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Monday, December 8, 2008

Christian's Halloween Stitches

Grandma and Grandpa Southwick come to visit

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Stories on Courage

So here is the last post for the Young Women I teach so go ahead and skip it if you so desire.   :)

President Thomas S. Monson said, “My precious young sisters, I plead with you to have the courage to refrain from judging and criticizing those around you, as well as the courage to make certain everyone is included and feels loved and valued.”

It takes courage to set aside differences.  It takes courage to assume the best.  It takes courage to believe in yourself.

The last two stories are about one girl who had courage and one who did not.  Notice the difference in outcomes.  What hurts worse, the discomfort of going outside your comport zone or the pain of regret?
"A friend told me of an experience she had many years ago when she was a teenager. In her ward was a young woman named Sandra who had suffered an injury at birth, resulting in her being somewhat mentally handicapped. Sandra longed to be included with the other girls, but she looked handicapped. She acted handicapped. Her clothing was always ill fitting. She sometimes made inappropriate comments. Although Sandra attended their Mutual activities, it was always the responsibility of the teacher to keep her company and to try to make her feel welcome and valued, since the girls did not.
Then something happened: a new girl of the same age moved into the ward. Nancy was a cute, redheaded, self-confident, popular girl who fit in easily. All the girls wanted to be her friend, but Nancy didn’t limit her friendships. In fact, she went out of her way to befriend Sandra and to make certain she always felt included in everything. Nancy seemed to genuinely like Sandra.
Of course the other girls took note and began wondering why they hadn’t ever befriended Sandra. It now seemed not only acceptable but desirable. Eventually they began to realize what Nancy, by her example, was teaching them: that Sandra was a valuable daughter of our Heavenly Father, that she had a contribution to make, and that she deserved to be treated with love and kindness and positive attention.
By the time Nancy and her family moved from the neighborhood a year or so later, Sandra was a permanent part of the group of young women. My friend said that from then on she and the other girls made certain no one was ever left out, regardless of what might make her different. A valuable, eternal lesson had been learned."  (Young Women's Manual 3.)
The last story is of Sister Sherri Dew that I found on the internet.  I can't site the site because I can't find it!  "She wanted to be a college basketball player. Perhaps there was no place, besides a chapel, that she was more comfortable or confident than on a basketball court. There, the girl who longed to be petite and pretty discovered her size was no longer a curse, but a blessing. She was a star player in basketball-crazy Kansas at a tiny high school in Ulysses (population 4,000), averaging 23 points and 17 rebounds a game. She had a hook shot, a post-up move, a jump shot, and a valuable ability to get free for shots under the basket.

"'With all the modesty I can muster, I was good,' she says. 'I haven't seen many girls play basketball at that age who were as good as I was.' But this was in the late '60s and '70s, when there were few opportunities for girls to play college basketball. She chose to attend BYU and planned to try out for the basketball team there.

On the day of tryouts, she reported to the Richards Building, opened the gym door a crack, peeked at the players inside, and felt the confidence drain right out the bottom of her shoes. She couldn't make herself step through the door. She thought she could work up her courage if she paced the hallway outside the gym for a while. She walked back and forth, back and forth for three hours, but she never did enter the gym. When the tryout ended, she walked slowly to her dorm, castigating herself for not having the guts to try out.

"'It's one of my biggest regrets,' she says. 'I've never gotten over it.'

"Okay. Jump ahead years later. BYU athletic director Elaine Michaelis, who coached the basketball team when Dew was a student, invited her to speak to the school's female athletes. Dew told this story for the first time in her life, one she hadn't even confided to her family. Her point was that they, as athletes, were doing something she had wanted to do but lacked the courage to try.

"Afterwards, Michaelis asked Dew if she remembered the name of the basketball coach in 1971, the year she failed to try out. Dew smiled and answered, “You bet. It was you!” Imagine Sister Dew’s feelings when her almost-coach said, “I happen to remember my 1971 team really well. You know why? It’s the only year we ever played without a full roster. We played all season one player short. I tried to find the person to fit that spot, and I couldn't. That year I was looking for a tall center who could post up."

