First things, first... if any of you have been wondering why I haven't been stopping by your blog recently, the answer is because my blog no longer shows my friends and family. I don't know why. I have racked my brain trying to figure it out, but without those links, my blog stalking days have come to an abrupt end. So, if you are reading this, and happen to know how I can fix this problem without having to recreate an entire new blog, PLEASE (with a cherry on top) inform me!!!!
Anyway, conference weekend started this morning, and can I just say that I love watching conference. I remember as a little girl hearing a ward member say that she LOVED General Conference, and my only thought was "didn't someone tell her it's not good to lie?" I did like conference as a little kid, we got to have a big breakfast, stay home, lie on our pillows, eat Easter candy, and play with cousins. What's not to like? But, sitting for that long was challenging, and most of the talks went over my head anyway. I was raised watching conference, and I have good memories of it. As an adult, and somewhere along the lines of growing up, I have come to love conference weekend. I love hearing the talks and applying them to my life. I love hearing comforting messages regarding the problems in today's world. I love the feeling of peace I feel as I watch it with my family.
Watching it with young children is always chaotic. In the last half hour of today's final session, I got "sick" and was using the toilet at the same time that Mercedes needed to go... which resulted in a puddle on the floor (from her, of course). I put her in the bathtub to wash down, figured I might as well put Luke in the tub, too. Luke poops in the tub (AGAIN!). I have to drain all of the water, rewash Mercedes and Luke. I get Luke out, he proceeds to leave a poopy trail from the bathroom to the bedroom. Jon Mark and I clean that up, I get him dressed. I focus on Mercedes. I get her out of the tub and instruct her to get her clothes on. I take a 30 second break to kiss my husband in the kitchen when Joshua comes in exclaiming that Luke is destroying Dad's computer. We rush out to find that he has plucked off the keys. We scurry around on the floor trying to find all of the pieces, Luke thinks it's a game. And, Mercedes is still naked from her bath. I swear, I'm not making this stuff up. Shortly after conference, Luke pulls a handful of Mercedes' hair out, and Mercedes jumps off of the arm of the couch and lands directly on my belly, which makes me cry because it hurt, and because that's what pregnant ladies do. Needless to say, Jon Mark and I were thankful for a 7:00 bedtime. He's at the priesthood session right now, and all is quiet!!
In spite of all the craziness, I do know that my children are learning and growing from our conference sessions. Joshua will repeat some words here and there, or pick up on the fact that a speaker is talking to the youth. He said to me at one point, "this speaker is talking to all of us because he said that every member of the church can be a missionary. That means I can, too." Mercedes knows who President Monson is, and although I'm not sure if she gets anything the speakers are saying, she will lay down and cuddle with her blanket for long periods of time in front of the TV. Luke, well, Luke is Luke. He knows that we use a computer to watch the sessions, and he thinks that looks like a lot of fun to destroy.
I am thankful for conference, I am thankful for the words shared. I am thankful to hear that Tucson, AZ will be getting a new temple and that boys can now serve missions at 18 (am I right on that? I think that's what I heard) and girls can serve at 19. I think that's just one more way to rescue more souls faster. I'm thankful for a living prophet.
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