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Bye Mom!

A few weeks ago we had Stake Conference as a Regional Conference by broadcast with many other stakes. My husband helped usher, so he took a few of our children to save a soft bench for us in the chapel instead of the hard fold-up chairs we usually get in the gym. I had brought several healthy snacks for the kids, water, a few Sunday appropriate books, finger puppets, and coloring books with crayons. We sat surrounded by adults without young children.

If I’d put a little more thought into it, I would have realized that sitting in the chapel with a broadcast wasn’t the brightest idea. The kids were fine coloring in their books before the broadcast began, and then…the lights went out. Um, yeah, coloring in the dark won’t work. We didn’t have that problem in the gym because of the natural light from the upper windows in the gym. Some of it came into the chapel, but it was overcast and darker due to the wet weather we were having.

I’m so grateful for the snacks and the finger puppets! They kept the kids busy enough to listen for about the first hour. The second hour, however, was more difficult. Several needed to use the restroom, and my 2yo son didn’t want to stay with me when some of the other children got to leave. The snacks kept the kids happy until they were gone. Several times I stopped the children from pushing, kicking, tickling, and loudly giggling. Another bathroom break for my 5yo, Wendy, and the 2yo, Peter, would not stay. (Why is it they choose to go to the bathroom when they’re bored?) He fussed until dad picked him up and started walking out of the chapel. Peter simply said, “By mom!” as they left. I couldn’t help but snicker. The lady in front of me told me after the conference that his comment was one of her favorite parts. I have to admit, it was one of mine too.


(This photo is from a summer activity, not the conference.)

Impromptu Family Trip

My husband had a short meeting this morning, so we got all 7 of us ready to go out the door by 8:30am to head to downtown.  We dropped David off and headed for the parking garage to watch the construction across the street while we waited for him.  We get to the 9th floor, and park.  My oldest decided she needed to use the restroom.  Usually it’s my 5yo, so I was irked for a moment about it.  Then I changed my thoughts and realized I have to go at inopportune times too. I put the 2yo in the sling (I forgot the stroller!) and we all trekked to the office building where I knew where the restrooms were.  I was the only mom with her children walking in that area I guess, because we had quite a few odd looks.  I wasn’t sure if it was my huge smile (it was a happy morning!), the fact that I brought my 5 kids downtown, or that most kids are in school on Thursday mornings.  No matter the reason, I just kept walking, smiling, and encouraging my kids to follow me around.

We made it back up to the parking garage before my husband made it out of his meeting, and I was able to take a few photos.  I’m excited for their construction project to be finished!  I used to work in the building behind the big white one on the far upper right area of the first picture.  It was strange to see the giant gaping hole they left when they tore down the parking garage and other structures around it.  I used to drive up and down the parking garage several times a day as a runner for a local law firm.  I’m excited to see what the finished product will be. Anyway, my kids loved the giant cranes. The noise was loud enough, I couldn’t hear my cell phone ring when my husband called me until my daughter pointed the ring out to me. Fun times!






Then we took a trip up to the capital building.  I took some random and not so random pictures. Most are unedited. I figure if I wait to edit all of them, I’ll never share them!

We were going to go to the Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum, but I’ve been feeling off today and knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant trip.  So we opted to take the happy route and head for home as a family.  I love spending time with my family and just enjoying each others’ presence.

Oh, and this is what I saw tonight before I put the kids to bed.

Do you need ban-daid?

      Peter, my 2 year old son, and Wendy, my 5 year old daughter, were playing with wood blocks this afternoon. Peter hit Wendy on the head with a block pretty hard. Wendy came crying to me, and so did Peter, although I’m not sure why he did.
      I put Peter in time out for hurting his sister and throwing the block. He calmed down to accept his two minutes time, but he was still sad. Wendy came over to give Peter a hug. She then proceeded to talk kindly to him about why he was in time out. She told him that he had hit her on the head with a block and it had hurt her.
      Peter asked, “Do you need ban-daid?”
      “No,” Wendy replied.
      “Do you need meh-sin?” (medicine)
      “No.”
      “Do you need ar-ka?” (arnica)
      “No, I need you to say sorry to me.”
      Peter gave her a hug and she gave him one in return. He said sorry, and she said she forgave him. They stood up and Wendy told me Peter was done with timeout. She frankly forgave him. Wow! I need to take a lesson on forgiveness from her!
      It was the cutest thing ever! I love the friendship and love my children have for each other, even when one of them has been hurt by another. What great lessons we can learn from our children!

Yummy!

“Yummy cookie, Mommy!”

Another grateful moment

Peter was in need of a haircut. He was getting a bit shaggy…

so, my mom gave him a haircut. It’s not bad considered he’s so wiggly…

then a week later one of my daughters left scissors lying around after making yarn dolls, and before I noticed them, well…

See that bare patch? We assume Peter did it to himself because anyone else would have hid the evidence. I found the hair in the hallway. I don’t want to buzz him, so I’m waiting a week to see if I can fix it or if the rest of his hair will be long enough to comb over the patch. It’s not quite long enough yet, but I’m hopeful.

In trying to see the good coming from it, I have to say that I’m grateful that it was my two year old who did it so I can’t make myself mad at anyone.  He seen grandma wield scissors on his hair the week before.  I can see why he would try it himself.  I’m also happy and grateful that we don’t have family pictures to do and that it’s my son instead of my daughter…just in case I need to get the clippers out to buzz it!