Second Shift!

We found out today that Karl will be put on second shift for the month of March. Right now he goes to work from 6 am to 3:30 everyday. So he gets to see the kids for 4 hours a day, which is pretty good. On second shift he would work from 2:30 in the afternoon until 11:30 at night. So he would potentially see the kids for 6 hours a day. Also I would only have the kids by myself for 4 hours a day instead of the 10 hours right now. So on paper it doesn't sound to bad. We will see how it goes!

Religious Tolerance

Karl (the great husband that he is) ran to the grocery store (Fry's), late this evening to pick up a couple things for play group tomorrow. When he was on his way out of the store, he saw the LDS missionaries putting their cart away. The manager came running out behind Karl, toward the missionaries. He began to yell and basically chew out the missionaries. He said that they were soliciting religion in his store, and if they EVER CAME BACK AGAIN HE WOULD KICK THEM OUT. The young missionary simply replied, "We are just putting our cart away, and then we are leaving." The manager rang into them again, reiterating his threat. The missionary replied "I don't think you quite understand what we are doing", and again said we are just putting our cart away. Needless to say Karl was pretty livid, not just for the fact that the manager was out of line, but that he waited to chew the missionaries out until after they PURCHASED their groceries. Karl went back inside and said basically how inappropriate it was for him to speak like that to the missionaries. The manager said that they were soliciting religion, and tried to blow Karl off. Karl replied back "Then why on earth would you allow girl scouts to solicite cookies outside (no offense to girl scouts...I LOVE them), and some even go as far as to harass shoppers. The manager replied that they had corporate approval, and added that he will not tolerate religious solicitation in the store.
Okay. I have really been thinking alot about this lately. Just simply the fact that our nation was founded on the religious tolerance. That we have the right to worship and believe in what we choose. But hundreds of years later we are still fighting the battle that our ancestors fought. So if I am wearing a CTR ring, and someone asks me about it, I am I not allowed to talk about my faith inside a Fry's store? Is it right that Mike Huckabee essentialy has continued in the presidential race, not because he thinks he has a chance to win, but to guarentee a Mormon won't win? I know at this point I'm rambling, and I don't know what the answer is, but I do feel like now is the time for us to really take a stand. Honestly, this TERIFY'S ME! I never went on a mission. I am not the person that goes out of her way to make her opinion know. I have honestly never given anyone a Book of Mormon. I honestly, haven't made an effort to talk to my neighbors about the gospel, about my beliefs, about my faith. Maybe this is my wake up call. Maybe this is really bugging me, because that is what I need to work on. I simply don't know.

Also, I feel like this world is full of wonderful, loving people that are looking for a better life. A happy life. I think we all are. But I also feel like Satan doesn't just have a little crack in our armor, he has our breast plate completely off. That for some reason, what is tolerated as acceptable social behavior in today's society is so opposite of what should be done to work toward a better life. Tonight we were watching that new lie detector show. Basically, a person is hooked up to a lie detector, and they are asked questions. If they answer truthfully, they win money. If they don't answer truthfully, they lose everything. By the end of tonight's episode this woman confessed that she had an affair on her husband, would leave her husband for her ex boyfriend, amoung many other things....all for money! She essentially just ruined her life for money! I know I'm still rambling.

I am grateful for the gospel, for the guidance it give to me in my life, on a daily bases. I am grateful for my Savior, Jesus Christ, and that through him, and because of him, I can return to live with my Father in Heaven again. That I can be with my family for eternity. I know that with out the words of the scriptures and the prophets, I think I would be very confused. I just wonder lately, how much we can each do in world, by simply sharing that knowledge. I know that sounds cliche, but I think for me, it just clicked.

And so it begins...

Kyle loves to play in the bottom of the pantry. Usually I just give him a wooden spoon and he bangs on the floor, or the buckets inside the pantry. Well today he realized that the lid of the cherrios bucket comes off! I don't remember Kyra doing this sort of thing until much older. If you have been around Kyle at all, you know that Cherrios makes this kid's day. So he was in heaven! I do have a small confession. I didn't clean it up right away...I let him play in it for about 30 minutes...but I was able to get dinner made!

The Month of Love

Valentine's this year was great. The celebration started with playgroup. The kids decorated cookies, and a valentine bag, and gave each other valentines. It was super cute. Kyra loved it. For breakfast, I made the kids some heart shaped waffels, fruit and eggs (Kyra's favorite!)Karl's parents came into town the next day, so Karl and I went to a movie Friday night. We saw "Definitely, Maybe" It was a cute little chick flick. But it was great to get out, just the two of us. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday!

When I Return....

Last Sunday Karl Grandpa, Warren Howard Adams passed away. We traveled to Los Alamos, in Northern New Mexico, for the funeral. Although it was a sad occassion, it was nice to see family, some that I have never met. The funeral service was beautiful. Grandpa was a prisoner of war in Germany, during WW2, and was awarded the purple heart. He was given a military burial, with his fellow commrades playing taps on a bugel, and a military gun salute. His wife was given an American flag. It was very touching.
At the funeral the family sang a song "When I Return". I thought the words were really nice and wanted to share them.

In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed. When the sparrows stop thier singing and the sky is clear and red. When the summer's ceased it gleaming. When the corn is past its prime. When the journey's lost its meaning, I'll be home-ward bound in time. Christ, My one Lord and Master, Guide each step of my way. There shall be no greener pasture when I return to You one day. As You find its me your missing, as you wait for my return, To your voice I will be listening; in the road I'll stop and turn. Then the wind wills et me racing as my journey nears its end, and the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again. Christ my one Lord and Master, Guide each step of the my way. There shall be no greener pasture when I return to You one day. In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has goon to bed. When the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again.

Sledding!!!

When we went to Los Alamos this weekend, we were happily surprised how much snow they still had on the ground. So we took the kids sledding! It was also my first time sledding as well.

Kyra really loved it, but always closed her eyes on the way down.
Kyle wasn't as amused by the snow. He just wanted to eat it.

Kyra was very brave, and even wanted to go by herself!

It was so much fun!

The Man Cold

I laughed so hard at this...Karl didn't get it.

glumbert - The Man Cold

We have an announcement to make!

Kyle is officially walking! (My friend did something similar on her blog, and she got me..so I thought I would see how many of you I could scare:)