Posts Tagged ‘ Anita ’

Once upon a time there were three pairs of jeans. One fit well and was well-loved.  So well loved there came to be big holes over the knees.  The second and third pairs were cute – but didn’t fit so well.  Not really.  Not after four little heirs to the throne came along. And so the...
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I’ve been trying to be “sneaky.” How’s that? I’ve been trying to both keep this little piece of cyberspace going, AND follow Elder Bednar’s counsel to not let digital distractions (for me, facebook & blogging) detract from real life. I’m grateful that television programs and the like aren’t big time-suckers for me.  “All” I really needed to...
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I’m in the middle of sleep training. Sleep-training the baby? No.  Not really.  He’s doing alright, all things considered. The two year old?  Nope.  He’s made the transition into the toddler bed without too much fuss over the last few weeks.  Good job, little man!  I’m in the middle of sleep-training myself. I shall explain, and since it’s my...
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Remember what the Birthday Fairy brought C this year? The parents kids have enjoyed them to no end, as you will see. Yes, Eagle won the binky war. For now, anyway. He started searching out small choking hazards and putting them in his mouth in absence of the pacifier… You understand. Added note:...
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Here we go again! Ever determined to absolutely annihilate the clutter – not just shuffle it around like I used to do – I happily bring you another update. What happened to the stuff when I cleaned out my hiding-junk-cupboard? And the not-so-stealthily-hiding-junk shelf? Well, the trash got trashed, the give-away-stuff got given away (or is bagged for...
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Setting: Primary (the class for children at church, where they get to sing and hear scripture stories and sing some more) Spot Light child time!  Yay! Everybody stands up, and a teacher reads from a simple bio-sheet the parents filled out previously.  We don’t have a huge Primary, so the teachers all fill them out to....
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Have you ever read someones journal without permission? <crickets chirping> I have. <guilty look on face> Don’t worry.  I ‘fessed up and now it’s an inside joke.  Sort of.  The kind you go…cringe, ah-heh!… about. <love you, Mom!> It was a long time ago.  Way long.  Like, at least 2 years ago.  I think. But the journal was over 30 years...
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