Broken Up

Miranda fell down on the walkway to my mom's house today...she falls down twenty or more times every day...but this one was different. She kept nursing the left arm, so we took her to the doctor and VOILA...here she is. We'll find out more about the break and get the final cast tomorrow. And yes, her sling is "Peanuts." She pretended to be superman and said her arm had Kryptonite in it. Poor little thing. She was so brave. It is so sad to see her get her toys and do other things with her one little hand!

Chocolate Miranda

I was making cookies with my new mixer my mom got me. Focused as I was on the precision of brown sugar packing, I responded too late to my inner-mom Miranda-is-too-quiet alarm, and turned around to find that she had found and opened the Nestle Quick powder. You can see here the way Miranda has used this new medium and her face and hands to create beautiful tile art.

Miranda and the Bishop

This Sunday Fernando was sustained as the Scoutmaster in our ward, and our little family gathered in the Bishop's office after church for his setting apart. Miranda and I had just spent an exciting 10 minutes in the bathroom where she was attempting to take care of business, complete with tearful screaming echoing down the hall interrupting people's comments about Paul's letter to the Corinthians. So we arrived a little late and a little breathless at the setting apart.

Miranda was reverent during the blessing (except for one unwhispered comment to me, "Mom, he's a good blesser!"), and after the blessing the Bishop turned to Miranda, who was sitting small in a big chair and holding a sucker, and he said, "Hello Miranda. Is your sucker good?"

"No," she said. Pause. Staring at him she continued, seriously. "I had a poo poo problem. Some came out but some was still in. Mommy helped me get it out."

We laughted nervously. I threw in my compulsory joke during uncomfortable moments: "She feels the need to confess to you."

As we left, the bishop said, "Bye, Miranda. Good luck with that."