In Loving Memory

Yesterday was one of joy and also sadness. A dear friend of ours, Casey Nish, lost his battle with cancer. I know his struggle with this awful disease was not only extremely difficult but a life changing experience as well. Not only for him but for those of us that had the chance to laugh and cry with him and his family too. He was loved by all. We will miss him but are grateful for the memories that were left behind.

Lani I love you. You have been such a good friend and an inspiration and example of faith, hope, prayer and so much more to all of us.

In One Ear and Out The Other

So the other day Kennedi(8) and Cade(5) came running in the house all excited. This is how the conversation went---

Kennedi- "Mom we just had a popsicle!"

Mom--"Really...where did you get it?"
(I'm thinking...I haven't bought popsicles in a while)

K--"from the guy in the yellow truck"

Boy did that get my attention!
M--"Wait, what guy in a yellow truck!?"

K--"the guy that goes to Skye's"

I then realized that she was talking about the Schwan's guy but I decided to do some more investigating.
M--"How do you know they weren't poisoned!?"

K--"They weren't mom, they were good." I was trying not to laugh after that.

M--"Was Skye home?"

K--"No"

M--"What if he tried to take you or Cade?"

K--"Mom he was nice and he gave us popsicles." She rolled her eyes while saying it. "We all got one...me, Cade, Branson, Karly."

M--"Do you remember that we don't talk to strangers and a stranger is anyone that we don't know."

K--"We know him. He goes to Skyes house all the time to sell her food."

M--"We don't know him and please don't ever do that again."

K--"Fine!"
Another eye roll from Kennedi. Cade was very wise just to let her do all the talking.

It was a funny exchange but it scared me and reminded me of just how innocent kids are. I hope my teachings are sinking in but sometimes I wonder. You can never remind them too much!

Brigg on Obama

One day last week after Obama had won the election, I had the tv on and a news station was recapping a story of his post election doings. My two (almost three) year old happened to walk through the room and stare at the tv. After several seconds he turned to me and said, "mom, his mouth is dirty". I hadn't been watching the tv, it was more like background noise, so I looked at him and replied with a "what?". Brigg then pointed to the tv and repeated himself, "his mouth is dirty". I looked at the tv and saw Obama . I didn't see anything around his mouth. Then I realized that he was referring to the darkened color of O's lips.

This Monday Family Home Evening Lesson: Physical differences.