Archive for February, 2009

Mr. Mimic

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

Well, our three-year-old bundle of joy has finally outgrown his original online nickname. His potty-training has more or less completed, so referring to him as “The Poopsmith” no longer seemed fair. He has, however, picked up the sometimes amusing, sometimes annoying habit of mimicking everyone around him.  Many of Daboo’s catchphrases (e.g. “thanks for playing”) are now being uttered by little lips barely capable of forming the words.  He also follows Captain Flail around as much as possible to mimic him.  This is pretty much the worst thing possible from the Captain’s perspective.  Thankfully, I haven’t seen too much of myself yet.  I fear it is only a matter of time.

Mr. Mimic eating Ice Cream

Captain Flail’s First Talk

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

Captain Flail gave his first talk in Primary today! It was super exciting, especially since we forgot about it until we were out with Ancient of Days and Mrs. AoD last night. So Daboo woke up at 4:00 am and wrote a talk for him. I got to spend the morning going over it with him so he could actually read it. It went pretty well.

Here’s the text of the talk:
Heavenly Father loves each one of us because we are His children.
Because He loves us, He sent us down to earth to be part of a family.

All families look different, but they all help us to be safe and to grow.
Heavenly Father sent me to my family. He knows what kind of family is best for me.
He puts all of us in families because He loves us and wants us to be happy.
I know that my family loves me and wants to help me grow up to be brave and make good choices.
I love my family, too. I know that we can be together as a family forever.
I want to read the words of a song about families. I know that it is true.

I have a family here on earth. They are so good to me.
I want to share my life with them through all eternity.
Families can be together forever through Heavenly Father’s plan.
I always want to be with my own family,
And the Lord has shown me how I can.
The Lord has shown me how I can.

I know that I am part of a family who loves me. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

Superbowl Sunday

Sunday, February 15th, 2009

This is from a couple weeks ago, but I’d wanted to take some pictures of the “party” we went to at my uncle’s. As you can see, the boys were not very interested in the game. (Although to be fair, it wasn’t that great of a game until the fourth quarter.)

Get it?  Block party?

Get it? Block party?

Valentine’s Day

Saturday, February 14th, 2009

aboo and I are doubling with Ancient of Days and Mrs. AoD tonight. We’re going to see Coraline and then find somewhere to have dinner afterwards. Thanks to all the people who made this possible. 😉

Kissing Day!

Kissing Day![/caption

Hello world!

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

katie1Porphyria’s Lover

The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its worst to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her hat and let the damp hair fall,
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put my arm about her waist,
And made her smooth white shoulder bare,
And all her yellow hair displaced,
And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,
And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,
Murmuring how she loved me–she
Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vainer ties dissever,
And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,
Nor could to-night’s gay feast restrain
A sudden thought of one so pale
For love of her, and all in vain:
So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me; surprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one long yellow string I wound
Three times her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily oped her lids: again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
I propped her head up as before,
Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
That all it scorned at once is fled,
And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how
Her darling one wish would be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!