Kyra Moon

The Primary Program is coming up in our ward, so we've spent the past two weeks in the chapel after Sacrament Meeting practicing. Primary is always fun regardless, but it's especially fun to hear the whole big group, some in tune, some horribly out of tune, but all of them very loud. Being back in Primary has brought back lots of memories of my days in Primary. In particular, seeing all the 4 and 5 year-olds (there are tons, especially compared to the whole senior Primary) has reminded me of me back when I was that age. Back then, our family didn't go to our regular family ward but instead went to the USU 28th ward. My dad was in the bishopric of that married student ward from the time I was almost three to the time I was almost six, and so for three years we would drive past our regular church building to the one by Willow Park Zoo. I don't remember much about the first year, but there is a snapshot etched into my brain. There I am, standing in the nursery, surrounded

Sometimes I think about parenting techniques God uses and if any of them are the same I use. For example, today I was about to start cooking dinner when I realized that unless I did something, Jim would spend a lot of time asking to be held or tugging on my pants. So I decided to let him help! I put him in his high chair and gave him a random bowl and strainer and some Cheerios. And then gave him an official looking spoon and asked him to stir the bowl. He got very excited about the prospect of helping. While I was over cutting the onions, I reassured him that he was being extremely helpful, which, technically, he was. This trick didn't last too long, but you take what you can get. Anyway, I wonder if God ever does the same thing with me. Like I'll get to heaven and ask, "So, did me indexing actually do any good?" And He'll say, "No, not really. You were pretty bad at it. But it sometimes kept you distracted from reading the comments, so it was better t

When I get into the zone, I actually really enjoy cleaning, especially organizing. I like having a place for every paper and toy. But then real life happens, and things get disorganized. And then I lose track of things. Yesterday, that happened again. I was planning to run some errands, but I realized when I was heading out that I didn't know where my keys were. I had used them earlier that morning, so I knew they were somewhere in the apartment. So I hunted, and hunted, and hunted (and prayed). And finally after fifteen minutes of searching, I found them in the diaper bag (which I had checked twice before). I guess I had dropped them in there instead of into my purse. Phew. Then I realized that I still needed to find the celery I was going to give a friend of mine. The day before, a neighbor had given us more celery from his garden than we could hope to use, so I thought I would share some. I mean, nothing says true friendship like celery. But I didn't know where it ha