Babies should be immune from stupid superstitions. I hope.

I knew Madeline would be a troublemaker, but I didn't expect her to ruin the first seven years of her life in one fell swoop. Today she was sitting in front of our little mirror, admiring herself (which is one of her favorite hobbies). I was trying to be a good parent and hold her hand, so she wouldn't fall over into the mirror, or kick over on top of herself, when she lunged forward and smacked the glass with her face. It broke rather impressively, although I naturally was not focused on that on the time, but rather worried I had just allowed my daughter to kill herself. We escaped with only a tiny, tiny little pinprick beneath her eye, thank heavens. And I resolved forthwith to go buy an unbreakable mirror.

I shouldn't be surprised, I suppose. Madeline has had all kinds of exploits lately. She can sit up on her own for a little bit, and also has discovered how to scoot forward (but only if there's something she really wants in front of her, and if it's close enough to reach before she gets tired and frustrated). She keeps trying to pull herself up her bouncy chair from the floor, which means I am forever moving it around the front room, and the other day she somehow managed to get into the cabinet beneath the television and started pulling out coloring books. And I can't eat anything in her vicinity because food is now the most interesting thing on the planet; if it's close enough to grab, she will latch on and make a mess, and if it's too far away to get to, she looks at me reproachfully and yells every time I take a bite and don't give her any. It's a good thing she;s still cute as a button. She gets more smiley every day too, and I count myself lucky that she mostly only causes problems when she's being happy and entertaining herself. It's always refreshing when I can laugh at the complications Madeline causes.

I could become the first woman Mormon president. If I wasn't busy plotting to take over the free world.

I must be an irresponsible person, but for heaven's sake...is the Democratic convention worth taking up all the airwaves on every channel, every night for a week? I thought the Olympics were a lot more significant, and only one network carried those. You could still find other programs, mindless though they were. But this week, all I get is speeches about how great Michelle Obama is. Oh, and Barack. But mostly Michelle. Which is probably true, but if you tell me one more time, I'm going to vote for McCain out of sheer spite. The scariest thing is seeing Hillary Clinton's face in larger than life color, and not being able to escape. Flip the channel...ah! There she is again! And again...and again...and again...

P.S. It is really irrelvant to this posting, but I would like to announce that I, Camille Warner, have beaten Jessie L. Warner at a game of chess, fair and square. (I will not mention that it was a complete fluke, born of one stupid mistake that Jessie made and then realized a second later, and that I am an evil opportunist at best who loves taking advantage of others. I should have been nice and let him take it back. But his fingers were off, and there's no way I'm not springing on my one chance for chess glory.)

In Memorium

This morning, right before we went to church, Jessie checked his e-mail and discovered that a friend from his mission had been on the plane that crashed in Moab, killing everyone on board. It was quite a shock for him, and for me as well. This friend was the kind of boy you knew from one meeting was a good person. Jessie always had the utmost respect for him. As we found out more, we learned that his father had also been killed on the flight, and he left behind a new wife of about a year who is a month away from delivering his first son. I thought about how hard this would be, as a young woman, and my heart broke for his widow. I gave Jessie a hug as he shed a few tears for an old friend.

My mind has been on this tragedy today, and two things have really stuck out to me. The first is this: although my heart breaks for his wife and mother, and all that they will go through, I am not sad for him. I only met him a half dozen times, but that was enough to know that he was a righteous, caring person who was ready whenever the Lord called him home. It impressed me that although neither Jessie or I has had contact with him recently, and although Jessie only knew him from his mission, his death touched our life, as well as many others whom he only knew in passing. I think it is an admirable goal to live your life in a manner that those around you are better for having just met you, and so that you are a force for good who is missed when you are gone. This boy was just that.

I also realized, perhaps for the first time, just how grateful I am for the Plan of Salvation. Although it seems tragic that he was taken while he had so much in front him, with a young wife who needed him and a son he never met in this life, there is hope for them. He will meet his son, and he and his wife were sealed for eternity. It is a great comfort to me, as I think about how grateful I am for my husband and daughter, that if anything happened to them, it would be hard, but it would not be the end. Because we have made the choice to be sealed in the temple, we will be together forever. And in situations like this, the Lord is there to comfort and heal, until they can be reunited. What a beautiful blessing.

My sympathies to the family of this young man and his father, and all the other families of those lost in that crash. May you find peace through the gospel and have the protection and love of the Lord around you.

Some updates of my life. I know you were waiting.

You know you've slacked off when your husband (who only reads my blog once or twice a week anyway) says, "Hey, you haven't blogged in a while." Nope. I haven't. That's mostly Madeline's fault. She's developed this lovely habit of waking up screaming at the top of her lungs at midnight every night for about half an hour. Those of you who have been blessed with live demonstrations of her vocal chords will appreciate how this might make sleep difficult. Which, in turn, makes blogging less of a priority than relaxing, sleeping, and catching up on household chores so I'm not disgusted by my own environment.

