My youngest boy is eight years old. This isn't just any birthday for him. He gets to be baptized now. He has been talking about this day for quite some time now. I asked him if he wants to be baptized because it is his choice...not mine. He said "of course!" I knew he would.
He was super thrilled to finally have an ipod like his brothers and sister. Can't you tell?
So for now birthdays are over for a while. 2 children in May and 3 children born in June. And I thought this was a good plan, why?
We love you Christian...or as we like to call you...blissy! You are simply awesome.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
Big changes...
Okay, so 3 year olds are not babies anymore. My Scarlett turned 3 today. I haven't had a 3 year old without another baby in tow for many, many years. I wondered if her turning 3 would bring longing for another baby, but to my surprise, it has not. I am actually really enjoying being able to focus on the ones I have now. I have a teenage daughter and a son who isn't far from teen years either. It has been wonderful being able to give more to them now that my sweet children are getting older.
I love my sweet Scarlett. She is beautiful light. She is the youngest of 6 which means she can be very, very fiesty indeed. But who can blame her? She has lovely curls that make me smile. She has eyes the color of the blue sky. She has a dimple that makes me want to pinch her cheeks off. I love her with all of my mothering heart.
Happy Birthday, beautiful.
I love my sweet Scarlett. She is beautiful light. She is the youngest of 6 which means she can be very, very fiesty indeed. But who can blame her? She has lovely curls that make me smile. She has eyes the color of the blue sky. She has a dimple that makes me want to pinch her cheeks off. I love her with all of my mothering heart.
Happy Birthday, beautiful.
Staying busy...
We haven't done anything too exciting yet this Summer, but we have tried to do a few day trips to keep busy. I love where we live because it's just so darn beautiful. I'm thankful there are very few bugs, ticks, and humidity. I had enough of that growing up in Georgia to last me a while.
I love you my sweet children. I love having you home, all to myself.
I love you my sweet children. I love having you home, all to myself.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
We are epic...
Once again myself and 11 other girls participated in the Epic relay where we ran 170 miles, from Portland to Eugene. I love doing races, but there's something about a relay, where you cover so many miles, and work as a team that is so fulfilling. You bond with girls, and learn to rely on each other. You laugh together. Our captain made us do the bear crawl and 30 jumping jacks for 1 measly piece of watermelon. We made funny memories we will laugh about for the rest of our lives.
The weather was hot, hot , hot. My first run wasn't until 4 in the afternoon, at the peak of the heat. It was about 80 degrees, full on sun. I ran it as as I would run a race. About an 8:45 average. I didn't plan for heat though, so I was dying, and hurting, and thinking how much I hated running, during those 5 miles. It was the most miserable run I have ever completed. If every run felt like that, I would never run again.
Thankfully my next run wasn't until the middle of the night. That felt great. I increased my pace to an 8:36 average for 6 miles. My faith in running was restored. I remembered why I like running, once again.
The next day was dead on heat again. I again, would be running late afternoon, but this time I used my head and slowed way down, averaging around a 10 minute mile. It still hurt, but the challenge felt great, and I could breathe. My best friend, jumped in and ran the last mile with me. She is my running partner and she knew I needed the push. She was a rock. She is awesome.
My awesome comrads would meet me along the way spraying me down, pouring ice cold water on top of my head, and cheering me on. We did this for all of our runners. Like I said, a true bonding experience.
We ran on two hours of sleep for our last run. We wanted to cry from the heat. We wondered at times why running had to even exist. But like childbirth, you go through the pain, and then you forget. You only remember the good times.
So, as crazy as I am, I would do it again. I would welcome the sweat and pain. Bring it on.
You are a #1 dad...
This man I am married to surprised me this Fathers day. I expected him to have expectations like I have when it's Mother's day. I always want breakfast. Help with the house and kids. A feeling of appreciation. Don't we all? From the minute Chris got out of bed he was serving everyone else. I kept asking him to stop. Let me do it. But he wouldn't. He made breakfast. After church, I told him to go take a nap. He said no and literally pushed me toward the bed, making me take one instead. He made lemon bars while I slept. He insisted on making dinner. It was pure craziness. He's never done this on Fathers day before. I didn't get it. It's like it was something he needed to do.
Later that night before the kids went to bed, he called myself and all the kids in. He told our children that he wanted them to know that to him Father's day isn't a time to be served but to serve his family. That we are his greatest gifts. That he is blessed to give to us. He bore his testimony of the gospel. Chills ran all over me as I realized how blessed our kids are to have him as their dad.
When I first met Chris, I didn't think we were a very good match. But I had prayed to find someone that loved the Lord more than anything else on earth. This man I married 15 years ago, does. He isn't perfect. But he is mine. I love you Chris. Thank you for being a father our kids have every reason to cherish.
To my own father. Thank you for being the kind of dad that inspired me to turn down the loser guys, and go for the very best. To find someone that loved me as much as you loved my own mother. Without your example I wouldn't have set my sights so high. I love you, dad.
Later that night before the kids went to bed, he called myself and all the kids in. He told our children that he wanted them to know that to him Father's day isn't a time to be served but to serve his family. That we are his greatest gifts. That he is blessed to give to us. He bore his testimony of the gospel. Chills ran all over me as I realized how blessed our kids are to have him as their dad.
When I first met Chris, I didn't think we were a very good match. But I had prayed to find someone that loved the Lord more than anything else on earth. This man I married 15 years ago, does. He isn't perfect. But he is mine. I love you Chris. Thank you for being a father our kids have every reason to cherish.
To my own father. Thank you for being the kind of dad that inspired me to turn down the loser guys, and go for the very best. To find someone that loved me as much as you loved my own mother. Without your example I wouldn't have set my sights so high. I love you, dad.
Austin's entrance into manhood...
Austin has turned 12. For him, this means staying up later then the younger kids. Going to Young men activities at our church. Receiving the priesthood. He's on the downhill stretch to a deeper voice, and all that comes from turning from a child to a young man.
We love you Austinroo. To me, you will always be my baby.
We love you Austinroo. To me, you will always be my baby.
Friday, June 8, 2012
My girl, growing up...
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