Progress

Santa brought us a wonderful little book for this past Christmas, called A Future As Bright As Your Faith--a compilation of counsel and inspiration from Thomas S. Monson for every day of the year. Each page also has a scripture that pertains to the counsel from President Monson, so if you like to "Ponderize", you'll really like this. :) We have been reading one page a day (or a couple of pages if we forget the day before ;) ), and it has given us a lot to think about, as well as getting our family ready for family prayer at night.  We really like it.

The page for February 1 is titled "Progress" (hence the title of this post), and it's a pretty good reminder for all of us coming out of January, where we make all these resolutions and then start to lose steam about now. It all ties nicely into the overarching principle of Integrity, doesn't it? And, since the Iowa Caucus took place that day, I was thinking about the candidates and those who enthusiastically follow them, and how much we need people in our government who do more than say what people want to hear and then don't follow through. And how much we as citizens need to do more than listen to sound bites and fluffy promises and look deeper. I don't know if my kids thought much about it, but it sure stuck with me.

The scripture is found in 1 Samuel 2:3, and it says:
"Talk no more so exceeding proudly; let not arrogancy come out of your mouth: for the Lord is a God of knowledge, and by him actions are weighed." 

And then follows the quote from President Monson: 

The world needs more of this, I think. It's really up to us to make it that way.

Personal Progress and Integrity

I had the privilege of serving in the Young Women organization of our LDS ward for about two years, and while serving, I decided I was going to work on Personal Progress with my daughters and the other Young Women. I did Personal Progress as a Young Woman, under the program that was created by Ardeth Kapp and her counselors and board, but I knew it was important for me to work on this new program, not only for my benefit, but also to be a good example to my daughters and the girls I was serving, and so that I could have a sure testimony of this Personal Progress program. It is a wonderful program that our stake leaders called "the Young Women program in action!" I love that. We can facilitate powerful lessons and meaningful activities, but if the Young Women don't go home and DO something they learned, then they will not grow the kind of testimonies and build the kind of gospel knowledge that will keep them standing on the Rock no matter what happens to them. I didn't finish the program before I was released, so I have continued to work on it here and there, and I am hoping to finish with my oldest daughter. 

Surprisingly, it has been a little easier for me to do the 10-hour projects than the value experiences. Serving in my calling helped with that somewhat. For instance, when we were planning and getting ready for Girls' Camp, I had never done anything like that before in my life, so I was able to use that for my Knowledge project. I learned a lot! I was also prompted to write a song for the Young Women to sing at Young Women In Excellence, so I ended up using the time I spent writing the lyrics and music and teaching it to the girls for my Individual Worth project. I am also a mom of six kids, and I have tried to volunteer in their schools where I can--that went toward my Good Works project. I have also applied other things I do as a mom toward Personal Progress, like menu planning. And I have used the program to help me improve relationships with my children or my husband. Looking at the good things we do every day and applying them to Personal Progress helps us to see that we really are accomplishing more than we think! 

I have almost completed every project and am steadily accomplishing the value experiences, and I discovered that I still didn't know what I was going to do for my Integrity project. After looking over the suggestions and pondering about it, I had the thought that I should resurrect my long-neglected blog and use my blog as a way to document examples of integrity in people's lives. So that's what I'm going to do, and hopefully, doing this will also motivate me to blog about something else once in a while, too. :)

Integrity is an interesting word and value. I have always thought of integrity as honesty, which it is, but mostly in the sense of telling the truth verbally. Several years ago, though, I began to see integrity as more than that, and my visualization became linked to ships and their hulls. Ships are constantly inspected to ensure that their hulls and structures have integrity, which means that they are free from holes, cracks, and other defects that will compromise the ship's ability to keep out water that could place it and its passengers in danger, as well as its ability to stay afloat so that it can accomplish the purpose for which it was created. 

This visualization of integrity has helped me to understand what this value really means in my life and in the lives of my children. Our "hull" and "structure" is built by what we believe, the values we have. And when we live our lives according to what we believe, to what values we have, no matter where we are or who we are with or what circumstances surround us, our hull has integrity. We can't only live the gospel when we are with good members of the Church, or when we want others to think we are righteous, or just when we are at church or home; and then behave differently in order to fit in or seal a business deal or get something we want. We also cannot preach or teach repentance and gospel living to others if we are not willing to repent or to live the gospel ourselves.  Not only is that hypocritical, but it demonstrates a grave lack of integrity. We must apply the Atonement in our lives, repent of our sins, fix those holes in our character, and truly live according to our baptismal covenants. Then we will be able to fulfill the purpose for which we were created. Integrity is in essence telling the truth in word and in deed. We are not expected to be perfect, only to keep trying our best and repenting. I have discovered many ways in which my hull has cracks and defects, and I am so thankful for the Master Repairman who helps me to fix these problems through repentance.

