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Things my kids say

As I’m feeding Henry in my recliner chair, William begins to surround me with things I might need. First the tissue box “in case he spits up mom), and then a book he thinks I might like, then he runs to his bedroom and gets one of his blankets that “he doesn’t really use anymore” and lovingly spreads it over my legs. Next it’s brothers binki (things are starting to get crowded in the chair). Next is my hair tie…I slip it on my wrist with a thank you William, and he says,” that looks good with you mom”, next is my water bottle. After a quick potty break because hes done all this while dancing he comes back and says, “and one more thing mom” and puckers up his little lips for a kiss. Melt my mom heart.


As we are hiking with Aunt Cathy. Aunt Pam and Mimi, Aunt Cathy attempts to point out what is called turtle rock to Ben in the distance. This is a giant rock with a head shape and then a long ‘shell’ shape in the back. Its fairly abstract and difficult to see as little ones. Ben looks up at Aunt Cathy and says. “Well, actually… you’re an adult and so I don’t understand what you are saying.”

William – ‘I want to eat healthy mom, I don’t want my treat.’ He leaves it at the table to go play…jaws drop. Next minute he comes back…’maybe I will eat it  mom.’

“Mom how do those things come out like that? (pointing to my boob)” Ben

William using the word ‘otherwise’ and supposedly at age 4.

“Mom, I’m an artist” said directly after their art session with Mimi. W

“Mom, I like how you are getting dressed.” (one of the rare days I get dolled up). W

“Mom do you know who I love the most? Jesus, you and the baby. Oh and the holy ghost.” W

William talking about something being perfect and Ben saying that only Jesus is perfect. William then says, “ya, He could even make it so your water bottle doesn’t leak anymore Ben!”

William comes out of his room at naptime and says, “Mom, I’m starting to like short naptime because it gives me a chance to think. And I’m starting to think of a really cool picture I could make you.”

Ben frequently asks me to turn on Michael Jackson in the kitchen so we can dance together. He really gets into it. One morning he stopped and said, “Songs like Michael Jackson make me want to be professional dancer mom.” with a huge smile. You go dude!!

Explaining who cupid is and what happens when somebody gets shot with an arrow and William nonchalantly says, “well i fell in love with you before valentines mom.”

As we were reading one evening I pointed out how much I love the smell of books. I had the boys smell to see if they agreed. William stuck his nose right in and after a big whiff said, “mmmmmm that smells like Jesus .”

Halloween 2017

Well that’s life.

Sometimes no matter what you do you get sick.

My husband and I both came down with ‘the bug’ on Saturday morning. Now you might say that because we weren’t throwing up that we didn’t have it as bad and I’d mostly agree with you but we still felt as awful as if we had been. It took until Monday morning till we started feeling better and still today our digestive systems are a little wacky.

Maybe our little grape juice trick helped the wrath kick it down a notch (but was it?) and maybe the special cleaner still does really work but sometimes in life you just get sick. That’s been my lesson this time around. It’s been 5 years since I was sick like this and maybe you just can’t avoid it because well we’re human.

I don’t like it. But I have to live with it.

I will say however that my coping (preventing) methods have increased in number a little. We’ve added in using paper towels to dry our hands instead of cloth ones that harbor bugs for days and some other things like that that help me sleep better at night.

Besides, this little guy (with no name) is coming this month and I feel somewhat panicked to make sure we don’t get sick again and overlap his wonderful entrance into the world with rushing to sanitize the house etc.

Emetophobia really does have it’s challenges. Winter isn’t just a time of holiday’s  and cheer. It’s a time of worry and anxiety because that’s when the virus spreads like wildfire.

I don’t know if I can ‘cure’ myself or if someday I should go to counseling but for now this experience has taught me plenty and I’m sure I have tons more to learn.

But this post is about Halloween right?!

Oh what a Halloween this year has brought. My 5 and 4 year old have been literally counting down the days.

Fortunately, our ward Halloween party fell on a day in between everybody’s illness so we were able to go and enjoy that (don’t worry I pulled out of the chili contest so that we didn’t spread anything unnecessarily).

They had games galore where the kids could win tickets they could then trade in for prizes. They thought it was the best thing since chocolate milk in cereal after eating coco puffs.

When David and I got sick we kept preparing them that there was a chance that mom and dad wouldn’t feel good enough to take them trick or treating. Fortunately, again we were well enough to enjoy that.

