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Thursday, January 31, 2008

Someone Emailed This To Me

President Hinckley

I imagine he's running to Marjorie now,
> Yes, running, not waving his cane.
> I see him embracing his father and mother
> While they keep repeating his name.
> I see him now meeting his forebears,
> Brother Brigham and Joseph are there.
> Sweet reunion of prophets, united by service
> That only such noble men share.
> I see him embraced by the Savior
> While Father says, 'Good and well done.
> So faithful in stalwart endurance, I welcome
> My noble, most excellent son.'
> I then hear the ripples of laughter
> As he says the reception's just fine,
> But he hopes that he'll get an assignment or two
> Since there's no need to waste any time.
> I can hear his clear voice in the stillness
> At the close of this sweet Sabbath day,
> Have faith and move forward - there's work to be done.
> President Hinckley would want it that way.
> Anna M. Molgard
> January 27, 2008

Sunday, January 27, 2008

It Tolls for Thee

Here is a summary of our weekend. Porter once again was not going to play soccer, but finally overcame his fears and went out and had a good time. I went to my first swim meet in 11 years. It was great fun and I have to admit I got a little emotional just remembering the feelings of it all. Our nephew, Eric watched our kids while we went to the temple and then friends of our watched them while we went to SLC to play “How to Host a Murder” with Glenn’s brother, Danny.

One thing I will briefly touch because it cannot be glazed over is what happened in church today. I have always known that one day I would have a child that would run to the front of the chapel during church in which I would be forced to follow as all watched the show. Today was that day and Warrick was that child. Unfortunately this inevitable event happened when Glenn was filling in for the clerk on the stand and I was very pregnant and not very quick on my feet. He slipped from the pew. I lunged as much as I could, but it wasn’t enough. I started after him, but I was no match for his quick feet. We went across the front of all the onlookers and up the opposite isle. All I saw were hundreds of faces with big smiles – undoubtedly just glad it was me and not them. When we got to the back of the chapel I knew I would never catch him and I knew his speed was increasing and mine decreasing. I simply left the chapel in hopes that he would realize that no one was chasing him. He ran the next lap down one isle, across the front of the pew and up the other isle uncontested, but Glenn was there to get him in the end. Porter was on the heels of his dad and soon all four of us were out in the hall. Christian somehow got left on the stand where he was sitting with his dad during the meeting. I think Christian knew the show must go on and though his father was taking care of business, he would become the clerk. For those of you who don't know, the clerk basically gets a head count of how many people attended each Sunday. So while we were all out in the hall, Christian began counting the congregation. From the reports of people afterwards, he stood to see the back rows while he was pointing with his pencil and mouthing the numbers as he went. Needless to say, we once again provided more entertainment to our fellow worshipers than I feel comfortable doing.

Now for the biggest even of the night, President Gordon B. Hinckley passed away just s couple of hours ago. I am sad, but at the same time I know he is happy. I know that he lives with God. I know that he was a prophet of God. I know that God does not leave us here on this earth without help and direction. God is a loving parent. A loving parent wouldn’t send his children away without instruction and a plan. I have been reading the words of President Hinckley and I feel his love for his Savior and for the people of the world. I will miss his instruction and his wit and his wisdom. I can’t imagine what he would have said if he had seen our family in church today, but I’m certain that it would not be harsh words. He would have a twinkle in his eye and a loving, witty comment to offer. I thank God for people like Gordon Hinckley. The world is truly a better place because he lived true and faithful to the end.

"No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee."

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Warrick was sick this week

This was a sick kid week. Warrick had a bad cold or virus that he got from Porter from last week. (Porter was quite glad that Warrick got sick because he thinks it works like you have an object and if you can just get someone else to take it then you no longer have it. He felt bad for Warrick, but it’s a jungle out there and he was just relieved that he had “given the sickness” to his brother and no longer suffered.) Warrick is quite a bit better now, but there were a few rough days. We couldn’t go many places and I spent most of my time holding him. When I wasn’t holding him he followed me around saying, “My heart hurts.” Now I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t know where or what the heart is, but for some reason it really made me feel bad to see a small little body so sad and saying such a thing; it makes it seem so serious.

We had a sleepover on Friday at Glenn’s parents' house. That was fun. Since they live so close we don’t spend the night anymore and the boys thought it was a great treat. My nephew, Eric, lives with them while he waits to go into the Mission Training Center in February. My boys admire that kid and he taught Christian to play chess. That is Christian’s new thing and crochet has dropped to second place to chess. Glenn’s dad wasn’t there because he was in the hospital recovering from surgery. He is home now and seems to be on the mend.

