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The Brethren

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One day for Family Home Evening, Dallas was teaching the lesson.  He got pictures of the First Presidency and taught Brooke and Caroline their names.  We hung the pictures of the First Presidency on a cabinet and occasionally we quiz the girls on who is who.  There is video somewhere of the girls reciting their names days after this lesson.  Perhaps if you all ask nicely, Dallas will post the video. Trust me — you cannot say you’ve lived a full and happy life until you’ve heard a not-quite-two-year old say “Uchtdorf.”

Anyway, with the names President Monson, President Eyring, and President Uchtdorf fresh on the mind, Caroline gave us a good chuckle today.  Dallas had been sorting through some mission things, and he came across the picture of him in his suit and tie that he used for his mission plaque.  Caroline found the picture.  Dallas asked her who it was.  She took a look and said, “President Dad!”

Beware the Summer Clothes

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The past few months Caroline has become quite fearful of…well…everything.

She stops dead in her tracks when she’s outside playing and she spies a bug.  She immediately puts her fingers in her ears, says, “Eww!  I’m scared!” and slowly shuffles away.  (Who knew a paranoia of insects crawling in ears can be inherited?!)

She is scared of getting her hair washed in the bathtub.

She has developed athlete’s foot and is scared of the spray that we use every night to get rid of it.

One day I was cleaning the toilet.  She walked in the bathroom and saw the toilet bowl cleaner dripping down the sides of the bowl.  Guess what?  She was scared.

She’s also scared of sitting on the toilet which is severely hindering any attempt at potty training.

She’s scared of dogs.  She’s scared of the vacuum.  She’s scared of the blender.  She’s scared of the swimming pool.

And now she’s scared of her summer clothes.  Yes, you read that correctly.  I have a child who is afraid of shorts and sandals.

This is getting ridiculous.

Allow Me to Explain

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Take a look at this picture:

When Spencer is awake at the time I’m going to shower in the morning, I often bring him in the bathroom with me.  I think he likes the warmth of the bathroom and the sound of the shower running.  Plus, his being with me ensures he doesn’t get smothered by a big sister in my absence.

That explains why Spencer is in the bathroom.

Caroline loves seeing Spencer in the morning and touching him and cooing at him.

That explains why she is sitting beside him, holding his hand, getting ready to read him a book.

I witnessed this cute scene unfold as I was getting ready.

That explains why I got the camera and took a picture.

Spencer usually doesn’t stay as happy as he is in this photo for long, but this morning he was content just to be in his bouncer next to his sister.

That explains why I left him and Caroline in the bathroom while I got Brooke dressed and did her hair.

What I can’t explain is why Caroline thought it would be a good idea to close the bathroom door.  And lock it.

I also can’t explain why we don’t have a single key in our house which opens the bathroom door.

If you have the kind of doorknob that has a small hole on the outside where the key goes, there are several things around the house that you can use to try to pick the lock including, but not limited to

*an unwound paperclip

*a toothpick

*the ink casing of a pen

*a lollipop stick

*a straightened-out hanger

*the end of a princess wand

However, none of these items will do you any good once you realize that the doorknob can’t be opened by just poking something straight into it; you have to turn the mechanism as well.

This requires hunting down a tool box, finding the right size screwdriver, and removing the doorknob.  The whole ordeal will last about thirty minutes.

And that explains the two gray hairs I just found on my head.

Haircuts

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Sickness is spreading once again in the Golden household.  One day we were bored during our quarantine so I livened things up by giving haircuts to nearly everyone.

First up:  Dallas

Sorry.  No before and after pictures.

Next up:  Caroline

This was Caroline’s first haircut ever. Yes, she’s spent nearly two years working on growing her locks, and I spent about 10 minutes chopping off all her hard work.

Before:

After:

Finally, Brooke.

Before:

After:

Spencer was spared.  This time.

After the haircuts, both girls promptly found hats and kept them on the rest of the day.  Hmmm.  Perhaps they don’t like their new looks.

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