Making My Day

Dear Austin,

I look at this picture and wonder how I ever got so lucky?! This picture makes my day. Hopefully it will make other people's days a little bit brighter. Always remember that a smile goes a long way to cheering yourself and others!

I love you, sweets!
Mums

Change

Dear Boys,

I've thought long and hard about what I want the purpose of this blog to be; who it is for. It didn't take me long to figure out that it is all about you boys.  I've thought about the challenges that you will face in this world.  I've thought about the adventures that you come upon.  I've thought about the wonderful little people that you are.  It all comes back to you and thoughts that I wanted to share with you.  So, in keeping with that we will be revamping this blog a little.  I have so many things that I want to share with you and I hope that one day some wisdom will be found in those thoughts.

All my love my dearest ones,
Mom

BA-NAN-A!!!

Ethan decided it would be appropriate to give a kamikaze yell during sacrament meeting. What did he yell, you might ask? As loud as he could and quite decidedly he yelled out, "BA-NAN-A!!!!"

I don't know why and frankly I don't ask.

Long Overdue

Meet Austin, the newest member of our fam.
This post is long overdue, being that he has been a member of our family for nearly 2 months. I hesitate to add too many personal details since our blog is not private, but I would love to share a few of my favorite pics of this little guy.

This is Mr. Austin on his first hot dog roasting adventure up the canyon. What a trooper.

I think the look on Ethan's face here is priceless.


Love me some boys.


My precious little guy.

Here are some of my favorite quotes from the day Austin was born.

Brian Hobbs, during my labor: "This is taking forever!"

Dr. Fowers, after the baby was born: "You'll want to quit thinking man to man and start thinking zone defense."

Unnamed relative, whose name has been withheld because of the hilarity of the comment: "Did Austin get his vasectomy?"

Dr. Clarke, when informing us of the all the pros and cons of the circumcision: "I want you to know that most of my patients after having this procedure performed don't walk for up to a year afterward."


I just love this little guy! Welcome to the family, Austin! We're so glad you're here!

Now that this is funny . . .

I had an experience on Sunday that both totally offended and tickled my funny bone. I'm sure some will think that I misinterpreted the situation, but I still can't help but find it humorous . . . now.

We walked into church yesterday and sat down in one of the middle pews like we usually do. We sat in between two families. The one behind us is our neighbors, the Andersons. Love this family. They have 6 kids, 5 girls and 1 boy, ages 13 and under. Mom is the primary president, dad is a crack up. Just the sweetest family. The family in front of us will remain nameless, but they have 5 kids. After we had been sitting there for roughly 3 minutes the wife said something to the husband and they got up and marched their family forward 4 rows. Seriously? Apparently our children just are that rowdy. All 2 of them. A part of me wanted to follow them and sit behind them again just to see what they would do. After giving myself a few minutes to be offended I began to see the hilarity of that situation.

Visible Cringing and other faux pas

Nothing makes a person's true feelings be known like a visible cringe.

Example: "Hey everyone, we are expecting another baby . . . and guess what, it's a boy!" Followed by the noticeable visible cringe.

I'm not sure what the appropriate response is. Ideas?

My other favorite thing that we have been getting a lot of (outside of cringing and audible moans) is the comment from well-meaning people which usually happens at least twice a week. It goes a little something like this:

"Don't worry dear, one day they will be all grown up and you will miss these days when you had to wrestle them into submission at church."

Or . . .

"Boys are much easier to raise than girls. Just wait until they are teenagers and the worst that you have to deal with is keeping the fridge full while the rest of us are dealing with overactive hormones." (Apparently teenage boys do not have overactive hormones. Good to know.)

All sarcasm aside, guess what! We are having another baby, and it's a boy! We really are quite excited. Everyone kept asking us if we were wanting a girl this time around, and honestly the answer was no. We love our boys! We love their energy and enthusiasm. We love tractors and sand boxes; baseball caps and baseball bats; superheroes and bad guys.

Happy Wednesday everyone! May your day be full of wiggles and a big case of the rowdies!

Addendum

After worrying excessively over this whole kindergarten experience, Connor showed me that he was all ready.

When my child opened the door to the house 25 minutes before I was going to go get him off the bus I had a little freak out.

