Watching General Conference with a 2-year old is like spending 8 hours with them in Sacrament Meeting. I’m not completely convinced it is even really possible. This conference weekend we had the broadcast on our television and on radio’s throughout the house, but we weren’t very strict about sitting down to watch it. I really enjoyed the parts of conference I was able to hear, but I’m sure I’ll get more out of it when I read the Ensign next month.

It was interesting to see Bridget pause at various times during her play to watch for a few seconds. It only happened here and there, and it was somewhat fleeting, but I bet she still learned something – if only from the spirit that was brought into our home by having it on.

On a funny note:

At the beginning of the Saturday morning session I was trying to explain to Bridget what conference was (and why she couldn’t watch Corpse Bride instead), when they were about to start the opening prayer. I asked Bridget to fold her arms for the prayer. She did. But, they the following conversation ensued:

About 30-45 seconds into the prayer. . .

B: Mom.
T: Shhhh.
B: Mom, you gonna say the prayer?
T: He is saying it (pointing to the television)
B: (momentary silence)
B: Mommy. Say the prayer.
T: Shhh. Just listen.
After that, she listen to the end of the prayer, adding her “amen” to the end.
By the closing prayer for that session, she was reminding me to fold my arms and close my eyes. She recognized the start of the prayer, and keep me on my feet.

She was napping through the afternoon session.

Sunday morning, I had just gotten her out of the bathtub and we were listening to the choir sing while I combed through her hair. That’s when the prayer started. She immediately folded her arms (while standing on a stool in the bathroom). I set down the comb and followed suite. She was quiet and reverent through the entire thing. I was pretty impressed, especially considering that these are not ‘toddler-length’ prayers.

I am so grateful for my beautiful little daughter, for her energy and desire to learn. And for her sweet little example. Thanks Bridget, I’m glad you could enjoy some of conference even at such a young age.

The other day Bridget was “helping” me clean our computer room when she found a package of manila envelopes. Apparently she decided it would be a good idea to take the envelopes out of their plastic bag. I guess the packaging had a greater purpose to serve.

The next thing I knew I heard, “Look Mom, a hat!”

I turned around to see this:

I quickly grabbed my camera and to snap a picture. I only got one before she started doing this:

Good heavens!! Honestly… As you might imagine, we had a nice conversation about what we do and don’t do with plastic bags, and why its not a good idea to wear them over your face. The offending bag also got torn apart and thrown away. And despite the fact that she seemed to agree that bags don’t belong on her head, I somehow doubt that this is the last time we’ll be having such a conversation.

Speaking of plastic bags. . .
This is what happens when Dave puts a plastic bag over his head:

I guess a graphic similar to this was found on some bags where he works. The graphic was so funny that one of his co-workers decided to pull out a little PhotoShop wizardry and change the graphic to Dave’s likeness. Don’t choke.

When will they grow out of this sort of strange behavior? Will they ever? Sometimes I wonder. I mean, I witnessed some grown adults sucking helium the other day – didn’t we all learn in Jr. High school that THAT wasn’t a good idea?? Alas! Alack!