My dear sweet lion-hearted Wesley Richard is growing up! He is now speaking in partial sentences! For example:
"I don't want it!"
"O.K., I will."
"I did it!"
"I need help, mama."
"That's funny."
"No, Michael."
"Hi, Pampie!" (to Francesca)
"Papa's home!" "Papa's home!"
He has also hit a little growth spurt that last few weeks, which is very good. He loves playing with animals, Michael, and watching Barney. His favorite foods are noodles, string cheese, and Life cereal. He is still just as cuddly as ever and loves to make people laugh. I love that little guy!
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15 January 2010
"Bessers" and Michael's Other Terms of Endearment
So, Michael has been using some pretty interesting nicknames lately.
Krishna our kitten he refers to as "Pitna".
He calls Francesca "Pampie" or "Pampers".
I am "Momsie".
Justin is "Pops".
And yep, For Wesley, it's usually "Bessers" or "Bessie".
Hopefully this is just a phase...
21 November 2009
The True Spirit of Christmas
Message By David O. McKay:
The danger which arises in our celebration of Christmas is the possibility of allowing the real purpose of commemorating the spiritual to be overshadowed by the material. The true spirit of giving happiness to others, the fellowship of good friends, the satisfying knowledge that Christmas reminds us of Chirst's promise of a new and better life must always be uppermost in our minds.
It is fitting at Christmastime to renew our desires and to and to strengthen our determinaton to do all that lies within our power to make real, among men, the messaage heralded by the angels. Let us glorify God by seeking the good, the true, the beautiful. Let us strive to establish peace on earth by exercising that same good will toward one another which God has shown toward us.
He lived for us, that we might live; He came to give us life eternal. Let us accept His gift with gratitude.
Jesus is the prince of peace, but he will not bring peace to the world in any magical way. As He has always done, He will grant it only according to the law upon whch it, like all blessings, is predicated. Hate breeds hate; love begets love; kindness invites more kindness; and kindness and love beget peace.
When mankind learns this simple lesson, peace will come to them as a natural result. Predatory interest will fade away. Men will see one another as brothers, each one created in the image of God. They will understand that to love God, they must first love their neighbors as themselves.
-Secrets of a Happy Life, David O. McKay, 1967
The danger which arises in our celebration of Christmas is the possibility of allowing the real purpose of commemorating the spiritual to be overshadowed by the material. The true spirit of giving happiness to others, the fellowship of good friends, the satisfying knowledge that Christmas reminds us of Chirst's promise of a new and better life must always be uppermost in our minds.
It is fitting at Christmastime to renew our desires and to and to strengthen our determinaton to do all that lies within our power to make real, among men, the messaage heralded by the angels. Let us glorify God by seeking the good, the true, the beautiful. Let us strive to establish peace on earth by exercising that same good will toward one another which God has shown toward us.
He lived for us, that we might live; He came to give us life eternal. Let us accept His gift with gratitude.
Jesus is the prince of peace, but he will not bring peace to the world in any magical way. As He has always done, He will grant it only according to the law upon whch it, like all blessings, is predicated. Hate breeds hate; love begets love; kindness invites more kindness; and kindness and love beget peace.
When mankind learns this simple lesson, peace will come to them as a natural result. Predatory interest will fade away. Men will see one another as brothers, each one created in the image of God. They will understand that to love God, they must first love their neighbors as themselves.
-Secrets of a Happy Life, David O. McKay, 1967
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