Thursday, June 20, 2013


Us cousins at my sister's wedding.  Cousins not pictured: Jennifer and Jared, Patrick, Frank, John-John, Brian, Justin, Cait, Scotty, Kristen, and Brandon.
Looking back at this post, I feel it needs an explanation.  My cousin Danny committed suicide today.  He is third to the left of the bride.  I wrote this poem for him after crying for hours and not being able to settle down.  It seemed to need to be written before I could sleep.  There was a reason for it and I feel like the spirit inspired it.  I'm glad it blessed my aunt and uncle and all who read it.  Love you Danny.

a light has gone out

One of the brightest
with so much light yet to give
is now dimmed from my eyes

Where has he gone?
His place is hidden from me

He was always there
but now no more

And all those who knew him
are looking
and hoping
and searching

For they cannot bear to live without him
And it does not make sense

There can be no peace for us

But please, God, please
Let there be peace for him

Help him to smile again
You know what to do
you know what he suffered

And tell him
about each one of us
who misses him,

whose hearts are breaking

and who will never stop loving him

and never stop seeking

to see his familiar face again.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013


Saturday, June 15, 2013

A few of my favorite things-updated

My favorite thing about blogging is being able to capture a bit of the children's lives as they grow, and the good times we have together.

Recently Evan had pain in his ear, so I took him to the doctor which is about an hour from home and very near our Albuquerque Temple.  We go to this doctor so far away because they have staff there on evenings and weekends which we end up needing so often.  On this particular night the doctor said Evan did have an ear infection starting and would need antibiotics, so we left and headed to the pharmacy. It was nearly dark.  We passed right by our temple and decided to stop and see the flowers and trees.  It was just me and Evan, and we skipped everywhere we went.  It was so much fun, and by the time we skipped around the entire temple grounds, stopping to smell the flowers along the way, we were so alive, and laughing so hard, our blood was pumping, and we were all tired out.  It was great.  Today is my last day with six year old Evan.

I forgot to mention that Evan got straight A's for every quarter at school, and he got awards for never getting in trouble and for Honesty.

Evan has a deliberate way of speaking and super cute smiles and voice that just melts your heart.  My friends say he could start swearing like a sailor and everyone would just go "Awwwww!"

By the way, Charlie has had so many eye infections that we finally went back to the doctor in exasperation at having gone through so many rounds of antibiotics with the infection returning immediately.  Turns out, the doctor finally realized, that the drains in his eyes are still plugged and not open yet like they normally are at birth, so the tears that constantly bathe all our eyes for him have no where to go!  So it turns crusty and builds up after a while like boogers.  They will hopefully open up before he's a year old, and if not a procedure will need to be done.

A few weeks ago me and the kids finished another book together: The Secret Garden, and then we watched the movie.  We liked reading it better, as always.  These last two weeks have been crazy stressful with Trek and scout camps, so we're trying to get caught up starting today.  The boys (especially Sam) loved scout camp.  Sam's favorite thing was archery, and Dallas's was BB guns.

Here's some pictures of getting ready for Trek.  Daisy with her rag curls:

And me with mine.

I love how they turned out!  But since they didn't do the spiral tubes like we wanted I went with a different rag curl method where you actually wrap the hair in tubes.

Dallas helping me while I cooked for Trek by taking care of Charlie.  I had to make tons of homemade caramel and hot fudge sauce for the ice-cream party, and then I took care of two of the meals for the young women: a breakfast and a lunch.

Charlie in his bouncy seat- all tuckered out.  We all stood around him and laughed and laughed because he had been talking and bouncing happily to all of us, and we looked away for less than a minute and when we looked back he was like this.  Poor baby.  He got laid down comfortably for a long nap.

Evan helping to make the worlds biggest egg and ham salad.  It was super yummy!

Isn't Charles huge?  Just sayin'.
Pioneer Woman
I was going to wait for someone to send me some pictures of me in my pioneer dress out on the trail, but since that might take a while, I took one here at home for my mommy to see.  She made me this dress just by me giving her my measurements over the phone.  Isn't it the best!!?!  The ties around my neck are from my bonnet she made which is hanging down my back.  I should have put it on, but I'll post more pictures when I get them.  I sure had it on while I was on trek!  The sun could have killed you otherwise (down near Soccoro, New Mexico).  The only thing I made was the apron and the bloomers.  I made the bloomers by selecting a good pair of pajama pants and putting them on.

On trek I worked so hard, I broke myself (I think all the adults were broken for a week afterward), but it was a great experience and worth it.  The youth I get to work with are amazing.  I helped the girls wash and curl their hair, made meals, and supported everyone the best I could with all the other activities which much of the time meant I was hauling water, 5 gallons at a time, every 5 minutes, and amazingly, never hurt my back.  There just were no other men or people available to help and we desperately needed water. I was an invalid for days after coming home since I'm still recovering from Charlie's birth, and I thank Pat for watching the kids and taking care of everything for me to have this chance to serve.

I'm talking to my cute Daisy here, and I liked this picture even though it's blurry.  I think Evan took these pictures.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Sense of Humor

I love that our oldest son has my exact sense of humor.  This was one conversation driving home from church today:

Dallas: We should go to that yard sale.  We need to buy it so our yard can be bigger.
Me: Maybe they're not selling their whole yard, maybe they're just selling three feet.
Dallas:  That's gross.  I wonder whose feet they were.

The ward newsletter came out at church today and it had our baby announcement, three months later.  Several people came up and congratulated us.  It also had Evan's birthday in there and is stated that he was turning 8 (he's actually turning 7).  I showed that to him and told him we should try to get him baptized before they fixed it.  He just grinned at me real big in the cute way that he does.

At church, once the Sacrament meeting was done I asked Leia if she wanted to go to class.  She looked at me and shrieked "YES" at the top of her lungs and then ran off to get there.  I miss the days when I would take her to class and she'd need me to stay with her, hug her, play with dolls, read some books and never leave.

Karisa was approached by our primary president, Jenae, at church with a request to speak to Sam about not listening and laying on the floor during primary.  Karisa followed up with Sam, and found out his teacher, Brother Hasler was the real problem.  Here's the email Karisa sent back:


I talked to Sam about the incident yesterday.  I told him some people were being rowdy, not obeying, and laying on the floor.  Did he know who that could have been?

He told me it was everyone BUT him, and that Brother Hasler laid on the floor first. 

Would you please talk to Brother Hasler about being a better example to the children?

Jenae, knew Karisa was kidding, and Karisa knew Sam was full of baloney, but what makes it more funny is that Brother Hasler (who is a grandpa) did come up and apologize.  He thought it was hilarious.  So did we.  Except for the fact that I really have no idea what I'll do with Sam.  Let me repeat that. I really have NO IDEA what I'm going to do with Sam.