Egg Explosion

We were chatting away about life during mutual tonight as we waited for the eggs to cook before we decorated them. All of the sudden, a loud bursting sound came from the pan on the stove and foam rolled over the sides. On closer investigation we found that 9 out of 12 eggs had broken in the explosion!


We don't know what happened...maybe the water was too hot, maybe there was too much water, maybe some of the eggs broke as we put them in the pot.

Lucky for us, we had a spare dozen eggs in the fridge. So, we cleaned up and started over. Definitely an activity to remember.

So much to do, So little time

So, I am sitting here at my desk listening to the Young Women Auxiliary Training that is going on right now in the Conference Center Theater. Thanks to a closed-circuit TV signal, I get to keep working while attending to my calling.

Despite the inspirational messages and idea-sharing, I am feeling like a horrible Young Women leader. These sisters are talking about how they cultivate unity in their groups, how they are doing all these big wonderful activities that are centered around the gospel, and how their girls are growing into steadfast righteous Young Women.

I wonder sometimes what good we are doing with our girls. I have absolutely fallen in love with each and every one of my six girls and I want them to be happy, righteous Young Women who make the temple a priority in their lives. Every Sunday we try to tailor the lessons to them and their needs. Every weekday activity we try to plan with a purpose. But, are we really making a difference? Are they listening even when it doesn't look like it? And what do we do with our Beehives who think that YW is optional?

I guess I feel like there is a lot riding on this calling. These girls are in some of the most critical years of their lives and they have been entrusted to my care to help them stay on the path of righteousness. I do not want to arrive on Judgement Day and learn that I didn't do enough. That one of them strayed and I should have been there to help her. It's scary.

All I can do is pray for help and inspiration. My class will not and can not look the same as all other Young Women classes throughout the world. As long as I keep seeking the Lord's help and inspiration, we will know what we should do for our girls to strengthen them and lead them back to their Heavenly Father.

Piano at a Price

Mom has inherited grandma's piano but has no place to put it, so Dave and I consented to be its temporary custodians.

On Saturday we rented a U-Haul Truck and brought it over to our house. Then, I spent a couple of hours cleaning it. And it was incredibly dirty.




Half a bottle of Pledge, a once-white-now-totally-black-rag, and ten sore fingers later and it truly is a beautiful addition to our home.

Croquet Anyone?

It's the perfect weather for a rousing game of croquet.




Coleman and William are ready. Wanna come play too?

Congratulations Ryan!

Elder Ryan Charles Hinckley has been called to serve in the Brazil Maceió Mission. He leaves in August. We are so happy for you, Ryan!

Parabéns!

Happy Birthday, Dave!

I thought for Dave's birthday I would try my hand at a fondant cake. With Megan's help we created a beautiful Superman confection for the birthday boy. He LOVED it!

Dave's authentic surprised look.

Dave's reinacted surprised look.

Cake Decorating Contest

Here's what you get when you have a little cake decorating contest with the young women and young men...

CANDYLAND

UFO

PARADISE

THE HOUSE OF GOD (the temple)

And the grand winner, with full bragging rights is...

THE HOUSE OF GOD

The Bishopric (our judges) said that they hoped putting the temple inside of the youth (or eating it) would help the youth get inside the temple. Very clever. And great job to all the youth of our ward!

Curling Iron Love

My curling iron attacked me yesterday and left me a big, bright red hickey. Ouch!



Believe me, it looks much worse in person -- and rather embarrassing.

Tributes to a Remarkable Woman

Everyone sure did love our Grandma. Here are some of the beautiful flowers her friends sent.










We really were blessed to have Grandma Lambert as the matriarch of our family. She was kind and loving, always serving others, talented, a faithful genealogist, and a stalwart member of the Church. Speakers at her funeral repeated over and over again how the one thing she wanted was to see all of us stay strong and active in the Church so that we can be together forever. I can think of no better way to honor the legacy she and Grandpa left us than to do just that -- make sure I am there with them, together forever!