New Year Resolutions

The new year is just a couple of hours away and I haven't had much time to think about what my resolutions will be this year. There are so many things...where should I begin?

Better eating habits
regular reading of the scriptures
help others feel welcome into the area
organize...my room, my craft room, my home, my life...
holding my tongue more, and listening better
forgiving
including Heavenly Father more in my life
doing more with my children and a little less with the computer

Well, I am sure you get the idea. I have a lot to work on, just like everyone else. My goal is to take it one day at a time, one moment if I have to. And when I mess up I am going to remind myself the next moment, is a clean slate. I will brush off and try again. Happy New Year! I hope you all have a wonderful year filled with the spirit of Christ, his love and atonement.

I have been enjoying this Christmas season! It has been a white Christmas here in my neck of the woods. Everyone seemed to enjoy the gifts they received. I know I did. I got some Jacks, a candle that crackles like a live fire, crafting stickers, a movie trio you would all be jealous of and a sign saying "No empty Chairs". As you can see I was spoiled rotten.

We missed having the girls home this year, but we did have them over Thanksgiving, welcoming their Brother home. So...well, we have next year to look forward to.

My highlights this Christmas were these:

While putting up decorations my three year old came across an ornament of herself at 18 mos. She informed her now 18 mo. old brother "that was me when I didn't look like myself."

Christmas shopping with the kids was fun, their reasoning for the choice of gifts is something to behold.

Watching the children's eyes light up as they discovered each of their gifts.

Breakfast was being decided one morning, and this is the conversation you could have over heard: I can't find any frozen burritos." an older brother replies "then fix yourself a tortito." I have yet to find out what that is, though I am sure it is tasty.

And of course there is the little man who received more cars than he can carry in his little hands...lol....but he has to take them every where.

Christmas was enjoyable. I hope yours was as well. May the spirit, treasured memories and blessings of Christmas follow you into this fresh new year.

A Tid-bit of Knowledge Shared from a Three year old

My little girl comes up to me this morning with the bright eyes of discovery. With the great joy of discovering a new knowledge, she says:

"Mom, do you know how people get big butts?"

"Um...how?"

As if explaining the obvious to me she says:

"They hold their poop in."

It's so simple, why did I never see it that way?You have to admit, children have a perspective that comes from innocents that we have some how lost our selves. It is fun to be reminded of their innocents, we get our chuckles and are reminded of simplicity through the sharing of their thoughts, learnings and understandings.

Christmas Time is Here

I was talking with my boys the other day about Christmas. The Media is trying to make it all about the "gift-giving". "You need to buy this, and this and this to make your friends and family happy." It is all about the bling-bling.

Scrooge is not what I am shooting for in this entry. However, I have been thinking of the true meaning of Christmas. We have the opportunity to celebrate the gift of a loving Heavenly Father this time of year. He sent his Beloved Son to us, wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. He came to us humbly.

Trying to explain the true meaning of Christmas to a three year old is a bit tricky. I was taking her Christmas shopping and she wondered why she had to but gifts for everyone else, and not herself. I tried to explain that giving gifts to others is our gift to the Savior. It is a way we can remember His gift to us.

From the gifts of the Savior's birth come the gift to repent and be forgiven when we deviate from our intended direction. We receive the gift of being able to return to a Father who loves and adores us. I am so thankful for the Savior and the blessings I have in my life through His teachings and example. I hope I can teach my children the true meaning of Christmas and not get caught up in the halla baloo of "gift giving". Remembering the love of our Savior, our older brother, is the meaning of this holiday. It is a time of thanks and gratitude.

Now, I do believe the giving of gifts can be a way of showing our thanks or gratitude. Also it can be an opportunity to teach our children to serve. As the Savior taught us through his service to those he encountered, we too have opportunities. This doesn't mean we need to go into unnecessary debt to show our love. Simple acts of service and love are greater than gifts purchased at the store. This year and the one to come I am going to look for opportunities to serve others, and show them love. This is what the Savior did for us.

Oh my goodness, you can tell the holidays are here, the schedule is beginning to fill it's self quite nicely.

We enjoyed having everyone together this past week. This year I am behind on my shopping, I am beginning to feel the crunch. I really dis-like Christmas crowds. Those of you who have worked in retail, or are, may understand my feelings.

I am looking forward to seeing family and friends through the get togethers that are on the calendar. Here come the Holidays, hold on tight and enjoy the ride, for it only happens once a year.

Welcome Home

To start, saying this past week was an adventure would be but a bit of an understatement. We had people sing about us; while asking for money, watched a group of women dance and play percussion instruments, had some misunderstandings (on my behalf) in which we encountered costs more than we had planned, enjoyed haggling with the locals on our purchases, saw an area of our missionary, and enjoyed one of his favorite treats. Rode the Metro, and the bus system (I must say it was quite bumpy, oh the memories that returned...*sigh*)

I had someone ask if I was a Brazilian, so I still have the language a little at least.

Some of the funnies were when one of us walked into a mirror, another just about had an elevator door close on them. We had a problem with wet pj's one night, and some other chuckles.

The food was great! we had churrascaria, pizza, strognauf, beans and rice, salad, tons of breads, corn pudim, and their fruit...M-M-M! They have a new fruit I liked, Luxia. It looked like a soft walnut maybe, but the center was a milky white sweet delight! I was reminded of how great their fruit juices are. We have great food here in the states, however I must say there are great things out there in other countries! (Things we can't even begin to compete with in some instances.)

The rain was warm and fun to walk in, we experienced quite a lot of it! I had forgotten that the weather could change so quickly! We actually own several umbrellas due to the weather change in inconvenient timing...lol!

I had a great time. However, the greatest part was returning to our children. Our three year old had given her sister a run for her money, and the one year old was an angel. I missed out on some great adventures here as well. Our ten year old had brought home a lot of his art work, he is quite the artist in deed! Our seventeen year old has been a great assistant in helping his sister with the kids. Have I told you, these kids give great hugs! Oh, how good it is to be cack.

Travel

I am here in my old stomping grounds in Sao Paulo Brasil. The food is as good as I remember it and the people haven't changed. They are just as helpful and kind as I remember them.

My little ones are with their big sister, and I am wishing my 3 yr old would show some mercy to her sister. My children are taking steps with out me right now. I am looking forward to seeing them again.

From the Mouths of 3 year olds

My three year old asked " Mom, can I do craps in your crap room?"

My first thought: What is done in the crap room should stay in the crap room. However, what she really wants is to do crafts in my craft room.

Just thought that might put a smile on your face. It did mine.

Random Thoughts, Here They Come!

Here are a few of my thoughts these days. Here goes! I am excited to be having our missionary returning to us here for the holidays. At the same time I am nervous. I know, it will be an adventure, we will have to get a new schedule for laundry, marinating in the tub, and our food bill will probably go up a bit. Its all good, I just have a hard time with change, good or bad sometimes. I am comfortable having a rhythm is all, it'll be back and then something else will come along. That is what keeps the world a turning. Right? of course. I am looking forward to having everyone home even if it is for just a couple of days, I want the little ones to be close to the bigger ones, because when things boil down, family is all we really have. I have been looking over the year and feel like I have accomplished a lot this year, even if it is not over. I have started several scrapbooks for the children, made two quilts, I am finishing an afghan I started while pregnant with my first. (That'll be one less unfinished project haunting me.) My kitchen is finished (though most of the credit there goes to my Lovey. Mainly I just pulled down wall paper, and helped a little with the back splash.) I have 2/3 of the wall paper tore out of the master bath (that project was started early spring, maybe I will finish by early spring this next year?) Hmm...My craft room looks organized, at least the boxes have been removed. The guest room is ready for when the kids come home, beds have been made and there is very little navigation around boxes, seeing as the craft room and the guest room are one and the same. Potty training check will probably be next year however, but then maybe there will be two at the same time...we can always hope. This year I was a bit better on being physically active though, there is plenty of room for improvement. So, there you go, some of my thoughts these days. Pretty darn exciting eh? Well, maybe more exciting next time. Any way, I hope life is treating you as well.

Parenting isn't Always Easy

Last Saturday I was listening to a talk in Stake Conference. The whole meeting was centered around the importance of family. The roles of parents, children and husbands and wives. All of the talks were really good, but one stood out more than the others. Maybe because it is close to my heart.

Here is the quote I want to share. I am going to share some feelings afterwords. They aren't doctrine, but I believe them strongly.

"Our responsibility is to love and care for each other"

As Husband and wife we need to love and care for each other, we need to be a strength to one another. We need to support one anothers' growth in the gospel. For each other and our children.

As Parents we need to love and care for our children. No one else can the way we can.

It seems like there has been a lot of awareness on abuse. Both towards children and spouses. This saddens me. People are becoming so selfish and insensitive to the lives of others. It is nothing to torment and kill a child or spouse. I find it hard.

Children are entrusted, by a Heavenly Father who loves them, to us. Now I know He is aware of each of his children, we have been told by a modern day prophet.

