On a side note, I have to tell you about an experience tonight because it touched me so much. Up until we had Kaylie, we had never really been sick or out of work or anything that would cause us to really need help. I mean, we had moved a few times and had some people help us, but that was about it. And then when we had Kaylie, I HAD to accept help because I just couldn't do it all. That was a learning experience, but sort of a necessary one, right? To get to my point, tonight as I'm making this fabulously fattening cake, my home teachers knock on the door. They had come home teaching a few weeks ago and had asked about our huge pile of wood. They suggested that they could ask in priesthood if anyone in the ward had a log splitter so we wouldn't have to rent one. The first week was a bust, but on Sunday they found us one to borrow. Well, tonight they came with the borrowed log splitter ready to split our entire pile of wood!! Both of them are in Scouts, so they had the 12 year olds come and help stack the wood they split and did quite alot in an hour! Not only that, but the home teachers are coming back tomorrow after work to try and finish up the splitting. I guess this touches me so much because I'm not a widow and it is obvious that Robert is capable of doing the job, but they found something they could do and went ahead and did it even though we didn't ask them to or say we needed help with it. It honestly was great enough that they had found someone willing to us borrow their log splitter. It, to me, is the example of trying to be like Christ. Christ wasn't asked to take our sins upon Him, but He could see the need and stepped up to fulfill it. I don't know, just some food for thought and a place for me to express how grateful I am for people who are willing to help out not necessarily because we NEED them to, but because it is the Christlike thing to do and is the spirit of home teaching.
Thursday
Almost Too Much Chocolate Cake
Tuesday
Latest Cake Creation
Locked Doors
Well, we have another story to share. You know - the kind that are terrifying at the moment, but once the event is over you can sit back and laugh at yourself?
Yesterday I had to work in the afternoon and Sam was a little turkey and didn't take his nap before we had to go, so I thought he would be more than ready for bed at 8:45 pm. I was wrong. He stayed up messing around for quite a while, but I figured as long as he is in his room and not doing anything naughty, he will eventually go to sleep. I get done looking stuff up on the computer and I hear his heater going in his room, but no sounds from Sam. This isn't entirely unusual; Sam loves to play with his heater and will sometimes turn it up to 90 degrees. So I go to quietly open the door to turn off the heater and the door is locked from the inside. Ugh. So I go find a bobby pin to try and push the special little spot that will open the door. After 15 minutes of trying and pounding on the door yelling at Sam to wake up and let Mommy in, I still hadn't heard a sound and the heater was still going. At this point I am extremely worried to put it mildly. So I call Robert to see if he is on his way home yet (it's 10:30) and he tells me to go look for a screwdriver to start taking the doorknob apart and he will get home ASAP. I finally get the doorknob off (I was seriously considering just ripping the whole thing out and replacing it later) to discover that Sam was fine, just sleeping like the dead. Robert gets home about a minute after I get the knob off and he has a police officer with him! Turns out he was racing pretty fast to get home and when he told the officer the story, he followed Robert home to make sure that was really the case and let Robert off with a warning! And as if this crazy story isn't enough, just as I am about to sit down and write about this whole event, Sam locks every door in the house, which locked me in the office and out of the bathrooms right as I needed one! Thankfully, Sam was obedient when I started pounding on the door demanding he let me out! What a kid!
Yesterday I had to work in the afternoon and Sam was a little turkey and didn't take his nap before we had to go, so I thought he would be more than ready for bed at 8:45 pm. I was wrong. He stayed up messing around for quite a while, but I figured as long as he is in his room and not doing anything naughty, he will eventually go to sleep. I get done looking stuff up on the computer and I hear his heater going in his room, but no sounds from Sam. This isn't entirely unusual; Sam loves to play with his heater and will sometimes turn it up to 90 degrees. So I go to quietly open the door to turn off the heater and the door is locked from the inside. Ugh. So I go find a bobby pin to try and push the special little spot that will open the door. After 15 minutes of trying and pounding on the door yelling at Sam to wake up and let Mommy in, I still hadn't heard a sound and the heater was still going. At this point I am extremely worried to put it mildly. So I call Robert to see if he is on his way home yet (it's 10:30) and he tells me to go look for a screwdriver to start taking the doorknob apart and he will get home ASAP. I finally get the doorknob off (I was seriously considering just ripping the whole thing out and replacing it later) to discover that Sam was fine, just sleeping like the dead. Robert gets home about a minute after I get the knob off and he has a police officer with him! Turns out he was racing pretty fast to get home and when he told the officer the story, he followed Robert home to make sure that was really the case and let Robert off with a warning! And as if this crazy story isn't enough, just as I am about to sit down and write about this whole event, Sam locks every door in the house, which locked me in the office and out of the bathrooms right as I needed one! Thankfully, Sam was obedient when I started pounding on the door demanding he let me out! What a kid!
Sunday
Sundays
So when you usually think of Sunday, most of you would agree with me that it can be a relaxing, eating, family-filled day, right? I think we have started a new unfortunate trend for our Sundays that now includes an injury to Sam. The poor kid! And always right before church, too. Today's episode consisted of Robert shutting the back driver's side door and Sam's last three fingers getting stuck between the front and back doors! Of course the car was locked and we didn't have the set of keys with the keyless entry, so it took agonizingly long to unlock the front door, push the unlock button and then open the back door before we finally got the fingers out. Needless to say, Sam was screaming and of course church was right about to start. But after some cool water, lots of tears, and lots of cuddling from Mommy, we were able to go in for sacrament meeting and survived the ordeal. Hopefully it will be the last of the trend, though!
Saturday
New Thing for Saturday
Sunday
Ouch!
Saturday
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