Out of the mouths of babes

Two hours after our first attempt to get Samantha down to bed, she was still wide awake and having a complete meltdown: red-faced screaming filled with pleas like "I need my mommy!"

I went to lay down with her, and she looked at me and asked, "Read scriptures?" I almost fell off the bed. But I quickly said yes and grabbed the Book of Mormon, and started to read a few verses. I asked her if she was feeling better, because she immediately calmed down. She said, "Yah, I feel much better!" After 3 or 4 verses she got bored and asked for the pictures. I handed her the book and she started turning pages. She found them and started explaining that Jesus was in white clothes (the 3rd Nephi account of Christ's appearance in the Americas) and also said "Can't Hurt!" to the painting of Samuel the Lamanite on the wall with arrows coming at him. Wow, she really listens!!

Then I found the painting of Christ at the beginning of the book, and asked her who it was. She said, "It's Jesus! Jesus looking for mommy."

Now, what do you think that is supposed to mean?

Spring?

It was 60 degrees today -- I went outside in shorts and t-shirts. I think I could actually see the snow melting, and some green is popping through in some places. Frankly, I'm surprised the grass made it through the winter, but then again, everything is hearty in the Northeast.

Apparently all sorts of things are melting around here. My neighbor spoke to me today, for the second time ever, once it became apparent that I was moving. The first time was in response to a fire truck and ambulance outside my door (long story). I guess I know how to help cold New Englanders melt: move!