Learning Curve

Family Home Evening this week included learning the Latter-day Prophet song, so we pulled out our pictures and laid them all out while we sang. Tuesday brought a lot of time in the car, so we played the song over and over. Today the music came back inside and the pictures found a semi-permanant place on the wall. I think the song has been on repeat for about 20 minutes and I'm sure I'll hear it tonight in my sleep. The fun part is that Cooper can point out about 6 prophets correctly and chimes in with the last word in each phrase in the song. He's pulled out his instruments and is dancing to the music... whatever makes this fun, right??



Although I'm waiting until we return from vacation to tackle potty-training full-time, when he asks to go, I don't argue! And I'm not above incentives... he knew he could have a new piece to his train whenever he chose to go to the potty. He got it in his head that today was the day and sat and sat until it happened. On his own accord. I suggested a few times that he get up and we could try again later, but he said, "not yet, mom." Finally I heard joyous cries from the bathroom, "mom, I did it!" Really? "Look mom, I wet!!" Hugs, high-fives and praise all around! Tiny personal successes are super! and so are hours of entertainment brought on by a new train car.



The last encounter with Cooper was truly an encounter and I'm so sorry I don't have a good photo. Last night I was kneeling at the foot of his bed waiting for him to turn of his bedroom light and come pray. Well he came, exhubrantly. Instead of simply kneeling down (that would be much too easy) he had to jump up first and land on his knees. The trouble came when he jumped up and his forehead collided with my face. Hard. There was an enormously loud crack in my head and I wondered if my face was still in tact. Yes, it was that bad. I immediately teared up and tried to see if there was blood and if his face was throbbing as bad as mine was. No, he was fine and wondering what in the world was wrong with me. We finished going to bed and on the way out of his room I felt an enormous lump forming under my eye. I could not see clearly and was just grateful that my cheekbone still felt in one piece. It was ugly, my friends, and such a silly reason for a black eye! I was puffy and black and blue. I've got a little residue today, but aside from being a little sore, it's fine. Ridiculous. Denten just looked at me and said, "you were praying?" well, trying to! Oh well, I'll just be grateful that if my child is going to contribute to bruising, he didn't do it on purpose!

I'd also love to share the latest success in the pool, but I need some assistance in posting a video... would you mind sharing the easiest way to do this? Any tips will be appreciated!

Lastly, my dear brother and his dog were in an accident yesterday and we are so lucky they are ok. They totally had angels with them. You can check out pics of the wreckage on Lindsay's site (sidebar) and be amazed that the worst of it was stitches for Ben. We are mourning the loss of Levi (the vehicle) but glad that's all we have to part with.