Future Lyricist?

Many of you know that the Truax Trio has composed and recorded a few amazing songs. Micah has decided that he doesn't like being left out of the song writing arena, so he has composed a song of his own. You can check out the lyrics yourself (no recording as of yet) and let him know what you think about his future career. (In order to see the picture more clearly, you may need to click on it. However, I've typed the lyrics below... and without spelling errors... so you can easily check it out.)

On a high hill

Little men sat and sat
And waited calmly.
But one day a lion came
And ate them.
But Jesus came
And saved them.
And then wonderful
Things happened.

-Micah James Truax
August 29, 2009

Sacrament Meeting Scare

Yesterday Tori was the youth speaker in our ward. She had worked on her talk all by herself and James and I were looking forward to hearing her speak. For those of you that have never heard Tori speak, she is a great speaker. She is engaging and dynamic.

After the sacrament, the bishopric member announced that Tori would be speaking next. She stood up to speak and began sharing her thoughts on "Integrity". After about the first paragraph I started thinking, "What is going on? She is stumbling over her words. That's not like Tori." Then I realized that it was probably something with her vision. Perhaps her contacts were bugging her, the font was too small, the lighting was bad...

She continued on and I watched her and wished that I could help her not stumble so much. It was so unlike her. Then she started saying the same 2-3 words over and over again. She just couldn't seem to get the words out. I wondered if she was feeling emotional. When suddenly she fainted and fell to the floor.

Instantly James and I jumped up and ran to the stand to check on her. By the time we got to the stand she was just starting to come to. A Doctor from the ward came up and checked her pulse and made sure she was all right. He asked me if she had been fasting. I said, "No". After she rested a bit on the floor, we were able to help her back to her seat where James sat next to her for the rest of the meeting. I went and sat back down with the our other kids and found out that I had been mistaken (off course this should be no surprise since I had been busy with my own Sunday meetings and responsibilities). Tori hadn't eaten that morning. It suddenly started making sense. The day before she had been sick and had stayed in bed all day, hardly eating anything. Sunday she hadn't been feeling 100% yet, but felt that she was okay to go to church. However, again, she hadn't eaten much if any food that morning (our church is at 1 o'clock). No wonder she had such a reaction.

We decided that this would be the most memorable talk Tori ever gives.

(I wish I had a picture or video of her fainting, but no such luck. You'll just have to imagine it.)

Our Kindergartner

School started on August 10 this year for Isabel and Micah. After a lot of deliberation, we finally consented to allow Micah to attend kindergarten (the first of our children able to experience this). Not knowing how our youngest and only boy would respond to being thrown into a classroom where he wasn't the center of attention anymore, I held my breath waiting for his return home. The first few days were great. He loved his teacher, he loved learning (although he is constantly saying, "Mom, you don't learn things in kindergarten, you just have fun!"), and he seemed to be making friends.

However, by the end of the first week, we got a note home from the school. "Micah is calling people names." Apparently he had called someone a "stupid-head". We sat down and discussed the importance of treating people with respect, signed the note, and sent it back to the school.

The second week of school I sat down with Micah to do homework and opened his folder to find another note from the school. I said, "Micah, what is this." He said, "I don't know. Let me see it." He grabbed the note (see picture below), read it and fell to the floor sobbing. He cried out "I HATE kindergarten! It's the worst place in the whole world. You can't even hug and kiss there!" After calming him down, we were able to talk about when it's appropriate and who it's appropriate to hug and kiss. Then I asked him to sign the note. He said, "FINE!", grabbed the note from me and signed it adding his own little note (see picture below... it says "Micah will never kiss and hug").



It's going to be a fun year.