Lena's mom

This will be intesting one day, but it bothers me. Joseph had a photo of Lena in his hand and said, Lena is at school, but I want to Skype with her mother. I told him that I was her mother and he was happy, but then he upset me. He said, "no. Her real mother." He explained that her real mother lives in her house and bakes her treats. I am pretty sure he is referring to my mother. He said, "Lena

is down there, far away,and that is where her mother lives, right?"

Mary Anne's Christmas gift

Ok. I thought of the best notion yesterday I was going to end up with a gift each day each day of December.

Mary is over crying because I decided to get her a thing and she found it, but I told her no and rehid it.

Then, it occurred to me as I was thinking of a way to turn this into a learning experience, that this lesson was for me.

We all cry cause we find what we want, not knowing it is for us only not yet. I was sort of happy to see that she wanted it so badly. I imagine both she and I will be so happy to unwrap our gift to see that we get the thing we wanted so badly.

A bit of genealogy

I do not expect this information will be of immediate or constant interest to you, but if the occasion arises, I will record what I know off the top of my head.

My parents are Larry Gordon Babcock and Maureen Lynn DeMott. They are both oldest children and born in 1950.

My Father is the son of Edward Gordon Babcock and Eileen Lou Seifferlein. Grandma was adopted by Walter Seiferlein, her biological Father was William? Hoxey. Her mother was Myrtle Mae Therrin. Edward had piercing blue eyes! and was also the oldest child of Ada McMann and Ardell Babcock, also first born and piercing blue eyes. He lived to be quite old. My grandmother used to joke that he would outlive her. Mostly, I remember his incredible memory and vitality! He claimed his longevity was due to routine which gives your life purpose. He also was firm about the idea of moderation.

Much else on that line would be speculation. I do know that Anna Maria Andersen came to America from Gottberg, Sweden and Grandma says she met her husband on the boat to America. It has been said that I resemble her almost to a T. I have never been to Sweden but, I like ABBA. :)

My mother is the daughter of Fred N. DeMott and Donna June McGregor. There is a town in Michigan named after her father's general store there. Her parents were John McGregor (decended from Rob Roy) he came from Edinburgh, Scotland. His wife was Elizabeth Gray who is Irish, making you very Irish, who Isn't, huh? I could speculate as others had to me about how this family traveled from Rhode Island, to Vermont, New York, Canada and eventually settling in Michigan, and supposedly somwhere along the way they organized a religion, though I can offer no evidence or particulars.

So, there you have what I know. I have a lot of stories, but ought not insert too much speculation here a more ideal record is already kept elsewhere. But, should you ever wonder what I know, this much is certain.

Ooops! Realized that I published prematurely, without including Grandpa DeMott's parents. His father was Norman DeMott and his mother was Edna Louella Eagling. That name seems as PoshEnglish as you can get so it suprised me to learn that we have French ancestry. Edna's Father was a Joseph Lewin Eagling (Gavin, Dad wanted to name you Lewis).

Straw b-b-berry Shortcake

We just learned to think outside the box. In two seperate stories they discovered that the answer was not one that was expected. It reminded me of future problem solvers. In the big competition we had to compete against the real brainiac team, but we scored higher because our ideas were so unusual and creative whereas their ideas had a lot of competition as every "brainy"solution was the same. The problem was acid rain, and I suggested we just befriended some alien nation who used acid to fuel their space ships thereby producing a clean water by product. I was most pleased to hear it suggested that maybe the least possible solution was the best in this case. :) if Strawbery Shortcake says it, it is gospel truth to Mary and Joseph.

Dearest human's of mine

There will be a point in each of your lives web you must realize the difference between temporary things and eternal things. You are eternal things that are temporarily mine, and I want to arm you with the ability to succeed, but if this is really only a moment compared to the infiniti before us, that doesn't matter so much. That being you are my children. Yes, I love you so deeply, but the most significant person is the one you take to the temple and become one with forever. I have been a terrible mother because I tellyou what I have not done myself. I hope my failure has become an example of what to avoid, so you will not have this trial to live.

Effects of Brittish accents

Joseph is driving Nick crazy from too much time watching videos on YouTube where the pronouciation is distinct from his own. Commonly, he pronounces things with an A as if it were AR, this is usual with Brittish accents and we just deal with it on words like Warsh or Idear. But, my son constantly calls Lava Larvar which sounds like Larvae to my husband who constantly corrects Joe, but I heard it today on a Stampylonghead Minecraft video and it became clear this was having more effect on him than boring old us.

I heard the best idea!

We are going to live out someone else's brilliance for FHE we are going to make  bowl of life saver scriptures. Afterall scriptures are life savers. Then we will mail them to others as a package. The deal is that you only may have one per day, like my mom's advent calenders, and there will be a scripture for that day to read and ponder throughout the day.