The Greenest Grass

One year I looked out and saw that we did indeed have the greenest grass. It was early in the season, and didn't last long, but for a small time it was, in fact the greenest grass. Could we possibly look at our own lives and think the same thing?

I have always been quite optimistic, positive, and happy. I have been blessed far beyond my ability to fully appreciate. I have been asking myself many questions as I remember the grass from a few years ago. What things in my life would change if I lived by my sister? (I have spent too much time contemplating it.) Would we be able to make enough money to live in such an area? Would some of my relationships change? Would I not live close enough to her to be everything I have hoped for? Would I leave the comfort of my home, friends, church family, and beautiful community to see that it wasn't what I thought it would be?

Perhaps for now, I need to realize how blessed I am. Ed has a good job with good benefits. The kids are all doing well. I have my go to people and am quite happy. I get to go visit my family every year. Maybe my grass is the greenest still.

Internal Conflict

If you are expecting something sarcastic, funny, or about my precious babies, you might want to skip this post. It is on a slightly more serious note.

I hope I don't get in trouble for writing this. For years, I have wanted to live in a warmer climate. I was diagnosed with Fibromayalgia three years ago, and I just feel better when it is warm. It would be nice to feel better more often so when people ask me how I feel, I don't have to fake a smile and say that I am feeling fine, when really all I want to do is find some strong meds and lay down.

Ed seems slightly open to the idea of living somewhere warm. I have to admit that the thought of being able to raise my babies alongside my sister is very appealing. I miss her so much.

So, where does the internal conflict come into play? I love this Valley. I love the people here. I love the school my kids go to. I love the teachers and staff at that school. I love the small town feel. I love watching the seasons change. I love taking my kids to Bear Lake in the summer. We have an amazing yard! I love it....BUT, I love my mom and dad. I love my sister and her family. I love my brothers and their familys. I miss my nieces and nephews so much. I cried half of the way home when I had to leave my sister's house after Ryder was born. I feel like I am missing my nieces and nephews (on my side) grow up. I love that in Ca everything you need is so close. There are so many things to do there.

If any of you think about it, I would love your prayers. I need to find a greater sense of peace. Whether we are to stay or go.

The Vinegar Wall

When our children lie to us or say something meam, they are told to go stand on the vinegar wall. It doesn't hurt them, but they HATE it!! Mallory has never had to have it, she is just too little, but here she is dishing it out to her naughty babies!

Mallory's Birthday

Our precious, Mallory came to our family after much praying by big sister, Bree for a little sister. When came home from the hospital, she weighed 4 lbs 12 oz. She was our tiny miracle.

Mallory loves jewels of all sorts. She loves twirly dresses, makeup, and pretty much anything girly. She has been a joy to our family. Our family world has all but revolved around her since she joined our family two years ago. Her favorite songs are:Rudolph the RedNose Reindeer, and The Wheels on the Bus. I have caught her singing Silent Night. What a sweet sound. She is so much fun, and has a smile that would melt the heart of the Grinch. We love her so much!!!!

Donny's Lego Birthday Party

Fished what I wanted!!!!

Donny got a littled help blowing out the candles.

The boys had a ton of fun. Seriously though, 10 nine-year-old boys, in one house? NOT a genius idea. I think they all had a good time. And by the sheer grace of God, my house is still in one piece.

David and Christ and Lazarus

I read the story of Lazarus to my kids the other night. I guess I haven't read it since David (my brother) died. I could barely get through it.

I thought of how Jesus wept with Lazarus' sisters, Mary and Martha before he brought him back from the dead.

I pictured him cradling me as I learned of my younger brother's untimely passing. How he must have wept with me also.

I am so thankful for a loving Heavenly Father who sent His son to redeem the dead. To mourn with those who mourn. I am thankful to my Savior who made it possible to get through such a black period of time.

And how wonderful a blessing my baby, David was. He came at a time when our family needed fresh hope.

I feel as though I need to close this in the name of my Savior, Jesus Christ, Amen.

I love to see the temple

David's rendition of I Love To See The Temple

I love to see the temple, I'm going there someday.

To feel the Holy Spirit, to listen and to pray.

For the temple is a house of God a place of damnin beauty.

I'll repair myself while I am young, this is my secret duty.

For those of you who don't know this song. It really goes like this:

I love to see the temple, I'm going there someday.

To feel the Holy Spirit, to listen and to ptay.

For the temple is a house of God, a place of love and beauty.

I'll prepare myself while I am young, this is my sacred duty.

Happy Birthday, Bree!

With so many blessings in this life, being the mom of Bree has been one of my favorites. She is such an amazing and talented little girl. She joined our family on June 16, 2004. We knew she came to the right parents because she came out screaming like a pterodactyl! She is a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. We love you so much, Bree!

Rocks for Sale

Bree, my little entrepreneur, decided she wanted money to add to the "Legoland jar", (and I told her she had to get her rock collection out of my kitchen). She set out to sell her prized possessions. She advertised with a sign which read; Rocks 50 cents. She then stood outside for 30 minutes holding her sign. No takers. She came back in the house, turned her sign over, and wrote,"Beautiful Rocks 50 cents". 30 more minutes, still no customers.

We went for a walk and she brought her rocks and sign with her. We only saw one person. When we got home, she walked up to Daddy, defeated, and with tears in her eyes told him her woes. "Nobody bought my rocks, Daddy." Well, wouldn't you know it, Daddy bought one of those 50 cent rocks, pilfered from his own yard. He really is the best Daddy ever.

Lullabies

Every night the kids sing to Miss Mals right before bed. David is always pretty creative, but tonight I found super funny.

David:♪♫Lullaby and good night go to sleep my sweet baby. Legoland, Legoland, Legoland, I want to go on a (not a typo) sumbarine. Sumbarine, sumbarine when you wake me up crying I can't sleep I don't like it. Pirate, pirate, pirate. Captain Hook went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning.♪♫

Bree decided to tell Mals a story tonight instead of sing a song.

Bree:Once upon a time, the end.

Then Donny sang Angels We Have Heard on High.


Ahhhhh, I love my life!!!










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