
Elder Robert Jonas Bush
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Dr. Seuss Week, Day 2
Dr. Seuss Week, Day 1
Monday, February 27, 2012
Not Hawaii after all . . .

Saturday, February 25, 2012
a young BYU fan
Friday, February 24, 2012
Slow-cooker Lasagna and Cookie Milkshake
Monday, February 20, 2012
Presidents Day


Saturday, February 18, 2012
Feathers

Feathers
A Fable By Mom
Long ago there was a family of birds.
The father bird was a loving father and hunted for worms for his family. He worked long and hard hours to find the best, juiciest, plumpest worms for his wife and children. He left early in the morning, since the early bird catches the worm. He would come home in the evening and feed his family his catch of the day. Sometimes there was not enough for the father to eat, but he shared his worms willingly.
The mother bird had a lot of little birds to take care of in their small nest. The little birds had been lovingly cared for while still in their eggs. The mother soon learned that the eggs were easier to take care of than the birds, since the birds cheeped and pecked and tried to fly out of the nest all day long. They also ate a lot of worms! She planned activities and tried to teach them to not peck at each other or fly before they were ready.
One day, the mother bird noticed an errant feather. The feather was poking out of the oldest bird’s body at an unusual angle. She tucked it in, to find out that it kept poking out in the oddest ways. She was not used to feathers looking like this, so she told the oldest bird to be still. Using her beak, she plucked the feather right out.
“Ouch!” said the oldest bird, and rightly so, for the mother had plucked a precious feather from his body.
The next day, the mother bird noticed more feathers sticking out, and not just in her oldest bird. She plucked and preened.
“Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Ouch!” “Wah!” cried the little birds.
That night she chirped her concerns to the father bird. He reminded her that as the birds grew, they would molt and change their feathery ways. The mother bird impatiently gazed at her little birds and wondered how she could speed up the awkward-looking and seemingly endless molting.
The next day, she found more feathers. She plucked, preened, and forced the molting to move along faster than nature intended.
When the father bird came home, he found a mother bird tired from the day’s plucking. He also found 8 featherless, naked, and crying birds. They were not just hungry for worms. They were hungry for loving attention instead of the pecking and plucking they received each day.
The mother chirped her sorrow and apologies to the little birds. She had been so impatient for the growing and molting to be over that she forgot to enjoy the small fuzzy feathers, even when they stuck out at funny angles.
The father huddled his family close. He kept them warm with his own feathers while hugging them tight.
They waited for feathers to grow back.
MORAL: BE CAREFUL HOW YOU PLUCK AND PREEN YOUR LITTLE ONES
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
"S"elebrating Six Weeks!
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Gideon's Blessing
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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