More Holiness Give Me: butternut squash? carrots? Peas?

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

butternut squash? carrots? Peas?

I went to a baby shower the other day. It was all I could do to keep from just hugging that mama's baby belly. I am sorry if that is weird. I just love pregnancy and those babies. I want them. I seriously need to go work in labor and delivery. Why didn't I plan my life better! I know everyone is going to tell me it is not too late. But I sort of think it is. I am kind of on a different path and don't know if I can do both things at once. Or if I want to try.

Anyway I thought you would all be proud to know that I won the game "name that baby food flavor". I don't know if that is the real name but that is what it was.

I got nine flavor correctly (by tasting them of course) including the trick flavor. The only one I got wrong was pears. I knew they weren't apples but they tasted so sugary I thought it was a dessert and put apple crisp. Blasted! I don't even know if I have heard of apple crisp baby food, but I was stumped. But I think nine flavors is pretty dang good considering I usually didn't eat the babies baby food and Kate NEVER ate baby food. She wouldn't touch the stuff!

I won a jamba juice card. I know people hate the games at parties but because I have a competitive nature I love the games! I probably just need to get out more.

Speaking of babies..... Here are a few reasons why I love them sssooo much!

2 comments:

kirstensblog said...: Way to go! I love the games too. I usually win something, so that probably has something to do with it. I am impressed at your tasting talents. Secondly, right now your job is a most important and the highest calling. Patience even in wanting to do the noble things, right? You would be an AMAZING baby nurse though. I would love having somebody like you take care of my nonexistent newborns of the future....hee hee. for real, though. Someday you and I will volunteer at the hospital together.; September 30, 2010 at 3:16 AM
Susan said...: Wendy said...That's such a cute little baby face!

Mary said...someday when Kate and Bo are in school fulltime, you can volunteer at a hospital to hold and rock the preemies, they would love you there...what a sweet baby face:); January 5, 2011 at 9:35 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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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

butternut squash? carrots? Peas?

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