Moments

 
 
 

So I really, really, really, enjoyed Elder Ballard's talk during conference to young mothers. He talked about the joy of motherhood coming in "moments". Boy is that true! So, amid the crying and the screaming and the fighting and the whining and the praying (on my part of course) sometimes there are MOMENTS. Here is one of ours. Every monday before Family Home Evening everyone has to take up their laundry basket and put their clothes away. You have to understand that most of my prayers include something to the point of hoping that Max and Sami can learn to be friends - there is some inevitable sibling rivalry junk that we are working on. Anyway, the kids were both having some trouble hauling their laundry baskets up the stairs when I heard Sami say "Max, let's use teamwork". I thought maybe it was a dream. I thought maybe it was a twisted lead into a fight. I thought maybe I had stepped onto the set of Barney. But no, my children really did work together AND IT WAS THEIR IDEA. Granted this sprit lasted until the opening song of Family Home Evening when the epic battle of who got to lead the song began. BUT, we had a moment. A bright shining moment in the season of young motherhood that helped me hope that all we are doing might be enough.

Jeff's Heart Warming Contribution to the Blog

MATT AND NOEL WEDDING

EASTER 2008

Meet Charlie

So, Friday morning Jeff and I woke up and we had both had a dream that we got a dog. We've been researching dogs for a while, trying to find something that my allergies could put up with. I've always been very firm on the "no dog" issue. However, last year Jeff said that the only sacrifice he made in marrying my was knowing that he'd never had a dog. Well, we just can't have that can we? And the fact that a dog will just do absolute wonders for helping fill up Max's love supplies. So, we decided a cockapoo would be the best kind of dog for our family. They are a cockerspaniel poodle breed. 3 out of 4 are suppossed to be dander free and hypo-allergenic. They are smart, friendly, and great with kids. Friday morning, after all the dreams, we started researching on line where some cockapoo breaders were. Lucky ofr us there are some in Kuna who had 3 puppies left and had seriously reduced the price because they are moving soon. So, Jeff and I went and checked them out. This little boy just loved us. So, we brought him home and seriously surprised out kids. Max came up with "Charlie" for a name and we all really liked it. He did very well last night for his first night at our house. He cried for about 10 minutes in his kennel and then slept the whole night. This is quite a new experience for me since I've never had a pet before - but the kids are having a blast! So, if you're in the neighborhood, stop by and MEET CHARLIE.

Short end of the Stick

Okay, so having a baby really opens your eyes to how we as people have to learn EVERYTHING. There are some things that I would chalk up to instinct or common sense or DUH! But really, we have to learn everything. This point was brought home the other night as we watched Josi enjoy her first popsicle. Now we gave her the frozen sugar pop as a way to keep her occupied while we played some board games with the kids. But, she proved to be more entertainment than the games. Okay, so you have a popsicle. It is cold and sticky and slippery and sweet on one end, and hard and rough and dry on the other end. So, it would seem natural to hold the dry end and suck on the sweet end - right? WRONG! I've concluded that there is nothing natural about it. We have to learn everything - even how to eat a popsicle. Now, you'd think that after a while - you know, after your hand
was absolutley freezing that you might try another method. Appearently not. While Josi did enjoy quite a bit of the cold and sweet end, she continually went for the hard dry end. So that just goes to show - it's absolutly imparitive that we learn all we can - because not much is going to just come to us.

Something About Jeff

One thing you should know about Jeff is that he is a bit obsessed with his lawn. Is it possible to be "a bit obsessed"? that seems contradictory doesn't it? Okay, he's obsessed with his lawn. Here is a picture of Jeff as he applies the THIRD application of who -knows -what out in the rain tonight. At first I thought it was just a genetic thing he picked up from his dad (who likes to point out the flaws of other people's lawn and what they should do to make it better). But then we moved into this house with the garden space and the fruit trees. Oh man, if you want to see someone experience true joy - just come over and watch Jeff eat his first ripe tomato of the season. It's hillarious. In the summer he doesn't really rush home to the wife and kids, he rushes home to the garden. Now, you must understand that this a genuine Jeff trait and I absolutely love it. I'll hear the door shut, he'll run upstairs to change his clothes, and he's out checking on the garden FIRST THING! His "inner farmer" just calls to him. Jeff even has this very sweet dream of the future. He would like to retire at 55, go buy a fruit orchard somewhere, and grow old sitting at his little road side fruit stand. I love that picture in my mind. Won't he be the cutest old man? Just sitting there as proud as can be of his produce? So, that's our dream. A fruit orchard with a roadside stand.