rumbly feet and black eyes

So today Inez and I snuggled under the covers in my bed and we read through The Friend magazine (I always feel like I'm being a really good mom when we read from it). We started talking about the Holy Ghost when she suddenly remembered to tell me, "Earlier when I was watching tv, there was a rumbling in my feet and it was the Holy Ghost." She was SO excited.

Then later she was "playing" the piano and from upstairs I heard her call me twice. She didn't hear me yell back that I'd be right there because then I heard her call out, "Heavenly Father!" After another pause she yelled, "God!" When I came back downstairs she said, "I'm waiting for Heavenly Father" as she held a few heavy piano books in place so that they wouldn't fall. We had a discussion earlier about saying Heavenly Father instead of God because it is more reverent. In her moment of need, she decided to go against what she had just been taught. But it was funny.

Later I found her looking at an old Halloween issue of a Martha Stewart Kids magazine.

She pulled this little subscription card out and excitedly yelled, "Mom! I found an email for you!"


Probably one of the funniest things that she does right now is that upon entering whatever room I'm in she proudly announces, "Mom, I didn't hide anything," or "I didn't squish Gwen" or "I didn't (fill in the blank with whatever she did do)". I'm glad I can have a sense of humor about some of the stuff that she does or she might end up with a black eye (okay, not really but I need a segue here).

Speaking of black eyes...

This little girl (who also enjoys w.w. smoothies) fell last week when I wasn't looking.

I think she fell from her favorite little chair onto a toy to get this shiner. It swelled and bruised immediately. Let me just say that it is not easy to hold an ice pack on a toddler's face. Even if it's a kitty cat ice pack.

(Here's a little snot for good measure)
I'm not surprised that she fell because I am constantly catching her pulling stunts like this.

In fact the very next day after getting her black eye, she fell again and slightly bruised her other eye and the top of her nose.

I'm sure the neighbors can hear her when she goes from zero to red-in-the-face in one second, throws her head back and wails.

But don't worry about me. If someone calls child services for the crying and black eyes, they'll only find us snuggled up, reading The Friend.