The mornings that Steve is coming home are so exciting in our house. Sienna Can't wait. She demands every bit of his attention, and gives him lots of loves and big smiles. Recently I noticed that someone else was super excited when daddy came home. He is one lucky daddy to be so loved.
This morning Sienna wiped her fingers on a table and showed me dust.
Sienna: "Mama what's this?" Me: "Oh, it's just dust." Sienna: (With a big smile on her face) "Like Peter Pan and Pixie Dust!" Me: "Um . . . not the same thing honey."
I then tried to explain to her how they were not the same thing. She has been asking me to show her Pixie dust all morning, and I am realizing I need to give my house a good dusting. I love my little Tinker Bell.
I hope everyone had an enjoyable Christmas. Here are some of my favorite pictures from this last week. After a little convincing, begging and bribing, Sienna agreed to sit next to Santa in order to help Juliette not be afraid.
This last couple of months I have been trying to have Sienna learn to play on her own. She spends a little time in her bed room with some of her toys and it gives me a chance to clean and get things done around the house. Up until this week it has not always gone so smoothly. Some days she is Ok with it, but other days she doesn't want to play alone.
The good news, this last week she has started really enjoying alone play time. The bad news, she has started creating a huge mess in her room.
I came into her room earlier this week and found her drawers and closet completely emptied of clothes and shoes and everything else. I was mad to have another mess to clean up. Lately I feel like messes are made faster than I can clean up. Sienna, however was happy and had been completely content to spend time in her room alone. When I told her she shouldn't be pulling everything out of her closet and dresser she responded with "But Mom". I thought that was a phrase I wouldn't hear for a couple more years. She gave me a huge smile. How can you be mad at that face? Oh well, she is learning to clean up her messes.
Every year our stake gather together nativity scenes to display for the community to enjoy. They also have a live nativity. This year we were asked to participate in the live nativity. Juliette did great. She slept the whole time.
We were grateful for our friend Shannon who brought her camera and was able to capture our experience.
So today I looked on my sister's blog and this is what I read. I have wondered for a long time if I should make my blog private and after reading this I have decided. As of December 1st we will be going private. If you are family or friend and would like to continue to view our blog please leave me your email address so I can send out an invite. Hope you are safe and well.
I feel the need to share this with all my blogging pals, especially those of you with public blogs. Yikes!
So today I was on the phone with my sister and she told me something that really creeped me out. She recently posted pictures of my nephew’s baptism on her blog. A couple days later she received a really disturbing comment from a woman who wrote that someone had been pretending to be her and my brother-in-law for several months and to email for more information.
Well, after emailing this woman, my sister found out that some random guy has been accessing dating sites, pretending to be my brother-in-law. He took a lot of pictures of my nephews from my sister’s blog and sent them to these women claiming they were his sons.
It gets worse… my sister hasn’t updated her blog in a while, so recently this guy started saying that my sister was killed and that he was now a poor widower with three boys. So twisted, just thinking about it makes me sick.
The whole thing was revealed when my sister posted about my nephew’s baptism and the women realized she was still alive.
Anyways, I’ve heard several creepy blog-stalking stories, but none have hit this close to home. It makes me worried about my nephews and that much more protective of my girls. Before this I was on the fence when it came to private blogs, now I’m all about 'em.