President Gordon B. Hinckley (1910–2008): “Never forget that these little ones are the sons and daughters of God and that yours is a custodial relationship to them, that He was a parent before you were parents and that He has not relinquished His parental rights or interest in these His little ones. … Rear your children in love, in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Take care of your little ones. Welcome them into your homes, and nurture and love them with all of your hearts. They may do, in the years that come, some things you would not want them to do, but be patient, be patient. You have not failed as long as you have tried” (“Words of the Living Prophet,” Liahona, May 1998, 26–27; “Excerpts from Recent Addresses of President Gordon B. Hinckley,” Ensign, July 1997, 73).

I guess, my thoughts are that as parents, we may be the only ones who are going to stick up for our children. If we don't, no one else will. Sometimes we have to put aside our own fears to help these little ones feel safe and secure, in other words, loved, and cared for. That is our responsibility. If we don't we are letting them down, we are failing them.

How much are you Loved?

Our three year old is beginning her own little tradition of expressing her love towards family members. She begins by saying "I love you." It can be quite traumatic at times, especially when it is her father leaving.

It goes something like this: "I love you forever!" then she will say "I still do!" and then she turns on the water works and will say " I really, really do!" and then it will repeat its self a time or two with some sobbing waves out the window as the family member pulls away or walks away to school.

This morning there was a twist to this tradition that I thought might be fun to share.

As our 11 year old was heading out the door, he went along with the whole tradition and decided to add at the end his response: "I love you gargantuously!" I think he was hoping it would be a mutual sentiment.

Instead our three year old responds "I don't, not that much." guess he will just have to settle and be happy with "forever".

I hope you all had a great Halloween, I know we did. We took the munchkins and their 11 year old big brother out trick or treating and had fun. Our 11 year old was dressed like an old man and quite proud of his costume, it consisted of pants not quite long enough, a white button-up shirt and suspenders, baby-powder in the hair and an old cane. He was very good to act more like a nerd when we came to older persons homes as to not offend them...LOL!

My 3 year was a fairy princess, I made her a tutu, she wore a leotard, and some wings we got on clearance last year for less than a dollar. At each house she politely told each candy giver she "would like to pick out her own candy, thank you."(we were rather embarrassed, I still shake my head at the thought.

Our 1 year old was dressed as a cow. He wasn't quite sure what to think of the whole idea, but was very keen on getting candy given to him. (His sister always takes things from him, this was all his own! Yes!)

The two little ones pooped out way sooner than the 11 year old. When we returned home we had a pinata so he could enjoy a little more candy... for the sacrifice of coming home early. Everyone seemed to have a great time over all.

Potty Training Atempt Three?

Well, we did great with the potty training. Until my trip to visit family, when I returned it was back to ground zero. Aren't there some rules against that? Seriously, I guess I shouldn't have bragged so soon. Maybe I will give it a whole week next time. Sigh.

Other than that we are having cold and wet weather. I enjoy fall. It seems this year the leaves fell before they changed. It is supposed to be a wet one this year says the almanac...(I wonder if they were including my daughter in that? hmm, maybe I should be paying closer attention. Lol)

That is this weeks excitement, sorry there isn't any more. I hope you are all having a marvelous fall!

I came home from a great weekend with family. I thoroughly enjoyed my time out there. My eldest Step-Daughter fit me into her busy schedule and let me hang out with her and her room-mates, they were a blast! I was able to spend time with my sisters and their children. I was able to get a little time in with my parents and some time to myself.

But the greatest part was coming home to my little ones and being able to watch them! Being able to hug my hubby and sleep in my own bed, returning home is always looked forward to.

Lifes Lesson on Assumtions

It seems like we are given some great blessings, and they come unexpectedly. This weekend I am out visiting family and decided to visit my eldest Step-Daughter.

I will admit there are some insecurities I still feel at times with the older children. Foremost I always worry that they might think I am trying to take their mothers place. Also I never want to say something that can be taken as it isn't intended. I admire and respect their mother. She was a friend of mine. Another thing is I never want to assume. I fail at this one more often than not. I find myself doing it so I can justify or explain a behavior for myself. So its a personal thing.

This weekend I have discovered that I tend to be more in the direction of negative when I do make these, my assumptions. This is by no means meant to be a bragging statement, nor justification for my discovery. My assumptions I have made are those of a pessimist. Dang it. I have been wanting to be positive and up beat lately.

So on to the blessings. I was with my step-daughter and her room mates. They, like my girl have lost a parent, they refer to themselves as half-orphans. I was chatting with one of these girls and it was like the windows of heaven were opened for me in an area I have struggled with.

I had assumed that one of my girls is struggling with loyalty issues. This was the explanation I gave myself so I wouldn't take things personal. However, in the instance I am thinking of, this isn't the case at all. Instead, it turns out that my LIG (loyalty-issues-girl)is merely afraid of Murphies law (darn law, I'm not a big fan of Murphy either, his laws stink.) She simply didn't want to share something and then have disappointment to follow. Can I blame her? Nope. So, there was nothing directed towards me as the step-mother-of-doom after all.

You see, this summer she opened up with me on some things, it felt great being included in her friendship circle. Then it seemed like suddenly I was cut off, could no longer be trusted. It had really stunk, I thought I had got my foot in the door per-se and then the door had been slammed.

It is painful to admit, I love thinking that I know more than I really do sometimes. however, I sure love it when I find I am wrong in some of my assumptions, especially like this.

Why is it so natural to worry about one's self, to put up a protective shield when there really is no threat? All this does is make it hard for me to get to know these girls. Or for that matter, for them to get to know me. Seems to be the lesson I get over and over again. I hope to learn it sometime soon and move onto another one of life's lessons.

Potty Training Update...

I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!!! I am afraid to say it out loud, cause I would hate to put a curse on things. However, we have gone 72 hours with only two accidents! Neither of them were major! So for all you mothers out there who have been potty training forever, there is hope, hang in there! And you too will be able to celebrate! Just thought you might be interested.

Signing off, one happy mom.

Fall is Here!

Fall is no longer upon us, it is here! It came quickly this year. Usually my husband tries to go a month without turning on the heater. However, yesterday he said its getting cold enough we ought to keep the little ones warm. This morning was the moment I decided to take him up on it.

I love this time of year, when you can lay in your toasty covers and enjoy the warmth, and then feel the cool crispness of the morning . Cool floors and a nip in the air, it a beautiful time of year!

I love dressing my little ones in Jackets and long sleeve shirts, pulling out their pants and little hoodies. Seeing rosy little cheeks and bright little eyes, means only one thing! The Holidays are nearly here! This year we will be celebrating as a whole, our Missionary will be home for the holidays, we can hardly wait! Older Siblings are waiting on the edges of their seats, younger ones with great anticipation. The youngest will find out what a great older brother he has. This Holiday season is going to be the greatest up to date I believe! So bring it on!

Thought of a Wicked Step-Mother

Back when I first married I thought of writing a book. The purpose of my book would be to let other wicked-step-mothers-of-doom know they were not alone and that they could make it.

You see, when I was dating my husband I had many people come up to me and tell me my step children were going to hate me for up to 7-8 years. I had others tell me with our age difference there would be problems. Everyone had advice. As they always do (myself included.)

With in just the first year and a half I had many chapters. Some of the chapters were about conflicts I had with our children, some were about miss understandings between my husband and I. But many more were about triumphs and blessings I had felt as we began to mesh together.

After having writen several chapters, a cousin of mine was out visiting. She showed interest in my book, So I asked her to read and critique my writing.

When she had come to the end of my third chapter, I asked for her opinion. She said "I don't see any difference from your experiences and mine." She then explained that many mothers have the same conflicts, misunderstandings and frustrations along with common blessings and triumphs. Boy, that was a reality check for the time, I had almost felt like I had been slapped in the face...seriously. Had I had wasted my time?

Over time her telling me this has brought me much comfort. It has helped me take things less personal (though I still have to remind my self this with even my own children.) It has helped me think that it is very possible that their mother would have felt the same feelings I have if she were here. I then wonder how she would deal with it. Don't get me wrong, we are two very different people, but we do have these children in common, and their best interest at heart.

My book has been put to the side, but I hope that this blog can help other step-Mothers who have their step-children's best interest at heart know they are not alone. It is very possible that many of the children's mothers have gone through the very paces these clever children try to put you through.

Everyone's situation is a bit different. Some are more difficult for whatever reason. However, I solemnly believe if you and your husband act as a team, supporting one another's decisions on raising and up bringing, and include Heavenly Father who knows these children better than either you or your spouse, you will see more silver linings than not. These children you have been given steward ship over will recognize you have their best interest at heart. It is like those many scriptures that ask us to endure to the end. Blessings will be dispersed along the way, along with many tender mercies. With clouds and rain come rainbows and sunshine.

From the mouths of babes...comes humility...*sigh*

Why is it that a child can humble you quicker than lickity split? My daughter was using one of my phrases this week, only with a different tone of voice and it sounded very belittling. Guess I'll be looking for a new phrase. Dang, this whole humility thing can be a bit painful at times.

How Time Flies!!!

