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Wednesday, February 26, 2014


 Our school pumps the kids up to read for the read-a-thon fundraiser.
The kids try to get in as much reading as they can during the week.
Warrick asked me to read with him on the trampoline.

Monday, February 24, 2014

The Season Ends

Tonight was the last game of Porter's basketball season.
Glenn was able to coach him.
The season turned out much better than any of us expected.
Glenn has a talent of connecting with the boys on his team.
His main goal is to build up the boys - to let them know they are special.
He focuses on praise and gently teaches them the rules.
Since winning is part of the fun, (lets be honest) he quietly instructs them and tries to bring the best out in them.
And does the best he can with the team he is given.
When he sees a kid smile or feel good about themselves, that's what keeps Glenn coaching.  Even with all of his travel and school assignments - it's worth it.

Just today a mom told me how much she loved the way Glenn coached and the way he treated the boys.  Her son was on his team two years ago, but she was still talking about it.  She talked about how much fun the boys had.
She then told me that anytime she see's him coaching, she tells the other parents what a great coach he is.

We all have our different strengths and this is one of Glenn's.
I'm thankful that he is willing to do it.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Tramp Tanning

When I got home from choir practice, 
I found the boys basking on the sun warmed surface of our trampoline.

During the cool, but sunny days that are in between winter and spring, 
one of my favorite places to be is on the trampoline because the dark surface sucks in the suns rays and warms anything on it like a warm blanket.

I took my lunch (chips, guacamole, and salsa verde) out to join the boys - I couldn't resist.
It was heavenly.
Porter had me set the timer for 5 minutes so he could then flip over to keep his sides even.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Why I Blog

"I think it is important to keep an account
 of your family whether you blog, scrapbook,
take photos or videos- whatever you do, tell your story and don't stop.
 I encourage you to write down stories about you and your loved ones
that can help you and your family develop an attitude
of gratitude for the ones who came before you. 
Because I believe that we are all survivors of something and our stories need to be shared." --Stephanie Nielson

Today when I read this, the truth that we are all survivors of something hit home to me.

You are a survivor.

You have a story to tell.

I have a story to tell and that is why I blog.

Two months before Porter was bron





Porter was MIA - not sure where he was during this picture.

Somehow Porter's hair and shirt had gotten away from me.




                                  My Story.

Friday, February 7, 2014


 Christian tried snowboarding for the first time.

 Aunt Sara, Christian, Ella, Ivy (Ella's friend), Chuck Thinger

 Sara's husband, Chuck, spent lots of time helping Christian.
He had a great adventure.

Thanks Chuck and Sara!

Thursday, February 6, 2014

The Backman Kids

 We are happy when nieces and nephews from far away move close to go to BYU.
Eric, Blaine, Paige, and Grandma and Granddad came over for 
and the Superbowl.

Paige just got back from a mission and all the boys gathered around her to hear mission stories.
Eric was on the phone guiding his new wife to our house.
Blaine was just Blaine - happy to be alive.

Despite a boring game, it was a good excuse to have a party.

Pulled Pok Sandwiches
Veggie Tray
7 Layer Dip
Ranch and French Onion Dip
Divinity (Porter's choice)
Rolo cake mix bars (a Pinterest gamble that lost)

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Cheerio Art

The boys were gathered around Porter's cereal bowl.
"Mom, look! It's Mexico and South America with the tip of Florida."
Florida had floated out of formation by the time I took the picture,
but it's not everyday you get an atlas in your bowl.

Monday, February 3, 2014


Warrick and Stafford were playing with their Lego City.
The next thing I knew, they had collected my dusters and were playing a new game.
It was called Butler.
And they did just what they thought a butler ought.
They dusted and dusted and dusted.
When was time for dinner, they told me that butlers didn't eat dinner.
They continued their manic dusting.
I wasn't about to let a workaholic butler get in the way of a family meal.
So I fired them.
It's a rough world out there, but
a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.