Splitting the Ward

Our ward (congregation at church) has a goal to spilt the ward into two wards in three years.  This has been a topic of conversation in some of the adult classes for a little while know.  On Fast Sunday as someone bore their testimony and talked about splitting the ward, North came and sat on my lap and started asking me a lot of questions.

What does splitting the ward mean?

How do they do it?

Does on half of the room go to one ward and the other go to another?    (I hope I'm on the same half as Sam.)

Who decides where the split is?

What about the people in the middle?

Is our whole family going to be in the same ward?

I'm going to ask Dad about splitting the ward.

Why are they going to split it?

He was a little concerned about this idea of splitting the ward.  I tried to answer all his questions the best I could to the ability that a 6 year old could understand, and I thought he understood and was okay with the idea.

Then came this Sunday.  We have a missionary that left here to go into the MTC on Monday, so we spoke in church.  He challenged the ward to really work on missionary work while he was gone serving his mission, so the ward would be able to split when he got home.  When North heard "split the ward"  he was back on my lap, this time with a concerned comment.

"Mom, I don't want them to split the ward because then the people in

the other ward will not be in the true church."

To which, I looked at him and asked, 

"North, what if we are in the other ward?"

He got a very concerned look on his face and said,

"I am going to talk to Dad about that."

For those who don't know, Cody is the bishop of our ward right now.  I did reassure North that both wards would be part of the true church still.

This did remind me of the time when we were at church with Misty on vacation and North said, "Mom, I know this is not the true church."  I think he thinks our ward is the only true church.  He was a bit younger then, so I told him any church that had the same hymn books as us was the true church.  It may be time to help him understand a bit better.

They say the darndest things

The other night, I was trying to put my youngest two children to bed at my sister's house.  They were up and down, and I had been upstairs several times to get them to stop and just lay down.

On one trip up to talk to them, I told them they needed to stop playing and just go to bed.  Then North and I had the following conversation (or something similar).

North: Can we talk?
Me: No.
North: But what if we think the other one is dead?
Me: Don't worry neither of you will be dead?
North: But what if we are?
Me: North, you won't be, so please just go to sleep.

Expelliarmus!

The other day as the kids were riding in the car, they entertained themselves with pencils as wands.  We had recently seen Harry Potter, so everything straight has become a wand. 

(The interesting thing is, if you have ever been up here before you know that our car trips are not long, and this was a 3-5 minute trip to the grocery store.  They still tend to entertain themselves most days doing something during their "very long" drives back and forth.)

So they were sitting in the backseat of the car waiving their pencils around shouting things like:

"Expelliamus"

"Stupify"

"Adavra Cadabra"

"Stupidify"

"Fire"

"Turn you into water"

"Forcefield"

and many others

It was all fun and games until Abby got her eye poked out.

Tag You're It!

My children, like most children enjoy a good game of tag.  I have learned however that the rues have somewhat changed from when I used to play.

When I was younger you tagged someone, said "You're it!" Sometimes you even said, "No tag backs."

However my children say a few more things at times, and it can be a mouthful.  If they know they are getting close to the end of the game is when they normally add these other things.  So sometimes I will be tagged and hear, "Tag.  You're it.  No tag backs.  I quit.  No recalls."  Apparently that means that I am it, that child has quit the game of tag, and nobody can start the game over - unless all have quit and are ready to start it over.

We will play tag as we run up the driveway, or even sitting int he car.

The other day, North decided the grocery store was a good time to play.  He was a little wild at the store, so Cody put him in the seat in the cart.  He normally does not like to sit in the seat, but this time he made the best of it.  He started playing tag with his dad.  Cody soon involved the girls in the game, but running away was not allowed, so it was a lot of "Tag, you're it. No tag backs." Being said.

Well, Cody tagged a gentleman in the store and said "You're it."  Then started walking away.  North looked at his dad with a look that said, "You can do that?" The other gentleman started walking down the aisle as well, and Cody said, "Uh oh North, he's going to get you."  Then the guy started walking faster to catch up and as he passed Cody and North, he tagged North and said, "You're it."

Then they got into the checkout line and as they getting ready to leave North tagged the bagger who then tagged North back and it went between the girls, North, and the checker.  As they left, North turned back to the checker and said, "Ha ha Jason, you can't get me now."

He makes me smile.

April's Story

In school April had to write about her house and draw a picture of it. She did a very nice job.

Here is her story with her spelling:

I live in a two story house.  It is under my neighbors.  It is brown and yellow.  It has stairs so my neighbors to get to their house.  In the back of the house their is  a trampolene.  My familys names are April, North, Abby, Autumn, Cody, and Heather.  My house is on Miller Ridge Road.  I have eleven neighbors.My neighbors are nice.  I can ride a tricycle but not a bicycle.  I like my two story house it is my home there are three bedrooms.  I love my fimily.  They are the best.  My family does not like the devil.

It is a cute story.  As I read it, I thought, "Wow, she is doing a great job."  Then I got to the last sentence and just started busting up laughing.  I'm not sure how that fits in with the rest of her story, but she is right, we do not like the devil.  :)