"Sister Dew later said, 'I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach when she told me that. That was supposed to be my place on the team.'

Here’s what she says she learned: And this was Sheri Dew’s lesson, in her words: "The truth is, nobody can take your place. I thought I was good, but I'll never know. My fear and shyness paralyzed me. My whole life I've felt like I didn't quite measure up."

Do you feel like you don’t quite measure up? What kind of negative messages are you giving yourself? The scripts we play in our heads make a difference in how we feel both physically and emotionally.
Do the messages you play in your brain hold you back or spur you forward? Are you constantly finding a negative comment to counter every positive one that occurs to you?  Think about it.   Believing in yourself and your worth is important to your success.   So value your gifts. Embrace them. Talk them up a bit inside your head. (No one will hear you, I promise.) Utilize them. Employ each one with courage and abandon. Mark Twain said, “If you can’t get a compliment any other way, pay yourself one.”

I hope that you will build yourself up so that you will have the courage to follow the Savior and love your neighbor.  We need more courage.  Courage to stand up against the crowd.  Courage to do what is right.  Courage to believe in yourself.  Courage.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

3 Stories About Assuming

1.  When I was in fifth grade, Mr. Greenhall told us a story and it went something like this.  "After World War II there was a man who was injured in battle.  He had a wooden eye and was very self concious about it.  As a matter of fact, he kept to himself and seldom went out for fear of being judged.  One night there was a dance in town.  After much prodding form others, he decided that he would go, but he would not dance.  As he was at the dance, he noticed that a woman that hadn't danced the entire evening.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he watched her throughout the night and she, in a shy way, watched him too.  She spent the evening wishing he would approach her and he spent is wishing he had the guts to approach her.  He noticed that she had a peg leg.  That fact actually endeared her to him.  He knew that she would understand him and wouldn't judge him.  On the last dance, with heart racing, he went over to her.  She smiled at him and he asked her to dance.  She exclaimed, "Would I!  Would I!"  The man was appalled that she would make fun of him like that and exclaimed back, "Forget it, Peg Leg, Peg Leg." :)  I still remember this story from so many years ago.  

2.  The second story was told by President Monson and is actually a true story, unlike the previous.
"Forty-seven years ago this general conference, I was called to the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles. At the time, I had been serving on one of the general priesthood committees of the Church, and so before my name was presented, I sat with my fellow members of that priesthood committee, as was expected of me. My wife, however, had no idea where to go and no one with whom she could sit and, in fact, was unable to find a seat anywhere in the Tabernacle. A dear friend of ours, who was a member of one of the general auxiliary boards and who was sitting in the area designated for the board members, asked Sister Monson to sit with her. This woman knew nothing of my call—which would be announced shortly—but she spotted Sister Monson, recognized her consternation, and graciously offered her a seat. My dear wife was relieved and grateful for this kind gesture. Sitting down, however, she heard loud whispering behind her as one of the board members expressed her annoyance to those around her that one of her fellow board members would have the audacity to invite an “outsider” to sit in this area reserved only for them. There was no excuse for her unkind behavior, regardless of who might have been invited to sit there. However, I can only imagine how that woman felt when she learned that the “intruder” was the wife of the newest Apostle. "

3.  The last is when my mom was around my age, she was having a busy day with work and family and as she drove past the city pool she saw two little boys huddled underneath their towels cold in the summer breeze.  She thought, "Those poor boys!  Where is their mother!  Who could leave their boys out there like that!"  As she got closer, she realized that they were her boys!

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Monday, November 17, 2008

Stories on Judging gospel art
The next three post are for the young women that I teach.  Skip if you want as it will not have any personal stories. :)

