I Have A Stalker and Other Testimony Builders

We have new neighbors behind us.  Kiki has been delighted with her new playmates, and they've nearly worn a path between our houses.  Because they are little girls though, they are still sorting out the "social graces" part of the friendship.  A couple of days ago Kiki and I were "getting ready" meaning I was blow drying my hair and she was putting on an obscene amount of make-up.  I would turn on the blow dryer, then turn it off thinking I heard a noise, but then I wouldn't hear the noise so I would turn the dryer back on.  This went on for a few minutes, but I was honestly thinking to myself that it was just the dog or I was hearing things or something.  My confusion was laid to rest, though, when I heard my little neighbor, whose frustration must have been reaching peaks, screaming at the back door, "I can hear you in there!  I can hear you!  I! CAN! HEAR! YOU!"

I can't wait for her first break-up because it is going to be EPIC.

Preparations around the house continue.  As much as I would like to think to myself that even though this is an incredibly stressful situation I am still playing it cool, Kiki's behavior is definitely indicating otherwise.  She is so worried that I will not pack her most important things (tank-tops and dinosaurs) that I can not turn my back for a second without her packing a bag.  Unfortunately for her, what I HAVE packed up are most of her little bags that kids seem to collect, so she has resorted to packing for the Philippines in grocery sacks.

Bruce arrived home on Saturday.  We hit the aquarium one last time on the way to the airport. 

We still don't have a place to live, but he is working that out, and reports that he thinks we are really going to love it there.

He brought back some Japanese candy for the girls.  One jelly-like candy caused Kiki to dry-heave in the car (which isn't completely out of the ordinary for us, but I had just had the car detailed so it was more upsetting than usual.).  Another looked like this.  I felt the packaging and contents were not an appropriate match: Something about a bird on a sack of brown and white balls didn't seem very appetizing. 

Bruce called us all together for Family Home Evening last night.  I've recently purchased Kate her very own Book of Mormon, and she is diligently reading away.  Bruce read to us a scripture that said if you wanted to know if the Book of Mormon was true, you could pray about it and Heavenly Father would give you a happy feeling inside that would tell you that it was true.

"...Or not."  Kiki said.

We sat in silence for a second or ten. 

Kiki went on.

"Pegasuses aren't true."

Bruce asked, "Well, Mags, what do you think IS true?"

She replied, "Regular horses."

Folks, it's the Primary Program on Sunday and she has a speaking part, so get ready.