Today in Primay, one little boy gave a talk on prayer. In his talk, he told a story of a little pioneer girl who didn’t have any shoes for the journey west. The little girl prayed, and found a pair of shoes by a bush. The shoes didn’t belong to anyone, and her prayer was answered. We have been working on school shopping for Robbie, and we have told him that he is getting a new pair of shoes. After Primary today, Robbie came up and informed me that if he didn’t get any new shoes for school, he would pray and Heavenly Father would get him shoes. I smiled! (And then made Jon come and listen to his son’s idea!) Of course, on the way home, I explained that Heavenly Father helps us when we can’t do something ourselves, and that we had enough money to buy shoes. So we would just buy the shoes ourselves. To which, Robbie looked at me and said “I’d rather pray for them.” What great faith! I guess that’s why we’re supposed to be like children!
Is that a random enough title for you? I warn you now, this will be a random post. I have all these thoughts that I should post, but none of them really relate. So, I hope you’re not too asleep to follow!First, for those of you whom we have not told, we are pregnant. Yes, Jennie, we’re having another baby! Yesterday was supposed to be the magical day when we found out what flavor of baby we were having. Unfortunately, the lady doing the sonogram was not very proficient. It took her a REALLY long time to do the sonogram, and she would never definitively say what our baby was. So, sorry. You’re going to have to wait with us. She did say she THOUGHT it was a girl, but I’m not sure I want to take her word for it. So, we have definitely narrowed it down to either a boy or girl. And unfortunately for Emily, it is not twins (she informed me yesterday morning that Dora the Explorer’s mom had two babies and maybe we could too)! My doctor did say he will think of a reason to order another sonogram in a couple of months, so hopefully we’ll still know before the baby actually gets here! On the teeth subject, Robbie lost (er, had pulled) his fifth tooth yesterday. Woo hoo! It was really gangly looking and was almost all the way out, so Jon convinced Robbie to let him pull it. And he did. And Robbie didn’t even cry. So, the tooth fairy came last night, and Robbie is, of course, ecstatic!Maybe the kids and dogs subject does go together. See, somehow we have become the home for lost children and pets. Well, not really, but it’s starting to feel like it. I now have the privilege of watching a 9-year old boy, everyday, all day, for the rest of the summer. But why, Aubrey? Why would you do something like that? Apparently, I am just really nice (or crazy or any other word you would like to insert here) and a lady I visit teach at church needed help. So, I’m helping. That’s what we do. Needless to say, life has been fun. The thing I have learned the most is that if you want to appreciate your own kids, watch someone else’s for a while. It’s not that the kid I’m watching isn’t good, it’s just that he’s not my own kid. I’m grateful for my own kids who know me, and my rules, and what makes me nuts, and what makes me happy. And I love my kids. So, it’s hard, but it’s a good lesson to be reminded of.As for the dog, we are watching one for some friends. Jon and I tried the dog thing briefly, but decided we were frankly too lazy. It was a lot of work. Anyway, we had a dog join the household yesterday for the next 10 days. That’s right, the 3 kids and the extra kid weren’t enough already. The dog is actually very good, thankfully. It’s kinda amusing though. She follows us EVERYWHERE! Last night I just wanted to get a drink, and I tried to sneak out of the room without her seeing (I know, how juvenile. I’m trying to hide from a dog!) and didn’t make it. She slept in our room, and her collar jangled every time she moved, so I spent the whole night dreaming that I was wearing a skirt with bells on it. Hilarious. It’s kinda like having another kid, but one you can send outside and not worry about. I guess if I had to sum up this very long and rambling post, it would have to be with this thought. That which doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger. So, check back it a couple of weeks to see if I am dead! Love you all!
Last night, Jon’s crazy, pregnant wife sent him to get ice cream because it sounded good. Doesn’t ice cream ALWAYS sound good? Anyway, while he was in the store, he found some mint Oreos. Mmm, good (although not as good as the ice cream!). Those are definitely adult food, so we hid them from the kids on the top of the fridge. This morning, Jon grabbed one while the kids weren’t looking. After all, it’s only okay for adults to eat Oreos for breakfast! Unfortunately, Adam HEARD the bag. He didn’t see anything, but he heard the bag. He immediately stretched out his hand, and demanded “Want one cookie.” (Yeah, we’re working on his grammar!) Somehow, he KNEW what was in the bag. The rest of the day, he never forgot, and constantly asked for a cookie. Jon and I decided this must be one of the “other” gifts of the spirit not mentioned in the scriptures. Adam definitely has it! Oh, how lucky we are!
I just got home from Mom and Dad’s house. Always an adventure. Never more so than when the carpet people AND the roof people AND the grandkids plus one are there. Since there were so many people inside, we had lunch outside. The kids ate their lunch, and then the kids started playing with Allie (my parents dog for those of you who don’t know).
Frankly, I thought that was a recipe for disaster. Everytime I go in the backyard with Allie, she practically knocks me over running around, or I’m afraid I’m going to lose my leg. So, the boys were throwing sticks and she was chasing them. Then Allie would proceed to bring the stick back to whomever threw it, and a several minute wrestle to get the stick out of her mouth would ensue. So, when Adam went to get the stick from Allie, I got a little nervous, envisioning dog bites and rabies shots. Then, the most amazing thing happened. Instead of holding on to the stick for dear life, Allie actually let Adam have it. Mom then informed me that Allie plays nicer with Adam. How strange is that?!? Most of you probably think along the same lines as I do – that Allie is pretty close to the most obnoxious dog ever (in a good way!). And yet this same dog could tell the difference between my big almost six-year old, and my little two-year old. Weird. I think this could be why I’m a dog person, and not a cat person. And I’m totally gonna blame it on being pregnant, but I got a little teary eyed thinking of Allie taking care of my baby. Yeah, you’re all sniffly too, I can tell!
Anyway, nothing earth shattering. Just interesting. That’s all for now! Try and be normal (that was directed to my family . . . especially Jeff!).
So, yesterday I was sitting at the dentist’s office for about a million hours, and I had a lot of time to read. So, I picked up Time Magazine (or something along those lines) because it had a story about how your siblings affect you. It was saying that for a long time, everyone has been trying to figure out how we become the people we are. Up until now, they had decided that it was a combination of the way we were born, our parents, and later our peers. Recently, they have been doing studies that show that your siblings actually have a bigger impact on you than your parents. They did all sorts of case studies showing that kids who could work through conflict with their siblings at age 5 would be able to do the same later in life. Interesting. So, I sat and pondered this for a while, and I came to this conclusion:
We’ve been blaming the wrong people for who we are. It’s not Mom and Dad’s fault . . . IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I AM CRAZY! THANKS A LOT! Oh, and I’m pretty sure all the good stuff that you guys are is because of me! Nah, just kidding (well, kind of!) Love you all!
Last night for YM/YW in our ward, Jon bought a bunch of tickets to go to a Rangers game. The rest of us, (me, Robbie, Emily & Adam) were a little sad that we didn’t get to go, but it was okay because we were getting Happy Meals for dinner! While we were sitting in the drive thru, Jon called and said they had extra tickets. So we all got to go! And the kids got McDonalds too! Wow, amazing. Anyway, here are a few cute pictures we took.
Robbie probably had the best time at the game. He was fascinated by what was going on. He actually never lost interest, which is strange for him!
Emily didn’t have as much fun. Her job seemed to be to spill things all night long. But she sure looked cute!
As for Adam, he refused to smile for the camera, but he had fun too. He especially liked sitting next to Aunt Randi, or more specifically, Mary! Oh, and look at Mary’s cute Ranger outfit!
Anyway, it was fun! BYE!