MaeLyn's Musings

Last night, my boys asked for a bedtime story. Josh held out a book for me to read to them: Harry Potter . Since it was late and a school night, I decided to tell them a slightly shorter story. This is the story I told: Once there were two sisters who shared a bedroom. They slept on a bunk bed, with the older sister on the top bunk, and the younger sister on the bottom bunk. At night, these two girls loved to talk and laugh and play games long after their parents had sent them to bed. One night, they came up with a new game: they were going to try to scare each other. They told each other scary stories. They sneaked off their beds in the dark and tried to jump out and startle each other. Finally, their parents came to their bedroom and told them they needed to go to sleep.  The younger sister left the room to go to the bathroom, and when she returned to her bedroom the pile of blankets on the top bunk was still and quiet, and she assumed her older sister had obeyed her parent...

John was asked to give a talk in sacrament meeting this last Sunday (the 8th). He spoke about how prayer is a blessing in his life, and he did an awesome job!

September 11th, 2001. I was at home in a two bedroom apartment in Rancho Santa Marguerita, California, with an almost two year old daughter and an almost two month old son. Steven was at work. The phone on the desk in the dining room rang, and it was my mother-in-law. "You have to turn on the TV!" she said in a near panic. She told me that terrorists had flown an airplane into a building in New York, and she was terrified that the United States was going to declare war, and that two of Steven's siblings, who were in the army reserves at the time, were going to be called to active duty. When I got off the phone, I did turn on the TV, just in time to watch a second airplane crash into the second World Trade Center tower, and for the entire building to collapse. I spent a lot of time that day watching TV, something that I almost never did at the time. (I still don't.) I held my babies close, and tried to explain to my daughter why I was crying. As a child, I reme...

A few days ago, John came home from school and told me he thought he had set a school record that day. Every day during his lunch recess, John runs around the track at his school. Five times around the track is one mile. Over the last couple years the number of laps he can run before the end of recess has been steadily increasing. On Wednesday, he ran a record breaking 8 laps! He told me he ran at a steady pace the whole time, and ran faster than he usually does. Wednesday afternoon I bought him some new shoes. His old ones were literally run to shreds. I wish I had taken a picture of them.