More Holiness Give Me: January 2011

Monday, January 31, 2011

In case you were wondering where all the talented children are living....I have hogged them all to myself

Have you ever noticed that talent runs in families and some kids, just have it all?

Well, that is the case in our family. We have some serious talent going on!

Thought I'd share.

Kate the monkey whisperer

Kassidy the professional faller down the stairs and get nasty bruises

Nathan the top notch writer out of bendies

I would have to say this one speaks for itself, wouldn't you?

My son can make a bearded dragon out of his hands... This one amazed me. Seriously.
Pretty good, eh?

Bo....Do I need to say more?

Bo and his great balancing act!

Ta da!

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 51st

When I was couponing I got all these free immunity booster vitamin C pills. I ran out three days ago and now I caught a stupid cold. Grr.

Corey asked me about three times today if I was feeling okay. That always feels nice.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Decisions, Decisions, Decisions!

A very important decision has finally been made. Once again. I have been stewing and researching over this decision but I have finally made my choice. Duh nu un Nuhh!!!!!

Kate will have a pig cake for her 3rd birthday. You know....as a tribute to her beloved pig.

Watching TV and having a little snuggle time with Pig.

I think Pig might just be a little like Calvin's "Hobbes". He comes alive when we aren't looking and is Kate's partner in crime.

Calliou was in a close race for the birthday cake but he is spoiled bratty and whiny I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Pig is loving and giving and a great source of comfort to Kate. Calliou just gives her for shallow bratty TV time.

Pigs love means so much more.

Good cake though!

Justine and Kate usually share a family birthday party since their birthdays are only two days apart. Justine hasn't decided what her cake will be yet although I think we just might go bowling!

Rhett stayed home from school sick today. I actually kinda liked it. I went back to bed and let him watch the little kids. He even cooked them (on the oven) a nice hot breakfast. Fried eggs! Impressive. Am I bad?

Here is the handsome guy in his new reading glasses. I was actually surprised he picked the most trendy and prominent pair that he could choose from. I thought he might prefer a wire pair that was less noticeable. but he went for these! He's stylin' now!

P.S....He told me not to put this picture on Face Book, but he didn't mention my blog... so I am still good,.... right?

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN THE WOODS WHEN NO ONE IS WATCHING!!!!!!!!

I promised you a long time ago I would post pictures from Corey's trail camera....

Below is precisely why I hate camping.... aside from the three other major reasons....(No bathroom, no shower, no American Idol at night, Corey and I argue. Was that four?)

Moose will kill you. I am not even joking.

This one eyed monster could kill me just by looking at me...

This is just evil. I don't even know what it is. But there is something not right going on here.

Despite my fondness for animals, I don't enjoy what is lurking in the woods. One time I saw a deer up close and I thought it was a man in khaki pants and it FREAKED my out. One time a branch snagged my hair and I thought a bat landed on my head. One time I went hiking and Corey had to carry me home,... wasn't a pretty sight. One time I watched Oprah and she TERRIFIED me of cougars. TERRIFIED. Really, honestly, I am just happier (and safer) at home.

One time when I was a teenager my dad and I went on a ward camp out and we slept under the stars. I still remember him getting up and moving the car to block us in case anyone should back over us in the night. But we slept under the stars, just me and my dad. (And the whole rest of the ward. But they were in tents so it was just us who counted.) It was before I was smart enough to be scared of the mountains. And it was lovely. But that was then.

Anyways, if you think I am just crazy for being paranoid.... let's just take a little gander at the two following pictures.

Uh-huh. I think you all get my point.

I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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