The day has come.
Nate got a new calling. Therefore, he was released from nursery.
Apparently I can't stay in nursery without Nate. So I was released too.
I cried.
For as much as I may have complained about how our ward sticks all the young couples in primary, I really loved my babies in nursery. I love how they loved me, too. I'll miss their smiling faces and I'll miss singing with them. I'll miss how they called me "Teacher" and how they tattled on each other. I'll miss hearing the funny, cute things they say.
I'll also miss how much faster church goes when you're in nursery instead of Sunday School and Relief Society.
So I guess it is my turn to grow up. Let's see how this goes!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
That's How You Know
Last week in nursery we had a lesson on families. As part of the lesson I asked the kids how they knew their families loved them.
I asked the first little girl, "How do you know your mom loves you?"
She looked blankly at me, not sure how to respond. So I prodded, "Does she give you hugs?"
She nodded and said, "She hugs me."
I asked the second little girl, who has all sisters, "How do you know your sisters love you?"
She said, "They hug me." I asked her if they played with her, too. She said, "Yes. They give me hugs and they play with me."
Then I turned to a little boy, who is the youngest of three boys. "How do you know your brothers love you?"
He smiled and said, "They hursd me." I thought I understood what he meant and it was a surprise. But since the other kids had just repeated what had already been said, I assumed that's what he was doing too.
"You mean they give you hugs?" I said hopefully. He shook his head.
"They hursd me."
"Oh, they play with you?" (I don't know where I got "play" with out of "hursd" but I thought I'd give it a shot.)
Again, he shook his head. "They hursd me."
Finally, I decided to repeat back what I was pretty sure he was saying. "You know they love you because they hurt you?"
He grinned and nodded. That's how you know.
I asked the first little girl, "How do you know your mom loves you?"
She looked blankly at me, not sure how to respond. So I prodded, "Does she give you hugs?"
She nodded and said, "She hugs me."
I asked the second little girl, who has all sisters, "How do you know your sisters love you?"
She said, "They hug me." I asked her if they played with her, too. She said, "Yes. They give me hugs and they play with me."
Then I turned to a little boy, who is the youngest of three boys. "How do you know your brothers love you?"
He smiled and said, "They hursd me." I thought I understood what he meant and it was a surprise. But since the other kids had just repeated what had already been said, I assumed that's what he was doing too.
"You mean they give you hugs?" I said hopefully. He shook his head.
"They hursd me."
"Oh, they play with you?" (I don't know where I got "play" with out of "hursd" but I thought I'd give it a shot.)
Again, he shook his head. "They hursd me."
Finally, I decided to repeat back what I was pretty sure he was saying. "You know they love you because they hurt you?"
He grinned and nodded. That's how you know.
Monday, June 13, 2011
An Announcement
Who: Nate and Katie
What: We're moving!
When: Sometime before November
Where: TBD
Why: We need a second bedroom. We're going to decorate it blue.
What: We're moving!
When: Sometime before November
Where: TBD
Why: We need a second bedroom. We're going to decorate it blue.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Snakes
Yesterday Nate and I spent the afternoon at my parents' house. While we were there, my little sister and her friends came in.
"You will never guess what disgusting thing happened to me!" she exclaimed as she walked into the room, her cohorts trailing.
"What?" we asked, thinking what she could consider disgusting. Having been a teenage girl, I know a lot of things can be disgusting. We weren't disappointed.
"I was in the yard and I looked down and there was a snake next to my foot."
"Was it dead?" we asked. No.
"Did you kill it?" we asked. No.
"Well, what was disgusting about it?"
She gave us a rather irritated look that we couldn't see how gross the situation was. "It was a SNAKE! That is what is disgusting!"
So then we all started sharing stories about our run-ins with snakes. Who all had run over snakes with their bikes, who'd killed snakes, who'd eaten snakes. My sister left the room more disgusted than when she came in.
A few hours later Mom, Rachel, Baby N, and I all went for a walk. Lo and behold, about a mile away we saw a snake.
This poor snake was lying in the road. It had been run over by a car and it looked dead... until we saw it's little heart beating - outside of its body. It was pitiful and sad. So what did we do?
Mom and I took pictures and video. Good old iPhone. We debated putting it out of its misery, but we didn't have anything to do it with, so we left the poor creature to suffer a little longer.
In retrospect, it seems slightly cruel. My sister Rachel did not approve of our callous treatment, taking pictures and video of a dying snake.
When we got home, I showed Nate and my dad the footage. After all, it was pretty cool. Dad's first question: "Did you put it out of its misery?"
I looked at him blankly. "No. We didn't have anything to do that with. We were on a walk."
Nate shook his head, "Why didn't you stomp on its heart?" I blinked and shuddered. That would have been disgusting.
