Sunday
It's been a good day. Getting up in the morning is always my least favorite part of the day though. There's just something about 9:00 church that doesn't excite me. We made it to church in time for the sacrament. Score! The talks were great and I helped Danny for the third week in a row in his Primary class. They are cute little nuggets but a couple of them are sometimes really difficult. That's what you get with five year-olds.
We got home, ate quesadillas for lunch {since I have stopped cooking}, took naps, made a big birthday card for Gpa Miller and headed out for a visit. My Grandpa Miller is 88 years old. I have fond memories of him. I think about how lonely he must feel since my Grandma died several years ago. It makes me sad but I'm grateful that he has Aunt Christy living with him to keep him company. I remember he and my Grandma Miller coming to almost every single choir concert they could attend. Choir concerts aren't fun and exciting {especially in Middle School--yikes}. But I remember the support that I felt from them and it was meaningful to me. I wanted to get a four generation picture with Grandpa so we snapped a few after visiting for a while in his tiny house with 100 people stuffed inside. He sure is loved :)
We came home and scrounged up something for dinner {it was truly a Christmas miracle because dang--I need to hit up the grocery store}. I made snickerdoodles for Mandy since it was her birthday and I'm trying to be a better visiting teacher. We took a family walk over to her home and chatted for a while in the yard. At 9:15 we headed home to get the boys in bed.
Tonight Cole wanted me to lay by him but not actually touch him. He likes his closet doors wide open so that monsters don't come jumping out {thanks to Monsters Inc. for planting that idea in his brain} and he thinks that ghosts are less likely to emerge from the closet if the doors are open.
I sang a couple primary songs to Caleb while getting him ready for bed. I want to start doing that more. I don't know why I don't sing more to my boys. I love to sing, it should be more natural.
After prayer tonight, I asked Danny if he thought we'd have more kids. We both feel like we'll end up with three. If that means anything, I'm not sure. But 3 just feels right to us both. Caleb is growing so quickly and seems to suddenly be reaching a lot of new milestones lately. Hopefully it will happen eventually..and sooner rather than later. It'd be nice for them to not be 8 years apart. And since I've been giving away ALL of our boy clothes due to lack of space--we'll probably end up with another boy :)
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| Taking a picture on the sly. |
We got home, ate quesadillas for lunch {since I have stopped cooking}, took naps, made a big birthday card for Gpa Miller and headed out for a visit. My Grandpa Miller is 88 years old. I have fond memories of him. I think about how lonely he must feel since my Grandma died several years ago. It makes me sad but I'm grateful that he has Aunt Christy living with him to keep him company. I remember he and my Grandma Miller coming to almost every single choir concert they could attend. Choir concerts aren't fun and exciting {especially in Middle School--yikes}. But I remember the support that I felt from them and it was meaningful to me. I wanted to get a four generation picture with Grandpa so we snapped a few after visiting for a while in his tiny house with 100 people stuffed inside. He sure is loved :)
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| This is the first time Gpa had ever held Caleb! |
Tonight Cole wanted me to lay by him but not actually touch him. He likes his closet doors wide open so that monsters don't come jumping out {thanks to Monsters Inc. for planting that idea in his brain} and he thinks that ghosts are less likely to emerge from the closet if the doors are open.
I sang a couple primary songs to Caleb while getting him ready for bed. I want to start doing that more. I don't know why I don't sing more to my boys. I love to sing, it should be more natural.
After prayer tonight, I asked Danny if he thought we'd have more kids. We both feel like we'll end up with three. If that means anything, I'm not sure. But 3 just feels right to us both. Caleb is growing so quickly and seems to suddenly be reaching a lot of new milestones lately. Hopefully it will happen eventually..and sooner rather than later. It'd be nice for them to not be 8 years apart. And since I've been giving away ALL of our boy clothes due to lack of space--we'll probably end up with another boy :)
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