Can you believe we are already planning for the month of October? Milk is expiring 2 weeks into October. It seems like we were just beginning the year Just over a month ago. So much has happened and still more is to come. It seems like we try to cram everything we missed into the last 2-3 months of the year, they are always here and gone before we can take a breath.

I look at my two little ones and think it wasn't that long ago that I was bringing them home from the hospital. Yet I know there are many of you readers who have little ones that are now in College, Married and having children of their own. There are some of you who have not reached that point but are working towards it. You have the privilege of watching younger siblings and those you babysat grow.

What is interesting to me is how I remember being watched by others as I grew. Now I am on the end of watching. I am watching little boys pass the sacrament, little girls join Young Womens. My children are babysat by the youth I once babysat. I am watching friends raise families of their own, or continuing their education, beginning careers of their own, making the best of what they have.

Many times while barbering I would have the little old men who have experienced it all tell me "Wait until you are my age, then you will see time fly!" I wonder why that is, when we get older time does seem to go by faster.

As a kid I remember thinking Christmas was every 6 years or so. About this point in life it seems just shorter than year. How will it feel when I am in my eighties I wonder.

Well, there you have it, a quandry if a Wicked Step-mother.

Still Potty Training...*sigh*

Well, As you can tell by my title, we are still potty training. Seriously I felt like I was going to explode today! I am tired of scrubbing poopy pants! How can you get a 3 year old to understand this? I guess just wait patiently until they are a mother and tell them what everyone tells you: "It will happen, you don't see kids entering High school with the problem."
Until that day I have come up with yet another brilliant idea. How brilliant? time tells all right?

So My little 3 year old is into Tinker Bell right now. I am lucky, they have Tinker undies! So after my hubby researched (once again) all he could, we came up with this line of defense. We have made a chart she can add stickers to each time she performs her duty with out being reminded. One time she gets the privilege of placing a sticker. Two times she can watch one of her T.V. shows. With four in a row she earns herself a beautiful pair of Tinker Bell under pants! Now, I hope this one works, by mid-October we will have been at this for a year.

A Moment's thought

Last night I was watching our Sr. playing with our 1 year old and I was thinking to myself how lucky the 1 year old is to have his older brothers around. His sister is pretty lucky too, for that mater. Then I thought to myself how lucky I am to have been blessed with such great step-children. Their mom isn't here to brag about them. However, there is no doubt in my mind that she is up stairs pointing down saying "Those are my kids! aren't they the best!" and I am sure there are many who are, and would agree with her.

One of Many of Life's lessons

This week I was talking with a friend of mine. In our conversation I expressed how I enjoy having friends over, and how I was feeling bad because I felt like some friends weren't reciprocating the way I thought they ought to. She then shared with me how she and her husband are more home bodies, they aren't very social.

After our conversation and on my way home I began thinking. I would have never guessed that she and her husband were home bodies. They have had us over, and they are always having my son over to play with their son. Then I began to think about the other friends I have had over at times. They have been there for me and my family in many situations, maybe that is their way of showing their gratitude or appreciation of our friendship.

Maybe there are others in our circle who don't feel social as well. These people enjoy visiting with others when they are invited but may feel like it is out of their comfort zone to do something simular for one reason or another. It could be like this friend of mine, they simply enjoy being home with family and aren't thinking about who they should have over this up coming weekend.

Then I began to think a little deeper about how this friend seems to have a good time when she comes over. I know I appreciate it when she has my son over. I appreciate my friends who are there to help me in a moments notice or who just listen to me chat their ear off. So there are many ways friends of mine have reciprocated and I just have been unacknowledging.

This whole thing has brought a different perspective on why we are so different and how each of us has something to contribute. I am hoping my friends have enjoyed our get togethers. Because I am beginning to appreciate more the attributes they bring to our circle of friendship, if everyone was like me think of how tiring it would be to get together all of the time. Think of how much this world would be missing, especially in the areas I am lacking.

I am thankful for the patience others have for me as I learn these life lessons.

Motherhood

I have had all of these thoughts go through my head at one time or another. I love being a mother! I love watching my children grow like weeds and experiencing each new day.

However, I have moments when I think It would be nice to work out side of the home. There are so many "benefits". I think I could have extra money. People would recognize my accomplishments. My productivity would be higher. Talking to adults would be something that took a majority of my time, jibberish would be part time. Some one else could do the potty training, I would just do follow up. My house would be cleaner, cause no one would be there to mess it up.

Then after letting these thoughts roll around on the brain I realize there would be many things I would miss, they would pass me by. For example I might miss my children's firsts. Someone else would be there to wipe tears when they fall down and skin their knee. I would miss their coming home from school and telling me about their day, the good or bad. They would be raised with someone else's expectations, values, principles, maybe even morals. They might turn to someone else when they are hurt. I would miss out on many of the little things they say in innocence. I would miss hearing them play with each other, laughing at each other, even if it is out of mischievousness. There is so many things I would miss. Numbering them would be impossible.

I have come to the conclusion in all of this thinking, that I am lucky to be home with my little ones. There are many out there who would love the chance and for one reason or other aren't able.

Don't get me wrong, many times a day I catch myself praying for patience, confort, creativity, patience again, words, a sense of humor, patience, knowledge, understanding, a blind eye, patience....I think you get the idea. I pray for these and many other blessings in my day to day. That is how I do it. I am not always perfect, in fact often I fall quite short. But, I do find comfort in the tought that there are others experiencing this season of life the same as I.

These are just a few of my thoughs as of late. Did I mention that I have to pray for patience?

Righteous Desires.

Today I have been contacted or read two messages that have warmed my heart. Two dear friends of mine are single and looking. Can you blame them. I think God made us so we are happier with a partner.

So the first was a blog I read. It is Annie's for any one who would like to get the full feel of what she has written. Just click on her link below and it will take you directly to her blog. She is beginning to have the "hind sight is 20/20". I am so glad for her, it seems to make things a little bit easier when what you feel you want seems so out of reach.

Heavenly Father is so aware of our greatest desires. He is so aware of what is best for us as well. I think sometimes we look in picture windows that other peoples lives behold and want those things for ourselves. This brings me to my second contact today.

I have a friend who has had the 20/20 shown to her. She had a great guy, I was even caught up in his glamor. Luckily instead of listening to me and others she was patient and waited for Heavenly Fathers Okay. She didn't get what she was hoping for but is realizing what a blessing this unanswered prayer was.

I am so glad that when people take the time to receive His answers, that the blessings are greater than we can even begin to imagine. He really does love each of us individually, He really is aware of our greatest needs and desires. He sees the whole picture, not just a portion of it.

Funny Words

Here are a two funny things my 3 yr. old has been heard to say this past week.

"I love Boogers!" we were all flabbergasted until she finished her thought "Especially the ones with lettuce and tomatoes!"

"Karie is my English friend." Karie has the same accent we have, so I'm not quite sure how she earned this title.

We are still working on potty training. I can't wait till she gets it. Until then I will just appreciate when we have more than 24 hours of clean and dry undies.

My little man has discovered his ability to spin and is climbing on everything. Yesterday at the park He climbed all of the way up a play set at the park. When he reached the top he was nearly 3 feet above my head. He looked like he thought he was the bomb. What can I say. he was. Unlike his sister, he loves adventure, he loves the swings and the big twirly slide. Who needs those ninny slides that are only 4 or 5 feet. He is quite adventuresome.

My Sr. in High school seems to be enjoying school this year, he is excited about one of his classes and finding it to be a challenge. He is getting to create a civilization from scratch, thus coming up with rules of trade, laws, and everything that comes with creating a civilization. He started on the project early thinking he had a great idea(which he did) and discovered the group he is working with have a lot of different ideas. It will be interesting to see how it all turns out.

Our Middle Schooler is doing alright in school, he isn't so excited about it. I'm not sure if it is the influence of friends or just a tough year. I am having a difficult time because he has reached the stage where "he does no wrong" and "I am constantly making things up to make him miserable". I figure if I am the worst thing that happens to him this year, life should be pretty good.

That is our house hold for the moment. Hope yours is good and well.
The Wicked Step-Mother-of Doome

Potty Training Update...

Doododoodo.dodooodo.Doodoot!

Radio announcers voice:
This just in! We have made it just over 40 hours with out any accidents, so there is improvement. It is possible that the next update will be a longer time span. Translation, there is hope for us, We will be down to changing only one child instead of two! That and some sanity time. Just an update for any one who cares.

Hope you all have a day as good as that! If not, well, then better by golly-G.

Note to reader. Just before this update is when the record was broke by a hiding child found with stinky pants. I will say however I am proud of the youngling for holding up so long, 40 hours is a miracle noticed! Yay for improvement!

Back to School

Well, school has began for the two boys, and my husband is back to his office hours. That leaves me with the two little ones. I am both excited, and no so much. The Two little ones are handling the first day good so far. We will see how it goes. It will be nice to have a schedule again.

Potty training is getting a bit better, we have gone from 6-8 pairs of panties a day to 2-3! Yay! With only one night of wet sheets in the past couple of weeks I am considering myself quite lucky! We are doing M and M's, seems to be doing the trick this time.

