I Love Christmas Shopping!

I took the little ones Christmas shopping last night. We all went to Walmart and I got them each a reusable shopping bag. As they found gifts that they wanted to buy for each other they just stuck them in their bag so that no one could see what we were buying for each other. It was lots of fun.

Wolfman had to be reminded several times that we were not shopping for ourselves, we were thinking of other people. When he found a cool child size baseball hat with Transformers on it, he thought that he should buy it for Calvin. But when I told him that it was too small for Calvin and that it was Wolfman-sized he waved the hat in the air and shouted, "Who wants to buy me a hat?!?"

Smart kid. (I told him, "That's not the way it works." Strangers were chuckling.)

Merry, Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas from The Supercool Family!

I quit mailing out Christmas cards about 20 years ago. This is it.

Merry Christmas to all! I miss my blogfriends, but I'm still thinking of you! Thanks for your love and support!

Hugs,

Janie

Chicken Soup for My Soul

So many great answers lately. Every day. I guess when you're praying for answers every day, and then studying to find them, they're right there. It's amazing. The other night I was having a hard time, so I was praying. I was getting really frustrated and decided I'd better get out my scriptures and read. First I opened to the glossary, then opened it again and my answer was right there, "Fear not, I am with thee. Be not afraid..." So I quit perseverating on my frustrating situation, and went right to sleep - completely comforted. It's so nice to have the Lord on my side.

On Tuesday I had class and expected Calvin to come right home and help the Princess and Arthur watch the babies until DH could come home. DH said he'd be home in about an hour and feed the kids. So I left the babies with Princess and went to class expecting that everyone would be taken care of. I got home at around 7:30 p.m., only to find that Calvin had just gotten home and Daddy still wasn't home. The babies weren't fed, and no one had even made dinner. I whipped out a couple of boxes of Kraft Mac & Cheese, slamming cupboards the whole time. Just after we'd finished, my visiting teacher called to see if she could bring us a bowl of soup that night and we could have it later in the week. I had to tell her that she'd been inspired (even though she was 20 minutes late.) She said that she'd been praying about her huge to-do list that morning and asking what the most important thing to do was. Her promise to bring me dinner one of these days popped into her mind. She had the soup ready by 6 p.m., but ... wanted to make some bread to bring with it ...and figured that I had it all together and the kids would have already made dinner by that time ...and ...and (just like we all do). It made me really wonder how the Holy Ghost knew at 6 a.m. that my plan would fall apart by 6 p.m.

What I DO know is that the Lord loves me and is taking care of me. Our service answers prayers.

(She brought me the loaf of homemade bread the next morning.) I love my visiting teachers.