Happy Birthday to my sweet nieces--Alissa last month and Anna this month. I'm so lame (late) in getting wishes to everyone. I did think about you--does that count for anything at all? Well, I have something for you. I had wanted to get these posted in time for the big days, but that obviously didn't happen. Do you recognize anyone?
Check out Alissa's expression in this picture--what did you just eat? What a bunch of cuties! I love these pictures.








Does that picture of Chad look like George or what? All my brothers look like their dad, but Chad is totally the spittin' image of him. I guess it all depends on the age, but hey, it's there.



I want to know what happened to this hammock? I'm ready to live this life again. Does anyone remember the overalls? I loved them and lived in them. My mother was totally appalled when I came home with overalls. But there was this cute farmer boy who wore them, so of course I had to try them out. I was in love--with the overalls, not the boy. He was kind of a doofus, and not a member either, so there you go. I finally asked my mom why she hated them (she'd actually look at me with disgust--well the overalls, not me (I hope)) and she said it was because that's what she had to wear when she worked on the farm. She didn't have any brothers, so she had a lot of work to do, and she couldn't wait to get out of the overalls. Nope not me, I had way too easy of a life. Feeding chickens was about the extent of my "farm life." I always thought I was a country girl, until I went to Ricks College and had roommates from Driggs, Idaho who really lived on farms. They had to get up at 4 in the morning and milk cows. I quickly learned that living outside the city limits, having a large yard and garden, feeding a few chickens for a couple of years did not a country girl make. There were fields all around us and my neighbor (Tad Haney) and I would hunt the ditch banks for asparagus. That was cool. Okay, still not really a country girl, I got it!

Mom looks like she's happy, still wearing the apron though. Can't ever totally get away from work, can those mothers?


All right cute girl, do you recognize yourself? I love this picture! So how is life?















Can you believe how much this family has grown? Not just in height, but in sheer numbers--how many strong are we now? I swear we counted in the 40s when Grandma sewed pillowcases last year.


I am feeling overwhelmed at what a wonderful family I have. I am so grateful for each of you. And this is only half--there are this many and more on Corky's side of the family. It is so cool to be part of group of very wonderful people. Thank you all! I love you.

This week in Primary we started learning "Truth from Elijah." It starts out with "The hearts of the children have turned to their fathers." I always thought that was so goofy, because I didn't understand it. Even when it was explained, it never really clicked with me. But this year I have been doing temple work for family members. I love the new program from the Church so you can check to see if the work has been done. A couple of years ago Corky's mom had a genealogist do a ton of work on his dad's side. Since he was the only member, there was a whole passel full of people who needed work done. I've had cards and have been slowly (I emphasize the word slowly) getting things done. I kept thinking I wanted to do all the work for the women by myself, but once I started checking the names on newfamilysearch.com (https://new.familysearch.org/en/action/unsec/welcome), I found many more names, probably more than I had originally, I realized it was okay to leave some at the temple for other people to do. I couldn't do it by myself. But I have loved taking those cards to the temple and doing temple work. I love picking up the cards at the end and seeing the date stamped. My kids have been able to do a lot of baptisms. Before Taylor left, he got to baptise his brother and sister for others. There were enough names that the kids in our ward got to go--they went on the night of Grandad's funeral.

When Taylor was getting ready to leave for Brazil, one of the things on his packing list was "family histories." I thought that was strange--I guess just because it wasn't on my packing list so many years ago. But I have typed up histories for him (kind of a mini-version since some are very long), and he recently asked for more. So, as I started to teach this song, I told the kids about some of my ancestors and showed them pictures. I think I have finally learned what it means to turn my heart to my fathers. I know we did a lot of non-singing for singing time this week, but I really want the kids to understand the song. None of them knew what that phrase meant, but I think they do now.

They all wanted to pass around the pictures--the boys in Sr. Primary just died if there was one they didn't get to see. They were very funny. But I really liked telling them about my family. I passed out pedigree charts to each child and told them that as they filled it out (with help of course) to not only read the names, but ask their parents to tell them a story about the people. I think a lot of parents may have to ask their parents, but that's okay. It's all part of turning your heart. As we learn about these people, we can't help but love them. And then the song says "preserving their names and their memory"--doesn't it help us to remember? Remember who they are, remember who we are.

