Something They Love

Hmmmm...

What is something they love? Soda

What is something we want them to love?
LDS General Conference

How can I use something that they already love to help them build a love, hopefully a growing love for something so important, and kinda boring for little kids, such as the General Conference?

I'm going to entice them to listen with very large bottles of soda.

Is this genius?
Or is this just an eventual hot, sticky, mess?

We will see.

Ninjas

Last night I couldn't sleep.

Imagine that.

I was thinking of somewhere to take my mom that she hasn't visited before and that my babes would enjoy. (If the smoke subsided, of course.)

I thought about this garden that we passed by all the time but have never ventured into. And then I thought about how cute my babes are in their long underwear, that we wore while camping last week.

They always pretend to be ninjas wherever they wear them.

And then my idea came to me.

Ninjas in a Japanese Bonsai Garden

So... here is our ninja photo shoot. (Thankfully the smoke went away due to the overcast of almost rain clouds.)

This photo shoot could also be attempt to get Jack to write a story with these pictures once I print them. My Jack boy is quite creative, but I have to be creative myself in getting him to practice writing.

Hence, a crazy ninja photo shoot just for fun.

I imagine his story will go something like this...

"A long time ago there was a battle between 2 very different ninjas. They were once close, as you see, they were born from the very same mother. But as time passed, they began to fight for their mother's love, causing them to drift apart..."

Why

I don't get it.

I wanted for so long to be a mom.

I wanted to be the best mom.

And I know, I know. There are worse moms.

But today. I swear, as much as I love my children, I wondered why Heavenly Father blessed me with them.

Because, they were so rotten.

Fighting over everything. Touching each other. Annoying each other. Not sharing. Tantrum throwing. Being ungrateful. Asking for more.

You get it.

And, it's not like I don't know how to be a mom.

Oh wait. I freaking don't.

I don't know what the crap I'm doing. And I've been doing it for the last 9 years plus.

After today, I'm doing it wrong. Way wrong.

I thought I've taught them manners. I thought I've taught them how to share. I thought I've taught them how to be kind and loving. I thought I've taught them to be respectful of each others things and personal space. I thought I've taught them to be appreciative for the many things they have, because they are truly blessed.

But, alas. After today, I was clearly wrong. Way wrong.

Good thing tomorrow is a new day. And I get to try harder at being a mom. Being the best mom for these three freaking babes.

Here's to the next time I ask myself, "Why?"