I have to smile as I think about my day today; parts of it good, parts of it not so good.
Layla was really sweet and fun today. She mastered going up the stairs and went up our entire flight of stairs all by herself, twice! (I was right behind her just in case, of course.)
We also had one not-so-good experience: Layla made a bee-line for Harvey's cat food. I thought I had caught her in time and quickly put up the baby gate. About 20 minutes later, I saw her eating something- cat food. Her breath reeked of cat food. It grossed me out so I brushed her teeth. Shortly after, I noticed some cat throw up at the end of the hall ... and a chunk of it was clearly missing. Yes, my kid ate cat throw up. Absolutely disgusting, I know. But it builds immunity, right? Actually, it totally grossed me out once I had realized what happened, so I washed her hands, made her eat two cookies, and drink some milk. Luckily, she's been fine the rest of the day and Harvey hasn't thrown up any more.
Here's cat-food-breath-girl at play group today
At nap time Layla's teeth were really bothering her and she was crying and chomping on her fingers. Plus she had some crazy hiccups. It's very rare when I can't get her to stop crying, so I knew she didn't feel good. I had the thought pop into my head to sing to her. I started singing the first thing that came to mind: Rock-a-bye Baby. She continued to cry and another thought entered my head, "sing a church song." So I started singing, "I Love To See The Temple" and before I had finished the first verse Layla stopped crying, quite abruptly, actually. I sang her a few primary songs as well as "Joseph Smith's First Prayer."
It made me cry. Sometimes I feel so far away from Heavenly Father, from spiritual things. Not that I do anything majorly wrong, I just get distracted. Busy, you know? Sometimes I forget what the purpose of life is really about. I cried because I know that God and Jesus Christ appeared to Joseph. And that means that the Gospel is true. And I'm not crazy for believing it. In fact, it makes me happy and brings me an incredible amount of peace. And I pray every day that Layla will come to know that it's true too. That' she'll find the same happiness and peace from the Gospel that I have found.
And I cried because I realized that while I may feel far away from God at times, I still have the influence of the Holy Ghost in my life- especially when it comes to my role as a mother. I am so thankful for that guidance because I have no idea what I'm doing ... like when I accidentally let my kid eat cat throw up ... so I'm thankful for the guidance and comfort of the Holy Ghost. I just need to stop and listen more often!
What's sweeter than a sleeping baby, especially one who sleeps with her butt in the air?