The next part is "the truth they have learned from Elijah." Next week I get to do sharing time and singing time (5 Sundays in this month), so I'm going to talk about this prophet Elijah. I thought I knew about him, but as I've been reading, there is so much more than what I remembered. I'm going to tell his story, then show the DVD version. I love it. He's the one who went to the city, found the widow who was starving because of the famine, told her to feed him first and she would not run out of food (oil and meal) until the rains came. It is beautifully done (the DVD) and I think the kids need to understand this. There is much more to Elijah--the part about him in this song is that he restored the sealing keys. He was very busy. There's more, too. So maybe we'll have another "not much singing for singing time" but I think that's okay. We sing a lot and I really think it is important to understand the words to this song.

My heart is full. I am feeling love for my fathers, for my parents, my nieces and nephews, my husband, my children, and my friends. It's great to know that we really are all one big family. So you each of you--thanks. Thanks for teaching me how important loved ones are. I love you.

Well here I am again. I have to say that we have learned the "Thomas" verse (I keep thinking of Thomas the Train, or Thomas the Tankus as Jake used to say--but he's the wrong guy), and I think the kids like it. At least the teachers do. The line I wasn't so sure about got changed--I couldn't remember it exactly, so I had to come up with something when I was making the "teaching poster." So it goes like this--loves to tell us stories, shows the Savior's way. I think I like it better than what I had before. I hesitated on the "shows"--should it have been show? I couldn't decide if it was referring to the stories or Thomas. So I opted for Thomas and left it "shows." As in he shows the Savior's way.

This week was crazy. I guess I have to start with last week. They asked me at the last minute to go into the Nursery--nobody seemed to know exactly why. One counselor said they were talking about music and wanted me to come. Yeah right. They wanted me to sing with the Nursery kids--that would have been great if I'd known and been prepared. I would have taken cute things for them to hold while they listened to me sing--since they wouldn't be singing with me. Then, they weren't ready for me--they were finishing their snack and sitting at a table. That doesn't work. But, they didn't know when I was coming, same as I didn't know what I was coming for. Oh well. So, now they want me to come every week.

On the way out, I told the counselor who happened to be there with me, No. I can't do this. I already prepare every week for Cub Scouts and every week for Primary. I just can't do this as well. It's a completely different set of preparations, and I can't do one more thing every single week. I said please find somebody else! In one ward we were in, they had this as a separate calling--wouldn't that be great to have your calling to just go sing in the Nursery for 10 minutes every Sunday? I could handle that, if that's all I were doing. Wow, I'd really be prepared!

So all week long I fretted about this. Saturday was nuts because I had put off my preparations. I cut and colored and laminated and glued sticks to little animals for Old MacDonald. I had fish for Three Little Fishies and a Mama Fishie, Too. I had little sunbeams for Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam. I had shakers for each of the kids for the Happy Song--you know the one that goes Ducks in the pond quack a happy song, mother hens cackle the whole day long. . . That one.

Then, for the regular Primary I glued popped corn to a branch for "Popcorn Popping," made popcorn balls (2 batches) for all of the kids (55 popcorn balls) and traced Corky on a long piece of paper, wrote the new Thomas verse, erased my pencil marks and just about collapsed. I think I would have, but after the tracing, Corky went over lines for me and drew the pants and jacket and fixed the head, etc. I then used Sharpie and made the permanent lines. Thanks Corky!

Most of the kids were happy with caramel popcorn--I had one complainer and I told her if she kept it up, she'd get nothing. Evidently she wanted cheese popcorn. Bummer for her. I told her, as well as the rest of the kids, that at my house, if you complain, you lose what you would have gotten. She looked shocked, but she stopped. She always complains, corrects and bosses. Drives me crazy.

