"I hope they call me on a Mission....

...When I have 'raised a kid or two or seven'!"

My parents finally got their mission call after waiting forever for it to arrive. I was lucky enough to be in on the excitement.

(Our family map of guesses - Where in the world is Elder and Sister Pocock going? - we joked of Outer Siberia but no one guessed it. I wish I had because I would have won.)

They will serve in the Yekaterinburg Russia Mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Why? What will they teach? I am so grateful for wonderful parents and their willingness to serve. I can't help but think back at my time as a missionary in Germany. It wasn't a piece of cake nor a vacation but a very faith promoting experience. It gave me such an awesome perspective of our Heavenly Father, His love and His beautiful plan that He has for each of us.

Good luck Mom and Dad! And Russia, I wish you two very mild winters.

Squeasable Cheeks and Sticks

OJ is 7 months now and is getting chubbier by the minute. Just look at those cheeks getting squished by the ear protectors. I bet you are jealous that I get to kiss those every morning, afternoon and night, but maybe not of the ones I get in the middle of the night. They might not be so plump for long cause this girl is getting on her hands and knees - crawling is in near future.

Life in the sticks lends itself to Saturday afternoon target practices.

And speaking of sticks - Milo and his "girlfriend" playing with them after shooting practice.

3 yr