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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Want a present?

Kate is a little cutie pie. She wears me down with her non stop TALKING but she is a cutie pie. (By the way, my parents once rewarded me with a hamster if I would shut up for an hour! A hamster! Hilarious.)

She loves to cut paper. And the she will draw me presents on the cut up pieces. And fold them into these crazily small little packages. And then she tells me to close my eyes and open them.

And they are really. really. small.

Really. small.

And my gimpy, carpal tunnel ruined, man hands, can barely get those little suckers open.

But my present is always worth it. It is her happy, proud, little self smiling when I open it..

She makes me laugh because everyday she tells me..."It's turdy o'clock. Time for Grandma to come!" Ha Ha. turdy. *snicker*

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: Tiffany P. said...Way to cute and some nice fine motor skills :)

Susan said...ha ha! You would notice that part!!!

Nancy said...What a talent! Grandma loves that she wants me to come and get her! Will have to do that soon!

Jill said...Turdy o'clock!? That's hilarious!

Mary said...precious, do you have a canning jar or something to save them all in? it is amazing the patience and coordination she has to fold them that tiny!

Kim said...Yep, great motor skills! Maybe she will become a dentist, or a surgeon! ;)

Mary said...she can learn origami-she has skills
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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 28, 2011

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