Then the kids colored. Well, some of them colored, some scribbled. And some of the older kids scribbled even more than the younger ones--what the heck? The girls at least thought they needed to "fix" what the Jr. Primary had done. The little kids were so concerned that I hadn't drawn a face, and that at least three little girls immediately ran to the head and started drawing eyes. First they were yellow, but since that didn't show up, another girl was there ready with her pink crayon. Then someone added purple around the eyes and some red eyelashes. One of the older girls was incensed that he had green and orange hair. Oh well. Little kids aren't very discretionary when it comes to what color something is; the only important thing is that they like the color. I'm certain one leg has more crayon on it than a full box of crayons could provide. Oh well, I think they had fun. They wrote their names and some wrote notes to him.

I wanted to take a photo of the kids and send it along with the poster, but of course my batteries were all dead. Why is it that every time you really want a picture, those darn batteries decide to give up? That's okay, I'll take the poster next week, let kids sign who weren't there this week and then take the photo.

I think the outcome is Thomas and the Suit of Many Colors. I hope nobody tries to sell him to the Midianite traders. That might not go over very well.

But, the good news of the crazy Saturday/Sunday is this--I was prepared for Nursery, but didn't have to do it. I went to check on them to see when they would be ready, there were two different leaders and they didn't really want me to come at all. I was tempted to go anyway since I was prepared, but then I decided no, don't set the precedent. The counselor there yesterday said--don't go. So I followed my leader, how's that? She said in their presidency meeting she stuck up for me and said that I spend more time every week with the kids than any of them, and that somebody else should do the Nursery music. I love her!! So, I have some Nursery things, but maybe I can find a way to use them in the regular Primary. All the kids love to hold something and sing. Works for me!

Now, this week I need to get going on Simona's fancy dress for the dance coming up. I have part of it cut out, but there's more to go than what's already done. A lot more. Too many things to do.

Note the two new sites I just added to my "Cooking and More" section. Wow, there are some creative people out there. I think my cute niece Anna would enjoy and outdo any of these. Please don't think that I am suggesting that Anna is the only one who would or could do that--I know many of you could! But, I've seen what Anna can do and I haven't seen what most of you can do. So, there you have it. Check it out and see how you (any and all of you) can best these ideas. Bakerella and Sweet Designs by Amy Atlas Events. I know you'll get a kick out of them.

You know, I used to be creative, now I'm not. The best I do is fun things for my Cub Scouts, and they're generally outlined in the book for me. Well, now I guess sometimes I'm creative for my Primary chorister calling. I do try to be enthusiastic, even if I'm not very creative. The kids like enthusiasm. And I like the kids, so I try to accommodate. I've had two weeks off from Primary (General and Stake Conferences), and I'm a bit rejuvenated and ready to go back.

We are singing "Follow the Prophet" this year for the program. We have worked on several prophets--Adam, Abraham, Daniel, Jonah, and Noah. I think that's all. There are more verses listed, but I think 5 is a good number. However, I've written a verse to end with for President Monson. I don't take credit for the idea. Last fall at our stake meeting one of the gals from another ward had written a verse for President Monson, I faithfully wrote it down and promptly lost it. I asked the stake leader twice for the lady's name and then never could remember it when I got home. I even got out my old stake directory and tried to find her. I called people from her ward, but no one was ever at home. I finally decided that I'd be way to embarrassed to ask for the name again, so I wrote my own.

Thomas is a prophet, wants us to obey
Loves to tell us stories, help to show the way. (or: help show the Lord's way?)
Has a testimony, hopes we'll have one, too.
Follow our prophet, that's just what we'll do!

Okay, kind of corny, but here's the best part. I'll get some of the paper you put up on bulletin boards and we'll roll it out and draw a prophet. Either we'll just draw the outline or actually trace someone--probably just draw it because when you trace they never have a neck and it looks kind of dorky. Then I'll have the kids color him--our prophet--and write notes to him all over the paper. And, of course we'll write our verse to Follow the Prophet on it. Then we'll roll it up and mail it to President Monson. What do you think? I haven't asked the Primary President yet, so I hope she loves it because I'm excited about it.

So I think 6 verses of Follow the Prophet will be enough. The next song we get to learn is Come Follow Me (I think). I haven't decided which verses to do on that one yet. I don't think we need to do them all. There's one about the Holy Ghost, but I think they hymn is next, so we're well on our way. We still need to pass off He Sent His Son, but I'm going to keep using the pictures for the Jr. Primary. They're just having a hard time remembering. When we use the pictures, they do just great, and you know, there are some songs that are hard to remember. This is one of them; the lines are simply too similar.

