Saturday Night Bath with the cousins

Shel Sylverstein's version:

There's too many kids in this tub

There's too many elbows to scrub

I just washed a behind

That I'm sure wasn't mine, 

There's too many kids in this tub.

What I heard tonight:

"Get your butt off of my cheek!"

"Give me back my boobie!"

"Everybody get out of here!"  

Ah, but then washed hair, brushed teeth, clean jammies.  3 Nephi 17 read (needed it tonight). Four fresh, clean, beautiful little heads bowed in simple prayer, then up the stairs for Mommy/Aunt Becky's rendition of "I Am A Child of God" and then to sleep.  Behold your little ones, indeed.

By the way, Becky

Next time you're around, I'll actually talk to you.  I swear, I only said about 4 sentences to you the whole time you were here.  How'd that happen?  Hhmmmph.  Kids.

Probably better this way--you're bound to get more out of me in the blog, anyway.

I'm not so good at conversations.

I complain too much

lately about other people and their problems (or mindsets I have trouble comprehending), about old habits that won't die, about my kids, about other people's kids.  About feeling emotionally spent (what right do I have?  how easy is my life?).  I've lost the ability lately to have "lite" conversations, about fun stuff, about little things in life.  I need to work on that.  This negativity just won't do.

I want to be that Becky that Hayley remembers.  I want to be that person that makes one of my closest friends laugh uproariously when she hears me say something rude or judgmental about another person because, "You're Becky.  You just don't do that."  I can be that person again.  I must be that person again.  I've been lazy.

I'll tuck away that note to read to myself every few days to remind myself I want to be the person he thinks I am.  Wish me luck.  

Love to all, 

Becky

The Ministry of Angels

"Even the Son of God, a God Himself, had need for heavenly comfort during His sojourn in mortality.  And so such ministrations will be to the righteous until the end of time. . .be filled with faith, and remember that the Lord has said He 'would fight [our] battles, [our] children's battles, and [the battles of our] children's children.'  And what do we do to merit such a defense? We are to 'search diligently, pray always, and be believing'. . .The latter days are not a time to fear and tremble.  They are a time to be believing and remember our covenants.

"May we all believe more readily in, and have more gratitude for, the Lord's promise as contained in one of President Monson's favorite scriptures: 'I will go before your face.  I will be on your right hand and on your left. . .my Spirit shall be in your [heart], and mine angels round about you, to bear you up.' "

~Elder Jeffery R. Holland, Apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ

The girls

She accidentally rolled over, which was cool until she discovered it meant the sun was in her face.

Looking rather suspicious.

Looking rather Umphrey-esque.

My boy

Playin' at the plaza

My great trio of almost-redheads.

The fountains

Have I mentioned she's a little crazy?