But first let me write about their costumes.

I’m such a procrastinator.

I was doing fine when they wanted to be a pumpkin ghost and a spider. Ok, at least I thought I would be fine. But then they both excitedly changed their minds and wanted to be robots instead!

SO pinterest to the rescue!

I’m ALL about homemade costumes. I just love the look and feel of them, they are one of a kind and usually much cuter than anything store bought.

Turned out that homemade robot costumes weren’t something you could throw together in a snap without running all over town getting supplies….or so I thought.

My dear hubby came home that night and saw my despair (afterall this was just a day or so before our friend halloween party where we and the kids were supposed to wear costumes) and he took over.

He literally took one swoop through the house and garage and came back to my pathetic pile self on the floor with everything we needed to make robot costumes. We did need to spend some money on a roll of aluminum tape but that was all! Big spenders! He and the boys waxed creative and had a blast coming up with their costumes.

By the next morning they were done and the boys were ecstatic.

Me, I was thinking, geez how much more white trash can we get?

Ya, they weren’t as cute as some of the ones I’d seen on pinterest but they were done and they were happy so that’s all that mattered. They light up people! How fun is that!

And last night as we were out in the cold and dark trick or treating and literally everyone who passed them on the sidewalks or answered the door said, “Oh those are so cute!” or “That’s cool!” or “Those are the best costumes I’ve seen all night!” I couldn’t help but laughing to myself, ‘wow, and we spent a whopping $10 on tape.’

Another lesson learned.

I was stressing way too much about making the cutest homemade costumes, thinking we had to spend a sum of money etc etc. but it turns out duh that that’s not what halloween is about. Memories are what matters and made plenty of those!

Happy Halloween!

Worship Wednesday

Ever since the day I became a mother I’ve heard the whole “It goes by so fast. Don’t waste a minute” or “Figure out to live in the present and really enjoy childhood because it’s gone too fast”.

I’m just now realizing how true that is.

I’ve lately been pondering about the concept of childhood in terms of eternity.

I believe, because of modern revelation from God to His prophets, that all will be resurrected “The spirit and the body shall be reunited again in its perfect form; both limb and joint shall be restored to its proper frame, even as we now are at this time; …” alma 11

I also believe that woman and manhood are the forms we will take for this glorious time…’the full measure of the stature of its spirit’. And also if a child dies while in childhood that spirit will have the opportunity to develop until it reaches the full measure of the stature of its spirit. This also allows the mother that special opportunity as well. How wonderful right?

So because of that, if my children grow up in this life and become men, this period of time we call childhood really is momentary isn’t it?

Could it be true that Ben and Williams spirit will never again posses the body of a 4 and 5 year old? Will the innocence and essence they posses because of being children really never be seen again? The cuteness?! The excitement of learning something for the first time?! The silliness? Everything that accompanies what is called wonderful childhood…is this to be the ONLY time we ever witness it? Enjoy it?

I don’t really know the answer. I guess from what I’ve learned the answer is yes. I believe I will have more children and that opportunity will always be mine but in the present concerning my Ben and my William…what a eye opener! This could be the only childhood of theirs that I have! That they have!

How much more meaningful do those words of advice to new mom’s mean? A lot. To me anyway.

Could this be why Jesus loved children so much? Because he knew how fleeting and special they were?

I don’t know. But it’s something I’ve been thinking about.

So what does this mean for me? I just pray everyday that I will not take for granted my kids in their childhood and all the special moments that come with it. It helps me do better at appreciating them instead of becoming frustrated and wishing away the hard times. I’m grateful for that.

Southern Salvation

I’ve been struggling this winter.

So much snow. So cold. No yard. Stuck inside. Ugh.

About 2 weeks ago my mom and I were due to go to Southern Utah for the Lights Festival in Mesquite, NV.  It was going to be a quick but very enjoyable and needed break from the Northern cold.

But it didn’t happen. Last minute we decided that trying to schedule our driving times between 2 big snow storms was not worth it. Sad face.

So we planned a make up trip.

My cute cousin Ryan’s wedding + an available home = perfect!!

The wedding was on Saturday so of course we had to go late Tuesday so we would have all day Wednesday thru Sunday!

The home we were able to stay in was one of the many of my uncle’s, FIL. Beautiful. Big. Free. Freaking awesome.

Just across the street was a trail into the red desert where we could hear frogs and crickets.

Rock collecting was the mission of the boys.

Sun basking was mine.

