From the Mouth of Babes

The Big O said the following to me yesterday, while he was helping me prepare our vegetable garden, “Mommy, when I help you I can feel Jesus in my heart.”

A little bit later, “Mommy, when I hear the birds sing, I feel Jesus in my heart.”

Today he said, “I love this Earth. Jesus and Heavenly Father are really nice guys for making it for us.”

Lately he has also been saying, “I love everyone in the whooooooole world.”

I am very grateful that the Big O has wonderful Primary teachers--and that he is actually paying attention to them.

Haircut

After about two years of thinking about it, I finally cut off my hair.

A lot of my hair. Most of my hair. Nearly all of my hair.

It's been three weeks since the haircut and I am still getting used to it--sometimes I look in the mirror and think, " WHO is that?" or "Good heavens what have I done?!"

Here are some before and after photos:




And after:






I've had long hair pretty much all my life, so this is a drastic change for me. Some days I like it. Some days I'm not so sure.

Some days I mistake myself for a boy.

10 Months

Today Large S is ten months old.

It is astonishing how quickly those months have past.

Happy Ten Months Large S!

Large S Swings

Large S sometimes likes swinging. Wheeeeeeee!

Your Little Piggies Can Reveal Your Destiny

My toes--- I have always felt that there was something special about them. That maybe they were weather vanes to my soul. Then I found this.

It is true then! My toes reveal my destiny!

And Britney Spears' toes! With proper and regular toe reading, they could have saved her from her downfall.

Teeth Week

Last week was a teeth week for the Thteeds. Each of us, except for Large S, visited the dentist.
But the Large S's first two teeth became visible last week--so it really was all about the teeth last week.

Hooray for teeth!

It was the Big O's first visit ever. And it did not go well. He didn't even want to get in the dentist chair and go up and down! I had to wrestle him into my lap while I sat on it--not fun. He wouldn't even look at the hygienist. He hid his face in his shoulder. She was trying so hard too, it was embarrassing for me. She was talking in silly voices, making balloon people out of the latex gloves, being generally goofy, all effort to get Big O to be comfortable and let her count his teeth. She did a great job and clearly is experienced with children, so it must work with some kids, just not mine. It was so frustrating because he has been to the office a few times before this, just to get comfortable with the whole place. We had even spent a lot of time talking about this visit, he even wore his dinosaur shirt especially so the dentist could count the T-Rex's teeth too. He knew what was going to happen and even seemed excited by it but as soon as they wanted to count his teeth, he wanted nothing to do with them. Argh.

I scheduled another appointment for him in October but I am thinking about canceling it since I think it will turn out pretty much just like this one did and frankly, I don't want to waste my money again.

Theric and I however, we were very well behaved for the dentist. We sat right in the chair and did what we were told, even without latex-glove dinosaurs. We opened wide and moved our tongues and let the spit sucker suck our spit.

They even gave us presents for being good--he got a toothbrush and I got melon-flavored tooth rub.

Money well spent.