Me: Where did you come from?
Connor: From school.
Me: How did you get home?
Connor: I walked home.
Me: You walked home from school?!?! (A titch of hysteria climbing into my voice now. I am now having visions of Connor not actually going to his classroom that morning after I put him on the bus . . . just walking off and coming home. His school is at least a mile and a half away)
Connor: Yep. I got off the bus, crossed the street, walked down the hill, opened the gate, and come in the door. (Connor can be known to give quite the narrative at times.)
Me (a little more relieved): You rode the bus. (I'm still wondering why he is still 25 minutes early. I know that the first day of school the bus will run a little bit longer, but the second day he shouldn't be here 25 minutes sooner!)
Connor: Yep. I need a snack.

The light bulb goes on. The clouds part and a ray of sunshine hits my overly taxed mind.

Friday is an early release day at school. Guess who forgot . . .

Division of Child and Family Services, I promise I am not a bad mom. After said experience I promise I will never forget about early release Friday again. Ever. Promise.

Please tell me that it gets easier . . .

I've had a lot of thoughts rolling through my head as we have been preparing for kindergarten.

Will my child be able to find his classroom once he gets off the bus?
What if he gets off the wrong bus stop on his way home from school?
Will he be bullied while on the bus?
What if he is just wandering around the halls as school? Will anyone help him find his class?
Will he come in from recess when his teacher blows his whistle?
Does he have recess at the same time as older kids? How closely do they monitor for bullying?
Will he make friends?
Will he be able to sit still all day?
Can he follow directions?
What if he gets belligerent? Sometimes he has those days . . .
Sometimes he doesn't warm up to people very fast, will he like his teacher?
Will his teacher be able to understand what he is saying? Sometimes he is hard to understand.
Will kids make fun of him for being hard to understand?

These thoughts plague me.

Best Mother's Day Gift . . . EVER!!!!!

I know all you mother's out there think that your kids give you the best gifts, but I think Ethan has provided the best gift of all. Seriously. No Contest. None whatsoever. No, it wasn't a cute little fingerprint sample with a poem, or some incredibly original craft. No watercolor or sleeping in his bed all night (although I would probably think that was the best thing ever . . . hmmm, a thought to savor for a later time . . . ) He gave me the best present ever, coughing the little lego coin out of his nose. And yes, you read that right. Let me preface.

Ethan loves sticking things up his nose. Generally they are things that cannot get stuck up there. Example: The toy drill that he and Connor have that actually revolves around. For some reason, it is fantastically fun for him to stick the end up his nose and give it a little whirl. Maybe he's finally figured out personal grooming, I don't know . . . but I digress.

Last night as we were watching a movie together as a family, Ethan was tinkering around, like any normal 2-year-old. Brian and I were both watching him putter when we noticed him open up the little treasure chest that Connor has for his lego men. He then proceeded to stick a little coin up his nose. This caused both Brian and I to jump up off the couch and run over there, frantically trying to get said object out of his nose. Of course, to no avail. I tried suctioning the little coin out with our nasal aspirator, but with no success. I had Brian load the boys into the car (Connor grabbed his doctor kit, he was pretty excited to take Ethan to the doctor) and we called Instacare. The sad little recorded message informed us that they had closed 15 minutes earlier. Of course they had.

Brian unloaded the boys while I started googling the scenario we were in. Of course, this didn't help me any. I sat there praying about what I should do. I really didn't want to have to take the little stinker to the emergency room. I suddenly remembered the retired ENT doctor we had in our ward. I called him up and asked this sweet man his opinion about what I should do. He had a hard time not laughing. He reassured me about all the things that he had pulled out of little boy's noses and just told me to make an appointment with an Ears Nose Throat doctor on Monday. He told me 1 of 3 scenarios would probably happen. 1- Said gold coin would work its way out on its own before then. 2- Mucus would start to coat around the little coin, in which case the doctor would inject an anesthetic with a little bit of a decongestant and use forceps to pry the item out. Or 3- the coin would work its way up and finally come out the back of the throat, in which case Ethan would probably swallow it and we would never know. Lovely. At least he had reassured me that taking him to the Emergency Room was not necessary.

Well you can imagine that we watched him like a hawk that evening and the next morning. Just making sure that his nasal passage wasn't completely blocked and that he could still breath. You could tell by the way he was breathing that something was up there, like he was congested. I figured the mucus was starting to wrap its slimy little arms around that little coin. We stuck him in the shower that morning for his customary cleaning before church. He loves to gurgle and swallow the water, but ends up coughing most of the time. Whilst gurgling, coughing, and laughing, the little gold coin shot out of his nose.

