Benji, Ph.D in Daaaaaannnnce

Isn't this a great picture? Sarah is on the yearbook committee and had borrowed the school's camera to take pictures of Red Ribbon Week. She just shot this for fun while we were getting out of the car one day after school. We need a really good camera so we can take more of these.

The reason I posted this pic (other than to show off Sarah's awesome photography skills) is to share the most recent silly Benji moment.

He and Andrew have watched "Monsters vs. Aliens" a hundred times. No exaggeration. He loves to imitate his favorite parts, one of those being the "Dance Dance Revolution" of Dr. Cockroach. (If you haven't seen it, you're missing out.) Benji kind of bounces around, flapping his elbows in his own version of the Funky Chicken.

So this is this morning: He wants to get dressed by himself, including changing his own diaper. He got COMPLETELY undressed, had all his new stuff ready to go, when this part of the movie came on. Naked little boy doing bizarre Funky Chicken dance while giggling insanely.

Need I say more?

LDS General Conference and My Testimony

So we went to East Canyon this weekend for conference. We invited my parents and my youngest brother and his family to come up and enjoy conference and the tradional joys of rice and bacon. But with my dad sounding like a loaded down dump truck (nasty sore throat), my mom having to REALLY rest from her broken hip, and it raining buckets (probably just normal stuff for say, Seattle, but around here, if water comes out of the sky, people start to build arks), we ended up being by ourselves. It was great to be able to just sit and listen, even though the Sunday morning session I barely heard because that was the one I was yelling through, trying to get the kids to "SIT STILL AND BE QUIET BECAUSE THE PROPHETS ARE TALKING!".

Elder Holland's talk during the Sunday afternoon session was impossible to miss, however. Even from the beginning I could tell that this would not be a 'kiss-kiss-nice-nice' kind of talk, but her was revving up to some serious box-breaking. (Italian missionary language, translated from 'rompere le scatole', which means to scold or really get after someone.)

I was so impressed with his statement about going on record for all of the world and heaven to note, that the Book of Mormon is true, both in origins and in translation by the prophet Joseph Smith. We live in a world where we are so PC, trying so hard not to step on anyone's toes that sometimes we don't even stand up for what we really need to shout from the rooftops. It was an amazing talk, and I for one am willing to follow humbly in his very impressive path and say that I, too, know that the Book of Mormon is the true word of God, written by ancient prophets for our day, to give us a path to lead us to Christ. I also know that Joseph Smith was called of God, that he saw, in the flesh, our God and his Son, Jesus Christ, and that all that followed, through the recieving and translation of the Book of Mormon to his last testament given through the shedding of his blood.