Tuesday, March 10, 2009
This week we had a short but sweet lesson about the Holy Ghost. I was surprised by some of the answers that Porter (6) came up with himself. Brig was excited to participate, so he would always ask me to tell him the answers. Jeff told a story about a funeral he had recently attended for a High School friend. He talked about how he didn't feel the Holy Ghost there, because they didn't talk about Jesus or the Plan of Salvation, and therefore the Holy Ghost wasn't there to testify of the truth. It was a really good lesson and it made me realize that I take the Holy Ghost for granted many times.
When we got done, it was Brig's turn to lead the closing song. We named off many primary songs, but he said "No" to them all. I asked him what song he wanted to sing, and he said "Transformers". Well, you know that when a 3 year old gets something in their mind, it's just easier for go along with them than to fight it. So, in conclusion to our FHE about the Holy Ghost, we all sang "Transformers more than meets the eye....autobots wage a battle to destroy the evil forces of the decepticons!"
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
Porter James Pugmire
has always been a Mama's Boy.
He was the 5th child born into our family, and so his bonding time with Daddy was limited. With our older children, my husband would take his turn caring for them, so they developed a close relationship with him. But by the time the younger ones came around, it was easier for Mom to take care of the babies, while Dad took care of the bigger kids. I was also a stay at home Mom when he was born, so Dad was busy working long hours to take care of us all.
He has always been a loving boy, and was always so thoughful to tell me he loves me, bring me flowers from the yard, and ask me to sing him lullabies.
One of my favorite things about having small children is to have a small, warm (and sometimes sticky) little hand in mine when we go on a walk or run errands. While some of my other children would rather run off to find adventures, Porter (being a little more shy) was always eager to hold Mama's hand.
Porter just started kindergarten on August 25, 2008. He was very excited to go to school, but a little scared to try something new. On meet the teacher night I had to literally drag him in the classroom. Once inside, he met his super sweet teacher Mrs. Kimborough, found new toys, and met new friends so I knew he would have a great time at school just a couple days later. I still wondered if he would repeat the scene, and cling to my leg.
On his first day Porter and I arrive at the school, got out of the car, and proceed to the play ground hand in hand as we have so many times before. About ten steps onto the playground, Porter pulls his hand out of mine. I stopped and offered my hand again but he refused it! He was not about to be seen on the school grounds holding his Mama's hand like a baby. Now I have older sons who have gone through this stage before, but they usually make it to the 3rd or 4th grade before they get that COOL. So we make it to the classroom door. I knew he probably wouldn't give me a kiss, so I bent down to plant one on his cheek. Guess what~he moved away! Oh no you didn't!
So I guess it's official. Porter is too cool for his Mama. Oh, they just grow up too quickly these days!
I've never been one to cry when my kids go off to school. I am always excited for them to learn, grow, and experience new things! But I have to admit, this one was hard. I realize that I only have one child not in school, and I'm not ready for those sweet tender years of snuggles, dandelions, and kisses to be over quite yet. (I am glad that diapers are done though)