Nativities

I love nativities. I have been fortunate enough to have many given to me...here are some.


This one is from my parents. It is from Namibia and is a handcarved Ostrich egg shell.

This one is from my parents and is from Poland.

This one is from my parents. It fits together like a puzzle and is from Africa.

This is my first nativity. My brother-in-law Matt (then 11) gave it to me the first Christmas I was married.

This one is from my parents: the stable set and corn cob sheep is from Slovakia, the other 5 sheep are from Poland.

This one is Zulu...also from my parents.

My mother-in-law bought me this one

I bought this one last year on clearance. It's the first nativity that I have bought myself .

Poor deprived 4th child

No Sadie...that is not okay

It is not okay to go to the movies, eat your Starburst, and spit out the flavors you don't like onto the floor. This is not OK.

Sadie's Turkey Headband

Last Tuesday Sadie made a Turkey headband at school. When I picked her up and told her that we had to go to the grocery store she was so excited. She wanted to go in the play place and wear her headband so that the other kids would laugh at her. After I was done shopping and I went to get her, she was quite disappointed because none of the other kids laughed at her.

Primary Activity

There are no pictures for this one, so it will be boring. Last Saturday (the 21st) there was a Primary activity that I took all the kids to, while Ben studied. They made pine cone turkeys, cards, pumpkin cookies, and learned a song in sign language. The cards were to be delivered to a care center and the kids were going to do the sign language song for them also. Henry did not want to be at the activity and was not happy to be there. He did participate in it, but it was quite obvious that we wasn't pleased.

Sunday the Primary President came into Relief Society and passed around a sign-up sheet for volunteers to go to the care center. I was the 2nd to last person to get it and no one had signed up...Great. So, I signed us up. The lady after me also signed up. Monday morning Henry asked me if we were going to the care center. (It's not like he had anything else to do...he was in trouble from showing bad judgement at the Primary Activity.) He told me he would go, but he wasn't going to do anything.

After school Monday, I took the kids. William was held by one of the ladies the whole time we were there, and I had a hard time getting him away from her when it was time to leave. The 3 older kids sang and did the sign language song, and passed out the cards. I was happy that Henry participated, and didn't even seem to mind. One of the ladies we sang to commented that she thought my oldest was very brave, because she had been a teacher and knew that it wasn't easy for him to be there.