Luke’s baptism in Pocatello yesterday was a great event, like all baptisms. The most memorable moment, however, was when Sterling was just lifting Luke up out of the water, and Dallin blurted out “I don’t want to get baptized!” Hey, this is the kid who wanted to be baptized in the river! He sure changed his mind fast! But he’ll be fine when his turn comes. When I was six and Katie was seven, Grandpa Allen took us both to see a baptism. I was terrified at the sight. But when I turned eight, it was fine.
Anna’s baptism is still on for December 1st, but Isaac’s has been changed to December 8th, so it won’t be on the day of our family Christmas party, after all. There will be more details coming on both of those. I’m just glad we can celebrate these wonderful events, not to mention the wonderful food we always have, and all the fun of visiting with everybody.
Our kittens have grown so fast, they now qualify as junior cats. And cute as they are, they’re definitely alley cats. Their back legs are longer than their front legs, all the better for climbing up people’s pants or jumping up on the table. They also climb into the dishwasher while I’m trying to load it, so they can lick food scraps off the plates and utensils. Can you imagine a purebred Siamese or Persian cat doing that? Never! They harass Tina whenever they can, and she yowls and hisses at them, and then runs away. But she has reclaimed her favorite spot in the garage, so that’s a sign of hope.
I had planned to sing in the Messiah, and I wrote in here that we wouldn’t be home the next few Sunday nights, but we’ll be here after all. I just don’t feel good enough to sing. Besides, I walk with a cane now (I was falling down too much) so it would be awkward to get up and down the steps. And people would feel sorry for me, and I don’t want that. It’s funny–last year I bailed out of the Messiah because I’d just had the first skin cancer surgery on my forehead. That was the beginning of my year of misery. I hope I’m not headed into another one. Please keep up your prayers for me, and your kids’s prayers, too! I really appreciate it.