Our Growing Brood

Our Growing Brood

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Blood Moon


First of all..I did not take this picture. My attempts were far, far below this quality. Jacob told me about the blood moon tonight. He proceeded to tell me that he thought the second coming was going to be the day after tomorrow because the scriptures talk about a blood moon. He said that if the sun was dark tomorrow we would know it was coming. I let him know that there are some other things that have been prophesied to happen first so it would not be the day after tomorrow. I was really impressed with his knowledge. He retains information so easily. When we read scriptures and talk about what we just read, he can summarize it to a T without any difficulty. He seemed really excited for the second coming. It would definitely be an exciting thing, but do I feel ready for that sacred meeting? Do any of us feel ready to meet the Savior? The thought seems a little intimidating to me. I think I need to take a faith lesson from my 10 year old son. 

Doll Hoarder

Ashlyn can't have enough dolls in her arms when she plays at nursery. She has only been legal to attend for 2 weeks but we slipped in a few times before the big 1-8 months cause we (I) was bored of wandering the halls with her. Ever since that first visit she has been fixated on the enormous doll basket that sits atop the cabinet. It is piled high with at least 15 dolls and she does her best to get her arms around each and every one..all at the same time. She is obsessed. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Little Man

Eggs, juice & paper. Even though he can't read he is a mini-man in training. 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Drama Queen

Whenever someone says hi to Ashlyn and she's not feeling social (almost always), she will face-plant herself right on the floor and start bawling. Luckily this was at church on the semi-soft carpet. A few days ago, it was on the garage floor where she had a run-in with Uncle Bryce. I'm surprised she hasn't had more bruising on her forehead from it. She doesn't discriminate where she will plop herself down in protest like she does who she will socialize with. I think she inherited the shy gene from me.