"You will never guess what disgusting thing happened to me!" she exclaimed as she walked into the room, her cohorts trailing.
"What?" we asked, thinking what she could consider disgusting. Having been a teenage girl, I know a lot of things can be disgusting. We weren't disappointed.
"I was in the yard and I looked down and there was a snake next to my foot."
"Was it dead?" we asked. No.
"Did you kill it?" we asked. No.
"Well, what was disgusting about it?"
She gave us a rather irritated look that we couldn't see how gross the situation was. "It was a SNAKE! That is what is disgusting!"
So then we all started sharing stories about our run-ins with snakes. Who all had run over snakes with their bikes, who'd killed snakes, who'd eaten snakes. My sister left the room more disgusted than when she came in.
A few hours later Mom, Rachel, Baby N, and I all went for a walk. Lo and behold, about a mile away we saw a snake.
This poor snake was lying in the road. It had been run over by a car and it looked dead... until we saw it's little heart beating - outside of its body. It was pitiful and sad. So what did we do?
Mom and I took pictures and video. Good old iPhone. We debated putting it out of its misery, but we didn't have anything to do it with, so we left the poor creature to suffer a little longer.
In retrospect, it seems slightly cruel. My sister Rachel did not approve of our callous treatment, taking pictures and video of a dying snake.
When we got home, I showed Nate and my dad the footage. After all, it was pretty cool. Dad's first question: "Did you put it out of its misery?"
I looked at him blankly. "No. We didn't have anything to do that with. We were on a walk."
Nate shook his head, "Why didn't you stomp on its heart?" I blinked and shuddered. That would have been disgusting.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Reality Check
This morning the headline news story was, of course, about the death of Osama bin Laden. After talking for a few minutes about his death, the news reports turned to reactions here in the States.
Apparently in D.C. hundreds of students gathered to celebrate in front of the White House. The news reporter said, "Now, most of these students were 8, 9, 10 years old when 9/11 happened."
I was rather offended that he would say the college students were only eight to ten years old on 9/11/2001. I was definitely older than that.
Then I remembered that I'm not a college student anymore. And I haven't been for several years. Oops.
Apparently in D.C. hundreds of students gathered to celebrate in front of the White House. The news reporter said, "Now, most of these students were 8, 9, 10 years old when 9/11 happened."
I was rather offended that he would say the college students were only eight to ten years old on 9/11/2001. I was definitely older than that.
Then I remembered that I'm not a college student anymore. And I haven't been for several years. Oops.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Confessions
I have a few confessions to make. WARNING: If you are sick of hearing about the royal wedding, stop reading now.
Confession #1: I did not wake up in the middle of the night to watch the wedding.
Confession #2: I youtubed the wedding this evening while waiting Nate's bus to arrive at the bus stop.
Confession #3: I did watch the live procession from the Westminster Abbey to Buckingham Palace live while I exercised this morning.
Confession #4: While I watched Kate and William wave I kept thinking, "Thank you for being here today." (Think Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway.)
Confession #5: I have seen Princess Diaries. And Princess Diaries II.
Confession #6: Listening to all the talking heads on the news (who all seem to have an 'in' with the royal family) I was again reminded of Princess Diaries and Princess Diaries II.
Confession #7: I now have an urge to watch Princess Diaries II again. Why not watch another fairy tale wedding?
On a different note, can I just say I felt sorry for Prince Harry? He had to ride in the kiddie carriage from the Abbey to the Palace. Seriously, he's my age and everyone else in the carriage was under the age of 10. Poor guy.
Confession #1: I did not wake up in the middle of the night to watch the wedding.
Confession #2: I youtubed the wedding this evening while waiting Nate's bus to arrive at the bus stop.
Confession #3: I did watch the live procession from the Westminster Abbey to Buckingham Palace live while I exercised this morning.
Confession #4: While I watched Kate and William wave I kept thinking, "Thank you for being here today." (Think Julie Andrews and Anne Hathaway.)
Confession #5: I have seen Princess Diaries. And Princess Diaries II.
Confession #6: Listening to all the talking heads on the news (who all seem to have an 'in' with the royal family) I was again reminded of Princess Diaries and Princess Diaries II.
Confession #7: I now have an urge to watch Princess Diaries II again. Why not watch another fairy tale wedding?
On a different note, can I just say I felt sorry for Prince Harry? He had to ride in the kiddie carriage from the Abbey to the Palace. Seriously, he's my age and everyone else in the carriage was under the age of 10. Poor guy.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Arctic Circle
It has been cold here lately. Like the North Pole. Don't believe me?The temperature tomorrow is forecasted to be 49 degrees Fahrenheit.
The temperature in Rovaniemi, Finland tomorrow is forecasted to be 46 degrees Fahrenheit. Rovaniemi is located 9 km (5.6 mi) from the Arctic Circle. Santa Claus lives there.
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