I love the following words of President Henry B. Eyring for so many reasons, and I think they capture the meaning of integrity very well. No matter where we are, no matter who we are with, no matter what happens to us, may we have a hull free from defects and cracks and demonstrate who we are--disciples of Christ--in all we do and say.

Photo from Henry B. Eyring's Facebook page,

meme by Melissa West

 

2012

Dear Family and Friends. . .

We couldn’t go another year without keeping in touch. Our hearts are full of gratitude for the blessings you bring into our lives. We are so grateful to our Heavenly Father and His Son, Jesus Christ, for the countless ways in which they guide us and keep us going from day to day. The past couple of years have brought great challenges to us, but with those challenges have come many, many blessings, too.

 

As many of you know, Melissa’s mom had heart surgery August 2, 2011, and suffered complications and setbacks for many months following. She passed away March 3, 2012. We miss her so much. We are so grateful to know that we will see her again someday. We truly appreciate the support and love shown to every member of the family during Mom’s struggles and after her passing, and for the many prayers in her behalf. The Comforter is very, very real.

 

Justin has worked at RxAmerica (which was bought out in 2008 by CVS/Caremark) for almost 17 years and received the news October 28 that he and his Salt Lake employees will be let go a few days after Christmas. Most recently, Justin has been the manager of a small team of data analysts in Salt Lake and Northbrook, Illinois in the Rebate department. We are proud of his efforts in helping his team to consistently put out more results per employee than any other team in the department, and of his great attitude as he closes this chapter of our lives. It will be interesting to see what the next chapter of life holds for us.

 

With all we’ve experienced the past while, it has been nice to be able to get away as a family. Some very kind friends let us use a wonderful cabin in Island Park, Idaho in 2011, and we enjoyed beautiful Mesa Falls and Yellowstone National Park on that visit. We immediately went home and purchased a huge tent and camping equipment to go with it! This past June, we jumped into the deep end camping-wise (Melissa camped a lot growing up, but we’ve never gone on more than an overnighter as a family)—we drove all the way to Yosemite National Park! (Thanks to the Fresno family for putting up with us for a couple of days before we could check in—it was so good to see you!) We had a marvelous time, and left the park forever changed. The week before school started, we enjoyed another camping experience closer to home at Mt. Timpanogos Campground. We hiked to lovely Stewart Falls, enjoyed some early leaf colors and Cascade Springs, and saw more wildlife than we did in Yosemite. J

 

We also decided the time had come this June to gut and rebuild our only bathroom, which had 50+year old plumbing that was becoming too difficult to fix without destroying half the bathroom and which also had mold that we couldn’t keep under control. While we were in Yosemite, our wonderful contractor managed to get almost the entire room done, to the point that we could use it when we came home! You just don’t know what a blessing it is to have cabinets and electrical outlets in your bathroom until you’ve had none for 8+ years!

 

About us…

 

Justin is still doing a strength-training program and loves hiking. He has made it to the top of Mt. Timpanogos the last couple years. He and Melissa served in Cub Scouts as Wolf Den leaders for two years. Now he works with some of the Young Men in our LDS ward to provide music for priesthood meeting, and just got called to be the Elders’ Quorum Secretary. He is a great support to our family as we busily go from one place to the other.

 

Melissa is keeping busy with six kids and all that comes with them! She loved serving with Justin in Cub Scouts, and received the shock of her life when she was called to be the Young Women’s President in our ward! It has been an amazing blessing to serve with these choice young ladies and their incredible leaders. Just as much of a blessing has been the time Melissa has been spending as Jeremy and Rebecca’s preschool teacher. We have been learning a lot together! Melissa is also trying to maintain a regular exercise routine and likes to go hiking with Justin when she can. She has a goal to hike Mt. Timp next year! She also appreciates the opportunity to use her musical talents now and again. She is trying to convince herself to give in and finally be the kids’ piano teacher. (When our beloved teacher closed her studio, we never ended up finding another teacher because of all that was going on.) Life is never boring, that’s for sure!

