they know...

I realized just how amazing it is to me that Evelyn at 11 months old pointed to a picture of the Savior and said "Jesh." Not that it's uncommon or that I think she's unusually intelligent, but ...well, she knows who He is. For a few months every diaper change was a wrestling match unless I could get her to look at a picture of Christ, that now has a place in her view on the dresser. When she was 6 weeks old the first non-talking thing that she smiled at was a picture of the Savior. Anyone who has a bit of experience with babies can tell you a dozen or more instances like this. It's something that makes me pause and wonder what we would all be aspiring to if we really realized, as infants do, who the Savior is and who we are to Him. I suppose that's just part of what makes a baby be a baby.

the "cows"

Down the street from my parents house is a field owned by some wonderful older members of their ward. They regularly keep a couple a steers for butchering, which most of the children in the neighborhood refer to as the "cows". When my sisters kids were younger we would often go on walks to see the cows and sometimes bring old lettuce or fruit to try to feed them. I had never done this with Evelyn, so one day in June during the 3 weeks that Ryan was up working at Roosevelt Dam, we passed a few minutes of time taking a walk to see the "cows." While we were there Evelyn said "Moo" very clearly for the first time. On the way back it even sprinkled a little, which felt great! It was just one of those little things I will always remember.