Vampires

This picture has nothing whatsoever to do with this post, except that I think it's funny. Logan and Maika got a hold of him the other day and dressed him up in Nalani's dress...I love having blackmail material for the years to come:)

Yesterday morning, Bronson woke up whining for a Band-aid.

Me: You don't need a Band-aid, you just woke up.

Bronson: Yes! Mom! I NEED a Band-aid!

Me: What happened?

Bronson: (Very serious, frowny face) A vampire bit my elbow!

Me: (inspecting the scratch on his elbow) Where was the vampire?

Bronson: In a castle, with me and Nalani and Maika and Logan.

Me: Where was I? Where was Daddy?

Bronson: At the store...

I think what really happened was he fell off the bed last night (because he did fall off the bed) during a nightmare about being chased through a castle with his sisters. Dreams are so crazy and sometimes so scary. But, Bronson is truly convinced that he was bitten by a vampire...I think they could've found a juicier place to bite than his elbow...Maybe the Cullens have moved from Forks?

Faith...

This woman, Natalie Norton, whom I don't even know, is the strongest example of faith. To me. She's living through my (and most mother's) worst nightmare. She has the most beautiful, heartbreaking way of expressing herself. Go read her blog...start sometime in December and work your way forward to today. Have a box of Kleenex handy! I found her through my cousin, Jenni, who lives in Hawaii. Natalie is a photographer and took Jenni's family pictures...

Looking Back, It's Pretty Funny!

Last Sunday Kelly wasn't able to make it to church, so I had to brave the kids (Bronson) by myself. Surprisingly he was so mellow and good. He even fell asleep while I was holding him the first hour...then I felt something warm spreading over my lap and soaking into my tights (and he'd already gone pee TWICE since we'd been there!). So, I lean over to Logan and tell her to keep an eye on the girls while we run home to change.

So we're back to church in clean clothes and I'm teaching Kelly's lesson...it all goes pretty well. I leave his class in the hands of others and head to teach my Young Women lesson. About twenty minutes before class is over Maika's teacher brings her to me and says she's not feeling good. There are tears in Maika's eyes, so I believe her:) I have her sit with us while I finish up my lesson. Done. During the closing prayer I hear curious noises and open my eyes to find Maika throwing up. Crap! I cut the prayer off and tell my 16 year old girls to leave (I don't know how teenage girls will react to throw-up and don't want a Barf-O-Rama started). Another teacher brings me stacks of paper towels and the garbage can. We strip Maika down and Rochelle lets her wear the extra shirt she's wearing. After we get things cleaned up, I leave to go find the other kids and get the car to drive to the other side of the building where Maika is waiting so we can make a sneak get-away.

Needless, to say I had had Bodily Fluids Overload. I was happy to be home where Maika could continue to throw-up in the toilets:)

Logan was another story. Her words when I finally found her crouching in my closet playing her DS? "What?! I'm deathly afraid of throw-up! I don't want to be anywhere around Maika!" Me? "Get out of my freaking closet!"

Like the title says, it's pretty funny now.