You'll be glad to know, Jessie and I stuck to our guns and didn't buy a timeshare vacation last Saturday. I have to tell you, Jessie was much more tempted than I felt comfortable with, but fortunately our common sense returned, and we ultimately got our free vacation. But only after I lost my temper with the salespeople and told them they were annoying. You would too, if they kept telling you they were going to give you an exit survey and instead pushed another sales pitch at you, when you have a four-month old hanging at Grandma's who is still breastfeeding and is way overdue for a feeding. I don't think the salespeople are used to dealing with irate woman with motherly hormones raging. I don't feel too badly though. They had it coming.

We also had the opportunity last weekend to attend Jessie's high school show choir reunion, which I admit, was funner than I thought it would be. I was basing the prejudgment on mission reunions, which are not horrible, but let's face it: I don't know these people, and Jessie can't even tell me their first names. It's just one of those things you do as a nice spouse, and it's semi-interesting, and there is free food. But this choir reunion was a lot more fun, and I got to watch videos of Jessie dancing around and singing as a skinny seventeen year old. It brought back memories of my own choir trips, which was both fun and disturbing. And everyone had cute babies, so I didn't feel awkward toting around an infant. Yay.

If you can't afford a vacation, ask someone else for one.

Today Jessie and I decided to try something new. We're finally giving in to those persistent telemarketers (to whom just about everyone we know seems to refer us) and going to listen to one of the spiels about timeshares in hopes that we'll get a free vacation out of it. We figure that we're not likely to take a vacation in the next year unless someone gives it to us for free, so why not try and mooch one off of annoying salespeople? We've actually had friends (hi Liz and Joe) who have done it and told us it's worth it, so we're a little more confident than we would be otherwise. Also, as said friends pointed out, it's really easy to say no to a $30,000 timeshare when you don't have $30,000.

Madeline's going to be super-excited about this venture, because it means she gets to play with Grandma Lundstrom. (It's so weird to call my mom that. To me, that name refers to Leona Lundstrom of Logan, Utah.) She's recently decided that she likes to throw fits when she's left with other people. Madeline, not my mother. She's supposedly too young to have developed a fear of strangers, but I'm skeptical. The more she recognizes Jessie and I, the more she seems to know that other people aren't her parents. She's a pretty smart little girl. Too smart, sometimes. I'm fearful of what tricks she'll pull on us as a teenager. She'll probably be sneaking out of the house and running off to join the circus and we'll never even know.

Maybe a ghoul lives in my attic.

My house makes really strange noises. A lot. Even as I write this, I can hear things blowing down the now-boarded-up pipe in the spare bedroom, and it sounds like someone trying to crawl down into the house. The trees are growing all over the roof, and anytime there's the slightest wind, there is a lot of random loud banging. Also, I am fairly certain we've got a nest of birds in the attic and that various other animals use our roof as a track for Olympic training. It often sounds like there's someone coming up the walk on our rickety wooden bridge when there actually isn't. The sad part is, I'm fairly used to all these noises now, so if someone tried to break in or a giant tree fell on the roof I probably wouldn't bat an eye. The only noise I respond to anymore is the distinct cry of a certain four month old, which incidentally, I can hear anywhere in the house, sleeping or waking, no matter what volume she's pitching a fit at. I love selective hearing.

Madeline likes movies better than doctors. Strange.

Well, we survived the doctor's visit today, and I would like to inform my mother, the doctor did NOT yell at me for giving Madeline rice cereal before 4 months. I actually like Madeline's doctor. She's very easy to talk to, and thinks Madeline is a pretty doll, which earns her extra points. Actually, all the nurses thought Madeline was gorgeous. Which doesn't surprise me in the least. I knew all along she was the prettiest baby ever. :-) It was hard to watch her get her shots, but she was pretty brave and only yelled at me once or twice for subjecting her to pain. Actually, she disliked having her stomach and ears looked at almost more than she disliked the shots. She told me pretty loudly that she did not approve and gave me a much more reproachful look than a four month old should be capable of. I laughed when the nurses asked me if she hass started rolling from side to side like she might be getting ready to roll over. She rolled across the entire living room yesterday. I can't get her to hold still. Except to watch Chronicles of Narnia. We decided to push our luck and take Madeline to a matinee last Saturday, because Jessie has been wanting to see Prince Caspian since it came out.She was so quiet the whole time that it stunned me. Granted, she was asleep about half the movie, but the other half she was as attentive as I've ever seen her. I think we have a future movie buff on our hands. It must be because I let her watch t.v. with me so much. Normally I'm not too bad, but with the Olympics on, we watch a lot. Jessie and I are addicted. I stayed up way past my bedtime last night to see if the men's gymnastics team would medal. I'm glad they did. I'd hate to be tired for nothing.