Wednesday after we did the short walk across the street, the boys were drawn (without blame) to the hot tub on the patio. Although it wasn’t warm yet they had a blast splashing around.

First it was rolled up pants and ‘don’t get too wet!’ to underwear and ‘who cares!’

After that we headed to Zions. Wearing the same shirt btw.

The boys fell asleep on the way so we decided to take a Sunday drive. I’ll admit the purpose of where we went was to catch a glimpse of a property for sale in Virgin that I’ve had my eye on. 100 acres for oh only 2.3 million! It looked like paradise. A girl can dream!

So off onto the dirt road we went! Google maps on our side we did our best to decipher where this place could be! About 30 mins later on the dirt road (a rough one at that!) we came to a fortress of a mountain with a pretty iron gate in front of a perfectly manicured gravel road that went up, up, up!!

Probably about 1 mile of switchbacks up the side of this mountain is was brought you to this property. Nope, we didn’t get to go up there. But it didn’t matter. At that point I knew that this is somewhere I’d never want to live. It was way too secluded.

So it was a memorable adventure. Without photos of course.

Zions was wonderful. We saw the 4 Patriarchs and then we did the back side of Emerald Pools. Ben was a champ. He hiked the entire 2+ miles all by himself! Apart from the last little chunk where Mimi gave him piggy back ride because his feet were wet and sandy (crossing river mishap).

William enjoyed himself most of the time on my back in his little carrier.

It was hard to leave but the time came and we headed to IN N OUT for some hamburgers (and shake for mama).

Thursday was a bit more rough.

Let me back up a bit.

Before we left for our trip I was determined and felt inspired to do my best at making it a ‘worry free’ trip. As of late I have been so over worrying. It feels as though worry has consumed my being so there is nothing left but all the horrible possibilities around me.

I have been making progress and getting better. And this trip to me was the perfect place to really put it into use.

Enter Thursday morning. Now, if you asked my mother she would tell you that it wasn’t as bad as I made it out to be. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was. We are on opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to worry. It’s a wonder we all made it as kids to adults. 😉

William was in the hot tub with his cousins (they came down the night before to spend some time). He had his floaties on and I was close by because I knew that he wasn’t perfect with them yet.

Sure enough I noticed (thankfully because it could have been SO easy to miss because he looked upright) that his mouth and nose were under the water and he just couldn’t get in the right position to get out of it. I ran over as fast as possible and those few feet felt like a few miles. I pulled him out and he was struggling. Panicking and coughing in a manner that was concerning…sounded more like barking/vomiting.

Immediately all the what if’s running through my mind. I had read stories of kids who died from second hand drowning. It doesn’t take much water..and chlorine can highly complicate it. Or that’s what ‘they’ said. How much did he get? How would I know? What if? What if? What if?

Worry-free goal down the drain. Flush.

The next hour I was in full fledged worry mode. I spoke with David on the phone. I watched him like a hawk. I read things. Maybe we should give him a blessing? Nope. My gut, whether it was the irrational worry side of me or not said to take him in.

So off to instacare we went. Got there and the line was slow and so non-urgent. I felt uncomfortable.  So back into the car to the ER.

My only other experience with the ER was when Ben broke out in hives late at night as a baby. We didn’t know what they were. My experience here was as positive as it could be. I wanted to run away but knew that I couldn’t.

The doctors and nurses were amazing. They told me that I did the right thing (at least I think they did) and ended up doing a breathing treatment for him. After having that they wanted to monitor him for 2 hours. So that’s what we did!

Another champ right here. No crying at all except to tell me he was really hungry.

Meanwhile brother was with his cousins having a blast at a new park.  An amazing park. A dinosaur park with a life like volcano and a train!

The next day we went back so William could experience the fun and Ben was more than happy to show us around and of course ride the train again!

The doctor said I should look out for pneumonia that could possibly set in a day or two after but luckily as predicted he was just fine.

Thank you Heavenly Father.

I’m still trying to figure out what my lesson was supposed to be thru all that.

I feel like I did a pretty good job with not worrying after that. It was all about fun and memories. Suckers at Christensen’s, Children’s Museum, cartoons on the big screen, dinners at restaurants and more!

The wedding on Saturday was wonderful. I had never been to the Las Vegas temple and in March it was just perfect. I had the littles so I couldn’t go in for the ceremony but it happened so fast that I really didn’t mind.

Look at this cute couple. They don’t get much cuter than that.

