with you. Next time you come up we will have to take a drive and go to the temple. I am so glad you like being there. That makes me VERY Happy. I find my best answers and most peace when I am there.
LOVE MOM

January 31, 2010 at 8:58 PM

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