Joan of Arc - "And blood comes out!"

My 2 yr old, Lily - loves war stories.
First exposed by the scriptures, then it progressed into Pooh bear fighting robots....

My husband took this liberty to expose her to historical figures, like Joan of Arc.
He went into great detail about how she put on the Armor of God and got on her knees to ask for help before she fought. He explained with large hand gestures what it meant to honor your country and why freedom is such a high priority.

A few nights later my mom was visiting. She rocked Lily that night and offered to tell a bed time story.
Lily jumped to her feet and stared narrating with her body -

"Grandma! tell me that story about that Joan of the Arc when she was fighting all these guys and got stabbed in the heart like that -- *STAB* --  
and blood comes out! -- *running fingers down her chest*
 
Then, then they took her in that tent and tied her up
-- *grabs her own wrist* -- like that!
and burned her with fire!"

ummm.... I don't remember the story being told like that to a two year old...
I guess the symbolism didn't sink in....

Grandma was horrified.


I was like-
*facepalm*
*deep breath*

"How do I explain this one?"

The Teacher

 

"Our Savior teaches us basic principles over and over again. He wants to be sure that not only do we know them by heart, but that we live them by heart."  - a wise friend

Seven movement masterpiece

Sometimes having a baby makes it feel like there is no time for anything but to hold your little one:

Feeding

Feeding Burping

Feeding Burping Changing

feeding Burping Changing Cooing

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing            

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping

Feeding Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Burping Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Changing Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Cooing Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Fussing Rocking Sleeping Walking

Sleeping Walking

Walking

Though the order may change,

The motions are the same.

Regardless of time,

Regardless of day,

My life

And the life of my baby's

Is made up of the same movements

Over and

Over and

Over again.

It is exhausting

For both of us.

I sometimes long for a change...Does he?

But then I remember that

Music is made

Using the same seven notes in variation.

And only twenty-six letters combine

To create poems, plays, and masterpieces.

I realize that monotony can create miracles.

So I will go through the motions with my baby

And we will dance

Through the pages

Of our own story.

                                                                                                                                                     

This is from a book called - unlikely Truths of motherhood,
and was recently quoted by someone special.