“We believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous, and in doing good to all men.”
The word benevolent's roots are Latin, and it means “to wish someone well.”2 
To be benevolent is to be kind, well meaning, and charitable.   
There is Primary song that says, "Kindness begins with me."
 I remember a story I heard years ago.  A man was thinking about moving into a new town and he traveled to the town and asked a man sitting on his porch what the town was like.  The man asked the traveler what the last town he lived in was like.  The traveler said, "It was a town full of rude, inconsiderate people.  Where people only looked out for themselves and didn't think of others."  The man on the porch said, "You'll find this town is a lot like that."  Some time passed and another traveler asked the man on the porch the same question.  The man on the porch inquired about his previous town.  The second man responded that the people in his last town were kind, considerate, friendly and full of service."  The man on the porch said, "You'll find this town is a lot like that."  Kindness begins with me.
When we had only been married a few short years, we were asked to talk in church about marriage.  This was not a welcome task to me.  I didn't want to tell people who had been married so much longer than I had how to make a good marriage so I went to the experts.  That is when I found one of the best marriage articles I have ever read here is the link Changing me, Changing my marriage. Read it if you have time, but essentially he he gives numerous stories of how people changed themselves and as a result, their spouses changed too.  You have more influence than you think!
Another story that points out how we view others is often determined by our perception of them and not necessarily on reality is follows.  A young couple, Lisa and John, moved into a new neighborhood. One morning while they were eating breakfast, Lisa looked out the window and watched her next-door neighbor hanging out her wash.
“That laundry’s not clean!” Lisa exclaimed. “Our neighbor doesn’t know how to get clothes clean!”
John looked on but remained silent.
Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, Lisa would make the same comments.
A few weeks later Lisa was surprised to glance out her window and see a nice, clean wash hanging in her neighbor’s yard. She said to her husband, “Look, John—she’s finally learned how to wash correctly! I wonder how she did it.”
John replied, “Well, dear, I have the answer for you. You’ll be interested to know that I got up early this morning and washed our windows!”
I’d like to share a few thoughts concerning how we view each other. Are we looking through a window which needs cleaning? Are we making judgments when we don’t have all the facts? What do we see when we look at others? What judgments do we make about them? And do we have the courage to act.
(Can't remember where I got this one either.)
Here is a play about the family Bible Story, the Good Samaritan.  
Narrator:  Our Savior taught us about and lived a benevolent life. Jesus loved all and He served all. Centering our lives on Jesus Christ will help us acquire this attribute of benevolence. For us to develop these same Christlike attributes, we must learn about the Savior and “follow in His ways.”4
From the parable of the good Samaritan we learn that we are to love all.
Lawyer:  “What shall I do to inherit eternal life?”
Jesus: “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.”
Lawyer: “Who is my neighbour?”
Narrator: That was a very interesting question for the lawyer to ask, since the Jews had neighbors to the north, the Samaritans, whom they disliked so much that when they traveled from Jerusalem to Galilee, they would take the longer way through the Jordan Valley rather than travel through Samaria.
Jesus answered the lawyer’s question by telling the parable of the good Samaritan. According to the parable:
Jesus: “A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, which stripped him of his raiment, and wounded him, and departed, leaving him half dead. …
“But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was: and when he saw him, he had compassion on him,
“And went to him, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
“And on the morrow when he departed, he took out two pence, and gave them to the host, and said unto him, Take care of him; and whatsoever thou spendest more, when I come again, I will repay thee.”
It must have taken great courage for that man to help the Samaritan.  Now days, people break the norm often, but in those days, that was acceptable.  I'm amazed at what kind of many the "Good Samaritan must have been to set aside the judging of those around him and to be focused on helping a fellow human, despite their differences and the social pressures.
One of my favorite scriptures from the Bible is in Matthew 7:1-5 It says, 
"Judge not, that ye be not judged.  For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.  And why beholdest thou the mote [speck]  that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?  Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye." 

None of us is perfect. I know of no one who would profess to be so. And yet for some reason, despite our own imperfections, we have a tendency to point out those of others. We make judgments concerning their actions or inactions.
When a woman was brought before the Savior and the people told him of her sins, he told them that whoever was without sin should cast the first stone.  No one threw a stone.  

There is really no way we can know the heart, the intentions, or the circumstances of someone who might say or do something we find reason to criticize. Thus the commandment: “Judge not.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Those Girls Are...

Porter came to Sunday School with me. There were a couple of 20 something girls a couple of rows over. They were fancy girls. One was holding a baby and making her smile. Porter was watching with a big smile on his face. I thought he was thinking that what the baby was doing was cute. Then louder than you should talk when it is quiet he said, "Those girls are hot!"