I love my family all so much. It’s always great when there is an event like this where we can see each other for a while.

We just did nap times in the car mostly.

After the delicious luncheon we headed back to St. George but first we had to stop in Logandale to see Rob and Chelsea’s new place! And we ended up staying waaaay later than planned. But hey, I wasn’t worried right? 😉

I even let my kids jump on the raised trampoline at 8 pm in the dark, unsupervised. Roll around in the dirt? Sure! 8:30pm? Whatever!

But just like my brother pointed out these will be memories forever in their minds that they just cant help but feel happy about.


Sunday was church in our old ward which was nothing like we expected because it has changed too much. Then lunch with the family up at Grandmas house. More catching up and connecting with loved ones.

Did I mention my joy ride in my Brothers rental?

Ya, he rented a brand new mustang for the trip. He left it with his wife for a few hours. She was in the shower for a few minutes. I was revving down Dixie Dr.

I figured if something happened to me my SIL could say that I didn’t ask her to take it…she didn’t know! HA!

Oh what a beauty.  I do have a weakness for nice cars. I blame it on growing up with boys.


Monday morning we were doomed to be heading back to Logan.


My mom graciously saved our souls for one more glorious day. Afterall we hadn’t even been to Snow Canyon yet!

Monday morning we went on a short hike with some family. The familiar smell of sage and red dirt was like manna to my soul. Why do I love this place so much?!

This day we did do real nap times and boy oh boy did they need them!

After that it was back to Snow Canyon to play in the sand dunes!!

Really, if William was given the choice to do only one thing for the rest of his child life it would be dirt. Anything to do with dirt or sand. Just as long as he’s playing in it. It would be a toss up I’m sure between that and coloring or drawing though.

I do have to throw in this funny story though….

Monday afternoon before we headed to the dunes I wasn’t feel all that great.  A week of eating the way I was (restaurants etc) my guts were feeling it. So I asked my mom if she would stop in the nearest store to get me some fresh ginger I could chew on.

At this charming little market near Snow Canyon out the door comes this cute store clerk with a ginger drink that he swears by….Kombachu. There in the parking lot in my car he lets me look at it and tells me all about how it comes from fresh ginger and how it’s carbonated so it helps with indigestion etc. He was even going to open it up so I could try it! It sounded perfect! So I said, “I’ll do both!”

On the way out of the lot, I unscrewed the lid and took a swig. EH. Something was weird. I screwed the lid back on and looked at it closer. This is what I saw…

Notice the paragraph at the bottom?!


My mom says, “Too bad you read the label you would have had a lot more fun tonight!”


I said, “I thought it smelled funny!

Holy cow, I almost got drunk in St. George. That would have been a funny story to tell the hubby when I got home. And no, I’ve never had alcohol before so I really would have been drunk.

So instead of getting a buzz in the dunes I just chewed on my piece of non alcoholic ginger. And felt much better.

The glorious sun eventually went down behind the mountain and we dragged ourselves home. A simple dinner of carrots, bell peppers and yogurt with oatmeal was had and then bedtime.

The next morning was cleaning time and getting read to leave. For real this time. William hid in the closet. I wanted to join him. Do we have to!!?

It was a wonderful time and really was my salvation at a dire time. It breathed new life into me and I am grateful for that. Next time I just have to bring my husband so I don’t have to miss him.

Thank you MOM for an amazing time!

It’s Pajama Time!

The moon is up, it’s getting late. Let’s get ready to celebrate. It’s pajama time! 

Pull on the bottoms, put on the top. Get yourself set to pajama-dee-bop! It’s pajama time!

Now some are old, and some are new. Some are red and some are blue. some are fuzzy, some are not. But we can all pajammy in whatever we’ve got. It’s pajama time! 

Some are pink and some are green. Some are the ugliest you’ve ever seen. They might be stripey, or polka dot. But we can all pajammy in whatever we’ve got! It’s pajama time!

Pajammy to the left, pajammy to the right. Everybody’s wearing them for dancing tonight! 

Now all around the room in one big line, wearing our pajamas and looking so fine! It’s pajama time!

Hop into bed and turn out the light, you can have a party in your dreams tonight. It’s pajama time! hush hush. It’s pajama time! hush hush It’s pajama time. SHhhhhhhhh Good night. Sleep tight.”

Pajama Time by Sandra Boynton

This book was one of the boys favorite books when they were younger. They loved it right to death actually.

