Saturday, March 28, 2009

Prom Season

Am I really so old that my baby sister is going to Prom? Wow.

Here she is ready for Newark's Junior Prom. She went with a bunch of friends from school.



Here she is going to Washington's Junior Prom. Matt, from her seminary class, asked her to go to his Prom with her. Note the gorgeous purse Mom made her to match the dress.

Even if this probably means I'm getting old, it was fun to do her hair and makeup. :)

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Funny at Five

Today, I was talking about repentance in Primary. I told a story from the manual about a boy who wanted candy but couldn't pay for it, so he put it in his pocket. The two little boys in my class gasped, and I asked what the boy in the story did wrong. They told me that he stole the candy when he should have paid for it.

Then, very matter-of-factly, Tristin said, "The police always come when you steal," and Alex followed up that thought with, "and sometimes they shoot you."

I just about died trying to keep a straight face.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

A Gift

My mom gave me this Barbie this week. This was hers when she was a kid, and I have always thought it was my favorite thing in my Grandma's house. (Okay, as I've gotten older, I have also developed a fondness for the Lladro with the little girl and the puppy, but I could never play with that, obviously.) I would always go get this doll from the shoebox in the drawer in Grandma's sewing room and ever so carefully stroke its hair and try clothes on it. This dress was my favorite of the few clothes there were. Now I have it in my own home! and still I can hardly keep from feeling her soft hair and admiring the dress that now looks so much older than I used to think.

Maybe it's silly, but I love this doll. My favorite thing about it is that it's not just any Barbie. My grandma cut her own hair and sewed it into the doll's head. My grandma was almost 60 when I was born, and I certainly don't remember her with dark hair like this, and there are not a lot of pictures of it either. This doll is like a piece of my grandma's past, a part of her I can only imagine. I love it.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Quote of the Day

From an honors student...

"What if it's just some filament of our imagination?"

I love my job.