Getting out the winter things.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Gay Marriage - What's the difference to me?

Look at the Data

Studio West had a discussion about gay marriage and the way it will affect society. Fortunately there are already some countries (mostly northern scandanavian countries) that already allow gay marriage. This is not a new thing so we can look at their statistics to get a better picture of things. The countries that have changed the definition of marriage from man and women have found that when you take away this special definition then men and women stop getting married. It becomes obsolete and pointless. There weren't more marriages in those contries when you added gay people to the mix, but just the opposite. There were less marriages.

I think the marriage commitment is significant and important to the stability and security of families. I used to think gay marriage was not my problem and that they should be able to do what they wish, but there are far reaching implications of that. The implications will touch everyone and the video above shows it will even touch your children and the friends of your children.

You can get more concrete statistics if you search for them and the transcript for the show would probably be on Studio West's website.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Mission Reunion

Mission Pres came all the way from Australia.

We went to Glenn's mission reunion during conference weekend. It was fun to see the faces that went with the names that I have heard so much about.

It is a Chef Party!

P and W shared a birthday party. It was small, simple and the easiest party yet.
P is 5 and W is 3.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Something to Think/Talk/Vote About

I don't post many links here (I don't post much at all.), but this is worth spreading. I can't remember how to get it to show as a link so this will have to do. Just copy and paste.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Christian 2nd day in 2nd Grade

I forgot to take a picture on his first day so here he is on almost the first day. We live four houses down from the school. It has been so great and it is fun to see all the kids coming and going after school.

Here he is on the second day of school. He is pointing to the eagle that he put in his backpack.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Scapbooking On-line

There are lots of different companies that have on-line scrapbooking. If you google search then a few will come up.

I use simply because my sister-in-law uses it and likes it and said she priced other places and this was comparable. The things I like about shutterfly is that they have a very good customer service, there is no start-up fee, you can email your albums to others, it is easy, there is no time limit and it is good quality.

Here is a picture of the album we put together for my parents' 40th anniversary. We were all across the country and we easily put our photos together with little notes to them too and had it shipped right to their house.

I really enjoy doing it on the computer because my kids can come down and they don't get into all of my things and scatter them. It is so easy. You can do them fancy, but I don't know how to do it that way and I'm fine getting the pictures in the book with a little journaling. I do a book for each kid and then a family book that has the major family events documented. If you go to then you can look at different examples.

When you go to mention my name and I'll get paid. Just kidding, but as I write this I decided that I should get paid; it sounds like an advertisement.

I'm a doula!

Do not read this if birthing stories gross you out or are not interesting to you.
I’m so excited to tell you about my first experience as a doula, or at least the first six births that I was able to help with.
My first client was Kenny. It was Kenny’s first birth and she was nervous. Luckily she had me to cheer her on. She was visibly bothered by the contractions at 6PM, until then she was able to go about her daily tasks. When the contractions got quite strong, we moved her to her bed. (This was a homebirth.) She tried several different positions. She was mostly quiet, but every now and then she would holler. It was then that I would work my doula magic and say all the things a mother giving birth wants to hear. The dad is not in the picture so it was just Kenny and I there. It was a bonding moment and at one point when she was extra nervous, she gave me a little lick when I scratched under her chin. Around 7PM I could see she was crowning and her bag of waters had not yet broken. After a few yelps and me starting to think something was wrong, out came a beautiful black and white baby kitten and then within the next hour and a half came five other adorable little ones. It was great fun for me and will probably be the only time I will experience a live birth. I’ll take what I can get. I’m a grandma. I’m so proud of Kenny. She was so brave and did so well.

Monday, July 28, 2008

This Summer

This summer Christian played coach pitch baseball during June. It took up many of our evenings during the week. It was fun, but it was also fun to be done. Porter and Warrick made friends with a family that has kids about the same ages as mine so that kept them happy during the games.

Christian also participated in a summer program called Invention Convention. This was held everyday for two weeks. He loved the challenge and learned a lot. It is basically summer school for kids who like to learn. They did a lot of hands-on work and experiments. (Oh, how I wish all school could be so engaging.) He really liked that.

