Bo says:
Monday, September 28, 2009
I was wondering why Corey's breath was so bad! (Thats evil, I know. I couldn't resist!)
Bo says:
Lessons I learned from the year old Zucchinni in my freezer!
Then came the telephone...
Yes, I talk on it all day. It is my life line to sanity. The people I talk with keep me from freaking out and save my husband millions in psychiatric bills. So often when I am on the phone I don't take as much time with my children. It really hurts my heart to even type that. I could cry right now!
Disclaimer I: I am cleaning the WHOLE time I talk and caring for the kids, just not as in tune with them as I should be.
Disclaimer II: I do get off when the older kids get home from school to see how their day was and to begin three bazillion hours of homework and music lessons.
Any way, today I got disconnected from my life line while making Zucchini bread. Bo was standing right with me.
Thus began the best part of my day.
I asked if he wanted to help. He said "no, I watch".
Break my heart! Have I said that too many times to him? I could cry right this second!
I said "no, you help."
We counted the scoops of flour, we used the knife to level off the top, he helped pour the salt and baking powder. We smelled the vanilla, which is a gift straight from Heavenly Father. He said "pancakes" so I smelled again, he was right, it smells like maple syrup a bit. Because of his speech delay I am thrilled when he can find words. We poured in the zucchini, he did half, I did half. We used the hand mixer. Bless that little mixer with only one lonely mixing whisky thing. He loved that mixer! It cracked me up because his whole little arm just jiggled like crazy all the way up to his shoulder. He loved it. He jumped off the chair and tried to slap the flour dust that was floating around visable in the sunlight.
The lessons you learn when you BFF's cell phone dies! The lessons you learn when you try to clean out the freezer. I hope I will find more time for the little things with these little people with the little time I have left.
As for today, with the house smelling like zucchini bread, a hint of maple syrup, and trash that needs to go out, I rejoice in my boy and can't wait for him to come home and try a slice of his bread. I didn't burn it either! That's a first.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Ditched for a younger woman!
Anyhoo... as I am running to him and he is running to me, both our arms are out open wide and I am getting ready for my sweet embrace from my darling boy...
He veers to the left! Oh no he didn't! (finger snap)
He runs right past me!
I was momentarily traumatized, I must admit. (and embarrassed because the bus hadn't left yet.)
More Angels Amoung Us!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Our cat is a jerk!
We saved his life from the pound as a baby and he can't stand us! Well, mostly me that is. I don't know what his problem is! When I even come near him his ears go back and you can totally tell he hates me. He escapes the house every dumb chance he gets causing my poor kids to stay up late worried for his safely and opening the door every ten minutes until he has decided to grace us with his presence again. I don't get cats. They are so snobby and unappreciative. This is the 2nd cat we rescued from the pound that was a jerk! I like cats too! How does one go about finding a nice, unstuck up cat? I would totally get rid of the cat but it does love Kassidy and it is actually her cat so I guess it is serving his purpose but I just think he is such a jerk.
Kassidy has always been a "crazy cat lady" as we call her. She LOVES cats. From the time she was three she LOVED cats. I don't mean just a little. I mean A LOT! A LOT, A LOT! When she was only three she begged for a tabby cat she saw at her preschool teachers house. We finally gave in. For some odd reason she named him "Tiny". He was a good little cat but then he got killed by a dog right in front of her. She was TRAUMATIZED for YEARS by that.
We got her another tabby cat later from the pound named, Hermoine. She would have nothing to do with us and peed in the house. It had to go live outside and then was gone after that. UgH! So here goes another round of crying over cats and pleading for another one. It broke my heart. I mean the kid LOVES cats. I know this is extreme but I felt like she would have a forever void if she did not have her cat fix taken care. Then she really might turn into the crazy cat lady.
So for her 13th birthday we took her blind folded for a ride and ended up at the pound. We made her walk in blind folded and she had no clue what was going on. When we took off the blind fold and she realized the plan, she cried these most sweetest tears of gratitude. It was so sweet and still can bring me to tears thinking about that moment. She just truly loves cats. So I guess we are stuck with the jerk, (Banditt, not my kid).
My dad sent me this hilarious story about cats and it makes me laugh. So true!
DOG DIARY
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe… for now…
Sorry for that, but I thought it was hysterical!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Together Forever, For Always, and No Matter what!
6. Has aways wanted and supported me being a stay at home mom.
7. Easily co hearsed into having 6 kids.
8. works super hard at mowing, weeding, chopping wood, and keeping up with yard.
9. Has learned to fix our cars.
11. Tons of determination.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Angels Among Us!
Happy Constitution Day!!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Help! The computer has trapped me and I can't get away!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
"God's Mercy is New Every Morning"
About a year or more ago I was watching Larry King and the most beautiful, sad story was on. I was moved by it and still think about it often. I wonder if I have even half the Faith and Love and GRACE that these people do. I love the way some religions speak about God and His mercy and how good He is. I like the way it sounds.
Any way, Larry King had popular Christen singer, Steven Chapman, and his family on his show. It is still on you tube if you want to watch the interview. Their teenage son accidentally ran over their young daughter. As they told their story I was moved over and over again.The family has three biological children who are 15 and older and then adopted three sweet little girls from China. When the accident happened the family had been in preparation for their daughter's wedding. Steven Chapman, the father, was on the front porch on the phone. Looking back, they believe that was part of God's plan so he was able to see his son was driving carefully and not on the cell phone, as was very common. Apparently the sisters were all playing on the monkey bars and need help getting on them. They saw Will, the 15 year old big brother, pulling in and went to get him to help them. The dad said that Will was the most amazing big brother. That he would put him up against any other brothers to compare because he was such an incredible big brother. He said that Will would stop whatever he was doing no matter what to play with his sisters and his little sister knew that. So Maria Sue, who was five,was going to get him and rounded a corner as he was pulling in. He didn't see her and struck her. The son carried her to his mother and they believe she had already passed away. Steven came to them and of course everyone was hysterical. He began crying out to "the God he knows as his Father" reminding Him of all the things He has done through times to heal, knowing that He could save his daughter. He wasn't angry but he was saying to God "you can't ask this of me, it is too much". The ambulance came and began working on the little daughter and took her to life flight. Steven got in his car and he knew his son was going through so much guilt. He was determined in that moment that he had lost one child, he wasn't going to lose two. What wisdom. Isn't God there for us in our need. As they were driving away he saw his son crumpled up on the ground with his older brother on top of him holding him and praying for him. Apparently he had tried to run away and his brother tackled him. Steven rolled down his window and had the driver stop and he yelled to his boy "Will Franklin Chapman, your father loves you!"
Those words have been in my mind for a year now. What an inspired, loving dad. It is lovely to me how really he is speaking of two fathers whether he meant it that way at the time or not.
The night of the accident the family held hands over her body and committed they were going to live their life by honoring Maria by honoring the One who gave her to them. They are grieving with hope.
When asked how the oldest sister is doing she said sister said that God's mercy's are new every morning. She says "I woke up the next morning and He has sustained me since". She also said that in the scriptures God says that He is near to the broken hearted and that she has never felt that more in her life.
By the way, the little girls names were Shaohannah (so very cute) Maria Sue and Stevie Joy. I loved the way they referred to their girls with their middle names as well. That is one reason I love to call my Kate, Katie Shay.
I had the great privilege in working one day a month for a few hours at temple. It was such a sweet experience. At the time I thought it was so crazy they asked me with all my little kids at home but now I am so glad I had the chance. At the temple I worked with a neat lady who had a baby die at age one.I was so upset by that because I just didn't know how you could lose a child and go on. She told me that we don't really learn things from the spirit when everything is going great. That it is when hard things happen that and you need the comfort that that is when you can be taught by the spirit. That has stuck with me for years. I think about how true that is. I sometimes wonder when the BIG thing is going to happen to be that I will be able to partake of the Spirit in that way. But of course I don't want that BIG thing to happen. But I do want to know the comfort and the lessons they learned going through these trails. How can you get there without the suffering? I don't want to have to go through what gets you there but I think it might be the only way.
I have been blog stalking lately and have come across a few blogs that are absolutely amazing. The strength faith these people have is amazing. The things they have learned and who they have become through their grief is amazing. Words can not say it.
One blog is written by a lady who was in a plane crash with her husband. She was burned over 80% of her body and in a coma for 5 months. She has four children. I thought of how painful it was for me when I was in the hospital extra days after Katie-Shay was born. At first of course it was fun. But after a while it started crushing me that I wasn't there for my Bo, who was 2 1/2 at the time. I wanted to be his care taker right then. I missed him desperately. Also ,of course, I was hormonal. But to be in a coma for 5 months? How did she do it! When she woke up her baby had attached himself to her sister and didn't recognize his mother. Once back at home at times he would go to the door calling for his mommy when she was right there! How did she get through this pain. There is no answer but the obvious one- God sustained her. His mercy was new each day.
http://nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
Another blog I have been reading is written by a lady whose almost two year old choked and died at church with them right there, unable to save her. It was their only child at the time. Her blog eloquently describes their trial as they go through this journey of grief as their constant companion. Often times she cries in her blog, "Where is my Lucy?". My heart broke for her as I cried tears for my heavenly sister's pain. Of course this mom knows where her girl is but really, how do you go on when a child has died? There is NO answer but the obvious one-God sustains you.
http://jacksonparkcity.blogspot.com/
I also have read a bit of a blog from a sweet mom who recently died of cancer. Throughout her journey she CONTINUOUSLY gave thanks to God. CONTINUOUSLY. Absolutely amazing. She trusted Him. He was with her through her trials. She felt blessed all the time. How does a mom leave her girls and still feel blessed? How does a mom leave her girls? God sustained her. There is no other way. I am so relieved and glad to remember and learn from others that God will sustain me as well.