 

Ashley is 14, in 9^th grade, and plays first trombone in Symphonic Band. Ashley is an excellent student, and her favorite classes so far this year are Band, Honors English, Art, and LDS Seminary. She just joined her jr. high’s chapter of National Academic League, and loves it.  Ashley also keeps busy with ballet classes three times a week. She finally got to dance in the recital this past May in her pointe (toe) shoes after working hard for three years! She also plays the piano well enough to accompany her Young Women’s group on Sundays, and loves to practice and sight-read when she can. We very much appreciate her willingness to babysit her siblings when needed.

 

Christina is 11 and is in 6^th grade. She loves being a member of the Student Council and is a hard-working student. She has a special love for young children and does a great job babysitting once in a while. Christina is also taking ballet, and has been working hard in the Prep for Pointe program. She just got fitted with her first pair of pointe shoes, and can hardly wait to start rehearsing in them in January!! Christina also enjoyed being in her school’s production of Annie, performing as an apple seller and singing in the NYC chorus. Christina also practices the piano as much as she can. Christina is really looking forward to starting junior high next year!

 

Christopher is almost 10, is in 4^th grade, and is full of energy and curiosity! He has been taking swimming lessons for the past while, and is working hard to progress to the next level. He has really enjoyed Cub Scouts, and will be a Webelos soon. He also got baptized in February of 2011, and we are so proud of his decision to commit to follow the Savior. He loves anything that has to do with Star Wars, Legos, or Harry Potter, and adores Roald Dahl books. He is looking forward to learning the piano soon! He also enjoyed being a member of the cast of Annie recently, playing the part of Servant Stephen and singing in the NYC chorus with his older sister.

 

Emily—2^nd Grade. Emily is our “star shining brightly,” as her favorite song suggests. She never ceases to amaze us with her artistic talents, and is a great reader and student. She dances and sings her way around the house, and loves anything to do with fairies, princesses, and My Little Pony. Interestingly, she is also fascinated by dinosaurs and the human body. She comes up with some of the most creative and elaborate stories and “pretends.” Emily also takes ballet, and is looking forward to playing the part of a rocking-horsefly in the ballet school’s production of “Alice In Wonderland” in May.

 

Jeremy turned 5 in October, and is enjoying going to “Mommyschool” this year with his younger sister. We have learned about the human body, farms and farm animals, fall, fire safety, gratitude, and more.  Jeremy loves art activities and field trips--his favorite trips have been to Farm Country, the fire station, and a small hike in the mountains to collect fall leaves and seeds. We are excited to do more fun things as our school year progresses! Jeremy loves transportation vehicles and emergency and construction vehicles; and is absolutely fascinated by anyone who drives or fixes vehicles, and other “fix-it” people. He also loves to figure out how things work. Jeremy is an amazing reader, and is trying really hard to get along with his little sister. J

 

Rebecca turned 3 in July, and is determined to grow up much faster than Mom would like. She loves to do everything herself that she possibly can (and even the things she really can’t). She also adores vehicles of every kind, and has a nice little collection of her own, but she also loves babies, princesses, and the play kitchen, and enjoys playing My Little Pony with Emily on occasion. She loves to imitate Mom playing the piano, and having “school” with Mom as well—she loves art activities and our field trips. She loves the nursery at church, and is really excited to be a Sunbeam (the class for 3-year-olds) in January!

Back In The Saddle?

If blogs had saddles, that is. . . :)

So many things have happened over the last almost year and a half that I couldn't even find a way (or the desire) to blog about them. I've never been a great journal-keeper like my mom was, and I struggle to keep in touch with people through letters, e-mail, or phone calls. (Facebook has helped somewhat in both regards, and I really have done better at journaling than I used to. . .) And when stressful events happen, those things fall by the wayside. So it's natural that my blog would be so sorely neglected.

Something I've learned, though, is that one way to show the Lord our gratitude for his tender mercies is to write them down. I've tried to do this, though I've definitely missed a lot of them, for which I feel very sad. I know that we shouldn't share everything miraculous that happens to us, but I also feel that sometimes we really do need to share the Lord's mercies with others so they can recognize His hand in their lives, too, among other reasons. So I will try my very, very best to do better at blogging. Not only does it help me show gratitude to my Heavenly Father and His Son, but it also helps me see my blessings even better.

