6 Month Pics

I wanted to quickly post these to share them with you.

He really is worth the wait!

I love how tickled he is in the pictures

He's a total flirt. This was his Easter outfit...until my husband said he looked like a Mexican and proceeded to call him Hector.

Again, completely tickled

Rolling around in one of the most beautiful afghans ever!

Doing his push-ups

What he does best...suck his fingers

This is one of my favorites...this is what I am blessed enough to see every day. My sweet baby playing on the floor in pure delight. It's the best!

Such a little man isn't he???

My BuBu

Introducing:

Munkherdene Mendbayar and Sosobarum Badamkhand

These two Mongolians got married Sept 15th, 2005. The Temple district they are in...Hong Kong. Only 1812 miles south-southeast of Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Needless to say, they had to wait to go to the Temple. The wait is over! They recently went to the Temple--oh happy day!! This picture was taken at Disneyland in Hong Kong, cause who can deny the chance to meet Mickey?

Since they couldn't make it to the temple first, they had a slightly traditional Mongolian wedding.

Aren't they beautiful?!

She is MY Mongolian. She was a missionary companion of mine, twice. Since Badamkhand is a little hard for some to pronounce (Bottom-hond) we called her Sister B. We used to laugh and have a great time together. I spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Easter, Her birthday and 4th of July. Keep in mind, most of these were firsts for her. Ok, except New years and her birthday, she did celebrate those before. It was so fun to experience these things for the first time with her. Then I was able to attend the temple with her for the departing missionaries trip. And finally, I got to go with her to the airport, get her checked in and watch her head home. Nothing binds a friendship like sharing the spirit. And that sweet spirit turned our friendship into pure sisterhood. I love this sweet sister of mine.

Along the way, she picked up the nickname BuBu. Not once in the last 7 years has my BuBu lost contact with me, all the way from Mongolia! BuBu has a tender and loving heart. She is a great cook, loves to joke around, loves makeup (I know, perfect for me, right?), gets excited to see cute little children, loves dogs (not cats) and has a sweet love for the Gospel of Jesus Christ. My BuBu taught me about Mongolia: culture, delicious food (NOT Mongolian BBQ, those are lying Chinese people...LOL a whole other story), she taught me a very little bit of her language and that Genghis Khan is really pronounce Chinggis Haan. Most importantly, she taught me to connect with others by listening to their hearts if I can't understand their words.

I listened to her heart for one-third of my mission and loved every second of it. I love MY BuBu!

I have to say, I was very close with a few companions. My sisters were my heart and soul while I was a missionary. Such sweet memories. I feel as though these sisters prepared me to be a better wife.

Taking it Personal

I tend to take certain things personally. I have a "best-good-friend" as she calls me, that is wonderful. She's good as gold. She is so fun loving and has a very similar sense of humor. We worked together for a few years. We diet and exercise together, go to concerts, eat out together and know each others' families very well. I saw a picture of her out with friends, drinking and smoking. I was so upset by the cigarette--I took it personal. As if I was offended that she picked up a cigarette. I knew about the drinking before but the cigarette just hurt my feelings. Growing up, that would happen with family members, school teachers, friends, friends' parents, celebrities, etc.

I've often wondered how I got so lucky to be born into an LDS family. Out of all the people in the world...me!?! I haven't ever questioned the truthfulness of the Gospel. I do wonder how others reject or don't know it as well. Or how someone goes from knowing to regretting? How does this happen? I met a lady at her baptism. She was so excited about joining the church--I took it personal. She knew I what I have known for so long. It's so exciting. Shortly after joining the church, she became my neighbor. She and her three daughters moved in with the man across the street--I took it personal. My heart sunk. Why did this bother me so much? She broke up and moved out and then got married to another man. She brought him to church a time or two and they moved. I just saw pictures of her facebook...pictures showing her Easter Sunday baptism at her new church and you guessed it, I'm taking it personally.

Sorry friends, I CARE! I take our friendship very PERSONAL! I don't want you smoking, drinking, doing drugs or leaving the church. So there, I said it.