Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Thursday, December 18, 2008

A Poem by Emily

This poem only recently came to my attention as I was browsing Emily's page of her class wiki. We're fans of "The Nightmare Before Christmas," so what's a little season blending among friends?


By the way, it's an acrostic poem for Halloween.
Know what that means?
Learn more and write your own here.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Forts in the living room

2 blankets
2 books
1 rotated moon chair
1 table
1 architect/engineer/builder/resident

Monday, December 8, 2008

Things that come home from school

Two simple gifts arrived home with Emily today.
#1: A certificate that represents an honor for Emily....who is now a STAR student on Brinson Elementary's Wall of Fame for the month of December!


#2: A reunited pair of gloves. Thanks to whomever established the glove lost and found (gloves tied by their fingers to the push bar on the out door on her hall).

Sunday, December 7, 2008

'Tis the Season to be Emotional

Here's a heart-warming, entertaining video. It made me want to laugh and cry at the same time although I'm not really sure why the crying. I guess 'cause it is just so stinkin' sweet!



Wishing You a Merry 'Vintage' Christmas! from Jared Foster on Vimeo.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Getting a meaningful message...

Here's a little reminder I needed:

Recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction.

Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).

Source: Daughters of God by M. Russell Ballard