He's melting my heart...
"Mommy, I love you.
You're my favorite Mommy.
You're such a sweet girl."
"I love you, too, sweet Double C...
Goodnight."
You're my favorite Mommy.
You're such a sweet girl."
"I love you, too, sweet Double C...
Goodnight."
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
The Case For Summer
Now that AWANA, Homeschool Music Class, and most of the other special spring events are over for the season, I am starting to feel like I can breathe a little bit.
Breathe.
Breathe.
And, of course, now that I can breathe, now that soccer practices and games were canceled all week (i.e. snow on the fields; rain lakes on the fields), now that school is winding down-ish... and now that the kids are all trundled up in their beds, I can montage away.
The Case for Summer...
Breathe.
Breathe.
And, of course, now that I can breathe, now that soccer practices and games were canceled all week (i.e. snow on the fields; rain lakes on the fields), now that school is winding down-ish... and now that the kids are all trundled up in their beds, I can montage away.
The Case for Summer...
April 9
The boys built a very cool treehouse in our very cool tree that is being bored by insects and is dying before our very eyes.
The boys built a very cool treehouse in our very cool tree that is being bored by insects and is dying before our very eyes.
April 9And what could be more fitting than a very cool day. :)
April 11This is what one warm day will do to a person!
April 11See above caption...
April 12And now he's learned how to open the parsley. But let's not forget to mention the dried mustard, too.
April 14Double C's first, well... gluing. Due to rollerblading into a wheelbarrow handle. And, ummm...that would be speed-skate roller-blading in the garage with his two older brothers...because it's too cold to rollerblade outside.
I'm pretty sure we'll see more gluings and stitchings in the next few years.
April 15Yes, he knows very well that he is not supposed to be out of bed...And no matter how cute it is that he brought his Christmas bear from the Tree Frog, his beloved sea-lion from SLC, and two of his oldest brother's puppy collection, all in one big, bear-hugged trip, he's heading back up...well, after another kiss! We think he's been having trouble sleeping because he's been too cold. Now that we've added 4 more layers of fleece (I'm not kidding), he seems to be sleeping longer and better.
April 24 Have you ever seen Ocean's Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen? You know the part where the guy folds himself up into a little cart... oh, and also a duffle bag...and...?
April 20Little Man and Oquirrh have a special bond. One plays with the food and dumps it out and the other is hugely grateful for the extra morsels. There's a reason that Oquirrh likes to pitch her tent right by Z's high chair.
April 26 Oops...Basketballs break glass.
And, now we know. When it's warmer, we'll play outside, huh?!
April 27 This two year old just can't keep his (very smooth, now) hands off the Mary Kay lotion samples.
April 27I am not sure how many times I have washed these jeans now, but he was wearing them today, and I was still getting a whiff of Warm Amber when he'd pass by.
May 6Did you know that a bouncing basketball will create enough vibrations to knock a vase and a mule deer antler off of a shelf? Not to put too fine a point on it, but as soon as the wind isn't so bitter, maybe bouncing the ball outside would be better.
:)
And the Bold Conclusion...
...Sending the boys outside, ASAP, Sprinter or not.
P.S. I'll watch them from inside the warm house, with a hot cup of coffee in my hands.
:)
P.P.S. (I did feel a beam of sunshine yesterday, by the way, but today it got lost in the heavenly deluge and tornado warning).
P.S. I'll watch them from inside the warm house, with a hot cup of coffee in my hands.
:)
P.P.S. (I did feel a beam of sunshine yesterday, by the way, but today it got lost in the heavenly deluge and tornado warning).
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Blonde Celebrity
As long as I'm going out of order in all of my blog posts, take a look at the cute little something we picked up on the way home from AWANA last week.
May 5All of the boys just fell in love with Arthur, who just happens to be getting a little old and forgetful and sometimes loses his way when he gets out. We found him wandering along the road, obviously very tired and thirsty. I swung around to see if I could check his collar and ...ha, ha... found that when I opened the door, he just jumped right into our car and sat in the empty carseat like that was where he belonged! No hesitation, whatsoever. It was like he was saying, "I've been waiting for you all this time...but I'm sure glad you're here, now." Yeah, we definitely got a kick out of him! :)
Happy ending, of course... The boys had lots of fun taking care of their new-found friend- getting him water and a chew and a ball and making him a bed, while we waited for him to be reunited with his lost person.
