Remember

I find myself trying to account for the last 3 months (months since my last post-shameful!).  I am tempted to sweep it out my backdoor like this morning's breakfast crumbs, but I am sure something blog worthy has happened.  I just can't recall, which sadly leads me to conclude that my writer "eye" is sadly fading.  I am no longer seeing things as a great story to tell. 

The other night I was remembering a small town I lived in during the 1rst and 2nd grade.  It seemed so magical as a child.  We lived in a new subdivision situtated on lots of open acres for playing and roaming.  I road my bike down what seemed to me at the time a giant highway to my piano teachers house.  We dressed up in our Sunday best on Tuesdays and walked to primary after school let out.  We bought penny candy at the Merrill store and ran barefoot down gravel roads.   As a young adult I once detoured off the freeway on my way back to college to visit this childhood community.  I was so sad to discover that it was practically a ghost town.  It was as if it had died when I left and nothing was ever the same.  I looked for anything familar and it seemed that nothing was even remotely the same.  I often long for things to be familar and to stay the same.

Is this what happens when we don't tell our stories and keep them alive.  It must be a reflection of my own personal weakness of being resistant to change.  I long for things to stay the same, or as I remember them.  I am afraid things are never a good as we remember them anyway.  What a terrible thing to not be able to remember the good things.  The sad truth is that things do change and all we have is our ability to remember and learn or have hope for better things. 

The Day of Rest

Our daddy is down and out with a very sore back.  He hurt it at work on Friday and has been suffering all weekend long.  It has not been the same around here without him.  He left for the doctor about 1 hour before we left for church this morning and didn't return home until after we got home.  Here is what he missed during those hours;

• Two little reverent boys waiting in the foyer of the church for Mommy and Lydia to catch up and blow in with the spring wind.  
• Lydia begging for "miiiiilllk!" the moment we sat down. Rider begging for fruit snacks the moment we sat down.  Austin begging for snacks and entertainment the moment we sat down.
• Rider eating fistfuls of pretzel sticks while rolling around the the floor smashing all the ones he dropped.
• Austin yelling at Rider during the passing of the sacrament to "leave my Sponge Bob band aid alone!"
• Lydia doing back arches and whining for "miiilllk!"  Rider doing dead fish moves while mommy tries to keep him from escaping to his favorite hangout--the drinking fountain.
• Rider went to nursery without incident and Austin to primary without complaint.
• Lydia and mommy hid out in the mother's lounge during Sunday School to call daddy and make sure he was not admitted to any local hospitals.
• Grammy saved the day and arrived just in time to scoop up sleeping Lydia while Mommy taught a lesson in Relief Society.

Daddy has been sleeping peacefully since arriving home thanks to some very effective narcotics.  We somehow managed to pass the time without his wrestling and rides on the John Deere Lawn mower today.  After a quick game of dress up everyone decided that it just wasn't any fun to be awake anymore without our number one man.  They are all sleeping peacefully and Mommy is happily returning to her old friend the blog.