Sunday Girl.

Hi everyone,


Cara here. 


Today was our much loved General Conference. As I was chasing Roman, quite literally, from 5.30-7.20pm last night (or thereabouts) I didn't catch up with the Saturday morning (our Saturday night) session and so today I sat down to watch it.


About an hour in I fell asleep and woke up to a crashed computer. The screen had frozen after about a bajillion attempts to watch the session - I'd previously refreshed it about a bajillion times. However, what I did see I loved. I really needed to hear everything that was said - especially the story about the young couple who were medically unable to have children.


I'm not infertile (that I know of) but I can relate somewhat to the pain of not having the amount of children I'd like. The future is a funny place, so we'll see what it holds, but I feel in my gut and in my heart that we won't be adding to our earthly family. And today, for the first time in a long time, I'm okay with it. Certainly not happy or unhurt, but the desire to add to our family is there and I know I will be blessed for my righteous desires in the eternities. 


On top of General Conference somewhere in the illogical part of my brain I decided it would be a great idea to have a mini Spring clean. Maybe it was the 5 hours of sleep or the fact I was 20 minutes away from lunch and passing out from hunger that drove me to it...but wow. Vacuum cleaners are not clean places. I feel sick thinking about the amount of grime that came  out of that dirt machine and I'm very inclined to believe my toilet is probably a much cleaner place than my vacuum.


The disgusting list of gross things from the bowel of the muck monster (my vacuum):


Some kind of cat hair. We don't own a cat. 
Noodles. Noodles? I haven't had noodles in weeks.
Slime. Grey-brown slime.
Grit and lots of it.
Shards of glass.
Lots and lots of human hair. 


I am rightly revolted. Horrendously horrified. Deliriously disgusted.


When will the robots come to take over all these chores? And I wonder if they'll cover that in General Conference.*


Anyway. I heard something about General Conference and then I found something on Pinterest. Apparently people make lots of yummy food, you know to mark the occasion, and I thought this was a fantastic idea. I actually darted out to the shops at the last minute to pick up a nice dinner and I'm actually going to make a cake (from a packet, mind you) and be just like everyone else for a change ;).

Oh yes and if you're not Mormon and have never heard of General Conference then please read all about it HERE.


*Was that totally irreverent? 

Reminder.

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Lest we forget, he's always there to remind us to pray. 

Yep, in 2012, there is a family that prays. I know many. I can't help it, we're Mormon. We have never enforced our beliefs onto Roman - and never will - he just copies what he see's and is happy to say a dozen or so little mumbly prayers each day with his arms folded like this. He'll go to a quiet spot; a little corner or near toys, fold his arms, sometimes bow his head and he'll begin a little prayer of his own.

When food comes into the room he'll exclaim; "PRAYER!" and fold his arms, waiting for us to pray and give a special blessing and thanks for our food. When he is all dressed up and ready to go he'll shout; "PRAYER!" and again, have his arms folded. At night it's "Scip-tures" (reading our holy scriptures, something we do every night as a family.) And after scip-tures we'll get a little excited; "PRAYER!" and a little man waiting, arms folded, for his family prayer. 

To me prayer is a way of communicating with my Heavenly Father. He's my biggest confidante - he knows everything. I spill my hurts, trials, triumphs, secrets and everything in between. And admittedly there are times when I forget to pray - that is until Roman reminds me with this little pose ;).

Sunday Chaos.

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This morning I was grumpy, Roman was cheeky and Bryan was rushed, as ever.

Because I woke up with a thumping headache, sore throat and achy muscles I couldn't make it to church and Bryan put me to work in supervising breakfast, then cleaning up Roman and stressing out when he tipped a full glass of water onto our bed (yes, he is cheeky.) This was my fault as I had put on Chuggingtons for Roman in an attempt to get more sleep - you think I would learn by now.

As Bryan rushed around getting everything done I wanted to crawl back into bed. As soon as they left I thought to myself: I should have just gone to church, I can't get back into a soaking wet bed. 

I'm happy in knowing that Roman is able to go to church every week, he comes home happier, brighter and full of little songs they sing in Nursery.

Jee-Su (Jesus.)

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Today was a special day - Sunday. One of Roman's favourite days of the week he gets to play in Nursery, see pictures of Jesus all over the place and he's quite a reverent toddler in general. He knows exactly what to do when a prayer is being said; folding his arms, bowing his sweet little head and closing his eyes tightly. Sometimes he'll say 'amen' mid-prayer, though ;).


We haven't prompted him to do any of this stuff; we pray as a family and he follows that example and the example set at church. He's also been quite taken with pictures of 'Jee-Su' (Jesus) since he was little. I'll never forget the time that Bryan had come back from the temple with a picture of Jesus for Roman's room and each time he saw the picture he would crack up laughing. 


He and Jesus have been pals ever since ;).