Sunday, April 6, 2008
Good Buddies. But are they best of friends?
Do you guys remember that "Good Buddies" jingle from the old Siskel & Ebert commercials? That's what my two boys make me think of. I'm heavily promoting the best of friends stance in this household, so here are some pictures that hopefully they can enjoy as they get older. The first Boston wanted to push Cooper in the cart. The second one they were just playing under the table after breakfast. The third one was today. Boston was playing peekaboo by hiding behind the high chair and popping out. They were both laughing hysterically, but the funny part to Mark and me was that Boston couldn't quite remember that "peekaboo" was the proper term to use for that game. He was jumping out and shouting, "Stinkypoo! Stinkypoo!" I've just really made it a goal as a mother that I want to teach my boys to be close. (I'm even seriously considering hanging a picture of Joseph and Hyrum Smith in their room when they start sharing a room.) I was so touched by the article in this month's Ensign about Elder Cook and his brother sitting down privately together as teenage boys to decide if they were going to serve missions (and defy their inactive father) or if it would be better to spend those two years on something else. Obviously, they made the right decision. I would hope that my boys would be close enough to influence each other that much for good.
Wasn't conference so good? Those talks were masterful. I need to get some vinyl letters on or next to my front door that say, "The Storm Stops Here." ( I was also gratified to see that the tulips on Temple Square are not yet blooming either.)