It's a good day to be a mom

Apparently SOME people are getting bored with my blog. It has been a busy couple of weeks with sick kiddos, jury duty, cannery duty, yada, yada, yada. But amidst all of the busyness it has been a good week to be a mom. I'm really stretching it on the pictures here, they are a little old, but they KIND OF go with the stories.

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This is a picture from last Easter, I could not get Tyler to smile for even one picture. I kept telling him that he would live to regret it because this picture would be on my calendar and on his grandparents calendars, and now blogs, to remember forever. In his defense, we had 8:00 church for MANY years, and we were all tired of it. But... ever since he turned 12 last July he has been such a WONDERFUL example for our entire family. (and finally in November our church time changed) He is encouraging everyone to get ready on time and be to church 20-30 minutes early so that he can pass the sacrament. He is already such an incredible boy and I am so proud of the way that he honors his priesthood. He is always so excited to take part in all of the activities whether it be mutual, campouts, service projects, putting chairs away, anything, and I LOVE that he is being such a good example to his brothers and sister.

So, contrary to the face. he is a VERY happy boy.

Now for the exciting part:

Today he was able to go inside the temple for the first time. Not only that but he got up at 3:30 am so that he could get ready in time to be at the church by 4:30 am. He looked so handsome and he had a wonderful time. He was on cloud nine when he got home. It is SO rewarding to see my kids WANT to be good and take part in things that are so important to me.

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Then, there is my dear, sweet Connor. He was one of the sick kiddos that I was talking about, so he didn't go to pre-school at all last week. We spent a lot of time together watching movies, doing puzzles, doing laundry and reading out of the friend. No bubbles this time, but I love this picture of him, it really shows his sweet side, and he does LOVE bubbles.

I was reading him a story from the Friend about a little girl that was cornered by a bear and narrowly escaped after saying a quick prayer and listening to the Holy Ghost. At the end of the story, with tears in his eyes, he said: "Mom, that story almost made me cry!" We talked for a little while about how to listen for the Holy Ghost all of the time, and I told him a story from my life. A couple of hours later he came over to me in the kitchen and said, "Mom, I was almost to climb up the shelves in the pantry, but the Holy Ghost told me not to and I didn't get hurt!" "Can you get me a fruit roll up?" He was so excited that he had listened and been kept safe. Now in the past week he has had several experiences like this to tell me about and I am so thankful that at an early age he is looking for that kind of guidance in his life all of the time.

It's like a mommy pay day.

Maybe they do listen to what I say? Every once in a while.