The women's group I am apart of is starting a walking program this week, I am excited about it, It will be great to have some other ladies to walk with! and children for mine to play with. I have to say, I love this church! It is so well rounded! Heavenly Father really is aware of our every need.

That is what is going on today. I hope you all have a great day yourselves!

Moment of Truth on my Moment of Truth

Well, my ambition lasted all of two weeks. My shoulders are slumped in shame. (As I finish the last peanut butter-chocolate chip cookie...finger lick'n good.) Okay, I am renewing my vigor to eat right and feel good, starting up again today...this very moment. Here goes.

Mom 101

Not seriously, but let me tell you. having two little ones with minds of their own and them all to myself with daddy away...*sigh*, I can hardly wait for his return!

Honestly the feelings today were something to experience: "What, another plate of food on the floor?!" "It's no wonder you are hungry, you your food is all on the floor rather than in your stomach." "Why are you pouring milk on the floor like that? cows don't grow out of the floor boards." "No, spaghetti sauce is not the new rave in the lotion department, why is it all over your arms and legs like that?" "Princesses do not flick their food all over the kitchen like that!" "You know, you were in front of the toilet...why is there a puddle under you? You can't pee like your brothers." "The trash stays in the trash can, we don't need this kind of remodeling done." "You didn't need help making the mess...." *sigh* oh, I could go on. I feel like I have got nothing accomplished to day. Only ranting and raving.

some rambl'ns in the noggin

Well, still working on potty training. Got the bunk-beds up for the two little gypsies, they love 'em. My little man can now get himself out of bed and doesn't have to wait for someone to rescue him! Haven't worked much on my scrapbooking. Would like to be feeling like myself again, that would be nice. Need to remember to get my eleven year old to pictures, and signed up for everything. Want him to feel comfortable in middle school. I will have a Sr. at home this year! Yikes! watch out world! We will be picking up our missionary this winter and I am stoked, back to my stomping grounds! The older girls are having things fall into place for them, I am happy for them both! Oh, the days! The garden has been plentiful this year, I've just about had too much corn on the cob, but not quite. am enjoying the squash and zucchini, who would have guessed there were so many great ways to eat it! Brownies, cassarole, lasagna, bread, stir fry, with pasta, and the list is growing. My house is the cleanest it has been since I moved in. I need to get my sewing machine fixed so I can finish a project. I am cutting back on facebook, need to find more productive things to do with my time. Have enjoyed roasting marshmellows with family and friends this month. One of the joys of a fire pit. So many things to look forward to, it is great! Life is good for the most part.

Potty Training Atempt two

Well, we are back to potty training, pretty exciting stuff I tell you. This time we are doing a bit better. My little princess has stayed dry 3 nights in a row. Its the day time that is getting me! I'm not sure if she just gets too involved with things and forgets, doesn't feel it, of if she is just lazy. I am trying a reward system. The problem is sometimes she simply does not care. There you go, this weeks endeavor. Wish me luck and plenty of patience.

Dreams do Come True

My daughter was talking with me and her grandfather tonight. She told her grandpa that she was going to be a mommy someday, just like me. Oh, what a warm fuzzy, my heart just about melted right there at that very moment.

Then I thought for a moment and decided this might be a perfect teaching moment, so, I added: "You are going to be a good mommy, you just have to wait until you find a good man and get married first." I realize she is three and this may be going a bit (if not a lot) over board, oh well.

She quickly replied "I am going to have a good man, because daddy is going to be my husband."

She really does have a good daddy. She and both of her sisters have realized this. I am one lucky mommy, a very blessed wife! And there are some young men out there who have some hefty shoes to fill.

Thoughts of a Wicked Step Mother

At times I feel like the odds are overwhelmingly against me. This whole stepmother thing really stinks at times. First of all Disney paints us all to be selfish hags. Then there are the step parents who live up to that portrayal and then some. Finally, there is the picture the children paint for themselves.

The last of these is the hardest to disprove, because your motives aren't possibly and simply because you care for that child. Some how they have this warped concept it is only to make yourself look good in the public eye.

I don't believe I am the only step parent who feels this way. Deep down, I think there are many step parents out there who care for the children that have been placed in their care just as their own. Five of these children have been placed in my stewardship. All different ages, thank goodness, and each with different needs.

When I married my husband I knew it would be an adjustment. Not just for myself but for the children. However, what I find to be interesting is that the one child I thought would be easier for me isn't. With this one child I had some history and thought it might be to my favor if I dare. maybe that is why it hurts more when this child does little jabs here and there. It is done subtly and possible with out intention.

I realize these children hurt. They have lost their mother, their friend and confidante. Nobody can take her place. Nobody can erase her either. She has left a piece of herself with each of her children, whether through looks, attitude, testimony, love for history, or love for animals. I see and recognize her hand in their up bringing.

For the record, I am not trying to erase her or take her place. I am not trying to take credit for the raising she has done. Any one who knows of our situation knows this. Any one who knows the older children would also know there is no way I could be their mother seeing how there is only a seven year difference between the eldest and myself.

I guess the reason I am writing this is that if I put it out there people can know they aren't alone. On either side of the situation. The problem with this is it is one sided, you don't have the perspective of the children and young adults involved and neither do I. With that lack of information I am sure there have been many times I have stepped on toes. For this reason that is why I have felt like my toes have been stepped on as well.

One thing I find intriguing is, everyone warns you when you marry that your spouse will be from a different upbringing, you both will have to meet in the middle. What I never realized is that when you marry into a premade family, you aren't just getting one different upbringing but as many as there are individuals. Everyone has a different understanding, a different way of dealing with things, even when they are raised by the same two individuals. Some of these differences come from age and experience, some from perspective and personal value. What ever it is, the same situation when presented can be understood so differently.

I should have noticed this before in my own up bringing. Each of my siblings and I have such different perspectives on how we were raised and things we experienced together, there are things I remember that my siblings don't and vice versa. we perceived things so differently it amazes me at times. But any way, continuing with the original purpose of this entry...

Life isn't all about me, I am finding that out more and more each day. With that being the case, can I put it out there that even though it isn't all about me, I do have feelings. Sometimes I react to those feelings rather than act on them as I should. But I do have feelings all the same. I do my best to remember that these children have feelings as well.

Sometimes I wish I could just put my feelings aside. I think it might make life easier. But then people would think I was insensitive. Sometimes I feel like it is lose, lose. Then I remember there is someone who experienced it all with me. That brings me comfort. Thank you for your time and have a good night.

Moment of Truth

I am going to put myself in the raw on here today. Mainly this is for me. I just need to put it out there and in writing.

In the past two and a half years I have put on 30 pounds. Everyone tells me I carry it well and am looking good after having two children. That is nice. However, this year my 17 year old was taking some pics of my birthday and as I looked through them I thought "ugh...well, a camera does add 10 pounds, I'm alright."

Today I was getting my oil changed. As I waited I was reading a magazine, I happened to glace up and noticed the woman across from me. My first thought was, "that woman sure could use a diet, she looks more than frumpy." Then I had the nerve to take a second glance. 'That woman' happened to be me in a mirror.

Now at an oil stop they are not trying to sale diet things, exercise things, etc. So they wouldn't have put up a mirror used in a fun house at the fair. Dang. *sigh* So there was my reality check for today.

On the up side of all of this I have a plan. It took me at least two years to put this weight on so it isn't going to come off in a week or two, so I'm going to have to be patient. But here is what I am planning for my self:

1. I am going to keep a daily journal of my intake.
2. I am going to cut back on portions, and snacks.
3. I am going to make opportunities for myself to exercise, no more excuses.
4. I am going to take control.

I was talking to a friend of mine who teaches healthy living classes. Here are a few things he shared with me. Ignore the low fat, fat-free labels. While they can be of help, you just need to pay attention to the calorie intake. So what should be the average intake for a woman? He said about 1700 calories a day. Minimal 1200.

It has always been a fear of mine to be a calorie counter, I never wanted to look like I had an eating disorder. In the past I did have one, and was blessed it didn't get out of control for too long. Today I have decided there is not a problem with counting calories. I am going to do this. I hope I can report to you in less than 2 years that I have reached my goal.

There are two reasons I am saying two years. First it took me that long to get here, and second, I am planning on having one more child sometime next year. *sigh* Wish me luck, I am beginning right now.

Potential

Something about myself is I am a people watcher at times. I love to observe people and try to understand where they are coming from. Some of life's experiences has helped me understand things from a perspective I may not have looked at before. I am not claiming to know everything, and I am not always correct, and I have yet a lot to learn.

My daughter has been in swim lessons the past two weeks. She has come quite a ways, I am proud of her accomplishments. She is in a class where one of the parents need to be accompanying her in the pool. I have been the lucky one to see her progress.

There is another child in the class whose parent is always yelling at him and the other kids who join them. The parent also has a foul mouth. Everyone has a right or reason for their own behavior. I try not to judge, for it could be he way this person was raised, it could be a factor of many things.

Many times when I see a parent like this I wonder how the children are treated behind closed doors. I know this parent cares for the child, otherwise the child would not be in swimming lessons. But I wonder if this parent knows how other parents perceive the out word appearance that is being presented.