HALLELUJAH!!!!!!!!!!!

I know what you are all wanting to ask, so I'll just tell you. You had better believe that I kept that coin! I taped that sucker to a card and labeled it "Best Mother's Day Present EVER!!!" I will treasure it always.

Little gold coin in the Lego Playset . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $12.47
Cost of monthly Internet for use of google . . . . . . . . . . .$32.12
Estimated cost of Emergency Room visit . . . . . . . . . . . .$374.83
Having your child give you the best mother's day gift you have ever received, thereby helping you save the estimated cost of the emergency room 22 days before you change insurance policies, so you are not having to needlessly fill your deductible . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Priceless.

Wanted . . . One working Computer

Our computer seems to be having a midlife crisis. It no longer wants to read anything. It will no longer read CDs or anything put in through the USB port. Stupid thing. I probably shouldn't insult it too much though, or it might find more room to revolt.

Our family has been super busy and I'm sorry it has taken me so long to update. With the annoying lapse of my computer, I'm not able to download any pictures, so we will all have to patiently wait until we decide to invest the money into this dumb thing.

Connor is busy with school. He has just turned 5. He is as active as ever. He loves the nice weather, and loves to be outside. (Does anyone else wonder how they survived the winter? I find I ask myself that question whenever we have a rainy day, like today.) He's busy with school and is making leaps and bounds. I had an IEP meeting with his teachers a week ago and it went very well. They've got some good goals mapped out for him. We've set some good goals for him here at home too. Connor responds like a champ to all of this. He has to work a little bit harder than most kids his age, but he's a pro. We've started assigning him some simple chores around the house, and he is always happy to help out. He loves showing Ethan new things and has been a big help in potty training Ethan. Connor has this amazing imagination. He and I have started writing stories together. I love watching his mind work. His stories are classic Connor. They involve a myriad of animals and always have a fight scene.

Ethan turned 2 at the end of February. When Brian and I were expecting Connor people used to tease us that we should name him Calvin. (Calvin N. Hobbs . . . Come on, you've all thought it.) While Connor is extremely active, he doesn't have the mischievousness that a true Calvin would need. Enter Ethan. He is such a sweetheart, but this kid could drive a mother nuts. He is into everything. He never stops. He never lacks for a new adventure. He knows how to push all the right buttons. But I sure love him. He loves to snuggle and give hugs and kisses. He talks incessantly. He is always following his brother around and hates to be without him. He finds simple joy in everything. I love this little crazy. We've recently started potty training Ethan. He's responding pretty well to the whole thing. It's been very different from potty training Connor. What worked amazingly well for Connor, did not work at all for Ethan, a complete bomb. He loves his Mater and Lightning McQueen underwear though, and loves to get a prize from the potty jar. He's a trooper.

I am incredibly happy to report that after about 18 months of unemployment, spotty work, and sporadic pay checks, Brian has a new job. He's been applying for different jobs all over the place. Nothing has panned out. It was getting completely depressing. When he first lost his job we felt like it was an opportunity for something better to come along. It took its time getting here, but now that he has this awesome new job, I would do it all over again. He works for a company called Air-O Fastener. They supply nails, nail guns, etc. to contractors and building companies all over the valley. Brian got a call out of the blue asking him if he would like this job. I kid you not, just like that. All we can say is that it was completely heaven sent. There is no other way to describe it. We know that the Lord was watching out for us. He gets paid a salary, has benefits, paid days off, holidays, and has a regular pay check. What a blessing. I don't know if I could adequately express our happiness over this. Brian just got a new calling teaching the 14-year-old Sunday School class. It will be a good calling for him.

I'm staying busy chasing the boys. They are amazing. Who knew there would be so much gratification in raising kids? I'm still teaching piano lessons a couple days a week. I love it. It is so fulfilling. My piano kids are all pretty diligent about their lessons. Mostly little joys to teach. I'm still working with the Young Women. They are a riot. In spite of piano lessons and young women, I find myself busy with vocabulary words, chauffeuring Connor back and forth to school, potty training, cooking, cleaning, laundry, an occasional Zumba class, gardening, and playing with the boys. This is the life.

Simple Equation

2 sets of boxing gloves + 2 little boys =
2 hours of fun
18 giggles
1 set of bite marks
416 times of mom asking them not to kill each other
And at the end of the day, 3 happily exhausted people . . .

