LISH: Onward

Dec 7, 2008

Onward

Today marked two very sad/happy moments for me:

1. my oldest passed the sacrament for the first time

2. my baby went to nursery for the first time.

Both occurrences merited both emotions:

1. :( We can't be late for church. Not that we are EVER late for church, but now we have to make sure that we aren't late. (And feel free to give me a little sympathy--our church building is twelve minutes away...yes, even in Idaho.)

Also :( I am feeling old now. How can my skinny little Jonah be in YM already????

I haven't given the deacons much notice since...since I was twelve in church checking out the cute deacons. Now I HAVE a cute deacon up there....sigh.

:) Because I paid attention to the deacons in sacrament today (in between jostling Kami, her shoes that she kept taking off and her wanting to get on and off my lap 20 times) I reflected on the responsibilities of the priesthood. The network and setup of the whole thing. It's really neat. Aren't we lucky that the Lord is in charge and that his power was restored on the earth? It blesses us immeasurably.

2 :) Kami--although so very cute and funny and snugly is a handful in church. Refer to preceding paragraph.

Enough said.

SOOOOOO happy that wrestling with her ends after one hour and ten minutes. WE LOVE NURSERY!!!!

:( :( :( :( my baby is no longer a baby....sniff.

Jonah is in band this year! Saturday he marched in his first parade. Affixing batter-powered lights to a coat and instrument is harder than it looks. Next year we will do better on the lights/costume. We DID execute the perfect parade parking rendezvous plan. (SECRET PARKING!--Avatar). Jonah was proud to call me Mom.

8 comments:

Paige said...: Sounds like it was a bitter sweet day...I'm so proud of Jonah. It truly is an honor to hold the preisthood and pass the sacrament. What a great example he is for the other boys. And my little Kami, oh how I love that girl. I still can't belive she is old enough for the nursery. Seems like just yesterday she loved to have me rock her....not so much these days. She's a DOLL! Thanks for sharing :); 12/07/2008
Melanie said...: Oh, what a happy day, especially on the nursery front. I can't say I'm not a little jealous. And congrats to Jonah and his new Priesthood responsibilities. What a big day!; 12/08/2008
Tamie said...: wow! those are pretty big milestones in a mom's life....and both in the same day!
happy day for RS and SS...all to yourself (if you actually get in there....)
and marching band...i think that waxed nostalgic there for a moment myself. :); 12/08/2008
SunValleyKid said...: What great milestones! I was just looking at your boy's birthday pictures and it seems just like last year we were all hanging out with our small boys going out to Cottage Expressions. Its just too sad how time flies by! Cute kids!!; 12/08/2008
Ryan and Julianne said...: Congrats on Jonah hitting such a milestone, and on being in the marching band! Woohooo! And, battery-powered lights attached to their coats??? I have to get me some of those!!

No sympathy -- sorry -- for the 12 minute drive to church. Growing up it was a 15 minute drive for us, and now on the east coast, it's a 20-25 minute drive for my parents, 30-35 min. in bad weather. But I'll give you some sympathy. But just a little. =); 12/08/2008
Ryan and Julianne said...: Oh - and PS -- Kamryn looks JUST like Emma in those pictures. At the first glance, I thought you were posting 1-year-old pictures of Emma, seriously. They are so cute.; 12/08/2008
Debbie said...: I noticed the Avatar comment there - I guess I'm going to have to break down and watch them...; 12/08/2008
David said...: Kristy, isn't it interesting that the Savior entrusts young boys to administer the most sacred ordinance performed outside the temple?; 12/11/2008

Who knows?

Julie Beck and her quality list of mothers-who-know is the buzz amongst my friends. We all listened to her talk in General Conference. We all had different reactions. One friend asked her husband to hurry and turn the TV off before the wave of guilt became too much. Another wants to know if the requisite "house of order" means every day or once a year?

My first reaction was to stand up and shout, "Good for you, Sister Beck! Tell it how it is--stop apologizing for the mold-breakers!" But then I realized that my own intentions were not as squeky clean as I would like them to be. She hit the nail on the head all right--the one that pricks my conscience. Too much clutter, not enough clean. Too many indulgences, not enough straight-and-narrow. Will my boys be rewarded or revolutionized at the MTC?

