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Saffron and Elli…ot

Not long after Savannah left this morning for the Utah Classic ballroom competition Mariah called me into their room.

“Dad come look, you’ve got to see this.”

While we purchased two female dwarf hamsters it turns out that Ellie is actually Elliot.

I’m hopeful that first-time-mother Saffron doesn’t get too worried to care for her babies. Two is an awfully small litter so I’m a bit concerned that things might not be alright but I’m hopeful that it will all work out – and then we’ll have to decide how to handle mixed genders.

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Revealing Personalities

It’s always interesting to me to see the little ways that the kids display their unique personalities. Recently I noticed them coming through on Tap Fish, a game I have on my iPod. The game is a virtual aquarium and I allowed each of the kids to have their own tank. Because I don’t allow them to play the game anytime they want, and because the fish in the tanks will dies if neglected for too long (two full days according to the documentation), I make a habit of going in every day to feed their fish, just in case they won’t get an opportunity soon. Other than my basic maintenance I don’t do anything with the kids’ tanks, they each have complete control of what they put in the tank in the way of fish and tank decorations.

At first I limited what they could buy so that no one child would use up all the virtual money at the expense of the others but once I built up a sizable reserve of coins I dropped that restriction and it has been interesting to see each tank take on it’s own character according to the person who owned it.

Please note that I would not presume to read much into looking at the tanks if I did not get to see the other aspects of each child’s life as well.

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Budding Fashionista

For those who don’t know, Mariah is all girl in every way. It shows up in everything she does from dancing to dressing to interacting with babies. We got another taste of it last night when she had to put her laundry away.

I was tasked with helping her get the job done. We started off very slowly as Mariah and I worked through a philosophical difference. I was trying to convince her to put shirts in one basket and pants in another etc. She wanted to put one outfit in one basket and another outfit in another basket etc. The final compromise was that she could place things together as outfits, but each basket would not be limited to a single outfit (not enough baskets). By the way, an outfit consisted of shirt, pants, socks, a jacket, underwear, and pajamas. Eventually she got bored of assembling the whole set so outfits became shirt and pants (the way I would have defined them).

As we got closer to finished Mariah discovered what I had been trying to tell her before, that she did not have the same number of shirts as pants. She discovered it when she had three shirts left and five pairs of pants to match them with. I was not sure how this situation would play out but Mariah had a great solution – she went to the buckets and pulled out two of the shirts and added them to the remaining shirts so that she had 5 shirts and 5 pairs of pants to form 5 more outfits.

After we got finished I told Laura the story and she insisted that I had to record this adventure with out little fashionista.

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Too Busy to Hear

It constantly amazes me how human and approachable President Eyring is. We were blessed to have him speak to our Elder’s quorum today. His son, Stewart, was there as well. At the end, everyone allowed President Eyring to leave first. I was not far behind him, but he stopped in the hallway to wait for his son. As I got to where he was he said, “I guess Stewart isn’t coming yet.” I’m not sure that he was really saying it to me, but I responded that it looked like Stewart was stuck behind a lot of other people in the room. Just then I heard Savannah’s voice in the hallway calling to Alyssa and Mariah – trying to direct them. As they came in sight I called out to them to calm them down and get them out of the way. President Eyring said to me “Savannah?” (I had called her by name) and I said, “Yes, Savannah.” He then called out to her. Unfortunately for Savannah, she was too busy with whatever she was thinking about to notice that a prophet had tried to speak to her. She rushed off the other way to find Laura.

As that happened Mariah came to me and asked me to pick her up. I stood up with her in my arms as Savannah was leaving and turned to President Eyring and, referring back to the lesson he had just given said “this is my little celestial kingdom.” He looked at Mariah and said, “Yes, and we all have to become like her to return home.”

I think that is the identifying feature of the society of apostles and prophets – it’s not about titles or position, but that society is where the eternal can be recognized even among the most mundane parts of life. Being in their presence is no guarantee that we will be able to recognize what they have to offer us. To truly have the society of apostles and prophets we have to prepare ourselves to listen when they speak and to feast on what they have to offer us – whether they have a title that the world would recognize, or whether they are simply people filled with the spirit of prophecy and a testimony of the Savior.

