Science Fair

Thanks again to everyone that helped with our science fair projects! It was great to get so many responses-- I love blogging! The kids did a great job on their projects. Graci got the highest score in her class. For some reason, however, nobody in her class advanced on to the school competition. She did such a great job though. We are proud of you, Graci Kate!

Taylor and Parker both advanced to the school competition and advanced from there to the regional charter fair competition, held at UVU. I got to go with them and we had a great time. I was able to be a judge and it gave me some good insight into future years. The kids were each judged by three different judges. I believe there were a couple hundred students competing. The boys were super excited to be chosen to advance to state. It will be held at BYU in a few weeks. Good job, boys!

As I was up late helping one of the kids with their project and feeling a bit frazzled, Jeremy came into the room and said, "You know, hon, next year you will have three projects again, but the next year you will only have two. and the year after that you will only have two, but the next year you'll be back to three and the next year..." I gave him the look of death, and he concluded with, "You only have about 30 science fair projects left!"

Thank you, honey. (:

The hardest part about being a mom

are conversations like the one I just had with Lexi:

"Mom, why I blind?"

"Because that's the way you were born."

"But why my eyes can't see? Are they broken?"

"Yes, your eyes are broken."

"But it's not FAIR!"

"I know, honey. It's not fair."

"But I tired of being blind!" (sobs begin) "I want to see you!"

"Come here, sweetie." (I put her hands on my face) "You can see me with your hands."

"But I want to see you with my eyes! I don't want to be blind anymore!"

"Lexi, someday you won't be blind anymore. Because Jesus will heal you. And you will be able to see me with your eyes."

"I want to see you right now!" (tears continue to pour)

"I know."

"I don't like being blind. Because I trip a lot. And I want to see Erin C."

"You will see Erin C. in heaven. And you will run around and play with her. And she won't need to hold your hand while you walk, but you will hold hands anyway because you love each other."

"Can I see Denise (Erin's mom) too? Because I want to know what she looks like."

"Yes, you can see everyone in heaven!"

(little bit of a smile, but still sniffling)

"I want to go to heaven."

"I know, I know."



These are the kind of conversations I've had with many of my kids about their unique struggles. There aren't words to explain how hard it is.

Luckily, Sophi is still at the blissfully easy place where a conversation with her goes like this:

"Why I not have hands?"

"Because you have feet-hands" (her terminology)

"Oh... good!!!"

(: