Friday, October 16, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
10.13.09
Not perfect pictures,, BUT t'was a perfect fall day!
I love Fall.
It is the season when these two pumpkins came into my life.
I got to bring them both home from the hospital on a warm fall day.
I got to bring them both home from the hospital on a warm fall day.
It was a jjjjjuuuust little magical.
A perfect first welcome home.
{i had my iso turned all the way up on accident. I'm just proud of my self for knowing(sorta) what iso is now!}
There is nobody on the entire planet earth as that is more excited
for their birthday as this little boy.
for their birthday as this little boy.
It's not possible.
nobody.
nobody.
We haven't figured out Halloween costumes yet. He isn't as adimate as last year, (thank heavens!)
But this week, he wants to be "Mr. Smee" from Peter Pan.
But this week, he wants to be "Mr. Smee" from Peter Pan.
We'll see. I think he would be an adorable Smee. (We pronounce it Shmeee around here.)
I asked Cache to hold her hand for the picture and I clicked it right
before Nay started bustin out some attitude, thinkin Cache was trying to get her to do something...
before Nay started bustin out some attitude, thinkin Cache was trying to get her to do something...
She will take No Bossin around.
But she quickly decided, that this was fun.
And per request of our beloved Cindy who is never satisfied with my blog:) I had a birthday:
The End.
More Autumn pictures (and Devin pictures Cindy) to come, that are hopefully less grainy.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Bearing Her burdens Well
Naomi doesn't have many burdens in her charmed little 1 year old life.
I've often stare at her in envy at how utterly carefree her life is. She doesn't even know fear, as evident when she will just throw herself out of our arms like she can fly or dive head first down the biggest slide at the park laughing the whole way, or try to walk off the end of a bed. Yes in Naomi's life the world is made of fluffy clouds, where fear doesn't exist, needs are met instantly, and everything is edible or at least tastible. Yes life is practically perfect in everyway, BURDEN free, EXCEPT for one culprit: (que bad guy music)
DUN
DUN
DUN
DUN
DUN
The PUMMELER:
But I guess Nay was listening better than I thought during General Confernce when we were counciled to not just bear our burdens here in this life but to smile and Bear Our Burdens Well.
I actually took this video before conference, so not totally a true story, but this really use to be a scene of screaming and crying then, time outs for Cache... He just can't help it! I truly believe it. Sometimes he will just even sit himself in time out, shakin his head, like "I'm hopeless." He just HAS to tackle her. It's innate in him or something. So I'm so glad she learned to love it! It really was her only choice.
AND sssssppeaking of someone who Bears her burdens well. Did any of you see Nie Nie on Oprah today? It was, well simply AWESOME. Here, is a link to some of it. (not a huge oprah fan, but this was cool)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
General Conference!
Every 6 months we gather as members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints for General Conference. From the USA, to mexico, Africa to Japan to Tahiti, you get the picture, EVERYWHERE we all gather and listen, watch via satellite, internet, t.v. ect. and listen to our Prophets voice and many other leaders speak.
It is the two MOST edifying time of the year.
The talks always pierce me to the heart. just what I needed to hear.
Another fun part, I must admit, as that I get to attend church in Jammies!
Get up, make some pancakes, hang out with the
fam until the Mormon Tabernacle Choir fills the family room with their beautiful music, then we
all gather around the t.v.
MAN, the talks are just so good, inspiring, full of truth.
The children are just perfectly reverent and behaved also. ;) We made some popcorn and I told the kids they could eat in on the carpet if they were really careful not to leave any crumbs, because I just vaccumed.
They did a perfect job. As always:
My friend and I were talking about family conference traditions and reminiscing on
what ours were as kids. My Grandma would put a quilt on and we grandkids would lay blankets underneath and watch conference from there. She told us were were just like the Nephites in olden times when they pitched their tents and all gathered to listen to King Benjamin the prophet in their day. That was so fun Grandma!
In Devin and I's little family now, we really don't have any set traditions yet.
I'm pretty sure popcorn won't be one though.
What were your conference traditions?
What was your Favorite talk this session?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
When daddy helps out.
"MOM, Daddy got us ready for church."
"Okay come here so I can see you! " (and fix all Daddy's mistakes)
"Okay come here so I can see you! " (and fix all Daddy's mistakes)
Not even white socks? Wow Devin.
Okay lets focus in on the
Okay lets focus in on the
little one
.
.
.
But WAIT You forgot the bow. AHA! I knew I could find something.
Devin: What? I put the bow in her hair SEE!

OH your right. Silly me. My mistake.
Devin: What? I put the bow in her hair SEE!
OH your right. Silly me. My mistake.
I just wasn't aware we were pirates!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
just something guaranteed to up lift you today
thanks for sharing this Anne!
I love our dear Prophet.
Here's another
wouldn't be a different world if all youth could hear this message?
I am so grateful my children will.
And this is my favorite talk probably ever:
Who's excited for General Conference?!! (and women's conference?!) And hear so many more messages like this.
i am.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
9.16.09
We kept Naomi's first birthday party pretty simple.
presents. bubble machine. friends. cake.
It was a perfect, perfect evening. We just love this little girl with every piece of our hearts.




The cake was a wee bit of a birthday disaster..BUT it was made with love. So that is what counts. Cache had very strong opinions about how this cake should be made. And kept letting me know that it looked NOTHING like the picture I was attempting to copy.
HINT: don't use store bought frosting when trying to do layers. The top layers will be left on the counter or floor before the cakes even done being made, forcing you salvage pieces of fondant that survived the whole falling apart process or weren't eaten by munchkins then throw some sprinkles at it...


Happy Birthday Naomi!
presents. bubble machine. friends. cake.
It was a perfect, perfect evening. We just love this little girl with every piece of our hearts.
The cake was a wee bit of a birthday disaster..BUT it was made with love. So that is what counts. Cache had very strong opinions about how this cake should be made. And kept letting me know that it looked NOTHING like the picture I was attempting to copy.
HINT: don't use store bought frosting when trying to do layers. The top layers will be left on the counter or floor before the cakes even done being made, forcing you salvage pieces of fondant that survived the whole falling apart process or weren't eaten by munchkins then throw some sprinkles at it...
Leading the "Happy Birthday Chorus" with the spatula.
It's just the kind of girl she is. Take charge ;)
It's just the kind of girl she is. Take charge ;)
Happy Birthday Naomi!
Monday, September 14, 2009
This morning I was standing in the kitchen after sending Devin off early. Cache came out of his room EARLY, which is unusual. I said: "Good morning Cache." But inside I was really saying: "What? Go back to bed... I'm not ready to be up for the day."
He glared at me through his squinting eyes as if I had forced him to wake up or something...sulked over to the couch and threw himself on it. I said: "How are you this morning Mister?" He gave a big old "I'm annoyed" breath, stood up,, walked around the couch into the kitchen, put one hand down the back of his pants to scratch his bum and the other he put on his forehead, as if he had a headache, and said:
He glared at me through his squinting eyes as if I had forced him to wake up or something...sulked over to the couch and threw himself on it. I said: "How are you this morning Mister?" He gave a big old "I'm annoyed" breath, stood up,, walked around the couch into the kitchen, put one hand down the back of his pants to scratch his bum and the other he put on his forehead, as if he had a headache, and said:
"Arrrrg...I Hate Mondays."
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