What an fun dog. He just came over and sat right on Scott. He sort of reminded us of Wasatch, our gopher-hunting dog. I guess all labs and their mixes must consider themselves lap dogs, no matter how big they get!
What a fun ending to the day... Well, except for Oquirrh. She was just a touch jealous of all the attention Arthur, the celebrity, was garnering! :)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Like a Moth to a Flame...
Have I ever mentioned this child's love of water?
This is what happens when you turn your back for one second (literally) to trim another spot on an older son's hair. 
Who needs words when you're a man of action!That's right. Mr. Water-bug, himself, hopped right over the edge of the tub and then acted like it was no big deal to start playing away fully clothed. The boys thought this was ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS!!! And when they saw and felt the massive size and weight of his waterlogged diaper afterward, they just couldn't laugh hard enough!!!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Awana Awards Night
A.W.A.N.A.
[God's laws] are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb. Psalm 19:10
[God's laws] are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb. Psalm 19:10
What a fun night for the boys! New treasures and rewards for some hard work!
Big Bro' received his very cool T'n'T first book award patch.
Tree Frog got his Sparks 1st and 2nd book award and some gold (chocolate) coins for his Truthscripts verses- Psalm 1, 23 and 72.
Double C got his first book Cubby Bear award to put on his vest and a very fun Cubbies cup and pen!
And, the Little Man gets the much loved award of going to bed pretty easily tonight and staying in bed once he was there! He also gets the big applause for using the words Mama, Dada, and moke (milk) pretty regularly now!..............................................
AWANA is such a wonderful program! If you have a chance to learn more about it, work with it or have your kids attend it... do it! You will be truly blessed. What a great way to hide God's living, active, and sharper than any two-edged sword words in your heart!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
The Best Things You Can Give Children Next To Good Habits Are Good Memories
Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
I just wanted you to know how much I love you! I don't have all of my ducks in a row or chickens in the pot to be able to show you in tangible ways, nor the organizational skills/time to really show you how I've been blessed by you again and again, so the least I can do is tell you. :)
Thankyou for all the time you spent praying and doing and being for us. Of course there is no way for a child to understand how much a parent gives of him/herself every day. And no matter how much a child might try to understand, the limits of experience hold them back. Sounds like a picture of God and his children, huh? Thankful, but not completely understanding the depth of love for his creation.
Now that I am a mother as well, facing the joy, the worries, the excitement, the pride, the anger and frustration, the forgiveness and love, I understand more of what goes into a nurturing character and a nurturing character. And I'm thankful for the example that you've given. None of us could possibly achieve a perfection in this, but, Mom, I love knowing and feeling a deep respect and joy coming from you simply because of my being. What a special feeling that I want my boys to have...to know that they are loved just for who they are, whether there are flaws in their character or places where they don't measure up to a pre-set standard. Whether they make a place in history or make a difference in a couple of people's day to day life.
Mom, you are special and I know that you've made all of our lives special, too. I am grateful for the things you shielded me from, pushed me toward, supported me through, praised me for and taught me with.
Thanks for letting me get grass stains and play in the gutters, climb trees and lose coats and shoes. Thanks for bringing my trumpet when I'd leave it on the city bus. Thanks for having a party when I invited guests (what was I, four?). Thanks for making ruffly doll dresses with matching doll blankets and doll underwear. Thanks for flower door-knobs and library book stacks and wonderful birthday parties. Thanks for taking pictures and letting me use the hot glue gun when I was five. Thanks for the popsicle sticks and the use of your sewing machine to make mattresses, bed spreads, and bunk beds for my little tiny dolls. Thanks for taking me to gymnastics and tap dance and piano lessons and soccer and swimming and pioneer girls and Awana and camps and volleyball and basketball and track and drama practices and choir concerts and bells concerts and band concerts and Ensemble concerts and youthgroup and youth group events. Thanks for typing some of my papers and staying up really late in 1986 to finish a project that I had not understood. Thanks for calling my teacher to straighten out a mix-up I'd had with magazine sales that I was supposed to be in charge of, also, 1986-not a great year! :) Thanks for encouraging me through my college hunt, my Major hunt, and all of my relationship ups and downs.
