Yesterday I was making pajama pants for my gilrs. The boys found some left over strips of fleece and asked me to tie them around their heads. They were running around saying "I'm a ninjer" and doing karate chopping moves and sounds. HAHAHA What is a Ninjer? They were just outside playing and Boone came in crying. I heard Braxton say "sit down....squeeze my hand...quit crying!!...are you a ninjer or not?" HAHAHAHAHA!! So Funny!!!

How do you tell a chicken whisperer her chicken is dead?

When I think about all the things this sweet girl does....it makes my heart smile!!!

There are so many stories to tell about my sweet Mikayla, but I will only share a few!!

The spring Mikayla turned 8 I was doing dishes in the when she ran to the back door and yelled "Mom look at all those wishes" I was a little confused till I looked out and my whole back yard was full of dandelion's that had gone to seed. How many of us, like me look at those as such a nuisance? I love that Mikayla see things different!!

Which leads me to my next story, At the beginning of Hwy 33 in Sugar City it used to be an open field till someone decided to start developing the area. We watched a "lone" Antelope there for a few years. She lived some when in the trees and would come out in the open and hang out in the field. One evening when I was driving home from Sugar City, that Antelope was going bizerk!! She was running all around and you could tell that someone was destroying her home. I didn't see her again for about a year. I noticed her one day on my way into Rexburg. She now lives in the field right off the exit of Hwy 20. About 2 months ago.... I pointed to the field and said."Mikayla, look what's over there." She burst out...." It's the Cantaloupe" we all laughed so hard and she was so confused. So now we tease her every time we pass the field. " Look what's that?" She called it a Cantaloupe for a while but now calls her a Antelope.

Last summer we decided to get chickens. All the kids got to pick out their own. Mikayla carried her chicken around all summer like a puppy. That chicken sat on Mikayla's lap in the swing. Every time Mikayla walked outside her chicken would follow her like a puppy. We dubbed her as the " Chicken Wisperer".Last night she went to close the door on the chicken coop, and came inside very concerned that he chicken was not in there.I said it's OK just go to bed maybe she is sleeping in the weeds somewhere. But that was not good enough for her. She grabbed the chore light at 10:00 last night and when searching for her chicken. She looked for about 30 min. and never found her. Mikayla went to bed worried and when I left the house this morning, laying in the front yard was her chicken barely breathing. I picked it up and carried it to the house and told her that she was alive but probably wouldn't make it. Poor girl called me and hour later crying cause her chicken had died. Heavenly Father has blessed Mikayla with such a soft heart and a great concern for everything and everyone around her. Mikayla sees when people need help when no one else sees it. I am so blessed to be Mikayla's Mom!!!