Grant

This is Grant...He likes to lick the syrup off his plate when he's done eating waffles or pancakes...










He looks cute in a hat...

And he has faith. A few weeks ago, Grant had a terrible cough. Twice he coughed so hard he threw up, which scared him a lot. The second time it happened, it was the middle of the night. Chad and I cleaned up the mess and comforted our baby, then Chad blessed him through the priesthood of God. The blessing contained the admonition to "have faith." I wondered if that was for our benefit as parents, for how was a two-year old child to exercise faith to be healed? As I was tucking Grant back into bed, he began to cough again and turned to me with panic in his eyes. His face seemed to say to me, "Is that going to happen again? I'm scared." I smoothed his hair, reflected on the words of the blessing, and said, "It will be all right. You will be fine." Then we locked eyes and I said, "Have faith." He nodded his head, his body relaxed, he rolled over and hugged his bear, and slept through the night. The prophet/king Mosiah taught that we overcome our selfish natures through the atonement of the Lord Jesus Christ and by becoming "as a child, submissive, meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things which the Lord seeth fit to inflict upon him, even as a child doth submit to his father." (Mosiah 3:19) Having little children teaches me about the person the Lord would have me be. If I had the faith of my son, I would be mighty indeed.

The Cliff Church of Saint Amandour

On our way to Rocamandour, we stopped at various chateaus and points of interest to take pictures. In between the communes of Mareuil and Perigord we found a chateau in ruins. Sacked by the French revolutionaries, the building was being painstakingly restored by a charming elderly couple (I'm going to be random here and say that the sweet lady had the biggest hands I've EVER seen on a woman. Amazing!). The chateau was actually closed for the day, but when the caretakers heard we were from the U.S., nothing could have pleased them more than to have us enter (free of charge no less) and admire their work. And what a labor of love it was! The outer walls, chapel and dining hall were all under construction, with the dining hall mostly completed. Within the hall were period pieces of furniture, tapestries, paintings, dishes and cookware, a suit of armor, and many other interesting objects which we were not permitted to take photographs of, in order to preserve them from light exposure and wear. The chapel...was neat, but like so many things for me personally, it increased in fascination and value when I learned it's history. Charlemagne himself, and later King Louis IX, attended services there, only neither sat in the chapel with the peons. Both took their seat high above the other worshipers in a small alcove about fifteen feet up. I'm assuming there were stairs to this prodigious perch, even though I didn't see them. And no, I don't have a picture of it...my camera has failed me for the last time!! I want to replace it - but don't tell the camera yet or it may go on strike. Anyhoo! Here's another bit of random rambling...who's more famous: Louis IX or Charlemagne? I mean, Charlemagne is Charlemagne, considered to be the father of Europe (who doesn't know about him?) but Louis IX was canonized by the Catholic Church...does that make him more important? I don't know. Moving on...

More pictures of the Chateau:
We continued on our merry way, snapping pictures and laughing as we went.
And, of course, since my family loves me they stopped along the way so that I could visit a French cemetery. I find cemeteries in general to be very fascinating and this one was amazing in the variety of stones, crypts, and statuary. I even found a small chapel, which put me in mind of Nobody Owens and his guardian Silas from The Graveyard Book (which is really good by the way). Plus, everything was decorated with flowers since it was just past All Saints Day.

Jaime's best zombie impersonation...After more driving under overcast skies and through patches of rain we finally arrived at...


The building at the top is a chateau which was built to defend the sanctuary from invaders. From the top there is a path, a pilgrimage trail, which goes through a series of switchbacks. At each bend there is a shrine, one for each of the apostles. This one is Peter's (I think! My French is TERRIBLE!).





The path opens to a wider road leading to the religious epicenter, which contains several sanctuaries. One is Notre Dame, or the Church of the Blessed Virgin, which houses a black, wooden Madonna said to have been carved by Saint Amandour, who also built that particular sanctuary. Additional sanctuaries were also built, the church of St. Michel, the church of St. Sauveur, and the sanctuary of St. Amandour, all carved into the cliff face.

Louis IX visited here too, along with Blanche of Castille and Roland and Henry II of England. I wonder if that is why Louis was made a Saint...he went to church a lot. No word on whether he had his own private chair fifteen feet above everybody else for Mass though.

Scenes of Rocamandour:

The town below the sanctuary has changed from a village whose economy was supported by religious pilgrims to an economy supported by tourists. It was, therefore, full of shops selling all sorts of items that you'd buy in a moment of "I'm on vacation!" disregard for your finances. We were strong though and resisted...it was hard. Maybe it would have been easier to be tempted if we hadn't had to go up and down a million stairs...or if they were selling bottled water at the bottom. I'm just saying. We drove home through the rain and dark at "unsafe speeds" (ha-ha-ha!) telling silly stories and playing car games (name fruits, cities, states, etc. that start with "A") and arrived back in Angouleme for our last night there before heading north toward Paris. (Yee-ha! We got to move our parents out of ANOTHER house!) Oh, and Heather and Mom bought hats at a stop on the way back...now we ALL had hats (even Dad) except for Aunt Laraine. That woman has serious powers of resisting peer pressure!