People who don't use foul language most times have a higher education and/or opinion of themselves. People who take the time to listen usually don't have to yell, because the same courtesy is returned towards them. When they aren't yelling all of the time, the children will know more when a situation is more serious.

Now, I know this isn't always the case, my three year old is constantly testing if I am paying attention. I myself have resorted to yelling more than once. it seems when this is the case it becomes a power of the wills rather than the positive out come it could be otherwise. When I take the time to listen or explain 'why', the out come is more often than not in my favor. Then I have a child who is more willing to listen rather than one who has already tuned me out.

I have been observing this parent and sharing some thoughts with my 17 year old. Feeling like this parent has so much more potential for herself and children than is being recognized. When I expressed this, I commented how Heavenly Father must look down on us many times and think we have more potential than we are showing. My son said "the only difference is he knows it."

It is a blessing to watch children grow and learn. I am learning this over and over again. I have seen the children in my stewardship sprout almost like weeds! I have a priviledge that many parent don't have. I have began with children, teens and young adults.

The eldest is discovering again and again who she is. Each time she shines a little more. She welcomes everyone and makes any one and everone comfortable. She would do anything for any of her friends or family. She loves to help others. She is sensitive to others and the spirit. Often times she wears herself on her sleeve. I admire this, because it can be hard to do. She confronts things, she doesnt let them get in the way or cause problems.

My red headed step child is very good with caring for those most would give up on. She does it every day in her day to day work. She puts on a hard outer shell, but I think she has to so she wont be eaten alive, for any of you who know her, she is a softy inside.

Both girls have high standards and are good examples to their younger siblings.

Our 21 year old is brilliant. Any who know him can't deni it. He is setting a comendable example for his younger siblings as well. He has never been afraid to stand up for what he believes. Nor ashamed. He has a good attitude and is a hard worker He takes what ever he does seriously and knows how to make it fun at the same time. He doesn't let others push him around.

My 17 year old, once awkward and a bit gangly has become quit a handsome young man. He takes the gospel seriously and lives life the best he can. He has an intelect beyond his years. Sometimes he blows me away with aconcept he shares. He continually amazes me. I couldn't trade him for any other teenager. I watch some and am reminded of how lucky I really am.

Our 11 year old is becoming quite the young man too! This past year he over came a fear of change and realized it can actually be quite fun. He has over come most of his fears regaurding water. He is diving and swimming like he never thought possible for himself. He has a tender spirit, he cares about those around him. He is a loyal friend to those who need a great friend and is sensitive to his younger siblings.

My 3 year old over came her fear of water today. Instead of clinging to me for dear life, she trusted me and tried to do some things on her own. I was looking at pictures today and it seems like just a month or two ago we were bringing her home.

My 1 year old is becoming more confident each day in his walking. Before I know it he will be chasing around with his older siblings, getting into mischief and tending to his curiosity, I will be in trouble then.

It ceases to amaze me at how time flies. I am sure I have said this before. In my barber chair I used to have older gentlemen always tell me that is was only going to pass more quickly. I hope with all hope that I will make the most of that time. My children are going to be small only once. They will be teens only once, each in their own modified version.

Sometimes in the day to day I forget how precious each moment can be and let it pass with out enjoying it. I hope I look back with more memories of them than not. I enjoy being included when they give me the chance. The moments the older ones share with me are cherished.

I know there are more times than not that they wish they had their mother instead, I hope they know that she is often by their side. She is still alive, only in spirit in stead. This makes her lucky in my book, it is easier for her to be there for everything important. She is a good mother, I see her teachings in her children. I see her love, her stubbornness, her desire to do good and make others feel of worth. All of her goodness is reflected through her children, old and young. I am so blessed to be a part of it. I just cant say it enough.

From the Mouths of 3 year olds

My three year old has been on a role the past couple of days, thought you might enjoy this. Here are two conversations I overheard, and thought she expressed herself quite well...

"you are a car!" My 11 yr old
"Oh yeah, you are a ear." My 3 yr old
"you are a nose."
......
I have to give you this quick back ground, my 11 year old was 1 upping her on everything and acting quite cocky about the whole thing when out of no where she retorts:
"well, you are a princess!" Man she is good!

Later this evening I had finished baking some cookies and the children wanted to make sure they were edible so, my 11 year old sat on his sisters stool to eat his and this was the conversation I over heard:

"Did you know you are sitting on my stool?" 3 yr old
"Yes, I sure am." 11 yr old and continues to sit and eat his cookie.
She thinks about this and says "You know what?"
"What?"
"I Love you, but your full of crap!"
It took my all to not double over laughing and tell her that was not nice to say to her brother.

New Obsession? I think not.

For a while now I have had this desire to scrapbook, and it is beginning to take over! I have so much to do! Two years ago I though it might be something fun to do. The purchasing of books and paper began. It was like a new obsession for me. Then reality hit, I had a little one with another little one on the way. What was I to do. Scrapbooking was placed on the far back, back, back burner. Nearly forgotten.

About two years ago I found myself at a meeting discussing Genealogy. This subject always makes me feel guilty. It is a passion my father keeps trying to share with me. I realize the importance, I am not trying to minimize it. I just feel like I don't have a lot of time for it. Then I have a friend who breaks it to me kindly that it is getting advanced enough I can do it in the comfort of my home...dang. Still I haven't done much. To say the least.

So back to the meeting I had been attending. They talked about the importance, how our ancestors are depending on us. Both past and future. More guilt. Then they said when we have young children at home we can keep journals. When we take pictures make sure to date them and put full names on the pictures. Now this is something I can do right? Yes. But still I didn't do much.

Now, I know there are a lot of you scrapbookers out there. Some of you guys can be very intimidating to me. Mainly because I see the great and amazing work you put into your projects, and get a block with my own ideas.

This past weekend I was invited to a scrapbooking party and seriously thought twice about going. I didn't want to be sold all of these stamp, stickers, etc. ideas. Humbly I will admit that I am glad I went. It was nothing like I imagined it would be. The girl throwing the party had a vision of scrapbooking I could grab by the horns and run with!

She showed me basic pages with journaling on them! I loved it! She did use stickers and punches. She did crazy things with paper. However, what she did was simple and didn't intimidate me...at all! A major plus! I am now on the band wagon of scrappers! Whole heartidly. There, I have that off my chest, moving on.

Hmmm...just some ramblings in the brain of mine

Well, Summer is here! I haven't been able to get into the groove of this summer as of yet. We haven't missed swim lessons, that is a plus. The schedule thing is just not happening for me and it is driving me absolutely crazy!

The two little ones are going to bed between 8pm or 11pm and its killing me and them. I look at other people who tell me I should just make a bedtime and stick to it. They absolutely amaze me! How do they do it? The older two at home don't really have a bed time during the summer, so it is hard to stick one to the little ones. The tykes just know they are going to miss something just great and fantastic, and that might well be the case, but we have yet to experience that.

This is the time of year to get organized, and I am trying so hard. Half of the time however I am feeling like I am in one of those dreams where I know I need to run, but cant. Its like being stuck in putty or something, my limbs are growing heavy. I feel like there are a lot of things I would like to do, but don't have the tools maybe?

I can't figure out what the tools are though, I have a great husband who is willing to help where ever I feel I need it. My children even want to help. I just don't know where to begin. People who know me know I am not organized, unfortunately this an obvious flaw of mine. Admittedly I could find better ways to spend my time as precious as it is, and cut things out of the unnecessary stuff, like my addiction to TLC's What not to Wear. Its getting easier for me to cut back on Facebook, doesn't seem to be having a lot going on lately.

I am just feeling a bit overwhelmed at the moment, It is all good. I just need to pull my head out of the whole I have dug and climb out...should I use a spoon, pick or shocel, this is my dilemma.

Old Fashioned Home Comedy

Well, here we are, another day another laugh! This morning I over heard this conversation between my three year old and her ten year old brother.

"Today is a beautiful and special day today!"

"Why is that?"

"Because you are out of school!"

Okay, so that one was just sweet, more precious than humorous, but it about melted my heart.

Children are so precious! I am so lucky to be a mother! I am watching my youngest, just a year old, going everywhere he can reach. He is pulling himself up on everything! My three year old loves her brothers so much! She is so honest these days. She was telling me the other day what a nice girl she is "to everyone but my brothers." She said it quite matter of factually. Hey, at least she is honest with herself and others.

The other day I was taking our ten-year old to his last day of school. The weekend before he had helped his father mow the front yard. As we pulled away from the house he observed the yard and said: "Boy, those dandelions sure grow like weeds!"

Well, there you go folks, hope you have a great day!

Summer

I am getting so excited for this summer! The boys are done with school officially tomorrow! I am not sure everything we will be doing, but it will be great having everyone around! Now I know the boys think this is only so can nag them more, but in all truth, I enjoy hearing their ideas, watching them do their things, and I have to admit I enjoy the spurts of free-time I have when they are here to help once in a while with the younger ones.