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It Takes a Village

Most people have heard the proverb “it takes a village to raise  a child,” especially since it was made more famous by the book “authored” by Hillary Clinton when she as the First Lady. (Personally I doubt that she “actually wrote the book” as she claims. She probably commissioned it, helped edit it for content, approved it, and wrote the acknowledgment section.) Of course, Mrs. Clinton meant that society was very important in raising a child – which is true on the surface – but the real value in the proverb is not what it means about child-rearing as what it means about society. What I take it to mean for society is that we must build societies that are large enough to provide the support necessary to raise a child to adulthood and intimate enough that each child is more than a statistic in the process. That’s the main problem with the government approach – government solutions must reduce everyone to no more than a statistic. A village, in other words, consists of those outside the immediate family who are familiar and trusted by each other (both children and adults) and who have an interest in the successful raising of the children in the village.

A perfect example of the village approach occurred last night. We went to see a performance of Annie being put on by Bountiful High. Soon after we arrived we ran into my cousins, JP and Marie Feinauer. The kids were well behaved for the first song, but then their ages began to catch up with them. Isaac started running up and down the aisle. He wasn’t very noisy, but with the light coming from the open doors at the back he cast a long (and distracting) shadow. Mariah was pretty good, except that she had to keep switching laps. Alyssa could not seem to stop herself from changing seats, bouncing, and talking (without her whisper voice). Savannah was perfectly behaved. Considering how late it was (late for young children) we decided that we needed to leave at intermission, but that was really not fair to Savannah who was enjoying the show and acting appropriately. This is where JP and Marie, members of our village, come into our story. At intermission I asked if the Feinauer’s would be willing to drive Savannah home at the end of the show. They agreed.

Because they were there, and were trusted by both us and Savannah, we were able to take the three home who were not acting appropriate to the setting while allowing Savannah to stay. Not only was this fair for all of the children, but being able to make that distinction showed in a very tangible way what behavior was appropriate at a public performance. I honestly expect that at the next public performance we attend Alyssa will act appropriately (and possibly even Mariah) because of the lesson from last night – made possible because of some help from our village.

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Primary Songs by Mariah

Mariah sat down at the piano today and started playing and singing for Issac and me. The primary children’s songbook was opened to I Am a Child of God. Here is what Mariah sang to us:

I am a child of God and He has sent me toooo . . . go get the brass plates.

Isaac asked for her to sing the temple song so she turned to a page in the songbook with a picture of Jesus and started singing Isacc’s favorite “temple song.” Here were her lyrics:

I love to see the temple, I’m going there someday, to get the brass plates.

I wonder if anyone can guess what story has recently made an impression on Mariah.

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Mariah Discovers Electricity

Tonight during the usual bedtime hubub I went running back to Mariah’s room when I heard her start to cry. There had been no telltale noise to indicate that something had happened, but this was not a whimper as if she just wants to get attention. When I arrived she was sitting on her bed crying but there was still no indication as to why. I asked what happened and she told me that she pushed the humidifier and got an ow. Since the humidifier was still perched four feet off the ground where it was supposed to be, I asked what she meant. She replied that Isaac had unplugged the humidifier and when she pushed it in she got an ow.

I explained to her that it was called a shock and that it was electricity that makes the humidifier run. I told her that if she needed to have it plugged in again that she should just call me.

It’s funny that in all the times she has played with plugs before she has never been shocked, I guess she just got her fingers in the wrong place in the dark when she tried tonight.

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Faith of a Child

Kids are amazing. While I was running this morning I was thinking about what my 18 month-old daughter did last Sunday when I was at an early morning meeting. I again realized what an impressive feat it was.

When I got home from the meeting Laura told me that Mariah had waited on the couch for me for over half an hour. She just sat there, watching out the window, waiting for me to come home. She probably thought I was running – which is usually the case when I am gone before she wakes up – and fully expected to see me running down the street towards the house. Occasionally she would ask Laura to tuck the blanket in around her, but she was content to wait for my return. She almost made it too.

As I thought about it I wondered how often I don’t do as well at waiting for others (my children for example) as my daughter did at waiting for me. How often do I fail to display the kind of faith that she displayed that everything would be as she wanted it to be if only she gave it the necessary time.