Oh How I Love Them

How could Christmas not be wonderful with these two? Hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!

Four-letter words and potty training

Funnily enough the two items in this post are not related, although it seems like they should be . . .

The other day Brian dropped Ethan's high chair tray on his foot. He immediately let out a 4-letter expletive, which sounded something like "darn it". Upon hearing his father, Ethan started repeating the offending 4-letter phrase, over and over and over . . . I think having this little parrot in our family might help Brian make some better word choices.

Ethan took me into the bathroom the other day and informed me that he wanted to use the potty. So I opened up the little potty for him and took off his diaper. I got him all positioned on it and sure enough, he used it! This has happened a few times. I want to say it is just a fluke. Maybe I should be pursuing this much more aggressively though. Being out of diapers before he is 2 is a big plus . . .

12 Days of Christmas

Some cute family picked us for the 12 Days of Christmas. The boys were so excited! I don't know who you are, but you have made our holidays so much brighter! What a great reminder about what this season is all about; the love of Jesus Christ and the joy in giving. Thanks to whoever you are! The boys love the cozy new blanket! (Or as Ethan calls it, his "night-night")

The hunt for the perfect Christmas tree

One of my very FAVORITE traditions! Every year we go up into the mountains with Brian's fam and pick out our perfect Christmas tree. This year it was absolutely GORGEOUS up in the mountains! A perfect day! The boys enjoyed tromping around in the snow. It's days like this that make my memories perfect!

Cute kids all bundled up! Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em!


I love cute little Kyla peeking out from her little pooch! Jacey has the cutest little smile! My nieces are adorable!

Reesa's Surprise

Since I'm talking about surprises, I'm going to start this blog out by dissipating my brother-in-law, Jason's, favorite rumor . . . NO! I am not pregnant! With that said . . .

A month ago I was on a routine trip to the grocery store. Brian had the afternoon off so I was able to peaceably enjoy my trip. I picked up a carton of eggnog as a surprise for Brian. He loves the stuff and he needs the calories. It's like a win-win situation. When I got home this is the conversation that played out:
Me: You are going to LOVE me!
Brian: No, you are going to love me!
Me: I bought eggnog!
Brian: Go to the computer.
(Me walking over to the computer. At the computer desk there was a set of confirmation numbers and the Jazz webpage pulled up.) He bought us Jazz tickets! I was stoked! I've wanted to go to a Jazz game for a year! It gets better.
Me (incredulous excitement): You bought Jazz tickets?!
Brian: It gets better . . . (a few clicks of the computer mouse and I am reading the web page that talks about Kyle Korver's annual coat drive at the game that my husband had just bought tickets for.)
Brian: You better go buy a coat!

If you donate a coat to the coat drive you get to meet Kyle Korver. THIS WAS HUGE!!!!!!

I love Kyle Korver. I won't lie. LOOOOOOOOOOVE him! My husband, because he loves me, supports my crazy fan obsession. (Seriously, think crazy stalker and you have Reesa . . . )

Our tickets were in the nosebleed section, but it was so fun! Best surprise ever! I got to meet Kyle Korver and get his autograph. I could have had him sign my Korver jersey, but then I would never be able to wash/wear it again. Instead I got the autographed picture and have now put him in his proper place, amongst the family pics. Sigh. Love Kyle. Love Brian. Best surprise ever.

Brian and I at the game.

If you look REALLY closely, you can see Kyle on the second row, 4th guy in. He's wearing black which wasn't the best choice for me to get a crazy stalker picture of him without my supersonic telephoto lens.

These are our seats in proportion to the court. I can't say that it mattered much. Still loads of fun!


This is a pic of Boller and Booner. I really missed hearing their running commentary during the game. "It's buckle up time!"


We bought these inflatable Jazz bears at the game for the boys. They were a buck and the boys love them!

The Loves of my Life

A couple of months ago I found myself blog hopping and reading about all the amazing things that others are doing. This isn't a bad thing. I like reading what's going on with everyone else. However, I found myself belittling the job that I have as a mom. I would go to bed frustrated that I wasn't doing these amazing things: seeing spectacular sites, traveling the world, doing vast amounts of humanitarian work. Then one day it hit me how spectacular my job really is. Don't get me wrong. I love being a mom. It's all I have ever wanted to do! But for some reason I felt as though society was telling me that it wasn't enough. Well today I formally say to society, I don't care!!! I love my boys!!! I love being at home with them and that is enough for me! One day I hope to be able to do those amazing things that people are doing, but as for this season in my life, I am thoroughly enjoying my boys!