We went to see Grandma this weekend. It was nice to be in the home where I grew up. I remember when I was a little girl going to see my grandparents. There was just this really cool feeling when we got there and walked into the house. I wonder if my kids feel that way. It's hard to describe--excitement, contentment, acceptance, peace, longing, nostalgia. I wonder if my grandkids will have those feelings.

We drive an older van and it does not have a CD player, but you can buy a car kit with a tape that hooks to your portable CD player and it works really well, until it wears out. Ours wore out so I bought a new one for the trip to Idaho. Dante was getting it all figured out, since it was different than the last one, and I finished my packing. After a little while I told him he needed to be done so the battery for the car wouldn't die. He finished. I even started the car just to make sure. A little while later I looked out and it seemed like the lights were on. But our lights turn off automatically after 5 minutes so I didn't worry too much about it. We packed, we were ready to go. Car wouldn't start. I couldn't believe it. Completely dead. No gauges, nothing.

I called Emily to see if she would come over and give us a jump start on our car. I called Corky. I called Wally, our resident mechanic. Wally didn't answer. Emily came. We did everything right. Nothing. Well we did get a little something because the gauges moved, but no engine turning over. I called Wally. I called Corky. Wally called back while I was on the phone with Corky, but I can't ever remember how to put someone on hold on my cell phone and I didn't know it was Wally. Oh my heck!

Corky reminded me that he bought a membership to AAA just for this purpose, so I called AAA and Wally called again. Finally I got through to Wally, he told me to go get his battery charger, which is huge by the way. I dragged the charger down the street, but no way was I going to hook that thing up without further instructions. Too many, "if this" and "if that" items that I didn't even know what they were talking about. Finally I get Wally and AAA shows up. So I'm talking to Nick from AAA and Wally from down the street at the same time. Wally says to use his charger because it's got more power and Nick decides to get his smaller one, which once hooked up, starts the car immediately. I scowled. Not that I wasn't thrilled, but hello. Emily and I did everything right and the car didn't start. Nick just looked at me and pointed at his name tag--it was because he did it. Fine. Wally hung up. Nick checked everything and deemed it good, shook my hand, checked my AAA card and left. Emily laughed when I cried--I was so grateful! Grateful for people who could help me. Grateful for a AAA membership, grateful for a wonderful friend who came to jump start my car and stayed by my side even though we obviously weren't helping the car. Grateful for Wally who said he was sorry he wasn't where he could have helped me. Grateful to Heavenly Father for somehow making this all work out. So yeah, I cried. Tears of joy and gratitude. I know, I'm a bawl-baby. And I think it's getting worse.

Dante got his wisdom teeth out today. This is #3 since the end of August. Taylor was the best coming out of the anesthesia. He was just quiet--Moni cried and moaned. But Dante--holy cow! That boy screamed and cried and was borderline hallucinating. I guess he was combative during the surgery so they had to give him another medicine to calm him down and they said that one is hard to come out of. Yup, they were right. He hollered and accused everyone else of yelling at him and being mad at him and hitting him (when we patted his legs). He'd point and say--you lied to me! You said I could go home! He kept spitting the gauze out of his mouth. At first it was kind of funny, but then it got obnoxious when he didn't quit. They finally came and told him he had to be quiet because he was scaring the other patients. They said he couldn't go home until he calmed down and then I think they changed their minds because they were anxious to get him out! Corky and a nurse practically dragged him to the car. He would calm down during the ride home and then start crying and hollering again.

He's doing well now, but seems to be still a bit sensitive to everything around him. He was so excited to have his wisdom teeth out--I think because of the promise of all the pudding you can eat. Somehow he didn't count on the pain. . .

He wanted us to film him (I think he figured he'd look like the kid on the little video), but he was too fussy so I didn't. So, sorry I don't have a funny film to show you of Dante on drugs. Tomorrow I'll get a shot of the chipmunk cheeks.

You should see all the yogurt and pudding I have in my fridge. Well, maybe not for long.