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Friday, August 30, 2013

And then the pillows started flying

Our Family Home Evening lesson on the priesthood went south quickly.
Not quite the night we had envisioned - not to mention the fact that they are sporting underwear like it's the new black.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

First Day of Kindergarten

A new phase.
New focus.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

How to not catch a duck.

We've had a rough transition - Stafford and I.
The summer was filled with adventure and fun.
And now the house is quiet.
I'm actually fine with that, but my 5 year old is not.
He misses his brothers and I just don't cut it.
So today, I was determined to be fun.
We gathered bread and Cheetos (Cheetos? I don't know, seemed like a good idea.) and went out in the rain to entertain.
 Things started out well.
He decided that he really wanted to hold one.
Tactic #1: Hide behind a tree and dart out when the ducks get close.
Problem was that he never waited long enough and he usually let out a war cry as he charged.
 Tactic #2: Lasso.
 He went and got the rope that he made in Kanab last weekend.
He was pretty proud he thought of it.
It wasn't long before that was obviously not the way he would catch his duck.
So, Tactic #3: Hansel and Gretel.
He lured them out of the water with food that he placed on the shore.
He got the closest with that one, but that darn war cry, once again, didn't help anything.
The 4th and Final Tactic: The Gollum Crawl. 
Nothing worked.
And we ended the afternoon with tears.
And pouting.
And whining.
When Stafford came into the van, I was using a wipe to clean him off and as I opened his palm to wipe it, this is what I found.
A bug.
"It's my pet," he said between sobs.
I usually have a strict no bug policy in my van and house, but I was weak at the moment and tired.
As you would guess, before we could get home, "the pet" was MIA in my van.
At least it wasn't a spider or a snake.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Wild Plumbs

I love the trees that have these little "plumbs" on them.
One reason is because they have the most beautiful white flower in the early spring (telling us winter is gone) and because my little mountain bluebird used to live in them.  
She made me smile every time had a glimpse of her bright blue feathers in the green leaves.
She moved somewhere else when people started to build around us.
I think about buying a bluebird house to see if she'll come back,
but I never do.
The boys and some of the neighbors set off into the trees on the mountain to pick these.
Stafford was the only one brave enough to actually eat them.
We are waiting to see how he fares.
So far so good.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

A weapon stockpile and a 40 year old chair.

I'm not sure why we have either of these things sitting in our family room.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Grandma Holman

My grandma is a special lady.
She is wise
gracious, and
She is aware and observant to people and why they do the things they do.

She tells lively stories full of experiences from decades of living.
Last July she told the boys about her four brothers and their service in WWII.
Christian has repeated the stories to others several times. (Those two are actually two peas in a pod.)
And then she listened intently to each boy tell their stories as though they were saying the most wonderful tales.
She watched me for a week when I was in 7th grade when my parents were on a trip.
We started playing Skip-Bo on a daily basis with her and her friend Hank.  We had some great laughs and I learned that her laugh is contagious.  I remember laughing to tears.  Some days when I'd come home from school, she and Hank would be at the card table with the cards dealt out, waiting for me.  (I wonder how long they had been sitting there.) 

My grandma always makes you feel important.
She tells you all sorts of positive and good things about yourself that you usually have to pay people to say.  She does it all for free.

I used to call her while I was in college just to talk.
I still do.

My grandma has shown me the strong influence a grandma can have in a child's life that can continue into adulthood.
I'm grateful for my grandma and for her love and support.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Our first tomato.
Our garden is alive because of my 7 year old.
Without being asked, he dutifully waters it everyday - even on the days he doesn't want to.
I love that about him.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

This Week in Review



Registered Christian for Jr. High
Christian and Porter played with new friends we met at Aspen Grove
Christian starts tackle football and football camp

Dear friends (Barclays) from Canada visit and we remember how well we get along and how much we have in common.
We have some great laughs and now we're working on getting them to move here.

We travel to see another dear friend (Dorothy G.) who recently moved.
Oh, how I'm going to miss her and her family!
She is the type that leaves everyone better for knowing her.
There are several friends who make the trip and we talk and the kids play at Herriman Beach.

Cameron, Jared, Miles, Porter, and Christian's head in the middle

Then we watch Christian scrimmage in the last day of football camp.

