More Holiness Give Me: Khronicles of Kate

Monday, July 12, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

You all might think she has been behaving lately since there haven't been many posts. Don't let that fool you...

There was the liquid soap on the dog and the carpet....

The baby shampoo all over the bathroom.....

The continuous finding of my gum and chewing it up and spitting it into the carpet...

The ripping of my scrap book pages....

The constant wanting a drink, and then when you try to give her one she doesn't want it anymore. So when you dump it out, she wants it...

and she finally has done it!

She gave herself bangs.

I was really hoping she would have long flowing hair and I have always tried to keep her from having bangs because of a cowlick, but despite the fact that we have no scissors anywhere aside from the top of the microwave, (which is high up) she still managed to give herself bangs....

I don't even know how she did it without whacking the rest of it. She wasn't by a mirror. But she gave herself a nice little bang job. I had already had to cut chunks out of the back because of gum. I don't know what we are going to ever do with her hair!

Oh well. Still love her to death. Tonight I was singing to her for bed time. She kept telling me to stop it. Gotta love it.

1 comment:

Susan said...: Kim said...-- Oh Susan, this is classic!
Linda Jensen said... Kate's great! I have a friend who had a spunky child. Once he ran away from home on his bike, crossed 17th street and holmes with horns honking at him and went to Albertsons and told them he was lost and hungry. They fed him of course and ...then he continued up the street and stopped next at a resturant and told them the same story. More food! Then he realized he might miss dinner and found his way home, again crossing 17th street with horns blaring. He got home to find a very worried family who had been searching for him, confessed what he did and was grounded from his bike for a long time.
Grandma's comment, "You wouldn't want him any other way!" I myself, may have put him in shackles.
Nancy said...Oh, What a sweetie, reminds me of you when you cut your bangs the night before Kindergarden pictures! She will probably be a shy and quiet teenager!
Mary said...‎"Beauty school dropout" ha, she's a riot!
Sherri said...She does look cute with bangs :); January 9, 2011 at 9:22 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Monday, July 12, 2010

Khronicles of Kate

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Hello, my old friend.

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