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Sunday, February 26, 2012


Christian Graduating from Cub Scouts to Boy Scouts.

I know scouting is a fantastic program, but it pushes my "I'm a bad mom" button.  
My boys uniforms don't have all their patches sewed on and the ones that are on there, 
are crooked.
An array of belt loops are scattered around the house.
Christian has been in Boy Scouts for two months and I just found out there is a scout book that he needs.
And a sash.
And a neckerchief.
And a compass patch.
I can hardly keep up with it.
Three months ago, when the boys were earning their awards, all the other moms had fancy ribbons to put
their mommy awards. 
I had never seen one before.
I pinned my pin on my coat and have kept it there for months.
I forget it's there.
There are so many things to do as a mom.  
So many.  
Sometimes an intricate program is too much.
But I keep going and hoping that by the time I get to boy #4 I'll do better.
I do it because, despite not winning scouting family of the year, I see the good it does for the boys, even if they never get to wear their patches on their shirt.  

Congratulations Christian - you did it, despite being in Canada for half the year and having a mom
who doesn't get it.

Side note:  The man in the last picture dressed up as the headless horseman for Halloween.  He rode a horse around the neighborhood and had a cape the hid his head, complete with a illuminated jack-o-lantern. He tossed candy at kids as he rode by.  It made Halloween extra special to hear horse hoofs clopping on the pavement in the dark of night.  Spoooooky.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Water balloon launcher

The boys put this on our back deck.
I don't know if it was a trap for trespassers or simply a weapon in waiting.
Either way, we are more safe because of it.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Backyard Snow

I love seeing snow with little boot prints going each way.
I felt this picture told a story.  
The sun's rays still had not spread over our side of the mountain - 8:30 am.
Four pairs of prints on their way to find a new sledding spot.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


Christian is playing violin.  He's playing fiddle songs and songs form Lord of the Rings.  His science fair project is going to district.  He tried to determine if left handed people did better in math. Einstein, Newton, Leonardo da Vinci, Beethoven and Michael Angelo were all left-handed.  5 of the last 7 presidents of the USA were left handed.  10% of the population is left handed but 20% of geniuses are left handed.  Did I ever mention that I'm left handed?

Porter is playing the piano and "enjoying" it.  When he decides he doesn't like it he has the choice to practice or clean during the time he would have practiced. (A trick I learned from one of the Dixie Chick girls.).  He always chooses piano.  His best songs are Mickey Mouse song and Star Wars Theme.  We do these in a duet and end with a high five.  Our standards are low so we feel like we rocked it.

Warrick still plays half of Good King Wenceslas on mostly black keys and spends the mornings playing with Stafford or friends.  He works hard at being a peace maker and did both Christian and Porters chores this morning.
Warrick, Tanner, Stafford
 playing in t-shirts
in January

Stafford is in a mom's co-op preschool once a week.  He is will all girls.  We have a Valentine's Day party at our house for it tomorrow.  It should be good odds for him.

Glenn still enjoys his job and the people he works with. Stafford is modeling a little Stonehenge totem necklace that Glenn brought each of the boys from England.  (I see blogs where the girls are working it and posing like crazy.  At our house this is what we get.  It's the best he can do.  Don't judge.  He's trying - hard.)

I am still working with the Laurels in my ward.  There are 15 of them and 30 priests. I have also been the sports coach for Volleyball and basketball.  Volleyball was rough, but basketball has been great.  We are currently ranked first in our stake and will go to the tournament.  It's fun to win - I don't care what they say.

We enjoy having grandparents close.  We don't see them too often and it tends to go in spurts, but it is nice to know that they are there just in case.  One time when Glenn was out of town, the power went out for thousands of households.  They didn't know how long it would be off.  There were all sorts of rumors that there was a bomb in the power plant and things like that, but I think the truth was much less exciting than what our imaginations came up with.  I didn't have a phone.  It was before I had a cell and our phone goes through the computer.  I also couldn't drive anywhere because I couldn't get the garage door to open.  I was trapped and isolated.  I was hunkered down waiting.  It was a nice sight to have Dad drive up in his little red truck to see if we were alright and to promise to check on us if the power didn't come back on by a certain time.  It did come back on in a few hours so no checking was needed, but it was nice to know there was a net there.  It's easier to flip if a net is there.

We continue to face the ups and downs of life.  We continue to try to correct our course and do what we think is best and we continue to pray and ask God to fix what we thought was best.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Slanting Sun

The sun was shining through the window at an angle that told me the day was almost over.

I paused

and noticed that my everyday duties seemed full of grandeur.

It was one of those moments that seemed to stop, just for a tick.  

The picture.


My breath was soft and I remembered that these days won't last.

Soon, this stage of busy.



Will end.  And I will be alone with my thoughts.  With the quiet and with my memories.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Saturday Afternoon

Showing Dad his third identical picture of a "Horsie rider".

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Building a Dog House

Stafford Collects the Little Dogs Found in the Quarter Machines @ Reams 




Wednesday, February 1, 2012

These are moments I want to remember.

Porter got a case of food poisoning.  He was in bed and not happy with his plight.  I soon found Christian at his bedside.  Christian brought one of Porter's favorite books to look through with him in hopes of keeping his mind off of his aching belly.  Later as Porter was crying in the bathroom, Christian went in and gave Porter a pep talk that everything was going to be alright.  The tone of the cry changed and Porter said he now had "happy tears" because he was so thankful that Christian was there for him.

"Sibling relationships outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust."
                                                        Erica E. Goode