Also this summer the two older girls are making some great choices and have invited me to be a part of it! I enjoy watching them from the side lines, and being included once in a while! What an honor! They are making some big changes in their lives and it is fun! I am sure their mother is looking in on them with a huge smile (and possibly a little bit of mischief to keep them on their toes!)

I am going to try to make a little more time for myself in attending the gym. Maybe I will be able to define my shape in a positive manner. I have to admit that I have been having a hard time. There have been so many snacks around lately, and my self control has been less than desirable...*sigh*. However, this summer is the perfect time to make some changes!

Over the years I have been reading a lot on losing weight. It seems like what I really need to do is cut back my portions, snack less, and add some exercise to my daily routine. So, I am going to continue being optimistic, and get started. You are welcome to check up on me if you would like, it would help me be more accountable.

There are some of my most recent thoughts as of late. Until next time, hope you have a great day!

Modern day Convinience?

It is funny, this afternoon a neighbor was over for only a moment and we were talking. It happens that the subject was about the exact same thing that was talked about in Relief Society this past weekend. The topic was actually broader in Relief Society, but one part stood out for me.

The topic that impressed me was about how impersonal people are becoming. It is easy to IM someone, e-mail, facebook, or even text. While these things are quick and easy it is amazing how impersonal it is. We have people faking identities, and everything out there. It is easier to be a friend from a distance almost.

I find it funny and have to laugh, because while the lesson was being taught, a friend turned to me and said something to the effect "I guess I won't be facebooking you anymore." to which I replied "I was just thinking the same thing, only of myself." The funny thing is I got a message from her a day later asking how things are going... and get this, I replied...lol!

Last week I was talking to a fellow stay-at-home mother and commenting how easy it is to lose track of time when I am away from the children, even for just a moment. I get caught up in relating stories from the week, or just talking about things a two or nearly one year old can't quite grasp.

Any way, my neighbor and I were discussing how important it is the whole personal contact thing. The whole interaction thing, its good. When you are talking face to face you can see their joys, sadness, everything that only body language can tell! besides that, a real hug means so much more sometimes than the *hug* you can get via visual...whatever.

I am ashamed to say that for me, many times I use these modern day conveniences only to simplify. Don't get me wrong, that is what we are instructed to do right? Simplify our lives, that is what we are constantly being told. But sometimes it is easier to send a message than to take the time to call someone up, and chat about the weather, politics or whatever may come to mind. I am only talking for myself, so please don't take this like I am thinking of 'you'.

I do have to say I am not going against this entirely, because, it is so much easier to spend what little precious time I have with my little ones, because I am told time and time again how quickly it will pass. However, I am going to make more of an effort to contact people in person rather than by texting, messaging, etc. I realize this isn't going to be perfect, because of modern day conveniences I live further from my family, and our older children live further from us, but, there are things I can do differently.

I can take a moment to pick up a phone for those distant, and those closer, make an effort to stop by when I am in the area.

There you have it my thoughts as of late, cherio and have a wondermous day!

Mother's Day

I am One lucky woman! I had the best Mother's Day a girl could ask for!

My children woke me in the morning with a plate if hot fried rice, one of my favorites! then I was presented with a home made card from my ten year old, I love it! He honestly is a little artist at heart. He, and my two year old and one year old with the help of their father, picked me some lilacs from the side of our house and placed them in a canning jar.

Later in the day we heard from our missionary. He is doing great, Loves his new companion, but said his new area is a little hard because there are a lot of rich people. Which indicates pride. Then we discussed that is easier to humble a rich guy, than a poor guy. He is growing tons! I enjoyed our chat!

Last but not least I was able to talk to our oldest. She did a lot of listening.

Being a stay home mom is a pleasure. I wonder though if sometimes I talk peoples ears off. Do they wish I would go some where else to talk? I appreciate the times they listen though, because after talking to a two year old and a one year old for most of the week, it sure is nice to have a big peoples ear to listen, and moth to hear. So like I said, I had a wonderful Mother's Day! Thank you!

Random Thoughts

Well, I am weening my little guy, three bites your out. Potty training is on the back burner. The quilt is started. I still have a dress waiting for adjustments. Shirts to have collars corrected. pockets t fix. Need to loose 'x' amount of pounds, this summer would be nice. Looking forward to old stomping grounds. Proud of the girls decisions! Can't wait until summer begins. Wants to make jammy bottoms for my little guy. Go to the gym to work out? Loving the sunny weather we are having. Needing to be more positive in my thinking. Need to have better relationship with Father, prayer. Spend more time in scriptures. Do better at Visiting Teaching. Positive out put. Patience. Seasons change, both outward and inward. Am I ready to start thinking on number three? Motivation, I need more of it. It is crazy watching the boys become young men! One and a half years and boy 3 will be passing the sacrament...yikes! Boy #2 will be readying for a million in just the same time. Spending time more wisely...good idea. Focus. Clothes sizes bigger...stop focus here. Think positive. Looking forward to seeing the girls this summer. Positively. Looking forward to first of December. Positive. Hubby home more this summer. I like it! need to organize my room and space. Need more ways to entertain three and one year old children. More library time. Fold the laundry. *sigh*. enjoy each moment, speaking of which, life is calling.

Tender Mercies, the top Eight

I get caught up in the moment often and forget to recognize the blessings I have so I thought I would take a moment to remember.

1. I have a wonderful husband who loves and adores myself and our children. He has made it possible that I can be a stay at home mom and watch our children grow. He provides all our family needs to be happy and for some of our wants as well. He honors his priesthood, and gives his best at home, work,and church. What an example to our children!

2. Our oldest has many talents. she loves her siblings whole heartedly and is setting a great example. She cares for everyone around her and wants them all to be happy. Did I mention she is a great cook, and I love visiting her, or having her home. I know mostly selfish on my part, cause I like her cooking.

3. Our second is just as talented in her own areas. She loves helping the underdog. She is quite, but her example also speaks louder than words. She has great self-control and discipline. I love when she calls home and shares her little stories of life's adventures.

4. Our third is in Brazil serving and loving the same people I grew attached to not so long ago. He is setting the example for his younger brothers to work whole heartedly for the Lord, and his sisters, that there are still great guys out there.

5. Our fourth has a creative mind, he is writing a book and loves to share his ideas with his father and I. He loves playing with his younger siblings and relates well with his older siblings, they even come to him for advise. As have I, he is a wise boy for his age.

6. Our fifth has a heart of gold. He is sensitive to his younger siblings and those around him. More than once I have found a vase full of flowers he has hand picked just for me. I am going to miss that down the road when he has grown and moved on, though he promises he will always be here.

7. My sixth little blessing is a match for me when it comes to wills. She has a beautiful smile and loves to make her little brother laugh! She does everything number five likes to do. She looks up to her siblings with adoration. Also, she gives the best ever hugs! She has the vocab of a teen I swear.

8. My seventh blessing is beginning to walk along furniture, he has a smile that would melt any ones heart. I think he is going to be a tender hearted little tyke like our heart of gold. He loves to sing when others are singing. And my favorite is that he loves to cuddle and to be cuddled.

These are my greatest blessings! You can see how blessed I am, there are times I need to remind myself of these blessings. It is easy when I get caught up in a moment of stinky underpants, sibling rivalry, or just the day to day mundane to forget how truly blessed I am.

Of coarse I could go on and on, the blessing of our free country, the freedom to worship, of speech, and voice. There are so many things I take for granted at one time or another. But these are my top eight blessings.

Potty Training

This potty training thing is going to be the death of me, my patience has warn thin. I watched Jon and Kate plus 8, she had her kids done in a couple of days. I have talked to everyone, and everyone has advise. Most just tell me to wait and when its the right time everything will happen.

I have a strong willed and spirited little angel on my hands, I have tried the trick of pretty panties, pull-ups at night, candy, a huge huplah, Grand recognition, a hug, a pat on the back, praise and none of it seems to work! Believe me its all been done with sincerity as well.

I am tired of scrubbing poopy undies! I am, I really am. And the patience thing only seems to eggs her on. Where is my ray of sun shine? My ray of hope? We were almost done before I went out to visit my parents. Why on earth did I go? What was I thinking?

I am throwing my hands up! I feel like giving up! AAAUGH!!!

*sigh* just took a breath, moving on. *sigh* one more for luck.

A Mothers Advise

I was thinking the other day about some of my embarrassing moments I have had in life. One most certainly always returns as if it were just yesterday.

It all happened on a sunny day with a lazy breeze. While preparing for a formal outing my mother kindly suggested that I pull on a slip on. Her reasoning? So no one would see the color of underwear I had on through the fabric of my skirt. I justified not using a slip, because I could tuck my blouse in just right to cover things up.

My problems developed shortly after my mother, friend and I had finished our outing and had left the building. Mom had went to get the car and was pulling up along side my friend and I when she kindly asked me to clean the front seat for my friend.

While leaning over to clean the seat I asked my mother a question I was sure she should have had a response for yet she didn't reply. I looked up to see why she had no response only to find her with a look of disbelief and shock froze upon her face.

