I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirl under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
~Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Shake A Leg



Yesterday I was walking down the hall,
passed the door of the girls room
and out of the corner of my eye can see
Hailey.
She is sitting on her floor playing barbies.
The untrained eye wouldn't have seen anything else
and probably would have continued on down the hall.
Me?...No.
I immediately turn around and tell her,
"Hailey, go potty."
And she says,
"Mom, I don't have to."
And I tell her,
"Hailey, go potty!"
She looks up at me,
rolls her eyes,
puts down her barbies
and heads to the bathroom.
Ever since Hailey started knowing she needed to pee she will shake a leg.
Which has been nice because I have always know to,
but is also bad because she only does it when she has put it off
and is trying to prolong her trip to the bathroom.
WhAt A sIlLy GiRl.

2 comments:

Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

LOL!!! That is so funny. Isn't funny how mother pick up on things that anybody would have totally over looked. That just goes to show what a great mother you are.

Elder Larkin said...

haha! She's a little stinker. Maybe you should give her to me.