I am reminded tonight of a story I heard years ago while attending Brigham Young University.
Karl G. Maeser the first president of BYU said, "I have been asked what I mean by 'word of honor'. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls--walls of stone, ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground--there is a possibility that in some way or another I might be able to escape; but stand me on the floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I'd die first."
We went to a chili cook off tonight. Conversations on the way to and from follow: To... Isaac: "Mom, mom, mom look over there at that Mario with a cape, over there he's wearing a cape. The Mario over there has a cape Mom, mom, mom can you see the Mario with the cape?" Britt: "Sweetie, I don't really want to look right now I just want to sit and watch the road while we are driving. Is that ok?" I: (Sigh...) "Yeah, but you're going to miss all the exciting things."
From... Isaac: "Mom, when it is summer can we go back to Cape Cod? I really like it there." Britt: "I really like it there, too." I: "Remember that house?" B: "Dawning Day...did you know that house had a name? It was called Dawning Day." I: "What is our house's name?" B: "Oh, I don't know. I guess our house doesn't have a name yet. Maybe we should think of a name for our house." I: (thinking...) "I know how about P-house?" Theron: "No, I think Yummy Food, 'cause it always has yummy food in it."
We're going to try not to be rash in our house naming. We all agreed this decision should be given a little bit more thought. Any suggestions?
Travis took the boys sledding with our neighbors. As Theron told his gymnastics coach, "They live on the side of our house." Mostly true and a bit misleading. They live in a house not in our flower bed.
Here are Gabbi, Julianna, Isaac, and Theron taking a breather.
Charlie has a new obsession. It involves any stool or box or the like and getting up higher. Tonight I went to answer the door and when I came back he was standing at the kitchen sink with a butcher knife in his hand and a smile on his face. This week...our world is changing.
This was Isaac's second attempt...thus the tears. After the drama was over we really couldn't find the tooth. It finally turned up (ten minutes and one flashlight later) about nine feet behind where Isaac was standing. Now we know why we all use the phrase "lost a tooth". I'm sure it has happened before.
Theron was making a huge mess with his toast this morning. I reached over and wiped the strawberry jam off one side of his face. MAY DAY, MAY DAY... He nearly had a nervous breakdown. I quickly wiped the jam back onto his face. This kept him from melting down but he was less than chipper with a permanent scowl on his face for the rest of the morning.
A few of you have asked about President Hinckley's Don't Ever Forget to Pray. Elizabeth Ricks wrote the music and it first appeared inFriend, Apr 2006, 11. The Friend is a magazine that our church offers to children. Elizabeth Ricks was in a meeting when President Hinckley was asked what he would most wish that the leaders of the church could teach our children. He responded: Don’t ever forget to pray. Don’t ever forget to pray. Kneel down ev’ry night and morning. Don’t ever forget, don’t ever forget, don’t ever forget to pray. I getchoked up every time I read or hear these words. I don't think I could teach my kids anything more valuable than to converse with the Lord every night and morning.
Isaac asked me what a copy cat was. I told him. I told him. Now he asks us questions just to get us to talk so he can copy us. Now he asks us questions just to get us to talk so he can copy us. It is so much fun. It is so much fun. Travis has caught copy cat fever too. Copy cat fever too. He's so helpful. He's so helpful.
We have a new little helper on our hands. At the end of a meal, when the plate, fork and half of his grub are on the floor, Charlie usually comes back to clean up after himself. Yep, that's right! He eats right off of the kitchen floor.