I didn't feel guilty enough to want to turn the TV off. But I did make a mighty mental note. What do I know? Well, I do know that I should probably get off the computer and go play a game with my kids--one with a gospel-centered theme would be preferred, right? I do know that I signed up for the gig of mother-at-home. I now know that it is harder than I thought. But I will try to do it with a smile on my face. The next time I want to crawl into my unorganized closet, pull a pile of dirty laundry over my head and hide away from responsibilties, (as LDS mothers do best) I will remember what I know: That Heavenly Father loves me. I am His child--taking care of his precious children. And I know I can do it the way He wants it done!

Emma-isms

Updated on May 23:

One of the guys working on our basement is named Chuck. He comes in and out the back door. One day Emma was at the bar, in view of the back door. Chuck walks in. Emma says, "Ooh--it's Chuck the evil sandwich-making guy--heh heh!" What?? sorry Chuck--the truly nice tape and texture guy. We all found out later that she was referring to a PBS show called Word Girl. one of the villains is the sandwich guy named Chuck.

Handing me a deflated beach ball: "Mom, could you get this blowed?"

Dirk asked Emma if she wanted some "breakust" (breakfast). We like to copy her cute words. But now she is growing out of them. She said, "It's not breakust, Dad. It's breakfussit. I mean breakfussat. I mean....cereal!"

When told to get to bed she said: "I don't want to go to bed. My toes are not tired!"

When told to find her socks: "I can't find them. They are everywhere!"

"What time it is?" and "Wert for me!"

"My hair is wiggly" Translation: my hair is in my eyes.

When sent to her room for time out, she exclaims: "This is an OUTRAGE!"

Our sprinkler guy is an interesting person; he is very trustworthy, but you might not know it by his looks: long hair, eyebrow ring, black-painted fingernails, and a lip full of chewing tobacco. He came to the door for his check; when he left, Emma asked, "Who was that?"
Mom: "The sprinkler guy."
"The sprinkle guy? I don't like the sprinkle guy. He is SO not perfect!"

She gave me a big hug and told me: "You are my best family forever and ever!"

The old stuff:

"I want some more yoranges (orange) juice"

While twirling in her nightgown: I am a "beanarella" (ballerina)

Princents=princess

Mom is ironing in front of a chic flic. Emma wants to join in, but is told to go downstairs because she is not old enough to watch the movie. Five minutes later, she comes up with, "I am older now. I grew up downstairs!"

Shouted from the upstairs window to the sprinkler guy working across the street: "Bye! I love you! Thanks for coming!"

To Dad as he is leaving for work: "Don't get any owies in the car!"

To Dad as he sits down to watch TV: "Goodnight, Dad. Don't get any owies on the chair!"

Valentine's tradition in the Lish house calls for homemade Valentine's cards. This year the boys wanted to have Avatar as their theme. Thanks to the internet, we were able to come up with some pretty cool images. My favorite was Andrew's choice: baby Appa. We punched holes by his feet, inserted a dum dum sucker, and ta da: a flying bison holding a treat on the Valentine's card. Sorry--you'll just have to imagine the final product. I haven't blogged long enough to remember that one should take pictures of the trivial; it only sinks in now that I am taking the time to type about it. oh well...maybe next year.

The real reason for my "side bar" entry is this: what happened to episode 14? We have been valiantly checking TV guide, nick.com and Avatar uploader for any tidbit about the new episode. Every Friday the information is the same: watch the new episode next week! Another week has come and gone, and still no new Avatar. Sniff. We are going through withdrawals. We are desperate to find out about Uncle Iroh--will he join up with the team? What will the Zuko--Iroh reunion be like? I need to hear Zak Tyler's laugh again.

If you think we are obsessed, I recommend watching season one and two. Or call Ryan, Rob or Mike. They will back me up and convert you to the way of the bending masters. Then you can mourn along side us for the lost ending of season three. Dirk thinks it has something do with the movie that is coming out next year--the animation rights have been tied up for some reason. Thanks a lot, M. Knight Shalmalyathingymambob. You better cast a good Aang!

Well, enough said. I'll let you know when the new episode airs. There will be much rejoicing in the land of the Lishlings.