Ethan:

How I love this little guy! I never knew that so much energy and personality could be packed into such a small little guy! Ethan is definitely his father's child. There are so many things about Ethan that remind me about his father from his little double cowlick down to his fidgety feet when he is tired. Ethan is 100% pure boy. He loves to rough house and tumble with his big brother. He loves anything with wheels including, but not limited to, cars, motorcycles, trucks, tractors, trains, big rigs, etc. We sometimes joke that Ethan has tractor Tourettes. He will be talking and out of no where he will say tractor or combine! This kid busts me up!

You never know what will come out of his mouth. Ethan never lacks for something to say. He is a little motor mouth. I firmly believe that Ethan came to earth with a strong understanding of the English language. I kid you not. This kid understands what you are saying. He can usually talk back with you about your topic of conversation too, whatever it might be. It amazes me how easily learning comes to Ethan. Once he has learned a concept it is locked tightly in his brain, stored away waiting for further use.

Ethan loves his older brother. These two boys love playing together. Whenever Connor is gone to school Ethan will always ask where he is. He wants to be doing whatever it is that Connor is doing. He looks up to his older brother so much.

Connor:

How I would love to spend a day in this kid's brain! Connor thinks about things in a different way than I would. He completely fascinates me. Connor has always been a high-energy kid. He loves to run and play really hard. He loves roughhousing and wrestling. He has now learned that there is a right time and place for doing these things. Example: running away from mom in the grocery store and having to have her chase you down while your brother sits in the cart at the service desk cheering you on for your brilliant escape is a big no-no and will result in a time out when you get home from said store. Running around in the back yard is a mom-approved activity. We love Connor's energy. It is just part of what makes him Connor.

Connor goes to school every day. He gets to attend speech classes and an integrated preschool class. On the days that he has preschool he gets to ride the bus. He generally likes riding the bus, but sometimes it is a little loud for him. (Connor is really sensitive to loud noises.) He loves his speech teacher, Miss Chris, and looks forward to the days that he has speech. With these classes his vocabulary has improved immensely! He has corrected me a few times in things that I say and it always catches me off guard. Example:
Me: Connor, do you want some water? (pronounced wah-dur like a true Utahn)
Connor: No mama. It's wah-tur! You say it!
Me: Wah-tur!
Connor: Good job!
I'm glad that these classes are of benefit to all!

Connor loves to read. He chooses really interesting books too. He loves going to the library, and if he could I think he would go every day (a child after my own heart!) Connor loves all sorts of books from silly books about a sister who eats everything except peas, to nonfiction books about animals. I love how well read he is at 4! I'm always learning something. For example, do you know what a monotreme is? It is a mammal that lays eggs. Two such examples are the duck-billed platypus and the echidna. I'm so glad this kid has a wide genre and we are not just reading Hop on Pop over and over again (although that is a classic.)

Connor is a great big brother. He looks after Ethan like a little duckling. He includes Ethan in his activities. I'm not saying these two are perfect all the time to each other, because we all know that's not true. They are really exceptional boys though (at least in their mother's eyes.)

I love my boys! I am so grateful I get to be their mom! I am so grateful for this season in my life!

The Gift of Time . . .

This is what I want this Christmas season . . . the gift of time. So little time, so much going on. I wish it was a lack of things to post about that keeps me from being a good little blogger. Sadly, it is not the lack of entertaining things spewing from Connor & Ethan's mouths, but rather the lack of time that these two leave me in a day. One day this blog will be updated . . . hopefully one day soon . . .

7 Years Ago Today . . .

Seven years ago today my husband and I first layed eyes on each other. Some of you have heard the story, but probably not the TRUE story of how we met. (I don't tell it very often because it makes me feel like a man-hunter and a woman on the prowl . . . ) So today, for all of posterity and for the general entertainment of others, here it is.

Growing up I loved the theater. It's where I finally felt like I knew who I was . . . which is ironic because in the theater you are always pretending to be someone else . . . go figure. My friend Nancy had an uncle (Uncle Marc) who was heavily involved in community theater in Preston. Nancy was the one who got me involved in the community theater in Preston and I will forever be grateful to her for that. I have so many awesome memories of doing plays, melodramas, and shoot outs up there.

