How Could I Forget?

Oh, I have a blog?! That's right.

Yesterday was Fast Sunday. Isaac was claiming death was on his doorstep all morning. I told him if he felt fine about it, he could have a snack before church. He didn't. He survived through Sacrament Meeting with all kinds of excruciating facial expressions and his tongue lolling out. After he went to Primary, his Primary teacher came up to me and whispered that during the lesson, she had asked the class what the Sacrament was. Isaac piped up, "Breakfast!" (Thank heavens his teacher thought it was funny.)

The other day Will and Lilly were sitting by each other up at the island. Lilly is turning into a bully and while I wasn't watching, she chucked something at Will. Will immediately called to me that Lilly threw something right at him and that it hit his eye! But don't worry, it was okay because he had closed his "eye shield" just in time! Whew!


Lilly is singing all the time these days. Half the time I can decipher the song by either the tune or the words but usually only one of those at a time. A lot of the time it's a recognizable melody but with completely made up nonsense words. So the other day I recognized the tune of "I am a Child of God" and when it came to the part of "teach me all that I must do" she sang the beautiful words, "Cheat me all that I want to..." Hum. Close enough??

Anne is very interested in this blog. Well, she used to be when I used to write things in it (on it?). She will ask to read my blog and sit in front of the computer for long periods of time, reading and re-reading everything. She'll laugh just like she's never read it before and then she'll give me a suggestion: "Mom, you could write about my blanket." I usually say "okay" and then I go for a month or two without writing about anything. So today I found a journal entry about Anne and her blankie that I thought I would put in. This was when Anne was 8 1/2 years old:

Wednesday, March 15, 2006 I was washing Anne’s blanket which is always a traumatic time and unfortunately I didn’t have it done in time for bedtime. I put Anne to bed and assured her I would bring the blanket in to her when it was done and she should go to sleep in the meantime. So that was that and then I got a long phone call and went into the laundry room for some quiet and so turned off the washing machine during the rinse cycle with Anne’s blanket inside. I continued on the phone and about 45 minutes later heard Anne bawling from her bed—she was wailing, “I neeeeeeeeddd heeerrrrrr!!!” Eventually David came home from Scouts and went in and lectured her at which point Anne got up, went to the washing machine and pulled the blanket out of the rinse water, threw it into the dryer after sloshing 5 gallons of water across the floor, wrote me a note saying, “Dear Mom—Please start the drier. Blankie is in there. Anne.” I had to put Blankie (she is a person, after all) back into the washer, re-start the rinse cycle, take only the blankie out of the washer and put it into the dryer so it would dry extra-quick and then take it into Anne when it was dry. Anne was propped in bed with about 10 pillows behind her and her arms folded across her and it had been about 2 hours since I originally put her down.

I couldn't possibly add anything more. The end.