Glenn starts coaching Porter's flag football team.
Warrick joins in and decides he does like football after all.
Christian gets his pads and wears them all over the house.

I try out the Farmer's Market in Mapleton.
Glenn and I get sandwiches from Zubs and take the 4-wheeler for a ride on West Mountain.

Saturday, August 10, 2013


Here are some reasons I'm loving this program.
I think it's a good skill to have that I hope they never need to use.
They can all attend classes at the same time which saves my time.
The classes are in Orem and last 90 minutes.  Orem has great shopping and that gives me just enough time to get some done.  
I can see them gaining confidence each week that they attend classes.  
The coaches are so nice, patient and complementary.
They were so proud when they got their belts; the coaches made a big deal of it.

Our first belt ceremony

The boys in front of the scary, mean, skeleton muscle man.
We love this place.
As tough as they are during classes, I had to smile when I checked on them that night.  All of them, except for Christian, had their belt close by as they slumbered.
Porter's is harder to find, but it's gray and white on the desk.
Stafford even went the extra mile and put his in a baggie and wore it EVERYWHERE the next day.
And then told everyone we met, "I'm a real ninja.  I'm not kidding.  I have a belt."
We really do have a bed for Stafford but some nights he opts to sleep on the floor.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Remember When

Remember when we vowed the vows
and walked the walk
Gave our hearts, made the start, it was hard
We lived and learned, life threw curves
There was joy, there was hurt
Remember when

Remember when old ones died and new were born
And life was changed, disassembled, rearranged
We came together, fell apart
And broke each other's hearts
Remember when

Remember when the sound of little feet
was the music
We danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we'd never give it up
Remember when

Remember when thirty seemed so old
Now lookn' back it's just a steppin' stone
To where we are,
Where we've been
Said we'd do it all again
Remember when

Remember when we said when we turned gray
When the children grow up and move away
We won't be sad, we'll be glad
For all the life we've had
And we'll remember when
By Alan Jackson

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

The Zoo

A highlight for Christian was the Lego animal creations.
This bear is made completely of Legos.
They said the guy who makes them does it without the computer and only uses a drawing.
I would love to see what Christian could do with an unlimited supply of Lego pieces.

A highlight for me was the bird show.
A bald eagle.
I like bald eagles.
Bald eagles are my favorite.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Lagoon - Take Two

We went to Lagoon with my family.
We grew up with an annual Lagoon trip so it always brings back good memories.
(Glenn started his second year of MBA school as had Residency Week so I went solo.)
Stafford had yet to try the Wicked.
I was going to take the three boys on the ride, but I had a backpack with no where to put it.
So they went alone.
I was certain Stafford would come back scarred.
He is the third one over in a booster seat - looking straight forward.
They rode it again and again.
Here is an "after" picture.
Porter came out a little ruffled.

Mom can thank me later for this one.

Stafford won.

Celebrating 80 Years

My dad is quiet.
He is kind.
He is loving.
He is accepting.
He is smart.
He is caring.
He is supportive.
He is witty.
He is a blessing.
He loves his family.
And we know it.
He always has time for us.
Even when he was working,
he would take time for our insignificant phone calls.
They weren't insignificant to us and so they were important to him.
He has a smile that is endearing and
eyes that are warming.
I'm thankful for his involvement in my life.
I feel I know Christ a little better just by knowing him.
And I am thankful for the miracles that took place 11 years ago that saved his life.
Happy Birthday Dad!

Lagoon - Take One

At first the three older boys went with Glenn on the bigger rides and
Stafford and I played on the smaller rides.

Our day started out calm and peaceful.
A joyful ride on the little whale

the sky-ride

and the train.

And then something unexpected happened.

We realized that he was tall enough for the larger rides.

 His first ride on a real roller coaster - The Colossus.
Suddenly Willy the Whale wasn't quite as fun as it used to be.
His entire world was changed at that moment.

During the ride I looked over to see how he was doing and the G forces had pulled his head so far down that it was on his lap and he was in a tiny ball.
I had to reach over and push his forehead back.
Despite the great view of his shorts, he still kept yelling, "That was AWESOME!"

Monday, August 5, 2013