Crazy Girls

I started this post last weekend, after they found my tumor but before it was diagnosed as cancerous. I wanted to finish it. One of my biggest worries about having cancer is that my husband and children will be neglected. I know once I am on chemotherapy I won't be able to do everything for them that I am doing now, I know they will need to make great sacrifices, I just hope they understand the greater purpose we are all working towards. I have every intention of being in the temple for every single one of my grandchildren's marriages. At 2 1/2 and 1 1/2 they've gone through more trials that I did the first 2 decades of my life. I don't know why two such beautiful little girls have to go through such hard times, hard times they don't understand, but watching them while Dallas was deployed and since he's come home taught me something--they are stronger than I wish they ever had to be. I don't know why God blessed me with such amazing girls, but they lift me up and make me a better person every day.

The older Amaya and Oaklie get, the more fun they are. They love playing together and seem to become better friends every day. Amaya is always watching out for his sister and is always reminding me, "For Okee too!" whenever I get her something.

The other day, I was putting some medicine on a bump on my shoulder and I heard a little helium voice behind me say, "That's giscusging." (disgusting). I about died laughing!

 A couple of weeks ago she found her Disney princess dress in the closet and asked me to help her put it on. Once she was dressed, I sent her downstairs to show Dallas. A couple of minutes later she walked back into the bedroom like she was the Queen of England. She did a little sashay and bragged, "Mommy, I look dorky. I look dorky Mommy." I laughed so hard! It was obvious she had no idea what dorky meant.

The little goobers that get in her eyes when she wakes up I call sleeper bugs. Now Amaya will come up to me and say, "Mommy! There's a ladybug in my eye!"

I think Amaya might grow up to be the Relief Society General President one day. She played Primary with her cousins a few weeks ago and now it's one of her favorite things to play at home. She sits on the piano bench to sing and play the opening song. Then she kneels down and says the opening prayer. Then she stand up to give the "Blesson" (lesson). This morning while I was getting ready for church, she got into the bathroom drawer and pulled out two of my curling irons--one for her and one for Oaklie. She held one up to her mouth like a microphone and said, "Good mooring brovers and sissers." That one is Relief Society material. She was trying to get Oaklie to talk into hers and said, "Oaklie! Say, 'I'm Okee, I'm one!'"

Oaklie is so funny. I love that she doesn't let anyone else tell her who to be, she is 100% unique. Every morning she wakes up and she puts on her boots and her coat, and a hat if she can find one. She is going to be so sad when summer gets here.

Oaklie knows how to say about 25 words. Some of her favorites are "Mom, Dad, Sis, Dis (this), Dat (that), Coat, Boos (boots), eyes, and mow (more)." If she doesn't know the name of something, she just points at it and says, "Dis." Oaklie is a smart little one. She understands everything that everyone says and is such and obedient little girl. She loves to help with chores and is the master of starting the dishwasher.

Next week Oaklie goes into nursery. I'm excited for her and I know she will have a blast, but I'm a little bit worried about myself. It's been more than 2 1/2 years since I've gone to  Sunday School and Relief Society without a baby on my lap. Oaklie was my little buddy all of those months when Dallas was in Iraq. Dallas will probably be gone this summer for 4 months or so, and I'm not going to have a buddy to get me through the last 2 meetings at church.

Oaklie is a very good girl, but she's also a mischievous one. She loves flushing the toilet. We have had 3 brand new rolls of Charmin that Oaklie has sacrificed to the toilet god in the last week. She has dumped out the bathroom trash into the toilet and tried to flush it a few times as well.

Her newest naughty trick is to take all of her clothes off during her nap and at bedtime and then poop and pee in her crib. I thought Amaya's stripping herself down stage was bad, but she had nothing on Oaklie. I have yet to put a piece of clothing on Oaklie that she hasn't figured out how to take off. Last night about 10:30 Oaklie started crying. I went in to check on her and she was COVERED in dried-on poop. It was disgusting and was a nightmare to clean up. Dallas and I think it was the perfect cherry on top of our crappy week. Haha.

 Poop and all, Dallas and I love our little girls to pieces.

Elder Russell M. Nelson came to our stake conference today. Listening to him speak, it was amazing to see the love he had for little children. He said that there were children in the audience who had been waving to him during the meeting, and when he spoke he asked all of the Primary aged children to stand up on their chairs and wave to him so he could see them. Amaya thought that was so neat. Then he asked the Primary children to sing, "I Am a Child of God." The Spirit in the meeting was so strong. It was obvious that Heavenly Father loved those little ones so much. 

This is one of my favorite lullabies to sing to the girls at bedtime:

In the sunlight or the rain,
brightest night or darkest day,
I'll always feel the same way.
Whatever road you may be on
know you're never too far gone.
My love is there, wherever you may be.
Just remember that you'll always be my baby.