Going Back to the Source

26And we ^atalk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ, we ^bprophesy of Christ, and we write according to our prophecies, that our ^cchildren may know to what source they may look for a^dremission of their sins.


I never realized how important the word "source" is in this scripture. Parents are the most important source of learning for their children, especially when it comes to the Gospel. I currently live in an apartment in my husband's parents' house, and it's interesting to see the goings-on in "the barn." Though he and I are very much alike, our parents are very different from each other in many ways. I won't go into that, because those differences do not make either set of parents superior to each other. Let me just say this...


There are some awesome advantages to a living situation like this! Here I was, wondering what I was going to do this Wednesday night with James at work until 10. I was invited downstairs to hang out and have ice cream. Yum! Joseph is such a lucky little boy, because he gets to see his grandparents all the time, as well as his aunts and uncles. He is such a wonderful little guy to have around, and everyone adores him. Of course, sometimes I feel a little inferior when I see the way that my mother-in-law deals with her toddler. I have a very short temper when it comes to wailing children (when I don't know how to fix the problem.) I have to remind myself that I'm still new at this and will be for a long time. Her 3-year-old is her 6th child, so that's a completely different story.


I have an even greater testimony of how important it is to stay home with my baby. I've been helping out on the apartment just a little, doing some work on the drywall, painting, etc. It makes me feel so guilty when Joseph starts crying because he's being ignored. I tend to get caught up in what I'm doing. Once this week is over, we will have painted walls! Then, my contribution is done. I will keep the place clean, but no more work that even remotely resembles construction. It's not my job, I don't like it, and my attention cannot be divided for that long. Plus, I hate leaving a project in the middle of completion. :)


Whew! It sure has been a busy week. Speaking of family, Dad and Myles came to stay for a few days. They camped out in Sam's room, since there is absolutely none in our apartment. We had a great New Year's Day with the Lees: dinner of black-eyed peas and cornbread with banana pudding for dessert. Sunday, we just relaxed. Monday, Dad and Myles worked on the drywall and we went out to dinner.


On Tuesday, we dropped Dad off and I got Myles settled in to his apartment. It was sad to see them both go, though of course I'll see Myles again soon. :) He's coming for dinner every Sunday. Joseph was an angel during all those errands, so I even stopped by Kohl's to redeem my gift card. I got some nice boots that I can wear to Church, and they just happened to be on sale for 25 bucks instead of 60. I love sales.


I have cabinets now, and they are huge. I love them. There are lots of small things that you never miss until they're gone. Some of them we've had to do ourselves, but boy, it sure makes me grateful once it's installed/built/whatever. Examples: towel racks, toilet paper roll holder, CABINETS! Yes, I do love my cabinets. I think I've rambled enough for today.