Wif, Food Logs, and Lehi's Dream

Starling always says "wif".

"Wif we go to the store, can we get cotton balls?"

"Wif we go to the library, how many books can I get?"

"Can I paint wif I clean up the tea set?"

(Cowgirl with blanket horse.)

(She lost her cat-cat hat the other day. She was so beside herself, and I was so tired of looking while having her sob, "but I want cat-cat hat" as I repeated that I knew she wanted cat-cat hat but I could not find cat-cat hat, that I finally said a prayer that "wif" it was anywhere in this little house, I could please find it. It immediately occurred to me to check some dresser drawers--where I found it bundled in with some fuzzy socks.)

Also, here is the "bird fan" (and some other hanging thing) she called for me to come see in the girls' room yesterday. She is forever taping and snipping and cutting and coloring--turning cotton balls and sticks and paper plates and scraps of paper into whatever she dreams up. Fun little four-year-old person.

Jesse has to do a three-day food log for his health class. For every single thing he eats he has to record "like one million nutrition facts" (as he puts it). He finds it so unbelievably tedious that he has mostly preferred to just ... starve himself. Hahah. Poor kid. I'm guessing that won't quite teach him what his teacher hoped he'd learn from this experiment; but I wonder ... if that's how diets that have you log all your food and calories into an app prove to be so successful? By just being so tiresome that it becomes easier to ... not eat at all?

But Jesse. Look at this picture I recently unearthed of him for something his seminary teacher was doing. Dearest little boy on his baptism day. Oh how I miss every single past age of each of my kids!

I was telling the kids about Lehi's Dream in the Book of Mormon the other day. They've heard the elements of his vision many times, but, perhaps because we were studying the New Testament just prior to our leap into 1st Nephi, Hans declared, "This should be in the Book of Revelation!" Indeed it would fit rather perfectly there. (Why, at the end of Nephi's similar vision he actually sort of passes the baton to John the Revelator if you recall, so Hans was fairly spot on!) Anyway, I loved that my little seven-year-old was making connections about symbolism in scripture. I generally fret that I have taught them jack squat in our 5 minutes of scripture time before school, so seeing that any of it is planted in their little heads is a great reason for rejoicing--even if all that is planted is, "This story seems just as crazy as that other story!"

(Hans and his siblings having me send a picture to their Aunt Megan to show her how they felt when they heard she'd stopped by ... while they weren't home to see her.)

Making magna-tile maze houses for Skittles the hamster. (Also, my favorite area of this rental [not that there are many areas to choose from mind] is the girls' bunk-house room and its accompanying little ... I don't know what you call it--it's the area beyond those French doors you can see that they use as a little playroom. Starling just calls it "the fuzzy carpet room". [It does have a very fuzzy, shag-style rug. Bits of that fuzzy carpet are always somehow all over the house.])

Hey Skittles. I'm glad Biscuit, who they hadn't realized was sleeping on a nearby chair when they got you out, didn't wake and gobble you up. 

Some sort of after-baking shenanigans going on.

This fog! Will I never stop posting it? No. I don't think I can.

And lastly, Anders looking through his Pokémon binder when he should have been sleeping. It occurred to me, while looking at these pictures, that I have been trying to get kids to go to bed for over 23 years now. Ah well. What else would I have been doing. (Well, perhaps sleeping myself. But never mind that.)