I put Porter in a summer preschool program that was supposed to last 4 weeks, but after week one he was done and it wasn't worth the fight so we stopped doing that. We now have him in swimming lessons. That is going well. His teacher is the assistant high school swim coach at Cedar High School.

Warrick has found several new best friends. He hangs out at the neighbor's house. The neighbors have older kids, but love to have Warrick come over and play. He seems to be the most popular kid on the block and I'll often go out and see someone giving him a ride in a wagon or I even looked out to see him helping the 15 year old mow the lawn.

I have found two great babysitters!!!!!!! Up until this point I have had a hard time with this. I have never found someone that I felt comfortable leaving my boys with. Now we have two. One lives across the street and one is right next door. This is a blessing and a whole new world has opened up to us. Glenn and I actually get to go on dates and relax because we know our kids are having a great time.

Glenn is preparing for a big hike this weekend. He finds that stuff really fun. We hake as a family and he even took Christian on a 9 hour hike last weekend. They both had fun, but were very tired in the end. I took the other three boys up the trail to meet them at the end of their long day.

I like to cook, but that has been one of the things to go at this season in my life. We have a Stouffer's outlet nearby and they help out with a lot of our meals. I feel more busy than I ever have and something has to go and I finally decided cooking from scratch and being creative that way is what went out the window.

We continue to slowly unpack boxes. It is a bit overwhelming at times, but baby-steps to the finish line.

I went school shopping today for Christian and Porter. That was fun.

Stafford seems to be teething. That is not fun.

It is my dad's birthday this weekend. That should be fun.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Celebrate USA

I haven't been here for awhile and here is why, I'm still not unpacked! Soooo, I am spending a lot of time putting things here and there instead of even turning on the computer. I will update when I can though. I have been scrapbooking online and so that takes up a lot of my computer time. It is super easy and I'm actually caught up for this year - which is a testimony of how easy and fast it is.

We have been going up the canyon often the past couple of weeks. We all enjoy a little hike except Warrick who gets worried when we are deep in the trees. He thinks it is a little "fookey".

This weekend we went to my hometown and met with some old friends who are definately still cute and cool. (Good thing I wrote that in their yearbooks because heaven only knows what they'd be like now if I hadn't.) We swam in a new pool by my parents house, went to a parade, enjoyed small town foot races, egg tosses, etc. and even rode horses and had great food at my sister-in-laws parents' house. We got to see Craig and Paul's families too and the cousins got to be together.

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*2 be
4 gotten

Christian on the horse and cousins watching. He didn't wear a shirt and helped carry the horse blanket which means that he got itchy eyes and hives all over his trunk, but at least he had a good time getting them.

We did fireworks at Paul's house. The favorite this year was sparklers. Classic.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Parenting With Love

I read this today and thought it is a good reminder, especially as you add new little spirits to your family, it is easy to let the older ones coast through the day until they do something you don't approve of.
These are blips from the book "Parenting with Love" by Glenn Latham.

"Behavior is Largely a Productof It's Immediate Environment." He goes on to explain, "Simplyput, fix the environment and you will fix the behavior. The first lesson to be learned by parents is the importance of creating anenvironment in the home that will encourage and reinforce appropriate behavior." (Latham p.1)

He later goes on to state: "Of all the consequences that reinforce the behavior of children, I have found nothing to be more powerfulthan parental attention. Over the years, as I have worked with families, I have been interested to note that, on average, morethan 95 percent of all appropriate child behavior never receives any parental attention whatsoever. It is simply ignored, very much in harmony with that unfortunate, generations-old caution to 'leavewell enough alone.' On the other hand, parents are five to six times more likely to pay attention to their children when the children are behaving inappropriately..."