I have a friend who had a few children and finally, after I believe over 10 years, got pregnant again. With no signs of previous trouble her baby was born with some problems and wasn't going to live. At first she didn't believe the Dr. because she knew God wouldn't do that to her after she tried so hard to have a baby. But it was true. Her baby died. She told me that while of course she would love to have had her baby she would NEVER trade the things they learned from the Spirit during that time...
I think about how when I go through my "big" trial I hope I can be full of grace and love and courage as these people are. I wonder what my "big" trial will be. And then I think, life is actually going by really fast. I am having trials just like the rest of us every day. The "big" trial may never come. In fact, I have loads of little trials that I handle poorly all the time, asking WHY ME? Feeling bad for myself, not being grateful, saying "UGH!" a LOT, having a bad attitude, being hugely annoyed. I am learning that these small trials are the ones I better learn to master now not for when the "big" trial comes. I need more faith, gratitude, hope. Am I trusting God everyday?
One thing I learned, as I learned from some of these friends who have learned from the spirit in insurmountable ways is, that ultimately I do trust God. I believe whatever He throws my way is ultimately meant for my good to mold me and shape me as clay into a better, more wiser, more patient, more loving, more understanding, more knowledgeable, more stronger, more everything good, me. I hope I will be able to remember that if life ever seems to much to bear. I hope I will remember that during all my little trials. I hope I will keep the faith and "live and let God". I hope I will remember that God's mercy is new each day. That tomorrow will look better. That God loves me, I am His child. That God will sustain me. That God will sustain you.
Whose life is this?
I have six children.
I am married to a hunter/hiker/biker/camper so I basically am single.
My life has spun freakishly out of contol.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Look at that adorable face!
Isn't he just so cute???!!!!! I mean really!
Then my moment ended and the Barnes and Noble fake security guards rushed me on so Linda could have her moment. But I actually will remember that for a very long time. He has a true heart who believes in what he is doing and has such courage. I wont believe bad things about him, I just wont. He is inspiring. He is a GENIOUS. That man is a good person. And can I just say that I know I would love his wife because she is letting him go forth with his mission knowing how it can have repercussions to her life. I admire bravery because I am a bit wimpy. Glenn has said that we must journal about the time we are living in right now. I can't wait to do that. He said we are going to be history.
Any way, I just wanted to state for the record where I stand on Glenn Beck!
P.S.S. Here is a totally not that good picture of my Glenny hugging my big wig co melaluca president sister in law. She had him come and speak at an event. I don't think the two arm hug suites him very well. I much prefer hand stacking. Get away from my Glenny!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Faith in Fair Carnival Scum has been restored! I knew they weren't so bad!
Corey and I took the boys to the state fair yesterday with some free tickets I had leftover from the rabbit show. I had told the boys they could each ride ONE ride. The rides are crazily, ridiculously expensive! As we were walking to the carnival there was a vendor that goes along with the carnival, selling every piece of light up stuff imaginable. They had multi colored light up swords that the boys thought were super cool! So they traded their ride for a sword. I bargained with the lady (thanks, Viki, for giving me the nerve) and bought them for a deal. As we were walking away of course we discovered one broken so we walked back and asked the guy in charge to trade. He did so and had to also change the batteries and then realized the toy he was selling was sort of junky. He asked how much I paid for them and I told him. THE MAN actually walked away to his cash box and brought me back ONE dollar! Faith in all humanity fair carnival scum has been restored!!! It was amazing!
Actually lots of time they're not so bad. I wonder if they get use to being treated bad so they aren't friendly. But sometimes if you are friendly they will be back as well. That or they kidnap you. Regardless none of them are as creepy as the fortune tellar lady. She is spooky in a really real way!
On a different note Bo got to go on his one ride and he chose the motorcycles. He went around and around and his little face was BEAMING!!!! Worth the 3 bucks for sure!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wanted: Time Freezing Machine...
seriously wanted to cry for her. How sad it is not to have a sweet chubby lovely little toddler to put in the grocery cart!
I don't want to leave this stage of live. This stage of life where I have been able to raise these little people has been magical and moving and incredible. The last 15 years has been the happiest of my life ever! Now I know if you talk to my friends they might say, but you complain about how hard it is, how you can't keep the house clean, how you can't wait to have alone time, how your husband doesn't help enough (oops, I meant to just think that one), how tired you are, ...blah blah blah. And that is true, I can't wait for those times as well. But deep down to my inner core and deep down to every fiber in my being, this is as good as it gets for me. Being the mama is the sweetest. tenderest of experiences. These children are a gift, they are lovely, (and naughty, annoying, frustrating, clueless, messy, again... blah, blah, blah..) But these children are lovely. This earth life opportunity is grand, the chance to mother is grand, the chance to have chubby toddlers with messy morning hair in grocery carts is grand. I love Heavenly Father and His wisdom. I love this stage of life. I don't want to leave it. I don't want to be one of the people looking at the young mothers, happy I don't have chubby toddlers with messy morning hair in my grocery cart. I'm sad I am moving forward. I am sad I can't ingrain these memories in my soul forever. I am sad time can't freeze right now.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Team Edward... wait, no Jacob... I can't decide! Okay, Edward.
Hello, my old friend.
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