We didn't do much for Spring Break. Planning something seemed like a lot of work, so we didn't. Most of us were still home to spend time with Lynds and Brode on their way home from Idaho (Woo, Herbie and Linus were snowboarding). Then we headed down to Orem for some temple, some parks, some museums, some restaurants, a hike, and some grandparents on both sides.
One morning we dropped Ruby off alone at the Provo City Center Temple to do baptisms. I think she was a tiny bit nervous, but when we mentioned we'd give her a cell phone to text us when she was done, she was super excited and ran right in like she knew exactly where she was going. And I assume she found the baptistry; when we picked her up, her hair was all wet and she said there'd been no wait at all.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but we had a bunch of voles living under our snow this winter. They ate the bark all around the base of our fruit trees and built nests, tunnels, etc. all through that area. Woo raked up the debris yesterday and Herbie was the only kid to help Woo and I scoop up the piles and carry them to the pasture (at times in pouring rain). But I'm pretty sure he loved it.
Moses was so set on bearing his testimony this week, he kept asking me in the middle of the bishopric member's testimony (always the first one), if he could go up yet. Then he sprinted up and said his piece as soon as the microphone was available. Moses has learned for himself that reading the Book of Mormon well every morning helps him have a better day and bearing his testimony every month helps him to have a better week. And it shows.
Linus told me at breakfast that he had decided he was going to be good today, and boy was he ever (a nice surprise, as he's been a bit of a tyrant lately...). As part of his being good, he decided to adopt Penelope as his service buddy, I guess. He brushed her hair, helped her get ready for church, and walked with her with his arms folded. When he got to the pew, there was the disappointment of all the seats by me already being occupied, which normally would send him into a stink, but he rolled with it and guided Penelope to a seat next to Woo. I had a couple people tell me they looked like a little married couple. After church he wrote me a very nice letter, apologizing for his behavior lately.
And by dinner it had all broken down. Penelope was crying because Linus said no one was being nice to him, and she swore she was, then during scripture time, Linus threw his iPad (with his Portuguese Book of Mormon on it) in a fit of fury. It didn't break, but it's been taken away.
Our one hike of the week was to the Y. It was busy (but not Zions busy). When we got to the top and looked down, Archie said it didn't look like a Y; it looked like a U. And then he kept referring to it as "the U" the whole way down. Things like: "I like the U," and "Why is the U on the mountain?"
There was one poor boy (in another family) who screamed and cried and kicked the whole way up the trail. I guess he'd never hiked a couple miles on trails that sometimes are made of rocks as high as your chest while wearing a backpack. Archie knew he was on a virtual Sunday stroll. He made lots of comments like: "I like this hike; it isn't the Uintas." and "This road is nice. There aren't rocks like the Uintas."
While in line at the bank getting the last documents for our visas, Woo met a woman who had moved with her family of 5 kids to Belgium for 18 months. She was all sorts of positive, listing the good things that would happen and Woo said, "So your kids all speak French, then?"
"Well... after five months of daily tantrums we had to take them out of the public schools..."
So I guess my estimate of three months of hard was inaccurate? If we can make it through six, we'll have it made???
Also, at one of the parks, Woo overheard two different conversations of mothers talking about really wanting to move to Europe for a year or so with their kids. So I guess everyone's doing it?
Either way, I'm starting to get excited. I've already started to pack up the house. Yay!
Well, that's it for this week. Hope yours was great!
A few years ago the Bishop counseled us to pray for the aid of angels, both seen and unseen, and I did. Soon after I had this experience that I've successfully gotten out of sharing in public, but apparently have to share over the pulpit. Sorry.
I can't remember why, but we'd had a long, rough day. So rough that my head was throbbing, and so long that Archie was singing and yelling and dancing instead of going to sleep.
I needed peace and quiet that second or I was going to explode so I said the first thing I could think of which was, "Archie! Be quiet or I will spank you!"
My threat didn't work like I'd hoped and he was not quiet. I really didn't want to spank him, but I also didn't want him to think I made empty threats so I spanked him.
He still was not quiet. I could barely think. I threatened again. He still was not quiet. I entered his room and walked towards him. There was a hand on my shoulder, as if to hold me back. I felt someone standing behind me. I turned and no one was there.
I immediately left Archie's room and prayed. After several minutes a kinder solution entered my head and I was able to get him to be quiet.
I know that angels are with us and help us, even sometimes just to save us from ourselves. I know that Heavenly Father can give us aid even when it feels like we don't have the strength to receive it. And I also know that the Bishop is inspired by the Holy Ghost and we should never disregard his counsel. It is given to us by a loving Heavenly Father.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.