Ouch...Oh, well, That's a Little Better

During primary we spotlight one child. This is the kids very favorite thing that happens, the full three hours they endure church, and they are always on the edge of their chairs, in hopeful anticipation that it will be them. Clues are read about the spotlight child, and guesses are made. Very exciting, indeed. Yesterday, will was listening intently, and the clue of "Who is your favorite person?" was read. The spotlight child's answer was, "my mom". Without hesitation, Will looked right up at me, and dejectedly said, "Oh, I know it's not me. My favorite person is my dad." Ouch. He does know I'm his mom, right?
A merciful moment was on the horizon for me, however. This morning the boys and I were talking about their full names. Isaac, excitedly listened as we went over Will's full name and his initials, and was anxious to do his, but obviously didn't realize what his full name was. When I explained to him his middle name was Joshua. He wailed, "I don't like that name! I don't want that name! Nooooooo!!"
That made it all a little better.

The Best Part of Any Family Home Evening

Giggy-Monster
Wow!

Oh, what a difference two years makes!

Worked Great!

Another family home evening idea in case anyone is wondering. We have been focusing on kind words and actions in our house lately. I must admit that I am blessed for now, because the most serious insult my boys can typically muster is to call you a burp. I know--not even a real insult, but to them it is very serious. They also use it in it's verb form when they are trying to be forceful by threatening to "burp you". Nonetheless, not very nice, so we did this family home evening about being kind, where we taught the Golden Rule, and explained that when we are kind to someone it is like putting candy in their cups, where if we are mean it is like filling their cups with rocks. We kept them out for a couple of days, and it all went well, and the message seemed to really sink in, until about day 7 when it all changed. Now instead of threatening to give you a good burping, they may threaten to rock you. I tried.

Two-Faced

We are lucky at the Brown house. We may just have the most fun daddy in the universe. Josh is usually busier than anyone I know, but he always makes time to spend with me and the boys. Their favorite activity as of late are "tackle parties", and they are exactly what they sound like. Josh also hosts the occasional "snowboarding party" on the XBOX, another crowd pleaser. Both of these activities seem to be anti-mommy, because we are pretty sure that the baby would get broken in the tackle party, and as Will so tactfully puts it, I can't play in the snowboarding party because I'm not very good. Before our snow all melted Josh took them out to build a snowman. Of course, because we have two independent, strong-minded little boys, this would mean that two snowmen would be necessary, but Josh being the super smart guy that he is threw two faces on him and the boys were content.

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Thanks to our daddy for all he does. Come home soon, because as Will would say, "Mommy isn't very fun."