Thanks, mom for encouraging me to be who I am.
Thank you for taking time for me.
Most of all, thank you for praying for me.
Thank you for allowing me to be an individual... a shoe-losing, key-losing, kid-loving, Jesus-loving, extremely organized in a few things, extremely disorganized in a few others. An individual who sometimes is outgoing and sometimes not, who is sometimes competitive and sometimes could not care less. An individual who loves things clean and organized but just can't keep them that way, due to the fact that I am probably working on about 5 other projects at the same time (Oooh... look at the shiny, sparkly item in the distance...). Yes, thank you for the graciousness of growing an individual and raising an individual and loving that individual through all the weather of these 35 years.
I love you, Mom!
"...for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. And let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Galations 6:7,9
(As a slight disclaimer, I had to take the quote marks and the commas out of the title, even though it bothered me greatly to do so, or it wouldn't publish. It's the little idiosyncracies that make us all special, isn't it! :) )
I just wanted you to know how much I love you! I don't have all of my ducks in a row or chickens in the pot to be able to show you in tangible ways, nor the organizational skills/time to really show you how I've been blessed by you again and again, so the least I can do is tell you. :)
Thankyou for all the time you spent praying and doing and being for us. Of course there is no way for a child to understand how much a parent gives of him/herself every day. And no matter how much a child might try to understand, the limits of experience hold them back. Sounds like a picture of God and his children, huh? Thankful, but not completely understanding the depth of love for his creation.
Now that I am a mother as well, facing the joy, the worries, the excitement, the pride, the anger and frustration, the forgiveness and love, I understand more of what goes into a nurturing character and a nurturing character. And I'm thankful for the example that you've given. None of us could possibly achieve a perfection in this, but, Mom, I love knowing and feeling a deep respect and joy coming from you simply because of my being. What a special feeling that I want my boys to have...to know that they are loved just for who they are, whether there are flaws in their character or places where they don't measure up to a pre-set standard. Whether they make a place in history or make a difference in a couple of people's day to day life.
Mom, you are special and I know that you've made all of our lives special, too. I am grateful for the things you shielded me from, pushed me toward, supported me through, praised me for and taught me with.
Thanks for letting me get grass stains and play in the gutters, climb trees and lose coats and shoes. Thanks for bringing my trumpet when I'd leave it on the city bus. Thanks for having a party when I invited guests (what was I, four?). Thanks for making ruffly doll dresses with matching doll blankets and doll underwear. Thanks for flower door-knobs and library book stacks and wonderful birthday parties. Thanks for taking pictures and letting me use the hot glue gun when I was five. Thanks for the popsicle sticks and the use of your sewing machine to make mattresses, bed spreads, and bunk beds for my little tiny dolls. Thanks for taking me to gymnastics and tap dance and piano lessons and soccer and swimming and pioneer girls and Awana and camps and volleyball and basketball and track and drama practices and choir concerts and bells concerts and band concerts and Ensemble concerts and youthgroup and youth group events. Thanks for typing some of my papers and staying up really late in 1986 to finish a project that I had not understood. Thanks for calling my teacher to straighten out a mix-up I'd had with magazine sales that I was supposed to be in charge of, also, 1986-not a great year! :) Thanks for encouraging me through my college hunt, my Major hunt, and all of my relationship ups and downs.
Thanks, mom for encouraging me to be who I am.
Thank you for taking time for me.
Most of all, thank you for praying for me.
Thank you for allowing me to be an individual... a shoe-losing, key-losing, kid-loving, Jesus-loving, extremely organized in a few things, extremely disorganized in a few others. An individual who sometimes is outgoing and sometimes not, who is sometimes competitive and sometimes could not care less. An individual who loves things clean and organized but just can't keep them that way, due to the fact that I am probably working on about 5 other projects at the same time (Oooh... look at the shiny, sparkly item in the distance...). Yes, thank you for the graciousness of growing an individual and raising an individual and loving that individual through all the weather of these 35 years.
I love you, Mom!
"...for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. And let us not be weary in well-doing, for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.
Galations 6:7,9
(As a slight disclaimer, I had to take the quote marks and the commas out of the title, even though it bothered me greatly to do so, or it wouldn't publish. It's the little idiosyncracies that make us all special, isn't it! :) )
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