Sightseeing, Shopping & Eating in Angouleme

On Monday we set out to see the city where my parents had labored as missionaries for 23 months. Angouleme is a beautiful city AND OLD! I don't know when it was built, but there are references for the city as early as 507 AD for crying out loud. Let's see...what was happening in 507 AD? King Arthur was alive and kicking Saxon fanny all over Britain...the Roman Empire was in serious decline...and in France, the Frankish King Clovis was fighting Alaric II and his Visigoths. He captured Angouleme from Alaric and killed the Visigoth King at the Battle of Campus Vogladensis. Very exciting stuff. Anyhoo...Angouleme used to have a huge stone wall that surrounded it, but it was torn down and the stone used to build buildings all throughout the city. Needless to say, the buildings look cool. All that remains of the wall are the ramparts. Here is a picture of the city, or at least a small part of it.Here's some more...I've circled an area where you can see the ramparts that run around the old city.

Here's a picture of everyone taking pictures of Angouleme...

Angouleme boasts quite a famous comic book-art college: Ecole Des Metiers Du Cinema D’Animation, and because of the city's connection with the school and it's yearly graphic art awards festival, there are "murs peints" or walls covered with cartoon/street-art style murals throughout the city. Here are a few:These murals make the city a strange fusion of old and new which I'm not too keen on, but which the French seem to love. There is, after all, a huge and ugly glass pryamid at the Louvre and a giant spaceman lying on the steps of Versailles. Go figure. As I am a fan of the classical, I appreciated the unusual lines of the roofs...

the stained glass windows in the churches...


and the architecture of the buildings. This is the cathedral dedicated to the Virgin Mary. Mom, Dad and I are sitting on the ramparts.

The Angouleme City Hall is also extremely old...part of it used to be a chateau where an ancestress of mine lived what I'm sure was a very scandalous life (because I'm so terribly scandalous!).


After a brief rain where we huddled under umbrellas (it rained almost every day we were in France, mostly in the afternoon) we headed into the open air mall for some shopping. We were all pretty hungry so when I spied a pastry shop we headed on over. Actually, I think the delicious aroma lured us in. This was where I made the acquaintance of the ever so lovely "pain au chocolat" - a flaky pastry studded with chocolate chunks. I ordered in French, and after being kindly corrected on my pronunciation, was given a little piece of manna. We all inhaled our treat, so no one got a picture, but this is what they look like...

SO YUMMY!

We shopped until we just about dropped buying hats and funky necklaces and shirts and vests and skirts...it was such fun. In France, I am a size 3...ha! FIRST TIME EVER!!!

Jaime and Sandra pose with their new Écouter.

I got one too!

Finally, we finished off the night by eating dinner at a local kabob place owned by a lovely Arabic man. Now, these are not "kabobs" as in meat and veggies on a stick. These are "kabobs" (pronounced k-bobs) as in meat slowly roasted and piled on yummy bread and eaten with spicy sauce and lettuce...all served with fries. IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!! I need to open a kabob place, I would seriously make a mint.

And we all went home stuffed and happy.

On my next edition: Rocamandour!

Christmas Cookies, Crafts, and Shenanigans

Tis the season for doing a million things a day - it's so fun! I decided to do a simple craft this Christmas which doubles as a treat...it is Santa's Red Underwear which will be stuffed with candy.

Next, I planned a Christmas Tree Party. I made gingerbread men earlier in the day so that we could have cookies and hot chocolate after we got home from picking out the perfect soft, fluffy tree.
We lugged my parents and Heather a long way out of the way to go to a tree lot where all the trees were from Kallispell, Montana (which Chad says is the most beautiful place on earth). We picked out the perfect tree and made our way carefully home on snowy roads. Then we had hot chocolate with whipped cream, shaved chocolate, and candy canes and bit the heads off of our innocent and tasty gingerbread men. It was lots of fun!

Heather and Merritt sip away.Grace, Grandma, and Poppa thaw out with hot chocolate.Grace with this year's tree.

A Lost Tooth And A Black Eye

Merritt's dangling front tooth finally gave up the fight to stay in his mouth during breakfast yesterday. Who knew a waffle could pull out a tooth! I was a little concerned because this tooth became wiggly after smacking into Grant's head, and I was afraid that the new tooth wouldn't be ready to move into place. I was much reassured, however, to see the edges of his permanent tooth visible along the gum line. He won't be a red-neck yokel for too long! (Ha!) I think he looks darling with his new gap-toothed grin.

Speaking of smacking into stuff, Grace had a run-in with a shopping cart. In case you haven't guessed, the cart won.