Joseph's Baptism Quilt

 Today my big girl was home sick (minor cough) again from school. She has caught up on all of her work and was feeling a little bit bored. Despite the mess in my kitchen, I decided we needed to bake up some more Christmas cookies for the freezer.

We started with a batch of whipped shortbread. Just as the dough was finishing up, my mixer started smoking and smelling funny. I quickly popped the beaters out and threw it outside on the deck to cool off. I can't count the number of hand mixers I've fried in my homemaking career. I think most of them met their death whipping these cookies. One day I will have a really nice mixer I can use, but until then..

 

 

When the last pan of shortbread went into the oven, Camilla made up a new recipe that she wanted to try. She loves browsing pintrest now and always finds new things to try. She saw these yummy looking candy cane white chocolate chip cookies. Of course Sawyer wanted to be in on the action. "Helwp you?" She boosted him up on the counter and was so patient as he dumped ingredients into the bowl. He especially loved the handful of white chocolate chips she let him eat while she stirred the dough. I am so glad they will have these memories together!

 

Just before the littles got home from school, my mum came over to show me Joseph's finished baptism quilt. She started the tradition when Hyrum was baptized, likening the warm quilt to the comforting power of the Holy Ghost. 

 

 

Joseph has been so looking forward to placing this quilt on his bed. Whenever he wraps himself up in it I hope he remembers the comfort and safety that the Holy Ghost gives us throughout our lives. We are so grateful for such a talented Gramma. She poured her soul into this and it will be cherished for years to come.

Before bed I gathered the children around the Christmas tree for a story. We've had a rough few days filled with sibling rivalries, yelling, and constant arguing. As I prayed for inspiration while the chaos grew around me, I knew that we needed to gather together. I read them a favorite Christmas story to get them back into the Christmas spirit and cried through the entire thing. While I read through blurred vision, they listened intently and different waves of emotion could be seen on their faces. By the time we had finished the entire atmosphere in our home had transformed. Peace was present once again and they all promised to try a little better tomorrow.