From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Sunday, May 2, 2010

Church is in the middle of nap time

After church today I just told Jaedyn it was nap time and asked for the toy she was playing with. She sat for a moment* and then handed me the toy and grabbed my finger** and walked me to her room where she picked up her blanket and tried to climb into bed***. Poor baby was really tired. Not that I couldn't tell that from the tantrums at church today****. I'm glad she's so good, she was sitting quietly on the couch playing with a toy when I got her for bed.

* It was a tense moment because she would either obey or shriek and throw a huge baby fit. I was bracing for the scream fest.

** This is her new method for 'come here Mother, I have to show you'... that she wants that thing on the counter, this closed door she's like to to through or a cool new thing she has discovered.

*** A gross deviation from the routine of walk in the room; diaper change if necessary; turn off the lights; turn on the lullabies; cuddle for the intro to the first song; and lay down in bed.

**** She would not get her way and give a pouty face. Then it would escalate to sitting down in her big dress~ and an even pouty-er face then she'd throw herself backwards and pout to the ceiling (or me if I was watching) and if that still didn't work she'd start crying big crocodile tears really really loud. ~~

~It was very cute to watch. The dress pooffed up just life a princess dress.

~~ Some of the ladies in Relief Society were amused. Some others were not. The amused ones were the ladies who were close enough to watch her antics and or those who had toddlers themselves. The ones who heard her across the room or who had no kids were less amused.
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