FALL CONFERENCE 2006

Fall Conference, 2006:

It seems like every conference session I have a Seth or Hannah story and this one is no exception....Just as a refresher course there was the Conference when Hannah was barely three. After sitting there for awhile she mumbled angrily, under her breath but loud enough for us to hear....."I hate this movie!"

Then there was the year when they were barefly four that Seth asked after every speaker got up..."Is he dead yet?" "What about him, he's so old, is he dead yet?".

Here is this year when they are barely 5....

For primary Hannah and Seth were asked to listen to the speakers and “take note” of something that a speaker said to do so that they could use this saying for their primary program part. On Saturday I told the twins that they had to sit down and listen to President Hinckley, but that the rest of the day they could just listen on the intercom while they played inside. They did as I asked but then disappeared. I saw Seth occasionally, playing and trying to sneak outdoors with friends who kept coming to the door. I did not see Hannah and assumed she was playing in her room. Finally, towards the end of conference Katie found her in the office. Jim had turned the computers on to conference and she was sitting intently at the desk, looking at the monitor, and “taking notes” about conference. Before her were pages and pages of hand-written “cursive notes” that only she could read…It was so precious! There is a little saint hiding in that little spitfire after all.

SISTER LUNCH OR HELL?

many of you witnessed the two hour tantrum today....about an hour and a half of it took place during sister lunch..... It started with me getting mad at the twins....we were right ready to walk out the door, ON TIME no less, and they decided to pour out two boxes of cereal and lick it off the counter and kind of roll around in it. They were sticky and flaky and crumby and I, of course, being the unpatient mother that I am...lost it and screamed a bit and dragged them into the bathroom to wash their faces, change shirts, etc. Needless to say I was not happy...they are way too old to be doing stuff like that....and i had just given them a bath. Anywho, Hannah did not take kindly to getting in trouble. She pouted and ranted and raved all the way to Macaroni Grill...Here's a little bit of the dialogue: "Seth it's your FAULT! I don't like you! I only like two people in this whole town! Cheyanne and JayCee (Seth's girlfriend) and I am telling Jaycee to break up with you! (Seth...my emotional one who takes everything to seriously is crying at this point, "Hannah please NO, please love me again...and I still love Jaycee- don't make me break up!...wah wah wha) Hannah: "And I am not on Jesus' side!" (okay, I just read Mandi's blog about her sweet children sending a prayer up to heaven - mine are always blasphemous!). I didn't know what to say so I blurted out "Well, if you're not on Jesus' side then you will go to ...a very bad place!" Hannah says, serious as ever: "You mean sister lunch?" So there you have it. You men can gloat all you want---Sister lunch has now been likened unto HELL. The tantrum carried on forever, I won't bore you all with details. Alicia tried all her child psychology tricks to no avail. She then said something that made me feel so much better as Hannah escaped her clutches in the parking lot and came within feet of entering State Street...."She's the most difficult child I have ever dealt with and I work with special needs kids!" Okay, Im scared. The funny thing is, she is such an easy kid. Just something will set her off and she will have one of these tantrums. She only has about 3-4 a year so we are still sane. Then when she decides she is done then it is over. She then went to her well child check-up and insisted on watching the needles go into her legs with just a little jump and a peep with each one. Seth, on the other hand, had to have 3 of us holding him down and was screaming like a banshee and flailing about like a 50 lb. salmon. What a day. I think I was in hell today, especially at sister lunch! And no, I never found my dang free kids meal vouchers! Oh boy, don't get me started again.