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Showing posts with label Primary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Primary. Show all posts

Sunday, February 20, 2011

My Belated Valentine

Eli made this in Primary. 


Then he told me it has his picture on it, so it's his. 

False. 

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

My Sweet Little Sheep ~ and other Christmas happenings

Last night was our ward Christmas party. 
Eli was a sheep in the Nativity play. 

(eating his dinner)

 (uh... is this mutton!?)

(waiting oh so patiently for the play to start)

(baaa...)

(with the other sheep)

When Eli is sixteen wanting to borrow my car, I will of course have to say "no", because I will always remember him as a sweet little sheep. 

Iris ate a carrot!

and got a goodie bag from the three pimps wise men

(she wouldn't take it from them! my kids fear people in costume... except for Batman, oddly)

Eli got a goodie bag from his buddy, the Bishop

baaaa....

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

My Baby Boy

Is four years old today.

He loves his Daddy, 
Tractors,


His kitty,

Dump trucks, his baby sister



His bicycle, getting dirty, Jesus, Sunbeams, kisses,

Cornfrogs,


Working hard,



Cuddling with his Mama.

I love you, Eli! Happy birthday!




Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day

After my Mother's Day All Bran in bed, it was time for church!

Today my baby boy sang in Sacrament Meeting with the rest of his Sunbeam class.

I used to roll my eyes at my Mom for crying when we sang on Mother's Day...

I cried. A bunch. Of course, since this is Eli, I was crying with mirth.

He was so proud to go up front with the rest of the Primary, and since he is a little Sunbeam, he was right in the front. Right in front of the stairs. He did not sing a note of the four songs sung, instead he gripped the hand rails and swung his legs back and forth like a gymnast. He swung the entire time, and when they were done singing and wanted to go back to their parents, they were blocked by the littlest Sunbeam. The Primary president picked him up and moved him out of the way.

And that is my big boy.


Happy Mother's Day!