We just spent four days preparing for and participating in the LDS Eastern Home Educators Conference. It was a lot of work, but totally worth it! Both boys had a blast, and their lives were blessed by all of the presenters who put so much into their classes. Adrianne was on the other side this year, helping with three different events/classes. She and Quinn, along with two other youth, presented a musical number during the opening session for about 500 people. They sounded great, but my video camera was giving me an error message - drat!
Anyone looking for info on my math presentations, I'll have the entire text of the talks on this site within the next week, along with (hopefully) the Power Points.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Mormon Prom
Strange-but-true fact: those two kiddos in the prom picture have been friends since they were two. Through fights about toys and the imagination game they were playing, through summers exploring the woods and winters building snow forts, they've always adored each other. Kristen's dad Tim, Paul, and I were reminiscing on Sunday about that, and had to break into song: "Sunrise, Sunset," etc.
Is there a future here? Who knows! Certainly they'll always be friends.
Is there a future here? Who knows! Certainly they'll always be friends.
Friday, May 7, 2010
I just had to put this here! Too funny but TRUE!
Author Unknown: "I just realized that while children are dogs - loyal and affectionate, teenagers are cats. It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it, train it, boss it around. It puts its head on your knee and gazes at you as if you were a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with enthusiasm when you call it. Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who died and made you emperor.
"Instead of dogging your footsteps, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry -- then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before. You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings.
"Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave. Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
"Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it. One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say,"You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you. "Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again."
"Instead of dogging your footsteps, it disappears. You won't see it again until it gets hungry -- then it pauses on its sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn its nose up at whatever you're serving. When you reach out to ruffle its head, in that old affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then gives you a blank stare, as if trying to remember where it has seen you before. You, not realizing that the dog is now a cat, think something must be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial, so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go on family outings.
"Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your pet behave. Only now you're dealing with a cat, so everything that worked before now produces the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the counter. The more you go toward it wringing your hands, the more it moves away.
"Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish of food near the door, and let it come to you. But remember that a cat needs your help and your affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely forgotten. Be there to open the door for it. One day your grown-up child will walk into the kitchen, give you a big kiss and say,"You've been on your feet all day. Let me get those dishes for you. "Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again."
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