This year I limited baby Sunshine to five friends.
Gabe, Kennedy, Kira, Allison, and Emma came.
We played a rousing game of pin-the-tail-on-the-unicorn.
We made dirt and worms.
We painted sun catchers.
And ate cake and ice cream.
Happy Birthday Olivia. Number six is a special one.
Today was the usual fare in Sacrament Meeting – toys flying, kids crying, parents giving each other looks.
I finally gave Olivia my pen and sketch book, and she happily sat down at the end of the pew and began drawing.
A while later she came to me with her first illustration.
“This is Jesus in the tomb” she explained.
And then she proceeded to detail for me her little drawing.
It was sweet to be sure. But just then Everett decided he had enough, and I dashed out of the meeting with a *LOUD* baby in my arms.
So Olivia sat down again at the end of the pew, and drew some more.
Later Olivia gave me the details of each of these as well.
And so I guess she really was listening to Sharing Time last week.
At one point Wyatt leaned over and asked Olivia what she was going to do with her drawings, and she told him matter-of-factly, “I am going to make a book.”
And Wyatt laughed and barried his face in his hands, and said “She is your daughter.”
And I told him it confirmed my theory that our children watched and learned from us in the pre-existence.