When I turned to see what she could be such a distraction to her, I realized my view was impaired by my skirt being blown up to block out the view of the whole door! With embarrassment I quickly straightened and re-adjusted my skirt. Only to find my friend standing behind me with both hands over her mouth and a look of sheer terror upon her face. Behind her a gentleman was walking briskly into the building trying his best to shield his vision from the vision I had just presented.

I am quite sure I had looked something like a two-white-stemed flower with beautiful peach petals and a turquoise center. To this day I wish I had taken my mothers advise and worn a slip.

Humility 101

Well, if it wasn't clear to me before, it certainly is now. You may be wondering what I am talking about, well let me share.

I have been feeling a bit frumpy as I am sure most mothers do at one point or another. I am thirty pounds more than when I began having children, and my clothes no longer fit the way they should. In fact they fit but only in places the shouldn't. This became clear while dressing my two-year-old.

While on the floor with her and helping her with her shoes she pointed to my belly and said in the sweetest voice:

"Mommy, you look like a snowman!"

Now you would think I would know better than ask questions, but you will see that was my great mistake.

"Why do you think I look like a snowman?"

Pointing to the bottom roll and working her way up she sweetly says:

"There is the snowman belly, (second roll) there is his chest, and there is its two heads!"

All I can say to that is yikes! It sure is good to have the innocents of a young child around to keep you humble isn't it.

Time

Isn't it just crazy how time flies? I remember when I was a kid it took what felt like 6 years for Christmas to role around! It was crazy! I was seven-years-old for a life time. Possibly even an additional half.

Here it is already towards the end of April! What is up with that! It seems like only a couple of months ago we moved into our home and here we are nearing our 1 year mark. Hmm.

I remember I used to have a conversation similar to this with the little old men who came and sat in my barbers chair back in the day. that was only 5 years ago...What!? It doesn't even seem that long ago. Any way the conversations would go something like this:

"Can you believe it is already the 4th of July?"

"Yeah, wait until you are my age, then time will really begin to fly."

When they would say that to me I would say something and we would go on about the weather, today's youth, whatever was happening in the news.

I was thinking about this recently though. I look at my children and step-children. They have already grown so much it is almost crazy! My 17 year old went through 5-6 pant sizes in one year and I wondered how we were ever going to keep up with him! I look at our 10 year old, he is becoming quite the not so little man himself these days. Then I look at my two little ones and think my almost three year old will be going to kindergarten in two years, she might even be potty trained by then ( I am crossing my fingers on that one with my whole heart!)

So when I reach the ripe old age of the men who once sat in my chair, will I be able to look back with no regrets? I hope the children entrusted in my stewardship will know they are loved and important. I hope I will have accomplished everything I promised Heavenly Father I would and I hope where I fall short that I will turn to the Savior for His assistance. I hope I don't waste any more time than is necessary on the unnecessary.

Fetishes

Everyone has some sort of fetish. Some are all about cleanliness, some about hair, clothes, purses, shoes, ties, socks, (hoarding food) my list could go on for ever! For years I have prided myself in having no fetishes. I know you are going to tell me Pride comes before the fall. I know and I am shaking my head at the very thought.

A girl friend of mine was over and decided to help organize my personal space! This was welcome, because believe it or not I am not very organized. If you have seen my personal space you know how much it was needed and appreciated.

However, while she was going through things she mentioned I could probably throw out one of my shoe boxes. What!? The box is in perfect condition! I might need it someday to wrap a gift! (hopefully it will be returned to me)...(the box I mean.) I can organize my little things by putting them in boxes, you know pictures, stickers, gum, I don't know, I am grasping for ideas, but not that box.

Well how about the old clothing box? You could get rid of that right? Um, let me think about that on. No. Sorry, that one is perfect for storing cards, it might be the perfect size for a gift also (again, I hope the box is returned!)

There are a whole lot of miscellaneous boxes that went undetected.*phew*. I found them being tossed and saved them from their ill-fate. Why? Well, they were cute, I am sure I could find something to do with them too. (we wont mention that was well over 12 years ago when they were found, and you have probably guessed I have found no use for them.)

I have been saving diaper boxes. Luckily she hadn't come across these, and I have found a use for them. They are great for clothes my children have out grown. However, I am sure the extra boxes in the closet could be used by someone else, say for a move or something. I can say this because I still have kids in diapers.

By this point I am beginning to laugh at myself, By golly I have had a fetish all along! I am one of them! I have moved so many times with some of these (many) empty boxes. *I am shaking my head at the thought*. I guess it is time I go through my boxes and decide which ones need to go. I might start with the random ones I rescued twelve years ago.

Strawberries

Well, I am feeling exceptionally great today! A friend of mine brought over tons of Strawberries this afternoon! Strawberries are such a delectable treat! There are so many delicious things you can do with them! As I cut the greens off and prepped the berries for the freezer I had a million ideas! So many ideas in fact that I began to think I shouldn't share them. If I did that we would not be able to share them in future days.

Catching myself in this train of thought I began to realize how truly blessed I am. I live in a country where I can buy strawberries, or any other momentary fetish quite easily.

I grew up in a family with not a whole lot. We had plenty of love from our parents, but when it came to money well, things were a bit tight. Finding an Orange in my stocking at Christmas was a treat always looked forward to. Fresh fruit was a treat. We would go to grandma and grandpa's to pick cherries from their trees, and munch them all along. Sometimes a neighbor would bring a bushel of fresh picked apples.

Mom tried to do a garden a couple of times, even letting us plant some popcorn(we wanted to sale it to the neighbor kids, fortunately for them it never grew much.)

Later finding myself on a mission I was spoiled and found myself developing a fond relationship with fruit! Everything in Brazil is bigger in size, tastier and always at an affordable price! Mangos quickly became my favorite!

Returning home, college is where I found myself. While there fruit sadly went to the back burner. Top Roman, mac'n'cheese, frozen burritos came to the front of my menu and once again fruit became a treat.

A couple years ago I married this wonderful guy who finds the importance of having fresh fruit around the house for children and ourselves to munch on top priority. We can usually find something on the counter or in a fridge drawer. We are not lacking. So why did I find myself wanting to hoard all of the strawberries? I'm not sure, but I guess I will have share them.

Easy Jell-o Carmel Corn

I thought I would share a favorite family recipe! My daughter loves this because she can choose the color, and I like it because its has many variations! Here you go!

Jell-o Popcorn

1 c. sugar
1 c. white Karo
1 sml pkg Jell-o gelitin (you choice of flavor or color.)

Two bags of popped popcorn, or 1 big bowl air popped, your pick.

Once you have your bowl of popcorn popped, set aside. In small sauce pan combine the sugar, Karo, and Jell-o. Over med/high heat stir constantly until it comes to a boil, and you cant see the grainy texture if sugar/Jell-o. Pour over your prepared popcorn and stir until well covered. Then enjoy! I have to admit this is a bit sticky, but the kids love it!

Time-out for Mommy

It finally came to it! Giving myself a time-out the other day was the only reasonable action. You may be wondering from what, well, I will share. From potty-training! I had one of those days where there was more wet and stinky than dry. In other words, starting the day off with 2 packages of panties and ending with only 1/2 a package of clean was more than bothersome to me! That would be an understatement!

I had read in a book that if you have the child being trained take off their own dirties and care for it they will learn to stay clean. This technique worked really well for several weeks. My problems began coming forth while on vacation. The first week was a breeze! By week two however we had a great change in attitude, and by time we had returned home there was a lack in desire of being the big girl.

The last straw for me was when I walked into the bathroom and there was brown art work all over the toilet seat, bowl, my rug, and the floor. Not only was it the last straw for me but for the trainee as well. I was beginning to think seriously that corporal punishment might need to apply.

To be honest with you that is the point where I decided I needed to put myself in a time-out. Reminding myself that "you never see kids in kindergarten with diapers" and then reminding myself she is only two. these were the things I had to pound into my mind for a couple days.

Well, we are back at it, yesterday went well, we only went through 2 pairs of panties! yes, we are back on track. I have to remind myself that my child is unique. With that uniqueness comes timing, and it isn't always on my time table.

Apologies vs. Time-out...

Apparently I now have a two-year-old going on who knows what! Who ever knew that parenting could be so exciting! (exciting could easily be replaced with embarrassing, frustrating, entertaining, it seems every situation presents another adventure.)

Tonight my two-year-old chose a time-out over an apology. What is up with that? She later informed me that she would rather go to bed than say she was sorry. I tell you it is a good thing they are still cute at this age.

Besides that, how do you keep yourself from laughing, especially when you are trying to teach someone so stubborn? I'm learning. I am told by time I get this parenting thing down, I will be a grandmother. Was I like this?

Guess what I Found in Children's Books

On a quick jaunt through Target yesterday I ran across something I find to be a bit disturbing. My purpose was to find some entertainment for my children. While looking at children's books I made the disturbing discovery. There in front of all the children's books were three books about Obama. They were talking about how great he is for making the changes necessary for our country. One was a coloring book. Did they have this stuff for past Presidents?

