Dear Billy and Adam, (our brothers serving in Chile) & All,
Hello dear brothers! I ordered these pics to mail to you at the beginning of the month and as luck would have it, the package is lost in space. We’ll mail them when they come as fast as a speeding bullet. Which to chili may be fairly slow.
This is George Henry, your little nephew, smiley, content, with awesome giggles and coos; and the little dude either says “mama, or dada” when he’s crying, it takes an ear like Milly’s to pick it up, but there’s no denying it when he does it….wow, child prodigy!
Adam, Mom, Sariah and Elena came out for before and after his birth and were little angels of support and home and child help! *Do this, do that! Slave! j/k….kinda! I could have shot myself in the foot, we didn’t take any pics while Sariah was here, but here’s Mom and LJ:
Billy, Mom and Dad Balling were able to come out and visit George for his baby blessing and this is what he looked like that day, spiffy and handsome.
Billy, yes, Dad’s gotten that skinny. And here he is meeting George for pretty much the first time.
We went to apple orchards and such and here is Mom helping to carry George!
Milly is a big help with George, helping with George trumps most things, like chores and getting dressed, but we take what we can get. I am very thankful for her help. She loves to read, and read, sing, and do crafts.
Rawl loves to tease, tease and tease, tie people and things up, make crazy crafts like double bid axes and large holes in our ceiling. Well that was a huge accident, he was just playing ‘ocean.’ Rawl is very loving and can do a push up with Hazel on his back and gives an awesome horsey ride. I love to hear Rawl and Hazel play together. He mentioned he’d like to be a blacksmith when he grows up, can’t you just see the brawny boy now with his red hot anvil?
Hazel loves to be teased, dough! I wish, she loves dancing and playing with baby dolls and she and Rawl go through a ton of paper drawing. This is much preferred to walls, so bring on the tree usage. She is one smart cookie, she has memories of Utah that are pretty obscure! My favorite song of hers is “Mama is so pretty” the best line of the song, it continues, “Daddy is so handsome, Rawl is so handsome, Milly is so pretty, I am so pretty and Georgie is so cute!”
When George was just born, I was so sore, so I told Rawl I was a Lake that he had to go AROUND. Rawl put blankets around George to “go around the lake”, as now George was a ‘lake’ too.
So, it is getting cold as a booger as Dad Mitchell used to say it and so anyway, we send you our love from here in MN and will get you some real pics soon!
We want you to know that although you don’t hear from us often enough, we all pray for you, adore you, and are so thankful for your sacrifice of love, time and service in the irreplaceable service to the Lord. When you are feeling a bit down in the mouth (Mary Poppins), lazy, afeerd, pooped, home seeeck…jest remember, He is so proud of you and needs you so much. You are top 10 on his priority list…if He had one!… “So, Jest for Christmas, be as good as you can be!”
Merry Christmas! Love, Riley, Emily, Milly, Rawl, Hazel and George.
*poem for Adam, Billy you will enjoy this too, and did you know we found out from letters you were at the same conference w/ a general authority? Tis true. Enjoy!
Jest ‘Fore Christmas by Eugene Field
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain’t a girl—ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an’ things that ‘s worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an’ go swimmin’ in the lake—
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
‘Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain’t no flies on me,
But jest ‘fore Christmas I ‘m as good as I kin be!
Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;
First thing she knows she does n’t know where she is at!
Got a clipper sled, an’ when us kids goes out to slide,
‘Long comes the grocery cart, an’ we all hook a ride!
But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an’ cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an’ larrups up his hoss,
An’ then I laff an’ holler, “Oh, ye never teched me!”
But jest ‘fore Christmas I ‘m as good as I kin be!
Gran’ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,
I ‘ll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,
As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon’s Isle,
Where every prospeck pleases, an’ only man is vile!
But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she ‘d know
That Buff’lo Bill an’ cowboys is good enough for me!
Excep’ jest ‘fore Christmas, when I ‘m good as I kin be!
And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemnlike an’ still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin’: “What’s the matter, little Bill?”
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an’ wonders what’s become
Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!
But I am so perlite an’ tend so earnestly to biz,
That mother says to father: “How improved our Willie is!”
But father, havin’ been a boy hisself, suspicions me
When, jest ‘fore Christmas, I ‘m as good as I kin be!
For Christmas, with its lots an’ lots of candies, cakes, an’ toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids an’ not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an’ bresh yer hair, an’ mind yer p’s and q’s,
An’ don’t bust out yer pantaloons, and don’t wear out yer shoes;
Say “Yessum” to the ladies, and “Yessur” to the men,
An’ when they ‘s company, don’t pass yer plate for pie again;
But, thinkin’ of the things yer ‘d like to see upon that tree,
Jest ‘fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!