"...which behaviors are being reinforced? The answer is obvious: annoying, inappropriate behaviors. For the most part, ironically,the very behaviors that annoy and concern parents most are the very behaviors parents are encouraging; hence, those are the behaviors that are most likely to reoccur predictably. We have spotted the enemy, and it is us!" (Latham p. 13,14)

Glenn goes on to suggest that "parents have numerous positive interactions with their children per hour, interactions that are delivered intermittently in the form of a touch, a wink, a smile,or a pleasant verbal acknowledgement of what was done that brought parental attention. It is not unreasonable for parents to aim at having twenty or more brief, intermittent positive interactions per hour with their children, particularly young children, four to five years old and below. The result will be high rates of appropriate behavior and few if any inappropriate behaviors." (p.29)

I find this works well with spouses too. ;o) Focus on the positive and express it.

This is just a random picture of S and our crazy kitten. The boys thought it would be great if S held him. I don't know if S thought the same thing.(I'm afraid this is just the beginning of the boys thinking something would be great and S not thinking that it is very great.)

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Summer Fun Pictures

Aunt Tammy (G's brother Danny's wife) with S on his blessing day.

Three generations (notice the missionary tag on Grandad. He and Grandma got to come back from the MTC to join us on a special day)

Here is C and his little cousin Craig (my brother Craig's son) on a super exciting car ride.

Here are the boys just moments after leaving the zoo - all funned out after two full days. If you could have seen me, my eyes were closed too as I drove home. Well, only when I saw the road was straight. I'd open them on the turns. (Just kidding Mom)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Summer Fun

Two of my brothers and their families and my parents come to our house on Sunday to play and then on Monday we all went to Lagoon. The kids had a ball and I think it is safe to say that the adults didn't have too bad of a time either. It was relaxed and worked so well having all the families there. We broke off in groups that were ever changing. At times a dad would be with a son, a grandchild with a grandparent, and even the moms got to go on a few rides. The weather was perfect and was mostly overcast and we seldom had to wait to get on a ride more than one rotation.

The next day we went to the zoo.

It was a great way to start the summer.

Now to figure out what to do the rest of the summer...

Friday, May 30, 2008


"My dear brothers and sisters, may the laughter of children gladdenour hearts. May the faith of children soothe our souls. May the love ofchildren prompt our deeds. 'Children are an heritage of the Lord'(Ps. 127:3)." Thomas S. Monson

Special Days

Today was Porter’s “Day” and I let him choose what we would eat for dinner (macaroni and cheese and broccoli) and choose the treat (ginger snaps). He and Glenn made the ginger snaps while I read to W and C from a book we got at the library. S was sleeping. I think each month I will try to give each child a "day" where they get a few special things.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

No House

We accepted an offer on our house on Monday and then ten days later we have since closed on our house, packed all our things, and cleaned our house. Mind you these tasks were done with four boys, including a newborn, Glenn working full time and a baby blessing thrown into the mix. What does this all amount to? INSANITY! I have never been so busy. We now have boxes filling our front room (we are now living in Glenn's parents' house until we decide if and where we will build or buy. His parents are on an LDS mission so they are not actually living here) and there are boxes lining the carport. I want to go through each box and organize since I wasn't able to on the way out. We'll see how long I stick to that idea before I say, "Just throw it all in storage."
So there is the update. Hopefully life will slow down a bit.

Sunday, May 18, 2008


We were planning on putting our house on the market as soon as we moved out and could clean the place, but just for the heck of it I put it on craigslist. Less than a week later I have a contract in my hands and they are willing to pay the asking price. The lady will meet with two lenders tomorrow to see if she can qualify and close quickly.

Just one of the many things going on right now. I will see if I have time to write about them another time. Right now I'm tired as we spent all day at Glenn's parents' house. They spoke in church today and will report to the MTC tomorrow. they are going to New Jersey. We will then start sleeping in their house next week.

I will try to keep you posted.

Here are a couple pics of our house since most of you have never been here. Sorry I don't have time to post more. I am very tired and we're moving a bunch of stuff tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Father and Son Campout

For those of you who are not aware, most wards organize a father and son campout every year. It is something the boys look forward to and talk about throughout the rest of the year. This year Glenn had three boys for the evening and Stafford and I hit the mall. I picked up Warrick after shopping and just P, C and G slept under the cold, cold stars. (It dropped to about 28F. Brrrrrr.)