So, even though my responsibilities are huge, and my challenges many, I will make an effort to do better at sharing my life and my joy with others. I am so grateful and so blessed.

SEPTEMBER 10, 2001

Ten years ago today

The sun was brilliant in the sky

The birds sang the song of a beautiful day

The grass was bright green

The world felt safe

I played with my baby and my preschooler

And did things like washing dishes

And reading stories

And taking my husband to school

Ten years ago today

If I had wanted to

I could have taken my husband to the airport

Walked with him to the gate

Kissed him goodbye as he boarded the plane

And stood with my girls at the window

Watching until his plane backed away from the gate

Taxied to the runway

And soared into the sky

Ten years ago today

We worried about the economy

(Though the economists did not)

And the stock market

And the power company raising our rates

Terrorism was something that happened in countries far away

That we only knew from television

Or NPR

Or the BBC

Ten years ago today

There were twin tall towers that scraped the sky of New York

The Pentagon had not been breached

And a crater did not mar a field in Pennsylvania

Mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, and children

Spent time together

Talked on the phone

Did not know this day

Would be their last

Ten years ago today

We thought we were strong

Thought we were great

But we were not united like we should have been

We did not know how strong

How humble

Or brave

Or united

We could become

Ten years ago today

The sun was setting in the sky

The birds sang their evening song

The grass was a deepening green

The world felt safe

And the world did not know--

We did not know--

That we, and the world,

With the coming dawn,

Would change forever.

Scattering Sunshine. . .On Me

It never fails: whenever I'm grumpy, slightly or otherwise, God sends me a reminder/bright spot. I'm sure I miss the significance of some of them when I'm super-grumpy. Thank heavens today I didn't miss it. While shopping slightly-grumpily at Dick's in Bountiful while two of the girls were at ballet, the sweetest older gentleman kept trying to make friends with Rebecca. She is pretty shy around strangers--she usually just puts on her serious face and looks in another direction. I smiled at him, and then continued checking out. He hobbled slowly out to his car, and I sped off another direction to get everybody buckled back in and the groceries unloaded so we could get back to the ballet school in time. As I unloaded the last child from the cart, the sweet man hobbled over and offered to take my cart back to the store for me. "You have enough to keep you busy right now," he said. Bent with age and moving slowly, he took the cart from me with a smile, and I thanked him twice. I was so touched by his desire to be of service and his respect for my calling as a mother. He was a true gentleman, in every sense of the word. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for people like that, and for reminding me to look outside my to-do list for small ways to bring sunshine into someone's life.

"I Had A Great Day"

It was one of THOSE mornings. You know, the kind where you seriously consider asking for a refund. And leaves you wondering how soon you'll be developing a nice, raging ulcer.

There was the usual stress of kids not getting up on time, of trying to keep an ADHD child whose meds haven't kicked in yet on task, and so forth, but a good deal of the stress on this morning came from a certain kindergartner who might also be known as The Daydreamer/The Princess/Drama Queen II/The Snail. I had just about given up trying to get her going (and her disclosure that she had a headache 10 minutes before she was supposed to leave almost sealed the deal), except that visions of the very nice letter the principal sent a couple of weeks ago letting us know that this child had reached the maximum number of absences she was allowed for the school to "make AYP" and that her tardies were excessive and could be "detrimental" to her progress kept dancing in my head. (I think when I received the letter, I retorted something like, "Well, then YOU come to my house and see if you can do any better at getting this child out the door fed and fully dressed and on time!")

The other children ran out the door, and The Snail finally decided that she needed to go to school (why NOW, not an hour ago!), and disappeared into her room to get dressed. I poured her a bowl of cereal, knowing I couldn't send her to school with an empty stomach if she really had a headache. The Snail came out dressed, except. . . "Where are your shoes?" I asked, feeling very much like a broken record. The Snail did not know. I marched into her room to find that not ONE pair of shoes belonging to her was in her closet. NOT ONE. I mean, usually, her closet is an interesting assortment of one shoe from each pair, but this time, not ONE pair was in there. However, we easily found her brand-new, shiny, bow-bedazzled white Sunday shoes, since they were up high and displayed proudly for all to see. But since those weren't an option, we were stuck. We looked high and low and miraculously found her shoes in her backpack (thank heavens for inspiration). She gulped down her cereal (very uncharacteristic) while I scratched out a quick note on the end of a notepad with a pen that didn't want to cooperate. (Thinking about this child handing the secretary a piece of cardboard as she came in the door was amusing, I have to admit.)

