Temple

In July (2014) when I went to DC for two weeks, Grandma Call (Booma) came and watched Mr. T with my niece Charity.  They (with Ben)  took him to the Columbia River Temple.

We went last weekend to the temple again--just Mamma and Teancum.  Ever since then he has talked about "Temmpo", "Bench" (where we sat to see the Angel Moroni) , and "Mononai".  He looks at my old calendars with temples on it, riffles through the Friend magazine, and points out temples and Moroni whenever he sees them....and asks to go back.  He keeps saying "Ike Tempo" (like temple).

When we were there, he reverently walked around, and then when I had been there too long and had to go to the bathroom, he folded his arms as we walked into the temple and used the restroom.  He tried to whisper inside, and was very quiet.  I was so proud of him.  Maybe we are doing something right as parents!