Monday, we were reading scriptures together as a family. I love that Noah is old enough to read the words with us. We generally read two verses each and explain what they mean and then the next person goes, finishing the chapter.
In 2 Nephi, Noah had two verses that happened to have the word "hell" in it at least three times. He would read and then when the word "hell" came up, he would mumble in a barely audible voice. We had to explain to him that when reading the scriptures, you are not swearing. It is OK to say all the words. I quickly explained that hell is not a swear word, but a location. Much like saying, "Salt Lake." I would hardly call that a swear word. Rich, Sharon, Angie, and Chad might disagree with me, though.
Tuesday, we read some more scriptures. (Noah seems to get all the good verses.) This time, the word "damned" was sort-of-read by Noah. Again, we had to explain the whole swearing thing.
Monday, I made Tuscany-style pork chops. (Yes, I thought that it would be a great idea to incorporate protein in our diet - a mistake, I might add. I was dry heaving while handling the meat - with tongs!)
It was a lovely recipe. Onions, garlic (my two most favorite ingredients in the whole-wide-world), sun-dried tomatoes, tomatoes, Great Northern white beans, artichoke hearts, Kalamata olives, flat-leaf parsley, and of course, pork chops.
You would have thought my family had died and gone to heaven. Noah came into the kitchen, stood by the stove, and sniffed. He then proclaimed, "It is a symphony of smells!"
Jacob love, love, loved it. He couldn't get enough. Gabrielle gagged. Noah loved everything except the tomatoes.