After being involved in countless performances up there I had become quite familiar with most of the directors and theater board members. I had been called a few times (generally about 24 hours before) to perform in a last minute shoot out (a little performance that the theater guild did in the street in front of the theater). Every year the script was a little bit different, a little bit better, and a little bit more fun. The summer of 2002 was no different. I'd gotten a call again about doing this performance, this time with a week's notice. They'd written a silly little shoot out throwing in a bunch of wild west characters from different plays. They wanted me to play the part of Calamity Jane (rough and tough cowgirl who ends up getting all gussied up at the end). Super fun performance. I even got a cap gun to shoot off . . . hee hee! Anyway, they had also recruited this guy named Casey to do the shoot out. Casey was a new comer to the theater. We had done Bye Bye Birdie together earlier that spring and came to be pretty good friends.

One night before one of these performances, Casey came and found me and asked what I was doing after our show. I told him I was just planning on watching the parade from the theater balcony and then going home. He told me that he and a buddy were planning on going to the rodeo after the parade and asked me if I wanted to go with them. Sure, I thought. I'm always up for hanging out with a couple of cute guys. (I have been possessed of serious boy craziness my whole life . . . good thing I had little boys!) Casey had told me that his friend, Brian, was supposed to get a date, but hadn't, and so we would just all be going as a group of friends. (I have to clarify this so you all don't think I am a total troll. I was not on the manhunt while on a date with another guy. Give me some scrupples . . . )

Right before the performance I saw Casey talking to this dark-haired, good looking, hunky guy. Later on during our performance I would look out into the crowd and see this same guy watching me. I was entranced. After the performance I met up with Casey who then introduced me to his friend Brian. Throughout the evening I made sure to place myself in the middle of these two good-looking guys. We watched the parade on the balcony of the theater together, walked around the fairway together, and watched the rodeo together. This was my first rodeo. I had never been to one before. The whole time Brian and Casey were explaining everything to me about the rodeo and all the events. Amidst the explaining of the rodeo I was getting to know these two guys better, having a marvelous time. This next part proves what a total cheese I was, but I remember being at the rodeo, sitting between these two handsome hunks and thinking to myself I wonder what would happen if I kind of shiver. So, like the true romantic moron that I am I gave a visible shiver. Brian turned to me and said, gee, I wish I had a jacket that I could loan you. It is kind of cold out.

And then I was sunk.

Here was the man of my dreams, interesting, a return missionary, respectful, loyal, friendly, and ready to do his good turn daily like a good boy scout. Not to mention I thought he was a complete hunk!!! (What am I talking about, I still think he is!)

The next evening I found Casey before our performance. I was on a mission. I told him what a good time I had last night and started casually asking about Brian, my handsome hunk from the night before. Casey, being the quick study that he is, asked if I wanted him to give Brian my phone number. Mission accomplished.

The next night I got a phone call. And who was it you ask? My handsome hunk from the night before . . . Brian. I think he should earn extra points for calling me so quickly.

And here we are now . . . 7 years later. I'm so grateful my husband didn't run screaming for the hills after having met me. He is wonderful. He is the about as close to perfect for me as I think you could come. He listens to my rants. He scratches my back every night. He supports me in all my crazy endeavors. He encourages me to do the things that make me happy. He works so hard for our family and hasn't yet given up. He loves our boys with all his heart. He doesn't let me sulk when I'm upset and he gives me time to think things through when I need it.

So here it is, my gushy love post to my husband. Happy 7 years, Hon! Hopefully the next 700 are as wonderful!

Connor's Talk

Connor gave his first talk in Primary today. He marched right up to the podium like a pro. It went a little something like this.

Me (holding a picture of Jesus): Connor, say this is Jesus.
Connor: Jesus.
Me: Jesus helps strengthen our family.
Connor: Family.
Me: He's an important member of our family.
Connor: Family.
Me: Jesus wants our families to be strong.
Connor: Jesus.
Me: When we have family home evening he promises to strengthen our families.
Connor: Family evening.
Me: I know that when we have family home evening, Jesus blesses our family.
Connor: Jesus.

So as you can see, he at least hit all the important topics. Jesus, Family, and Family Home Evening. I'm sure if nothing else, someone could piece together precisely what he said . . . right???