The Conference Yield.
During Saturdays sessions I started this little doll for my daughters birthday. I did most of it by hand because I couldn't listen to conference and use the noisy sewing machine at the same time. When ever I put the doll down to rethread my needle my daughter would snatch it up and say "E-ya-ya, guy? Nooo, mama guy." (E-ya-ya is how she says her own name.) And then I would have to force her to give it back to me. She wants the doll now, we will see if she will want it once she can really have it on her birthday. It is meant to be played with in the castle I made for my son a while back. I think I'll make another doll and a bed and chair to fit in it.
For Sundays session I couldn't finish the doll because somewhere in my upbringing I learned that sewing on Sundays is strictly forbidden, and if you do, you will have to pick out the stitches with your nose. I don't know if I truly believe this, it might be one of those things I would group with the idea that womens ankles should never be seen. In some cases I'm sure the rule still sticks, but for the kind of mild sewing I do, I'm not so sure. Still I won't dare pick up a needle on a Sunday because I'd be wracked with guilt. So instead I doodled and sketched, I just have to have something to do with my hands or my listening ability is greatly diminished.
All in all the message that stuck with me the most from the whole thing was that I should be a better mother to my children. They will be with me for such a short period of time in their lives and I am creating the foundation that they will live by, so I should set them, and my duties as wife, above all else.