Is it a beauty mark or is it a mark of pain?
Arrow climbs into my lap and looks intently at my face.
Arrow: *gingerly pokes my cheek* Hurt?
Chaun: Oh, that's just a freckle.
Chaun: Yup, just a freckle.
Arrow: *puts hand on my cheek* I sorry.
We are not always a reverent family
It's sacrament meeting. A young girl is up at the pulpit, trying to hold back tears as she bears testimony of her love for her dad. It's a quiet, special moment.
Arrow: *spontaneously grabs my face with both hands*
Arrow: I cute! I cute! Hahaha!
Chaun: *loudly* Hahahaha you are cute!
Chaun: *notices the silence*
Arrow sees outline of tree in a Christmas book
Arrow: Oh! Temple!
Chaun: No, that's a tree
Arrow: *gives me a stern look* No, Mama. I see a temple.
*****Facing her fears
Arrow was scared of the breast pump. Usually she ran from the room whenever it was in use. But everything changed when the toddler attacked.
Arrow: *creeps into bedroom*
Arrow: BOO! Haha! Scare you, Pump!
Called to attention
I was struggling to nurse the baby, when Arrow came up for conversation.
Arrow: Mama? Mama! MAMA!
Taylor: Not now, Arrow. Mama hurts. She can't talk right now.
Arrow: *gives me a mischievous look*