4.11.2016

Continued...


We went on a beautiful hike, of course.


Woo made a burr ball, which I thought was gross and he thought amusing.


I acquired Linus' hat. And Penelope's jacket, and Archie's. And probably six or seven other things. At one point Woo asked me how I was doing and I said I was a little sad watching all the older kids running down the mountain while I had to walk, and he offered to take all the littlest kids so I could do it. It was a lot of fun for me, but not for Penelope who tried to follow me, but couldn't keep up.


Our friends have 4 kids and not a boy Moses' age so he (along with Archie who didn't care) was often the odd man out.

There was a creek by the cabin, but only Moses (who was tall enough to stand up) fell in trying to grab his leaf boat.
Woo: Moses, do you know what's more important to me than your ship? My Moses.  
Moses (after a few seconds): Dad, do you know what's more important to me than my ship? You.

And then after the hike, the adults succumbed to complete exhaustion, just like we always do after a night of not good sleep and a hike with a million kids. Except I didn't. I don't know what it was, but I was still happy to sit around and let the kids run around on the playground.


Ruby and Linus spent a lot of time looking for, making and shooting bows and arrows. That kite string came in handy after all.


Herbie loved the hoop that was just the right height for hanging off the rim.


Archie adored this fishing hat we found the day before leaving. Unfortunately, he left it there. He cried for about a minute when he found it missing and then seemed to accept it and move on.
Woo: Easy come, easy go.

I had all the kids pack their own extra outfit and Penelope packed this delightful number: footy pajamas under a dress worn as a skirt.


That's all! Hope you had a great week!


Testimony Below:

When I was 9 years old my primary teacher challenged me to read the Book of Mormon every day for the rest of my life, and except for very few exceptions, I have. Sometimes I look back and think, what?? How on earth did I commit to that then?

In preparing for my Young Women's lesson today, I discovered in 1986, the year I turned 9, President Ezra Taft Benson gave two talks. One was titled Cleansing the Inner Vessel and the other was The Book of Mormon--the Keystone of our Religion. Both strongly encouraged daily study of the Book of Mormon.

I don't remember exactly what my primary teacher said, but I believe he must have had such a strong influence on me because of his own solid testimony in the counsel of the living prophet and in daily study of the Book of Mormon.

I can't remember his name, but someday I would like to thank him because he changed my life. So many of my successes (and also failures where I wasn't supposed to succeed) can be directly traced back to my daily study of the Book of Mormon.

I love the Book of Mormon. I know it not only to be true, but also to grant power to the reader. Even if you don't understand a word you just read, you will immediately receive power to be kinder, more patient, manage your time and money better, feel better about yourself, find solutions to your problems, keep the commandments and receive revelation. And daily reading over a period of time will give you power to turn weaknesses into strengths.

In other words, I know the Book of Mormon to be the book that will bring a person nearer to Jesus Christ than by any other book.

In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.