Just some random thoughts

I made homemade snickers for the first time yesterday. It was our enrichment and I had committed to going during our presidency meeting on Sunday. Everyone was supposed to bring 5 dozen something to share. After meticulously putting them together, they became a jumbled mess trying to get them out of the pan. I was really frustrated and didn't even want to take them because I thought they looked gross. I stuck them on a plate, covered them, and put them back in the fridge for a while. When I got them to the church and uncovered them, they didn't look so bad. I hadn't dared taste them because I could smell how sweet they were. Anyway...when it came time to eat, one of the ladies in our ward took a bite and looked around trying to figure out who made them. She said, these are so delicious, who made them. I timidly raised my hand and she raved about them. I was shocked. They became the hit of the party. One lady actually believed someone that I just cut up candy bars and put them on a plate. I don't think they were that authentic!! It made going to enrichment worth it. This brings me to my next point.
I wasn't so excited about going to enrichment in the first place, for a variety of reasons. Then the candy not turning out how I had hoped and Bridger being whiny (Brent was at b-ball practice) just made me dread the evening even more. My mood quickly changed when I got there and was able to listen to a wonderful lesson on the symbols of Christmas. One of my counselors gave the lesson and everything she said was just so perfect. There was nothing profound, or new that she shared, but things that are nice to remember. I found myself thinking that I was so glad I had decided to go. To top it all off, Bridger was an angel. While some of the kids were running around he was content to sit on my lap.
When we got home it was time for Bridger to have a bath and go to bed. He wasn't so excited about that because he hadn't had a chance to see his daddy much last night. A big part of his day is playing with Brent at night. I got him ready for bed and then brought him down to play for a little bit. When I put him to bed he cried and cried. I finally got him back up and brought him down to Brent. He was content to just cuddle with his dad. He didn't once even look at me. He was just missing his dad. After about 30 minutes of that he was ready for bed. I laid him down without any protesting. So cute.
Just a few random thoughts that I've been wanting to write down. We've finally warmed up today. When Brent left for work it was -17. When I went out to run errands it was -7. Yikes!! Everything was so pretty with thick frost, the kind that lingers. I love it.