One of Ike's favorite toys is the bag of nail polish. He loves to pour them out and chew on the tops. The colors are so interesting. The only problem is that he has a squirrel's desire to hide and hoard things. We find nail polish all over the house in little hidey holes.
He does this all the time with all kinds of things. We lost the remote control for a couple of days and then found it in a box of wipes. The wipes that had been there never were found.
When we were in Utah one day my mom realized that the mouse to her computer was missing. After an extensive search Brandon found it upstairs in the office in an empty cracker box.
I am sure there are things hidden in this house that will never be found.
|Ike models how Nutella gets eaten at our house.|
|No caption. It's just cute.|
|Ike has really been hitting the books lately.|
Part of the reason that January was so hard is that I feel so upset about the election of Donald Trump. I disagree with almost all of his policies and am offended by many of the things he says and tweets. I am frustrated with the way he is representing our country.
I have said so many times how much I love the Obamas and it was a sad day for me.
The next day Brandon and I took the kids to the Women's March in Eugene.
|We must live together as brothers or perish as fools.|
I guess it was a similar feeling that got President Trump elected. People just want to feel like their voices and opinions matter. We all have different ideas on how to accomplish things and this election cycle has reminded me how important it is that we are informed and involved and that we take the time to think about and decide how we feel about specific issues. I personally am going to try to do a better job of listening. At least that is my goal. I am pretty sure it is going to be tough because I do love to open my mouth. I have a suspicion that the more I listen, the better I will be able to make wise choices. Whether my opinions are changed or not at least I will be sure what I am standing for.
And now for something completely different. Here is a picture of my son with the three Oreo cookies that he stole from his friend's plate while the Young Women leaders were having our meeting. Oh Ike!
|Just a couple of bums.|
"We are from a country far away called, Iran," was his answer. "Have you heard of it?"
I had a good laugh because I thought it was so endearing. He had no idea the way that his home country is talked about regularly in the US. From the way he asked the question I could hear the pride in his voice. He loves his home.
Arash and Atoosa have been nothing but delightful and we absolutely love them. When we heard about the ban on immigration we immediately thought of our friends. As a family we decided to heart attack their door. We left a note telling them that we love them, that they are welcome and valued in our community, and how happy we are that they are here. I just want to extend this same idea to all of the wonderful immigrants, refugees, and visitors that are peacefully adding diversity and joy to neighborhoods all over this country.