When I returned home I thought I would check things out. Did you know they have paper dolls of Obama, and if you are interested, his family comes separately. There are many books, 85 to be exact that Target alone sales, telling us what a great guy Obama is. How he is just what our country needs. My husband pointed out that they are not all written by him. But he has only been Pres. three months.

The day after inauguration I was shopping at my local Wal-mart where I found posters of the new Pres. There were 5 or 6 you could choose from. They all put him in a positive light. When Bush was in I didn't see posters of him in Wal-mart. The posters I did see were almost always making fun of him.

Why do people feel they have to sale this propaganda to children? It sounds like the government is trying to take over. In China, and Germany it was the fresh, uncorrupted children and youth the leaders reached out to to help their cause. There is something to think about.

A Lesson From Life

A lesson and/or thought keeps coming back to me. I thought I would take a moment to share it.

Have you ever found yourself looking at another and wondering why they do things the way they do? What is their motive? or simply, what are they thinking? Now, have you stopped to think that they may look at you with the same questions?

On with my thought. I believe that everyone whether intentionally or not is striving for perfection. In one shape of the word or another. Now bare with me, I know, there are those with "white trash yards"(been there) maybe the always seem frazzled(there too) maybe their shirt is wrinkled(who has that not happened to?) Or they have a sink full of dishes, toys all over their house. Some things we notice may be trivial, others we may feel are life and death. Maybe none have noticed these things. In that case, this blog is not for you, others are thankful for your lack of sight.

Okay, now I have you thinking, you might even be thinking of someone in particular. I am finding at different seasons in my life that I am beginning to understand more and more how these things can happen. But this isn't where I wanted to go, so I will move on.

We all will agree we are striving for perfection right? So what is perfection? For one it may be an immaculate house. For another, happy creative children. Some may want vast amounts of knowledge, while others are wanting to experience it all. Some want the know how, others to teach. There are so many of us out there, it would take me forever to list us all. However, I think you have the idea. Moving on.

Everyone has their own idea of what the perfection is they are trying to reach. I am finding though that there is someone out there who knows better than ourselves, not only what our potential is but how we can obtain even a greater perfection than we can see for our selves. That is our Heavenly Father.

The right is ours to work on perfection for ourselves single handedly, but how realistic is that? With out experiencing life, how can we walk in others shoes, how can we grow to our potential? With out Heavenly Fathers assistance, how can we endure those cruel times (that we can sometimes look back on and laugh at)? With out the Savior how would we be able pick ourselves up after a great fall, brush ourselves off, and return to the race we signed up for long before we can recall?

I find more each day how perfect God's plan is. Not only is it tailored to us as individuals, It is also tailored to us as individuals. I am finding again and again how Heavenly Father knows me better than I do. Not only that, but he really does have our happiness at heart. If this is honestly the case, He definitely knows you just as well. Then comes the difficult part, I have to remind myself "who am I to judge? I don't know what has brought that brother/sister to this point. Nor do I know what Heavenly Father has in store for either of us."

When I have this thought, instead of judging I try to see what I can do to help, and if the help is not wanted, I trust they are putting it in bigger hands than my own and hope that the same would be done if someone is looking my way. By the way, Heavenly Father has blessed me with plenty of hands having been stretched my direction, and I hope I show the appreciation I feel to each of them.

Dancing with God

My mother was going through some old papers and found this among them. I hope you enjoy it.

"When I meditated on the word of Guidance, I kept seeing "dance" at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God's will is a lot like dancing. When two people try leading , nothing feels right. The movement doesn't flow with the music, and everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky. When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music. One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back, or by pressing lightly in one direction or another. Its as if two become one body, moving beautifully. The dance takes surrender, willingness, and attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other.

My eyes drew back to the word Guidance.

When I saw "G" I thought of God, followed by "u" and "i". "God,""u," and "i"dance. God, you and I dance. As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life. Once again, I became willing to let God lead.

Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and guide you through each season of your life."

~Anonymous

Dear Mr President,

I understand that you may have no problem relinquishing your rights as a parent to the public/private school system. I however enjoy the time I have with my children and step-children. I would rather raise them with my standards and values than allow someone else that right, and extend their reign. That was my choice when I chose to be a steward of children.

Still Potty Training

Well, we are in full mode potty training at this point! The signs are only too clear for me as a mother. But let me warn you first that this entry can be offensive to those who haven't experienced for themselves potty training a creative little one. To those I will caution to read no further. Otherwise prepare your self for a little morbid bit of a chuckle.

Last night while driving home with my two-year old all I heard were songs about pottying. Let me recall some of the song titles for you....hmmm lest see. There was "Once There was a Poopy Snowman, Tall, Tall, Tall!" "A Little Terd in the Potty!" oh, and lets not forget "The Big Terd That Won't go Down"

Now I understand why mothers go crazy! It has nothing to do with extra laundry and everything to do with trying to keep sane if only for the moment!

One Day at a Time

My husband posted a blog yesterday about taking life one day at a time. I would like to reiterate what he said.

There are so many people taking life one day at a time. In reality I think sometimes that is the only way we can make it through those bumpy roads we all have to travel. But like he said, we need to look a little further down the road.

He used the example of teaching our 15 year-old to drive. He was swervy-tervy in his driving because he was looking directly in front of him rather than down the road to his destination (it could make one quite sick). However once he began looking further down the road his driving improved incredibly!

I think we need to have some goals set for ourselves. What is it we want out of life? Out of this experience? Out of this education? Once we have decided what we want, it makes life easier to take a day at a time. We have a destination to obtain!

Burps!

My two year old came up to me this morning and wanted to teach me a new game. She calls it her burp game! Now before you turn your nose up at this, just give me a moment to tell you how easy it is to play! If you have small children, this may be just the game for you!

First- you need to find your child's favorite blanky. got it?

Second- find four miscellaneous toys (small is good, nothing that can poke someone's eye out, or be choked on.) you are almost ready, only one more needed item. Maybe a favorite stuffed animal(watch out those things multiply like bunnies, just one!)

third- spread the blanket out so it is nice and flat. now place a small toy at each corner and the stuffed animal in the center. now you are set for the real fun!

Have your child walk around the blanket. At each corner they pick up the toy and toss it to the center. When all four toys have joined the stuffed animal you quickly fold the corners of the blanket around the toys before they can escape! Now you have a BURP! Then you just start al over again.

You wait, this will be in stores before you know it! She will be famous! Hope you enjoy this game, we do!

Give-a-Way: Just for the fun of it!

So, I got this idea from my oldest step-daughter, enjoy.

On to the details of the giveaway...The first THREE people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
2- What I create will be just for you.
3- It'll be done this year. (might be a little while)
4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be a joke book, autographed picture of myself, handmade bag, or a little invention of my own! I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows?
5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange. Believe me... it may blow your mind. The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must re-post this on your blog and offer the same to the first 3 people who do the same on your blog.The first 3 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did, win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!Sounds like fun, right? So, let's play!

Good-byes to Dear One's

It has always been hard for me when a friend dear to me has to move on in life. If I do there is no problem. However I expect that my friends are always supposed to be there when I return. This had been my philosophy for ages! Up until just a couple of years ago in fact. Then I had an epiphany!

You see, I believe there is a life after this one. Therefore, wouldn't it be safe to plan a Bar-B-Q for the second Saturday after the final Resurrection? I would have to make it pot-luck, but it would be great seeing everyone again! So that is just what I have done! with this plan on my agenda It has made Good-byes temporary, no matter the length of time, because I will get to see all of my friends again!

Potty Training 101

Well, we are in potty training mode full swing! My little one is growing up!

I am glad I have a two year old and a 9 mo. old. It is giving me the "I can get through this" perspective. Let me explain.

I watch my 9 mo. old and realize that before I know it he is going to rely on me a lot less. I know this because sister is quite self sufficient at things. I look at the different phases and understand that she has also passed through them and I survived. Through this I can look at her and see how far she has come so quickly. I can have hope...almost faith that 2-3 mos. from now she won't be wetting her pants any more, or having fear that her "stinkies" will feel disowned if she lets them go in the toilet rather than her pants.

These are my hopes and dreams for the near future. It is funny how children change our aspirations.

Valued Lesson

Today I was talking with my teenager. He is going to be a famous author someday. We were talking about the importance of backing things up and saving them in more than one place. In this conversation I used myself and his mother as examples. Through my personal example I mentioned someones name in an honest way, however in doing so I wasn't building this person up, rather placing them in a dark light if you may.

My teenager turned to me and said "you don't need to say that, it isn't really necessary!" Then he explained that instead of mentioning that name in the manner I had used, I could just mention the incident. Nobody needs to know how the incident took place.

Thinking about what he had said I realized that even though I was stating things how they really did happen, it was unnecessary for me to mention the how. If I were the How I would hope people could look past me, maybe not even notice my involvement. Even if I was in the wrong. I don't have this perfected. I just had the lesson today. It gives me something else I can work on.

"And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them." -Ether 12:27

From past experiences Heavenly Father uses us, and others to be his instruments. It continuously amazes me how often children seem to be his finer teachers. Could it be because they are who parents are closer to? Or that they are fresher from his presence? Something to ponder.