February is famous (in my mind) for providing some of the most stunning Sunrise and Sunsets of the year. I'm not sure if there is a scientific explanation for this phenomenon or if I've just made this up, but I swear it - November and February make the most beautiful skies!!
More than once this month, I've impulsively rushed out the door, camera in hand to get a picture. (FYI-a beautiful sunrise totally trumps breakfast, doing kids hair, and prepping lunches. Yes it does!) On the morning I took this particular photo I was standing on the top of a snowdrift, wearing jogging shorts, John's winter coat, imitation uggs, with residual makeup from the day before still smeared all over my face. A kind and well intentioned man, headed in for the first session of the day, approached me and asked if I'd like for him to take a picture with me in it.
I tried to give the most emphatic NO I could, while still being polite. I mean, for all I know he could have had very poor eyesight?
LOVE this building and all that it represents!!!!
On another note, a few weeks back we had a FHE lesson on the 10 commandments. We took a moment to review each of them and the good news is - most of them are a CINCH! That dang 4th one about keeping the sabbath day holy is really kicking our butts though. haha. So.... in an effort to work on the one thing holding us back from absolute perfection, we compiled a long list of ideas of things the kids can do before or after church. It's been fun to see how some of them have responded:
One day Jessica started this giant painting of an owl. Abby soon joined in, and within the week they'd created this masterpiece. I was super proud of them for sticking with it. Of course, it's large, and made of cardboard, so after taking a picture of it I managed to find a great place for it in the garage;) (The garage is where I store all of my favorite treasures. ...REALLY!!!)
One week later, I came home from a Young Women's meeting to find the kids sitting on a row of chairs, staring at a homemade pulpit in front of them. That person standing at the pulpit is supposed to be our bishop, Bishop Heggie. haha. I got such a kick out of the Kleenex box and the scriptures.
For the entire day, Jessica made us keep this thing set up. In fact, at dinner time (because we needed to use the chairs) she agreed to let us push the Bishop over to the table. 

After awhile though it all got a little bit old. Every time I walked into the room I'd be startled for a second thinking someone was in our kitchen! Again, it wasn't long before this little gem made it to the garage as well;)
By the third Sunday I'd felt pretty confident that we'd all gotten into a better, more reverent groove. All of us but Sam, that is. For a good 10 minutes that Sunday morning I stood at the sink peeling potatoes and listening to him complain about being "bored!" Over my shoulder I'd respond to him with a distracted suggestion of what I though he should do. His response was always the same. "MOM- I'm BORED!!!"
Finally I turned around, prepared to give him an idea (mingled with a threat;) and found myself staring at this:

Get it? I'm BOARD! haha (baddaboom!)
Seriously, I thought he was delightfully clever.
Annoying, but clever!
This past weekend was a busy one for us. On Thursday Abby and I (and 4 other Moms and daughters from town) headed to Calgary so that she could be a part of a Provincial Children's choir. We got there in time to do a bit of shopping together before I had to drop her off. From that point on we were pretty much tied to the down town core as she practiced 9-10 hours each day with a group of kids she'd only met once the month prior!

She practiced each day in the beautiful Knoxx Church! It was acoustically amazing and the atmosphere was dreamy. I could have sat there forever and listened! But alas, the nearby shopping centre called my name a time or two;)
We were proud Mama's the evening of these kids' performance. Their beautiful voices echoed through the whole church and it was obvious to me that they had all grown as singers because of the training they'd received over the past few days. My favorite song of all was "Goin' up a Yonder." Angelic.
(getting a Standing Ovation at the end)
While I was in Calgary, John was back at home keeping the other half of our family alive! ;)
Every time I phoned home to check on things, one of the kids would answer and give me a long drawn out story of all that was going wrong. "The house is on fire!" "Dad just burnt dinner!" "Nathan's been lost for days!" ...stuff like that. All lies, of course, but they all seemed to get a kick out of teasing me. Saturday morning, Sam phoned me and told me that the night before he'd cracked his head open and needed stitches. Naturally, I told insisted that he was a liar and refused to believe him. A few hours later I received an unexpected text (from the Dr. who had attended to him the night before) with these photos:

I pretty much felt like a winner after that.
Let this be a lesson to you all of why you never EVER cry wolf!!!!































