A Child's Prayer

Alan got to say the prayer in primary (the children's Sunday School) today. We didn't get to hear it but we were told that he put a lot of thought into it.

"Heavenly Father,

Please help me to do better.
Please get me more toys for Christmas.
Please get me more stuff.
Please help me to get more toys.
Please help me get more treats."

I am told that it went on for quite a while.

At least he is putting thought into his prayers.

Christmas Presents

Early in our marriage John and I went to see Lord of the Rings and got a "souvenir" movie cup. Because we have no desire to drink from the giant cup it became our pencil holder. Well, it just became part of the background and we never really thought about it, until a few weeks ago when my brother and his family were over for dinner and they confessed that it was rather disturbing to look over at dinner and see Gollum staring at you.

Really? You mean that doesn't make you want to take second helpings? That's odd. So for Christmas I helped the boys make Dad some new pencil jars. I remembered doing something similar to this when I was in elementary school. I think they did a really good job with out too much help from me. John says we now display "Modern Art" in our home. Aren't we hip.

So long Gollum!

Tis the Season

Last summer when Alan was complaining about being hungry (If you know Alan you know he's always hungry), he said to me "Mom, remember that season when everyone kept coming by bringing us treats? I really like that season."

You know what Alan? I like that season too.

May your days be chocolaty and delicious! And let's all pretend that it's fat free!

Pretend fake bowling

Today I found my kids pretending to fake bowl. They weren't pretending to bowl for real. They were pretending to play the Wii that we do not own. They were even fighting over who's turn it was, not being satisfied when I told them they could both play at the same time.

No John. This doesn't mean we need to go buy a Wii.

That's a strike for sure!

Santa and the Boys

No funny story or anything to go along with this picture. It's just the kids sitting on Santa's lap. I'm thinking about framing this one though. Look at those smiles. Those are genuine smiles. Every once in a while you catch a picture where the kids smiles hold a thousand memories of genuine smiles given to you in happy moments. This one does that for me. I love these smiles. Thanks Jason for taking the picture.

Flowers

I love getting flowers. OK, so these aren't really flowers, but I love receiving them all the same. Every time Hyrum and I are out on a walk he has to get "flowers" for me. Actually you'll notice in this picture that there are four flowers. One for me, one for John, one for Alan, and one for Hyrum. I love real flowers, even though I only get them about once a year (hint, hint), but these "flowers" make me smile. I'll happily display them on my kitchen table any day.

I'm Just not Sold on Facebook

I know I am probably the last person in the world who is not on Facebook, but really, I'm not sure I want to be. I'm all about reconnecting with friends. There are a lot of people that I would love to find out how they are doing. I want to find out that they got married, that they got their phd., that their making eight bucks and hour working at the quickie mart. That’s great! I'd love to know how they are doing, but I thought that was what blogstalking was for (Come on, everybody does it. Don't worry I'm not offended that your reading my blog but you haven't left a comment to say hi, I might cry a little, but I'll get over it).

Really, there are different levels of friendship. There are the old friends that I want to keep in touch with, the ones that I'd like to know how they are doing but don't expect a Christmas card (actually that probably goes for all of you. I don't think I'm going to send out Christmas cards until I can get a decent picture of my family, so don't be surprised if you don't get your cards until March). And then there are the people that I can vaguely remember who they are. I know John’s gotten multiple friend requests on Facebook that all he really knows about the person is that they went to the same High School. Is it rude to turn down a friend request? I mean, I tell my kids they need to be friends to everyone, but do I have to live by the same rule? (Here I am fretting about too many people wanting to be my friend in my imaginary Facebook world. HA!)

When I look to see what’s on John’s Facebook page 80% of it is "Jo Mama is now friends with Suzie Q" Or "Suzie Q just changed her profile picture" The rest of it is mostly comments like "Jo Mama is tired from staying out all night" Occasionally you get great nuggets of information on what is going on in someone's life but you really have to weed out all the other stuff. Maybe you have to be on Facebook to really get it. So enlighten me. What is so great about Facebook? Who knows, maybe you’ll find me on there; I mean I didn’t ever think I would start a blog, but here I am.