I know it's been awhile since I entered anything in my blog but I'm not even sure anyone reads it so I guess I'll enter this one for my future generations sake, (what ever that means)

I'm in Texas right now and have been for two weeks. I go home on Tue. I have enjoyed being with my son and his family. He has three boys who are very active. They are all boy and that means their a hand full. The twins are so cute and getting so big. They are two years now and Jack is four. The baby, AJ, short for Alexander James,(he was named after my younger son James)was born last Wed. at 6:30 a.m. He is almost eight pounds and he is so cute. He looks just like his older brother Jack.

Gregory will get his wings in January and me and my husband will fly out to see that. In the meantime Gregory says they might come home for Christmas. I sure hope so.

I went to church in their ward for the fist time last week. I had already been warned that it wasn't a very friendly ward because they had so many military move in and out of the ward that as soon as they new you weren't going to be there long, they didn't pay much attention to you. Anyway, last week their bishop taught the combined meeting for RS and Priesthood. He taught about how we could all show our loves for other more especially at this time of year. After many suggestion I raised my hand. I told them that I could tell that they were very nice people now that I had listened to the things they had to say in Sunday school and the combined meeting. Then I told them that not one person had said hi to me in the entire day. I told them that had I been an investigator I would have left probably thinking that all Mormon's were like that and not returned. I told them that we need to make sure everyone who walks through the doors of any ward feels loved and accepted. I said it a lot nicer and they seem to receive it well because I had a flood of people come and talk to me today. I hope they keep it up. Greg and his family will be gone soon so I guess we'll never know.

I really miss my husband and family. Lily, who is two asks me every time I talk to her if I'm going to come home and take her to Wally world. Grandpa baby sat them last Friday and when Lily got there she looked everywhere for me and was quiet upset when she couldn't find grandma. So grandpa helped her call me and she told me with a very sad voice, "I miss you grandma. I want you to come home." It made me want to cry. What a cutie.
I will be glad to go home but I will miss my son and his family so much. I will be very hard when he is deployed.

Well I have posted a few pictures for my non-existent readers to see. Love you all, Jeana or grandma Pete what ever the case may be!