Then I drove her to the front doors of the school because the second I said the word "walk," I could see a meltdown coming on, and, since the goal was to get her to school for what remained of the kindergarten day (which would not happen if she went into meltdown mode), I felt it best to just drive her. I felt pretty silly, considering the school property is four houses away from our home (in my defense, the front doors, which are the only ones open after school starts, are almost two blocks away. . .). As my daughter jumped out of the car, Rapunzel hair trailing behind her, and yanked open the heavy doors and disappeared inside, my heart swelled a bit. For all the stress she causes, she certainly is a unique and wonderful individual, and I do love her. That helped me feel a bit better.

Then a dear friend exited the school and commiserated and laughed with me (what is it with children and shoes and tough mornings?), shared some fun and happy news, and basically took my mind off the stress of the morning. As I drove home in the sunshine, I took some deep breaths and arrived home much calmer and with my stomach tied in less knots.

My daughter bounced cheerfully through the door around 11:35 A.M. with a big smile on her face, chattered excitedly about the upcoming kindergarten "Plant Picnic," and skipped into the living room to see her brother, singing, "I had a greeaaat day, da-da-da dah dah. . ." I was tempted to ask, "So what was this morning all about?" But I didn't. After all, if she thought it was a great day, who am I to change her mind?

You Think You Know A Guy. . .

While on a family walk, we were walking around a historic church and well that are near our home. My kids found a huge, almost-full bottle of Gatorade that had been dumped in the grass near the well and thought they would like to keep it. Daddy and I quickly put that idea to rest, and they dumped it back in the grass. However, we decided it would be better if we put it in the bottom of the stroller and threw it away when we got home. So that's what we did--at least, we put it in the bottom of the stroller.

The next day, my husband noticed that the Gatorade was still in the bottom of the stroller, which was sitting outside in the carport. He mentioned that I might want to throw it away before one of the kids got the idea to drink it. Being the environmental steward that I am (okay, I didn't become a big recycler until we got recycling cans--newspapers and phone books were about the extent of my "green" habits), I started to unscrew the bottle to pour out the contents so I could throw the bottle in the recycling bin.

But I stopped, suddenly having visions of what else might be in there besides Gatorade. :) I said as much to my husband, saying something like, "You never know what some crazy kid or teenager might have put in there to bait some unsuspecting soul." "Um, yeah!" he replied, with the tone of, "well, duh!" The Gatorade went in the trash with a satisfying thud.

I looked carefully at my husband, departing for the gym, and added, "Of course, you were never a teenager like that, were you." There was no reply. Only a mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eye. And much laughter as I exclaimed, "Justin!" as he shut the door on his way out.

What? And tarnish his "perfect son" reputation? Naahhhh.

Boo!

Emily is so funny! She and Jeremy were pounding on the piano and taking turns screaming. I asked them to stop, and she said they were making Halloween music and sounds. I said that sometimes Halloween music is sneaky and soft and maybe they could make that kind. Emily then said that she didn’t like the parts of Halloween where scary things jump out at you. I said I didn’t either. I like dressing up like someone else, getting candy, jack-o-lanterns, parties, and movies. She said she liked that too.

Then she said that the scariest parts of Halloween make her “eyes fall out, and my body fall off, and I turn into a skeleton. A real skeleton!”

She also told me what her plan is for next Halloween. She said that she’s going to dig a hole in the front yard, put a sign by the hole that says, “Don’t get in my spot!”, and then she’ll put lights all around so she can see where she’s going, and then she’ll take off her body and be a skeleton, and then she’ll hide until someone comes to the door, and then she’ll jump out and yell, “Boo!” and they’ll be so scared because they saw a real skeleton! “You know what the scariest part is?” she said. “Boo!”

Did You Know. . .

. . .that Lehi saw the great and "suspicious" building in his dream?

. . .that "Goliath" appeared to Mary?

. . .that Christopher keeps us all laughing?

