Thoughts

So here I sit somewhat late in the evening. Too many of you mom's out there know just what that is like! I just thought I would share my thoughts of the day.

This morning I was informed about the passing of my Grandmother Davis. Forgive me for sounding a bit odd about the situation, but it truly is a remarkable, beautiful thing. She had lived a very full life, and for over seven years now has wanted nothing more than to return Home to be with my Grandfather. I can only imagine the moment of passing from this life into the next. What an incredible moment it must be. Finally relieved of her aged body and blindness, she once again was able to return to the embrace of her loving husband. I stand in great reverance and awe as I think of that. How grateful I am to know where I came from and where I am going. How remarkable it is that our souls are eternal, and that the relationships which are paramount to our living here on earth can be continued on forever. I often think I have no idea what that truly means. As I look over at my Kenna playing on the floor (she should be in bed, mind you) I can think of no worse fate than believing I wouldn't be able to have my family forever. I get frustrated with myself when I get shy about sharing my truth with other people. With something I believe to be so incredible and hold so dear to me, I would think I would be more willing to let others know. Perhaps when the next opportunity presents itself, I will reach out beyond my comfort zone to share the beautiful gift of knowledge I have. Thank you to those of you out there who are excellent reminders to me of being willing to share.

Random Tidbits

So I went to the Chiropractor for the first time last week. My back has been bugging me since having 2 little chillens, so I thought I'd give it a try. There was a point during the cracken o' my backen when I envisioned myself leaving the Dr.'s office in a wheelchair with the ability to move only my eyeballs. I was going to be a paraplegic the rest of my life, I was quite certain. No Doctor, I'm not a contortionist! Ouch. But, I guess my back is a little better. The ten minutes in the electric massage table was a bit better than the OTHER table. I wonder what they call it? The torture chamber? Now I just need to work on not hunching over all the time with two little ones. The alternative is, well, a bit scary. I think I forgot about having a baby faster than I'm forgetting about the Chiropractor. I'll keep you posted. Maybe I'll do some research on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The other night Jacob and I thought Kenna was in bed so we were downstairs sitting in front of the fire. When we came up the stairs we found Kenna sitting quietly in the middle of the kitchen on her camp chair with her little legs dangling off the side. She had her hands in her lap and she was wearing her church shoes. Now how do you get angry at that?

So Kenna has a new method of eating her cereal. She has to hold back the cereal with one hand while using the other hand to scoop up the milk with her spoon. When a nasty little Trix floats it's way onto her spoon she gets quite angry about it. This morning she got so upset she pushed away her bowl and declared, "Cereal too wild!" That was the end of breakfast.

This past week Jacob and I have been affectionately referred to as "hon." Kenna frequently calls us "hon." "Where you go, hon?" "Whatcha doin', hon?" "What's wrong, hon?" At least it's a house of love. There truly is beauty all around.

On Sunday a cute new family in our ward spoke during Sacrament. During the mom's talk she got teary-eyed and Kenna so innocently looked up at Jacob and said, "Go kiss her better, Daddy." Uh...no. But thanks for the concern my little cherub.

We are looking forward to heading up North this weekend! Of course Kenna has come down with a cold, go figure. Hopefully we can break up the drive by spending time in Salt Lake and manage to keep our sanity intact. Have a great weekend all!

Blowing

So last Friday night we wanted to get out of the house, so decided to take Kenna bowling for the first time. She seemed pretty excited about it and said we were going to go "blowing." Off we went to the blowing alley. We knew Friday night might be a bit crazy, but after standing in line behind the drunken college crowd for about ten minutes who had absolutely no regard we were there, we decided to call it a night and opted to try again on a more family friendly evening. So guess what we did for family home evening last night? Yep, we went blowing. Despite Kenna's initial excitement, she didn't want to leave daddy's lap. We had the bumpers all set up and they even had a great little ramp to shove the ball down. Now THAT is my kind of bowling! Would you believe, however, I managed to get a gutter ball even with the bumpers up? Yep. Talent my friends, talent. So we gave in trying to get her to play and Jacob and I finished up a rip-roaring game. I think we may have even broken into the seventies. Well, perhaps that's an exaggeration. I am pleased to say, however, Kenna turned into our little cheerleader and was perfectly content watching us favor the gutter while she enjoyed her fruit snacks. Allie of course just chilled in her carseat like she usually does, but I think she was perfectly content as well (would have flipped that picture upright but I don't have the patience to change it- just do some neck aerobics and you'll see it alright!). The highlight of the evening, however, was the twenty-five cent ride on the horsey. Not just any horse, oh no, this is Zorro, the blowing alley-super-duper-great-mighty horse! Judging by her smiles, I think it was as close to heaven as Kenna has been since birth. The picture just didn't truly capture the moment.

Another great Kenna moment: While playing at the McD playplace, I told her time was up and it was ready to go. Of course she ran away. When I caught up to her on the slide and picked her up to go she yelled out VERY loud, "No mom! I'm pooping!" Oh boy. Fortunately it was late in the afternoon and the only person in there was an employee emptying out the garbage cans. He sure got a good laugh, though! I'm glad to know we weren't responsible for someone losing their McNuggets.

Forgive me but the last picture I just had to throw in, I love it- my little Allie having a sink-bath. We tried to be quiet while Jacob was sleeping last week so gave her a bath in the kitchen. Look at those cute rolls!

Kenna-isms

Lately Kenna has a new thing. A huge portion of what she says is followed by "a little bit." For example: "Daddy sick a little bit." "Daddy sore throat a little bit." "Cow's wild a little bit." "The horse stinky little bit." "I made a mess a little bit." "Bear hungry a little bit." "I poopy a little bit." "Allie sleep a little bit." She also tells us that she is "working." She does all sorts of random things and then says she is working. Then she'll pretend to fix things. Of course, her word for fix is "fic." "I fic it." We have a little end table in our front room, and that is her stage. She likes to stand up on it to sing "Once There Was a Snowman," and "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes." Right now she is running around with the telephone pretending to talk to all sorts of people. Aunt Steph, Aunt Connie, Grandma Shelly, Uncle Benson, the Bishop. Ah, what a little Saint.

Happy New Year! Our New Year came and went without much excitement. I guess I could have stuck around New Year's Eve to enjoy Jacob on narcotics, but rather decided to let daddy have some peace and quiet so the girls and I went to McDonalds to "celebrate." I decided I would go to McD's so Kenna could play in the play place. What do ya know, the play place was closed. Nice. Oh well. At least it was pretty quiet in there- not too many people dine at McDonalds on New Years Eve! I can't imagine why....

I suppose I should report on the invalid (he he, I say that with great affection). He is slowly doing better. I think I am more ready for him to be better than he is! To make the week even more enjoyable, my little Allie has had an ear infection in both ears, and I believe I see some little teeth buds finally coming up. Sheesh! May I never be a single mom. It has been quite the week, but we are seeing gradual improvements. He has been desperate to eat some meat, so today tried a small little hamburger. It went down better than he thought, so that was good. I think the chicken noodle soup has worn out its welcome. Hopefully another week or so and we will be back to normal... a little bit.