My kids don’t get new clothes very often, and new jammies?! Even less.

We have those footie jammies that we all love and when they outgrow them we just snip off the feet and they become footless jammies! Problem solved! They will last at least another 3 months or more! Sweet!

But we’ve come to a dilemma. They are both at that stage where if needed they can go to the bathroom all by themselves without mom or dad’s assistance, especially in the middle of the night.

However it quickly became apparent that with the zip up jammies this was a bit too difficult. William especially could not get the jammies back on by himself so he would inevitably wake us up.

Sleep is a sacred thing here, for David mostly so we bit the bullet and went jammy shopping! This was easier than taking the effort of teaching the skill of zip up jammies.

The boys were ecstatic! 

It was like Christmas around here again. And now they can’t hide their pleasure everytime it’s jammy time. William has even been seen (on days we don’t make it out of our jammies) to change into a different pair just out of sheer excitement. Like the beloved book says, It’s pajama time! Party time!

Oh the little things. Got to love new jammies. Gotta love these boys.


One day last week it got up to somewhere around 54 degrees. Holy smokes people that is warm around here.

So what did we do?

Dusted off our ‘outing’ clothes and the boys led the way!

They wanted to go where they had found snail shells last fall but I had to remind them they were still 4 feet deep under the snow. But we still had an amazing time.

It felt so good to be out and breathing fresh air and feeling the sunshine on our faces! I felt so happy and I can bet my boys felt the same way.

This winter has been hard…

I hate being cooped up indoors for days on end! And that’s coming from a homebody! It’s just not healthy.

This winter has definitely brought more of my mom out in me….Die cold and frost and snow!! Where is the sun so I can worship it?!

That day got me so excited for sun and warmer days that I became giddy and needed more! I’m a bit ashamed to say it but I even went and lay in a tanning ‘death’ bed so I could feel my pores opening up in pleasure as the warmth was accepted into their deprived little orifices. Oh the vitamin D! It was amazing. And I’ll probably do it again before the snow melts.

Don’t judge. Maybe you should do it too. You could use the Vitamin D.

Now just you wait until the summer heat hits and I’ll probably being singing a different tune…but I can’t imagine it. Not now.

I am grateful for sunshine and for this beautiful earth we get to explore…even if it’s just in little Logan right now.  And I’m grateful for healthy happy boys who love to explore with me.

Quiet Time

Sometimes as a mom I hear myself say the words, “please leave mommy alone for a minute”. Or “no, I don’t want your help, I want to do this by myself”.

I said these things yesterday when I wanted to sit down for a minute and have a few calm quiet moments with my adult coring book and some music.

But the moment I sit down and engage in something for me it’s like a magnet for little hands and eyes. After saying those phrases that I am not so proud of in response to “mom can I help you? Mom can I see?” I hear, “mom can we just sit and watch you?”

Break my heart. What kind of person am I? My boys just want to spend time with me and be around me, can’t I just take it as a compliment?

So I let them sit on the couch with me and they watch.

Eventually I tear out some pages of my coloring book to give them and they commence to quietly color next to me…For the next half hour. Magical!

It ended up being a wonderful memory making time and turns out I have some talented boys! This is from my 4 yr old who didn’t receive any input or help from me.

I love them so much even if they do drive me crazy sometimes and I think it’s safe to say that they love me too which is all I need to know to keep going, doing my best.

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Somehow this was David’s first time to the Pumpkin walk in Logan. I guess the zillion other times I’ve been were with friends and previous boyfriends.

I was disappointed unfortunately because the majority of scenes were painted pumpkins situation and set up as people or animals or skittles.


In previous years the pumpkin scenes consisted of beautifully carved pumpkins that lit up the park. But it was still memorable.



I love this man


I love my family


I love fall




And right now I love Cache Valley. I feel so blessed.


Oh and I also happen to love Snoopy. This is so cute.

Earlier this week we finally carved the pumpkins that we brought home from the local patch.

We decided to do it at Mimi and Papa’s new house. I love this tradition! And Mimi loves the seeds at the end!



Isn’t it funny that even though they are the kids’ pumpkins the parents (and Papa) do all the work?

They turned out pretty great right? William has randomly become obsessed with Batman. Have no idea why, he hasn’t even seen the show or the movie or anything.

Funny kid.



Love the fun pumpkin glow on the cool fall evening!


Happy Fall!! Happy Halloween!