Sunday, April 27, 2008

The Experience of Professional Pictures

Last fall when I was feeling oh so sick due to morning sickness I scheduled a family picture because we hadn’t had one for a long time and because it was time for P and W’s 4 and 2 year picture updates. I figured we’d get three birds with one stone. We would capture our family and separate pictures of P and W. Well, we were late for the appointment and so the lady told us we only had time for the family and couldn’t do individual pictures - all the work and only 1/3 of the outcome. I knew I was too sick to try again any time soon so I figured that we would do it on their half birthdays like I did last year since I missed the year mark then too. As you know I had a baby around their half birthdays, but I was determined. After canceling two appointments, we finally had a date that looked like it would work.

The night before the scheduled date, Porter put one of our baby kittens on his face and as she slid off she scratched a Harry Potter looking scratch on his forehead. Glenn and I debated canceling and waiting for his face to heal, but realized that he would probably just have another scratch or something so we pressed forward.
That morning we were running short on time so I only got two of the four boys bathed. No big deal, we could take a water bottle and brush to fix their bed-head-rooster-tails when we got there.
When I told the boys what they were going to wear, Christian protested and said he would only wear his suit and would not go in the matching brown clothes I had selected. There were lots of tears until finally I told him he could wear his suit, but the rest of the boys would wear brown. He eventually got dressed in the brown. Then when we were on our way out to the car, Warrick took a head dive onto the pavement. One may think that at this point I would be deterred. Not so. His nose was scraped and bruised as well as his knees and elbow. We were all dressed and moving in the right direction so I swept him up, gave him a kiss and we were on our way.

I think the point of getting professional photos is to not only look cute and put-together but to also capture the moment so that when you look back in many years you say to yourself, “Those really were great times weren’t they?” You forget all the crazy stuff and only see a well-groomed, tidy family smiling so perfectly in the picture. I don’t know if we have ever achieved the look of a family that is very put-together, but we definitely captured the moment in that photo.

The picture we now have of the boys has Porter with a scratch across his face, Warrick with a bruised and scraped nose, Stafford fussing, and Christian with a smile that looked a lot like the way Jim Carey would smile. So though the picture lady probably can’t believe that I ordered the pictures, I did and I love them because they are us. They are not perfect, but they sure do capture the moment and I still think I’ll look back at the imperfect picture and say, “Those really were great times, weren’t they?”

Friday, April 25, 2008

Turning pictures

How in the world do you rotate a picture?
As you can see I'm having problems.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Pictures of Stafford

His first outing at four days old.

Christian watched Karate Kid and this is what happened to Stafford.

The boys and their new brother.

Sunday, March 23, 2008


We celebrated my birthday and the boys were excited to invited to my party.

Last weekend Christian went on a trip with his Small Grandparents to Colorado to visit cousins.

Wednesday night I went into labor and about 3 1/2 hours later I had a beautiful baby boy. Everything went really well and the labor wasn't as intense as Warrick's was.

The older three boys went to St. George that afternoon and we expect them back this Monday. It has been a nice break for me and it has been nice to bond with little Stafford.

Glenn and I will celebrate Easter today with Stafford. We have an Easter ham and, of course, treats.

Saturday, March 15, 2008


My kids now wear sunglasses all the time. We let them pick out their own at Wal-Mart.

Warrick said, "I want those." I couldn't tell which he was pointing at.

I guessed a few times, but then he said, "The gil (that's how he says girl) ones."

I reached for the hot pink ones with the fake studded diamonds around the rim. Yep, those were the ones he was wanting. He loves them. When he puts them on he says, “Now I can turn into any gil I want.” He also chose the pink bubbles and when we went to Krispy Kreme he wanted to have the “gil donut”. (The one with pink frosting.)

You may be asking if we’re concerned. No, but we’ve started to teach him how to play football and belch. He should be fine.

The Mouse

Our cat Kenny found a little mouse to play with this morning. It was about 1-2 inches long - just a baby. She would chase it and then lay down and the mouse would run to her chest for safety. Quite weird, but interesting to watch. Porter and Warrick thought it quite interesting too. They got really close to the game. Warrick bent over as though he was going to touch the dirty (probably disease ridden) mouse when suddenly he stood up and had a weird look on his face.

