Our Little Princesses

We haven't blogged in a while, so I thought I'd give a quick update. We are staying very busy these days. Erik started his second year of residency in July and is now considered an "upper level" with greater responsibilities and accountability. He has been doing really well. The girls and I will occasionally go visit him at the hospital when he has weekend call and hasn't been able to see them much.

Abigail and Anne are growing up, and we enjoy watching their personalities develop. Abigail at
3 1/2 is quite the chatterbox and frequently takes me by surprise with her constantly expanding vocabulary and vivid imagination. She is currently obsessed with princesses (I don't know how it happened...), particularly the rebellious, red-headed variety. She insists on being called "Mermaid" at home and everywhere we go (even in the nursery at church) and badgers me ALL DAY LONG to play with her. I pretend with her for a while until I am either tired of being Prince Eric or can't put off other responsibilities any longer, at which point I try to excuse myself by saying something like, "Abigail, I'm sorry. But I need to start on dinner now. We'll play princesses later, ok?"

That worked a few times. Now she just follows me to wherever I have to go do something and says, "Mom, can you be Prince Eric making dinner?"

Or "Mom, can you be Prince Eric feeding baby Anne?"

"Mom, can you be Prince Eric folding laundry?"

As wearisome as it is, I just can't help laughing on occasion, especially when she starts singing Ariel's song with way more heart and soul than is decent for a three-year-old. Or when she explained to me that Ariel can swim underwater without problems because she has such big eyes. Or when she starts relaying my "Little Mermaid lectures" to other people. For example, during her nursery lesson on obedience last Sunday, she informed her class that the Little Mermaid is not a good example because she disobeys her father. She has also been telling people that we shouldn't dress up as Ariel for Halloween because she is not modest.

I think I'm ready for some boys.
Our sweet Anne girl just gets sweeter. She is 10 months now and is crawling all over the house, army-style. She is getting up on her knees more and more every day, so I don't think it will be long before she's getting around a lot faster. She still adores her big sister, and they enjoy making each other laugh. Anne loves to blow raspberries and gets a great deal of positive reinforcement from Abigail. Ok, and me too. I'm trying to repent, though, because it's not as funny when she does it with her mouth full of mashed lentils and I'm the one who gets sprayed.

Here are some recent snapshots.

Talking on the phone with Uncle Joseph or Hyrum--can't remember

Here's a little video of Anne. (If you listen carefully, you can hear Abigail singing The Little Mermaid song in the background...)

Must be an inside joke...

Here's an every-day occurrence at our house which I finally captured on video today: Abigail making Anne laugh.

Despite my repeated efforts and varying tactics, I have never been able to produce a belly laugh from Anne of this caliber. All Abigail has to do is get eye contact and make a noise--any noise.



It sure is fun to listen to them.

Anne is growing

One happy girl who likes to sing like a bird.



Now she has learned to sit up.
L'Anita thinks she looks like my old pictures in a wrestling stance.



We've also started solid foods. And discovered a few teeth coming in.

Fun with Great Grands

Eagerly awaiting lunch. A napkin will do for now.

Special story time on GreatGrand's lap

Anne is just kicking back on the porch.



Abigail has a nack of charming her way onto anyone's lap. Not quite the introvert her parents usually are.

Happy birthday Grandpa!

Beach Fun

Something therapeutic about taking a long drive to the coast and turning back to the memories of my childhood on the beach. Watching my daughter explore those same adventures is twice as fun as reveling in my own memories.

Dig til your heart's content.

But don't dig too deep.

Not quite half way to China, but its a start.

My Girls

It wasn't very nice of me to post for the first time in a month and not include a single picture.

So here are a few! My girls are getting so big...

Abigail's trying to help Anne grab onto the little bug.

So happy to see DaddyAbigail almost always joins Anne for "tummy time"--at least for a few minutes. I have about twenty pictures like this. But it's just cute every time!

A little background before you watch the video: Abigail and I (and Erik on his days off) have a little devotional each morning when we sing a few songs and read scriptures. Abigail loves it and often requests a second devotional at some point during the day. She always wants to read "just one more" chapter.

Recently we finished reading the New Testament stories. (By the way, these are abbreviated versions of the scriptures, with pictures accompanying the stories. They are published by the Church and designed to help young children transition easily to the full text. I loved reading them with my mom and later on my own when I was young. They are a wonderful resource to have when your kids are young. You can order them online here.)

Not surprisingly, we've started hearing more New Testament language from Abigail. She really cracked us up one evening when she put on my shoes and informed us she was going to the Sea of Galilee...

"Let no one shirk"

I had an interesting conversation with Abigail at dinner tonight.

She wanted to sing a song from our hymnbook called "Put Your Shoulder to the Wheel." The message of the song is essentially that there's plenty of work to do in the world and in the Lord's Church, and we should all be a part of it. Abigail enjoys the hymn mainly because it contains the word "shirk" in the chorus, which she thinks is a very funny word for some reason. It sends her into a fit of giggles every time she hears it.

So tonight at dinner she requested that we sing it. So we sang the chorus several times. It is as follows:

Put your shoulder to the wheel; push along!
Do your duty with a heart full of song.
We all have work; let no one shirk.
Put your shoulder to the wheel.

At one point, I paused the song to ask, "Abigail, do you know what 'duty' means?"

She shook her head.

"Our duty is our job--the things we're supposed to do. Heavenly Father has given all of us a special duty. My duty is to take good care of my sweet girls and Daddy. Daddy's duty is to--"

"--love us!" she interjected.

"Yes...and to work hard so he can help take care of our family. What do you think your duty is?"

She named several things--pick up her toys, obey mommy and daddy, be a good big sister--which were accurate, even if not always perfectly observed...

I then explained what it means to "shirk" one's duty. Abigail apparently didn't follow my logic (I sometimes forget that three-year-olds can't always follow adult logic...because most of the time she seems so capable of reasoning!) because she kept asking what shirk means. So I tried to give a more concrete example.

"If I said one day, 'I don't want to fix dinner for my family tonight. I don't want to take care of Abigail. I don't want to feed baby Anne'--that would be shirking my duty. And my family and Heavenly Father would be very sad."

Abigail was listening intently as I spoke. When I finished, she said, "Mommy, if you do that and forget your duty, I will remind you!"

I nodded solemnly. "Please do."

She raised her eyebrows. "And will you obey me?"