Life Is Good

So I still haven't posted any pictures, partially due to the fact that we ran out of storage capacity for our photos and videos. (I love digital stills and video, but WOW do they use up memory!) This current incarnation of our computer is about 5 years old, and contains elements from other incarnations (including a video card that is so old that we can't even view the videos from our digital camcorder on it), and we thought maybe instead of ordering more external hard drives we'd bite the bullet and just build an entirely new computer. (The first time Justin built one was back when Ashley was in the womb; he's upgraded and re-built several times since then. I'm pretty sure this current one contains no elements of the original, but I could be wrong.) It wasn't just as simple as buying a new video card, because our current computer would not be able to handle a new video card, so by the time we upgraded everything sufficiently, we might as well have bought a new computer anyway. So that was the plan.

Well, after replacing our water main (a story for another post), and then doing the 60,000 mile maintenance on the Suburban and finding a surprise repair (OUCH), we moved to Plan B. We ordered two external hard drives. Now, if Justin ever finds the time to get them put on our network, we'll be able to download our new videos and photos. I'll try to post what we've got in the meantime. It just seems like we walk through cold tar around here sometimes, but I wouldn't trade the reasons for anything in the world. Life is busy, but LIFE IS GOOD. And if anyone's still out there, I love you and I'm glad you're my friends and family!

Yin and Yang and Christmastime

Christopher is an interesting study. How he manages to be so maddening and so lovable at the same time is amazing to me. He is fiercely independent, extremely curious, and intense in feeling. One neighbor said that "he just keeps 10 steps ahead of you, doesn't he?" He knows what he wants to do, get, or be, and he moves forward, without regard for time, convenience, or rule. And if you are not 100% consistent, 100% of the time (any parent knows consistency is important, but knows being perfectly consistent is impossible, due to unforeseen circumstances), watch out!! He has constantly made me re-evaluate my parenting skills and has brought me to my knees in frustration (which is where Heavenly Father would like us to be when figuring out how to raise His children anyway. . .). He was the first child we've had that made me sigh with relief instead of tears when he started school.

He has also reminded me of the pure joy of life and the wonder of creation and just being. He has lit up my heart with smiles that fill his whole face, hugs that practically crack your ribs, and tender kisses accompanied by the words, "I love you, Mom." As I have watched him shower his intense love on others and live his life with zest, it has made all the countless times I've had to tell him to stop doing something he already knows he's not supposed to do, drive around the neighborhood looking for him yet again, or helping him clean up another "creative" mess he's made all worthwhile.

School has been interesting. He has been blessed with amazing teachers that know just how to work with his personality. (I am so grateful for the power of prayer!) He has had some incidents in which he had to re-evaluate his philosophy of dealing with frustration and other people (and even a visit to the principal's office. . .), but they shower him with praise and love and help him work constructively through his problems.

As any mother would, I look back on my not-so-shining moments and worry about how they may have affected him and his behavior. So it was really nice to get a note from his first-grade teachers (yes, his class has two; they team-teach because one is an administrative intern) telling me of a recent class activity.

The class was discussing Christmas and talking all about getting presents, Santa Claus, and so forth. Christopher raised his hand and said, "You know, Christmas is really about baby Jesus being born. That is why we get presents." It made everyone stop for a moment, and then they said, "Oh, that's right." I don't think his teachers know how much this little note means to me, but maybe they have an idea. It means that our efforts are not in vain, that all we've tried to teach him is absorbing somewhere. Something is sinking in. I am so proud that my son would remember our Savior at Christmastime when so many exciting things can distract us, and that he would talk about Him in front of his entire class. I am humbled beyond measure to be this little boy's mother. (And, in true Christopher-fashion, as I read the note and cried, I discovered that he was trying to lock his younger sister in her room!)

Merry Christmas everyone!!

The Spirit of Christmas

I loved this beautiful message and I hope you will too!

Catching Up

Why is it that life has a way of going faster than you can keep up with it? I had hoped at this point to post photos of all the things my kids have been doing (activities and growing up), but it has not happened! I hope I can be forgiven as I get my feet back under me. I promise I will post pictures of birthdays, soccer, baby, and more soon!

Introducing Rebecca

We are so excited to introduce the newest member of our family! We are sorry we are so slow at getting this posted--we've been a little busy!

This is Rebecca! She was born on July 24, 2009 at 7:47 A.M. at Davis Hospital in Layton, Utah. She was 7 lbs. 14 oz. and was 20 inches long. We are so thankful for this sweet little girl! Her siblings all absolutely adore her, to say nothing of her proud parents! She has beautiful dark hair and dark eyes that are just penetrating, and we are really enjoying getting to know her. We are so grateful for her and all the tender mercies in our lives.