"Did you touch the mouse?" I was a bit grossed out about that.

"It's in my pants!" he said with urgency.

His gait was strained as he walked toward me. I couldn't help but to laugh. I was worried about searching his pants for the little thing, but who else would do it? The neighbor? As I searche he hollered, "It's biting me!" This hit me really funny and I couldn't stop laughing because there was no mouse, but he was sure freaked out. I think it may have climbed up a bit, but jumped out. He had no bites on him. Porter verified that it had climbed on his brother.

The funny part that I found out about later in the day is that that morning my mom was trying to calm him down while talking to him on the phone. (When he is sad he likes to call Grandma.) Nothing was working so she gave him something to think about and told him about a wild mouse. (Great idea Grandma ;)

"A wild mouse?" he questioned.

"Yes, with big teeth." she said. He had finally stopped crying.

"Here talk to my mom." He gave me the phone and was finally calm, but I think he didn't want to talk about it.

Who knew a "wild mouse" would attack him later that morning. Poor little guy. He must have been terrified. He talks about it proudly now and tells all who will listen that a mouse went in his pants and bit him. Men love war stories.

You're still here

I'm quite thankful that tomorrow is Stake Conference so it is possible that I won't run into many people that I know. I'm getting to the stage where people start to say, "Oh, you're still here." I know they mean well, but it is a painful reminder that I'm still pregnant. I have to admit I seem to want to have my cake and eat it too. I don't want to be pregnant and yet everytime I think I'm having a contraction (I've been have little ones since Thursday night.) I tense up. I'm sure once they really start with all their force and glory I will be find and can get in "the mode", but at times it is a bit intimidating.

Anyway, off I go to try to sleep...

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Well here is my update.

I feel like I'm about to explode. Literally. My tummy feels soooo tight. I think I have a 10 pounder in there - I'm only half kidding.

Putting on sock, especially nylons has become a major athletic event. Swim and track workouts are nothing compared to the ten minutes it takes me to do this task.

I am happy to say that I do have ankles. I didn't for a week or two. They puffed up like an elephant's feet. I would look down at them an have to remind myself that they really were my appendages. For some reason they are back to normal, well, almost normal.

But, as they say, onward and outward. Or maybe it's something slightly different ;)

Sunday, March 9, 2008


A hundred years from now
it will not matter what my bank account was,
the sort of house I lived in, the kind of car I drove..
But the world may be different because I was important in the life
of a child.
-Forest Witcraft

Friday, March 7, 2008

Three ladies and two pregnancies

We think Chelsea, our cat, is expecting little kittens. (We have three females in this household and only one is without child.) Yesterday, Porter said, "I'm so excited for the baby." I was delighted because every mother wants her children to love and accept their siblings. We start to talk about it when Porter looks at me, a little confused, and says, "No not that baby, the cat's babies."

It was lost, but now it is found

We found the backpack the day after we lost it and so Christian only missed one day of school due to The Missing Backpack Mystery. Christian was a little sad that we found it. I thought in first grade you were supposed to like going to school...

Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Grandpa, Warrick and Christian playing a game.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

No School

I seemed to have misplaced Christian's backpack. If he doesn't bring it then he gets a card pulled and that eventually leads to no recess. I feel that is a mean thing to do to a little boy for his mom's mistake, so I let him stay home and play with us for the day. Not sure what I'll do tomorrow, but I'll worry about that tomorrow. :)

Aunt Donna's B-day

Last weekend my dad's sister turned 80 and my parents came up for a night so we could all attend her birthday bash. It was nice to have my parents here even if it was just for one night.

I had a fun, new sensation of nerve pains down my inner thigh for a few days last week. That was not fun and I'm thankful that it has stopped for the time. The joys of being in your last month of pregnancy continue. Despite the pain and discomfort, I am thankful to have my little family of boys.

Dad and the birthday girl

Dad and his brothers and sister (Paul, Donna, Ed, and Dick)
Donna was in Miss USA (maybe that's why I'm so beautiful).