We decided it was time to take the boys along with us for a trip to the temple. Not exactly the ideal day trip with the 5 hour, one way, travel time, but we enjoyed it.
The boys were pretty mesmerized by this statue of Christ. As soon as we went into the Visitor's Center, they ran up to it. Here, Ked is telling me about the marks on His hands and how he got them.
Alright, so I told them to look at a "bird," and they were more excited about the water fountain than the temple, but a few weeks later, "temple" became one of Tyn's favorite words.
And. . . this was the day that Tyn chipped his top front left tooth, as he fell attempting to climb down from a tall chair, knocking his head against a wooden desk and then falling forward into the metal bottom rung of the chair. I discovered a metal thread on the tooth (and a metal mark which took a day or two to disappear) while I was cleaning up the blood, and having not been with him at the time of occurrence (I arrived into the Visitor's Center just in time to hear my wailing child somewhere in the near distance), I was able to go back and discover exactly what chair he had fallen out of and exactly where he had left his mark in the metal. He already gets bloody lips all the time from a bottom tooth that is really jagged, and now he has another tooth to cut him up. Poor boy.