It is always amazing to me how they just know Mom and Dad right from the start. Whenever I would pick her up in the hospital after she started to fuss, her cry would change to an almost happy whimper and her face would look almost smiley, like she was saying, "I know who this is and that she's going to give me what I need." Whenever Daddy would visit, she would get very quiet and just stare at him for the longest time. We got some real grins out of her the second week, and it is just so fun to see those little smiles that are just straight from the heart. (I know all the grandmas tell you newborn smiles are from gas, but who ever smiled when they had gas?!) She has smiled more and more every week, and she has even started giving grins to her siblings!

Here are some other photos of our little sweetheart and her adoring crowd:

Does Jeremy look a little confused? Actually, I think he was more confused by Mommy being gone from home for the first time in his life! He would hardly look at me or touch me in the hospital bed until a few days later! He is adjusting fairly well, but he has a hard time being gentle. He is absolutely fascinated by the baby, saying, "Baby!" all the time, and wanting to watch her and touch her. He has also discovered that if he is too rough, he gets a reaction, which is also fascinating to him, unfortunately! I've tried to find a balance so that he can still touch his sister and "talk" to her but not hurt her. Not easy with a child this age. I'm so glad that he likes her, though!

Christina is so excited! (And shaggy!) She has such a motherly personality, and she loves being able to do anything for Rebecca. Christina makes frequent visits to Rebecca no matter where she is in the house. She has also been such a big help!


Proud oldest sister, Ashley! Ashley can now be trusted to hold and entertain the baby, and she loves carrying her around the house like a little mother. She loves to coo at Rebecca constantly!
Ashley and Christina have had a daily "buddy" to help--Jeremy or Emily--and Ashley has become really good at doing Emily's hair, something she has enjoyed.

Christopher loves his new sister. . .

and so does Emily!
Emily is constantly giving the baby hugs and kisses and loves to get down by her and talk to her!
Christopher loves to talk to and sing to her and can't wait until he can play with her a little more! He keeps dumping toys in her cradle and saying in a high voice, "Look at this! Look at this!" I had to remind him that she will be able to play soon, just not yet.

I love this picture of Justin and the kids--I think it captures in part what a great dad Justin is!


Justin and I celebrated our twelfth anniversary on July 26th at the hospital! At least it was a happy occasion. . .
Justin always has to remind me how much he loves having his picture taken. . .

Our "candlelight meal", courtesy the hospital. The food's actually pretty good at Davis! When I first started having babies there, it was atrocious. The only decent meal there was breakfast, and even that wasn't so great. I think they got a lot of complaints because they hired a fancy chef and the food is SO much better! So our meal was actually like going out to a nice restaurant. I highly recommend the cheesecake (not that I want anyone to end up in the hospital, but if you happen to be there. . .).

One of the pediatric nurses got Rebecca's hair to go all curly with some gel--I took so many pictures trying to capture the effect, I think Rebecca was beginning to wonder if I'd ever stop (as this next photo illustrates). . .

Getting ready to go home on July 27th! Every baby we've ever had has screamed as soon as it's time to go home, no matter if they've been fed, changed, and are happily asleep just before. Maybe it's the clothes. Anyway, it's kind of funny!

Rebecca's home! The whole family together. Aunt Kristin so kindly took this photo for us. She was at our house busily planting a flower garden in honor of Rebecca's arrival--and all after she'd stayed up super late multiple nights in a row at their company, Climbing Holds. (And this was supposed to be a vacation, as she was visiting from Dallas!) What a woman!

Home in my own bed!

They Just Keep Me Chuckling. . .

Lately our kids have been going to church in stages--when they're ready, they go (unless they must be accompanied by an older person). At least some of them get to 9:00 A.M. Primary on time that way! This past weekend, Ashley left second-to-last, then Justin left last with Emily. Justin joked that he and Emily were going to beat Ashley to church, and Emily turned to him and said, "Daddy, this is not a race. There are no racing cars and no winning flags."

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After church, Christopher was reading an older edition of the Friend to Emily. He turned to an article by Gordon B. Hinckley, and said, in an affectionate voice, "It's Gordon B. Hinckley!" Emily immediately replied, "He's out of this world!" (To top off that little gem, Christopher replied in a very matter-of-fact voice, "He's dead, and now we have another prophet.")

