Sunday, August 3, 2014
Leia says the funniest things.
"Evan was bothering me this week and he was like putting a fly on me! And then we couldn't watch a show."
"Mom when we get home you will play with me, OKAY?!!!" She says it so brightly it's nearly impossible to refuse. But sometimes I just can't play with her right then, so then she'll make crazy faces, and get nose to nose with me and say, in gorilla voice, "Yes you can!"
"Dad is this five?" (trying to get the right amount of forks for dinner)
I don't know. You have to count them and tell me.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, yep, that's 5!"
(There really were five.)
"Dad, my life is mean and naughty, because it always takes away my dreams."
Speaking of that...
Leia's mother has decided firmly to never bear her testimony in church again. It doesn't matter how strongly I feel what I'm saying, or how in normal conversation it would come out right and make sense, when I stand up at the pulpit in front of the congregation it always comes out wrong and I feel really retarded. Makes me sad, because I know how important it is to testify. In the future, however, my testimony should be written out, if it's ever to be shared in public. Of course part of it was about my wonderful kids, who by the time I sat back down were all fighting and really mean to me in front of everyone, mostly because they were fasting and grumpy so every little thing made them more angry than they'd normally be. (Just the older boys, and I don't even make them fast!) It's weird to feel love one second, and the next want to violently drag out your kids in front of everyone. Oh and the stake presidency was visiting for an extra measure of humiliation.