Rex and Lyle have turned into some good little raspberry pickers.
We also got to go pull weeds and pick up pinecones at the temple.
Hyrum
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August 2018
Our Family
August 2018
Recent Read
Chester, I Love You by Blaine and Blake Yorgeson*****
Current Read
Wonder by R.J Palacio
Quotable Quotes
- "I'm going to fast for the next few minutes" - Hyrum June 2013
- Sariah to Hyrum "You are NEVER wearing any of my dresses ever again!"
- "...it's my right left foot." - Sariah 6/12/10
- "I love this poisonberry syrup!" -Talmage at IHOP
- "He took the name of the Lord in Zain." - Bryant
- "Plants need chlorox to survive." -Talmage's science notebook
- "Pirates are half dead anyway. They drink all that wine and stuff." -Bryant , in conversation on the way to school
- "At Grandma's, we had roast beast." - Sariah
Words I Try to Live By
"Love begins at home, and it's not how much you do, it's how much love you put into what you do."
-Mother Theresa
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep!
-A poem that hung on my mother's wall
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be—
I had a Mother who read to me.
-Strickland Gillilan
You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your mind again and again will be, How well have my children done?
-Gordon B. Hinckley, “Your Greatest Challenge, Mother,” Ensign, Nov 2000, 97–100
-Mother Theresa
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, and dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep!
-A poem that hung on my mother's wall
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be—
I had a Mother who read to me.
-Strickland Gillilan
You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your mind again and again will be, How well have my children done?
-Gordon B. Hinckley, “Your Greatest Challenge, Mother,” Ensign, Nov 2000, 97–100
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