That is mostly a rhetorical question. I file Heather's nails, and I'm not interested in anyone telling me that I should clip them. I tried that once, missed the nail and got her thumb. She woke up, crying the cry of a betrayed daughter, and I cried the tears of a remorseful and agonized mother. I honestly don't think I have it in me to try again for at least another 2-3 months. Although, as I remember, when I was growing up it was always my dad who clipped our nails. Is that because he was(is) the dad, or is that because he was(is) a doctor? Come to think of it, I bet my resident construction estimator/graphic-designer-in-training could manage this little chore without tears by either of the participants. Hmmmm . . .
In (somewhat) non-Heather events, I'm getting back into the swing of things at work. I've discovered that I didn't forget how to do my job, which was a relief, and Heather seems to be adjusting well to her new routine, or lack thereof. Poor kid. Every day it's something new and somewhere new. She manages though, and so do I. We're all blessed blessed blessed to have the kind of help and support that we have.
This Saturday Eric and I are going to be able to go to the temple together. We haven't gone together in several months, what with pregnancy complications, and newborn babies, and all that jazz. I'm looking forward to the outing. Like many Mormons, Eric and I sometimes have a bit of a challenge making the time to attend the temple each month. I have no right to complain of course, it takes me exactly 8 minutes to drive from our home to the Logan temple. My parents drive 45 minutes to get to their nearest temple, and many of the other people reading this blog drive far more than that. Anyway, the point I was making before I went off on relative distances between homes and temples is that it can be a challenge, but well worth the effort. Every time I go home after having been in the temple, I feel better about myself, about my Eric, and about the world in general.
Who wouldn't look forward to that?