Last night we all went to McDonalds. We were excited to be out of the house since Warrick didn’t have a fever or a runny nose. We got the kids ice cream cones and let them play while Glenn and I got to have a conversation. It was actually a great night. Warrick got a tickle or something in his throat or maybe he was choking; I’m not sure how it all started, but he was sitting with Glenn eating his ice cream when a strange cough started. Glenn then announces, rather too loudly since there were people around, “I think he’s going to throw-up!” Glenn’s next gesture is to send Warrick my way. I look up to see Warrick’s head going straight toward the nape of my neck. I felt things went into slow motion as I holler in a deep slowed down tone, “Nooooooo!” If someone is going to throw up on you, you don’t want it to be on your neck – not desirable. So being the loving mother I am, I say, “Don’t face him toward me!” Glenn sat him back down and got napkins and all was fine. Something that looked like it might be a bad situation turned out to not be so bad and the night went on.

We decided to trim Warrick’s hair. It started out that we cut just a little, but then it didn’t look right and so we cut more. This went on for quite awhile longer until we gave up all hope, got out the buzzer and now he has quite short hair. This makes me sad. I miss his crazy hair. The only thing that makes me not feel so bad is that I know we have another little man coming and we can do it all over again.

Here is a picture of Warrick with his long hair with his cousin Paige. Not the best picture, but you can get an idea.

Monday, January 14, 2008


Today was a different afternoon, instead of playing army with the boys that Christian usually hangs out with after school Christian played with a neighbor girl and her little sister. I was fine with that and actually liked the change since I know these girls to be very sweet girls. Well, I got a little more than I thought I would. When Christian came back he had a crochet stick (whatever they’re called) and a ball of yarn. He had learned to crochet while over at their house. He didn’t even want to eat because he wanted to keep going – he was making a blanket for his army toys. When I went to tuck him in tonight, he popped his head out of bed and looked very guilty. I looked in and he was crocheting. Who would have thought I would have had this problem? I guess you never know what to expect out of life. I think it’s sweet and maybe in a few months I’ll get a sweater out of it. Who can resist a homemade sweater? ;)

Here is my most recent picture of Christian. He is wrestling with my nephew that is the big brother Christian never had.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

Boys and Girls

Today during Sacrament Meeting Porter (4) kept hitting his head and falling to the floor. I tried and tried to get him to stop, but he continued. I started to worry about what had caused this self beating and remembered to when I used to volunteer to help a little autistic girl and of how sometimes she would do this. Everything in the chapel became quiet as my thoughts began to yell in my head. “Why won’t he stop? What is going on?” Then I followed his gaze to across the isle at Lindsey Jones (a six year old). She was staring his way and giggling at every slug he gave to himself. He would pop back up and smile back at her and begin again. At every recovery, his head now sporting a few pink spots from the blows, there she was with her long blonde hair and big brown eyes giving every ounce of her attention to my four year old son and he wasn’t going to stop for the world. Being quite relieved, I asked him, “Were you hitting yourself to make that girl laugh?” “Yes,” he laughed a little embarrassed and I laughed just thankful it wasn’t for any other reason. He then told me how pretty she was and said, “She’s saying, ‘Oh, my lovely husband.’” I guess that’s good. At least he doesn’t think he’s going to marry me anymore.

Here is a picture of Porter chatting with is grandad at a party we had at our house with Glenn's family.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

This week

Christian went back to school on Thursday. Christian didn’t want to go very badly, but seemed to have an okay time there. Porter was the most affected by him going back. It is almost like he went through a mourning period. Poor kid. It was pretty lonely for him without his best friend around. Christian also started taking Tae Kwan Do. He takes it very seriously, but loves to be involved in something.

Porter started soccer. He is in a league that goes up to six years old. He is quite a bit younger than the rest, but was happy to have a sport to participate in like his big brother. Christian turned into one of those annoying parents that yells from the sidelines and is a bit too hard on the kid. Glenn and I had to calm him down and tell him to let the coach tell him what to do so he isn’t confused. Porter would look up during the game and give a thumbs up. Every time he was called out for a sub he thought the game was over and started to leave. He had fun and I think his motto is, “Any kick is a good kick no matter which goal it is headed for.”

Warrick wishes he was in soccer, loves church is quite content to go anywhere, but as soon as we turn into our neighborhood he hollers, “No not home!”

Glenn is working hard like he always does, but is enjoying the fruit of his labors. He also started b-ball with the ward guys.

I’m switching gyms and will soon go to the same one that Christian takes Tae Kwan Do so I can workout while he does his thing. I just finished Train to Potevka – a book about a Russian spy, Solutions for LDS Families (great book – I hope to read it again someday) and Faith the Essence of Religion by Pres Hinckley (an easy yet good read). I’m still currently reading, Natural Childbirth the Bradley Way and Hypnobirthing. Now I need to find another book - so many choices and so little time.