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My mom and dad took Ashley for a little shopping trip for her birthday. When I was growing up, one of my dad's favorite things to say as we pulled out of our driveway to go anywhere was "We're off like a herd of turtles!" He still says this when we're around (I'll have to ask my mom if he says it when they're alone. Come to think of it, I say it sometimes too. . .). Well, as they pulled away from our curb with Ashley in the backseat, like clockwork, my dad exclaimed, "We're off like a herd of turtles!" Ashley replied, "Grandpa, you are entirely too predictable!"

For Cryin' Out Loud. . .

Okay, I'm already somewhat of an emotional person. But when I'm pregnant, watch out! Especially towards the end. It seems like I just keep falling apart, bit by bit, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a dysfunctional puddle.

Justin knows we're getting to the end when I cry about seemingly everything. Here are some examples:
--Coming home from a weekend of little trips (a trip to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple and my cousin's missionary report in his sacrament meeting) in the van, I realized that this was the last time we would ever go on a family excursion in it. Sob. . . (Justin told the kids we should just head straight to the hospital after this episode!)
--After spending too much time that I didn't have trying to get large car seats strapped into the Suburban the proper way (and mixing up the instructions), and realizing that the way I had envisioned things wasn't going to work, I was in tears and wishing not-very-nice things to whomever decided that built-in car seats shouldn't be the standard in all vehicles (like in my van!). Oooh, teary and testy!
--After spending a very long day getting the Suburban registered and the van signed over to someone else, I went out to turn off our water main (long story) and saw the van just sitting there by the curb waiting for its new owner. Memories flooded through my mind, and I just stood there, weeping, with my hand on the van. I am so sappy. Then, as I went into the house, I told the Suburban "welcome to the family." I am so sappy and dumb.
--Watching the van drive away for the last time, I cried again.
--My apple tree had to be cut down to make room for the new shed which has had to be postponed, but will be built soon. There was no other way to make it work unless we spent horrendous amounts of money, which would be ridiculous. Sniff.
--I thought about how Jeremy is so young and will not really understand why suddenly his mommy cannot pick him up and is constantly holding this little baby all the time. What will he think? Will he think I don't love him anymore? Oh, the tears!
--I took the kids to Davis Hospital (mostly for the youngest kids' sake) so they could see where I would be staying and where they would meet their new sibling. A dad brought his new child in while we were looking at the other babies. I lost it, of course.

I could go on, but going past a sampling of the things from the past week would take pages and pages and would be totally boring. And, unfortunately, it's not going to stop anytime soon! You gotta love hormones!

Baby's "Official" Birthday

We finally know Baby's "official" birthday! I say "official" in quotes because she could still come when she feels like it before her scheduled due date, which Emily decided to do. (I guess she didn't like the day we picked; don't blame her, it was the day Hurricane Katrina hit the U.S.)

I went in for a doctor's appointment last Thursday, and the doctor came in and told me that instead of the 27th, the baby will be delivered on the 24th. The hospital keeps changing their rules, and this time, they have decided they will only let doctors schedule the O.R's a month in advance. So Dr. Farley called at 8:00 A.M. on June 27th to schedule my c-section and found that his friend and former practice partner, Dr. Sumsion, who usually assists with my surgeries, had called at midnight! (I guess I'll have to razz him a little. . .) So Dr. Farley took the next best available day, which was Pioneer Day. Dr. Farley doesn't usually do Friday surgeries for his family's and ward's sake (he is a bishop also), but he told me he made an exception for me. Gee, thanks!

So unless Baby decides differently, she will be born on July 24th! We are really looking forward to it, and I am scrambling to finish everything I can before that day. Life is not cooperating with me, but I think everything will work out just fine. We are all looking forward to meeting our little girl!

Recharging Our Batteries

I loved a story that was shared by our former stake president on Mother's Day. As I've mentioned before, he spoke specifically to younger mothers still in the throes of it all, and gave us some amazing encouragement. I was reminded of this story tonight and wanted to share it with you.

One of the things President Nelson talked about was that mothers need to make sure they get some scripture study time every day. He told us that his wife, the mother of nine children, had a difficult time finding adequate time to study the scriptures every day, but she made a valiant effort. She found that she could usually get a little quiet time right after breakfast, and so that became her scripture time. One day she was reading a chapter in one of the Four Gospels in the New Testament; the story of how the mothers brought their children to see the Savior, and the Apostles told them He was too busy to see them. However, the Savior said, "Suffer the children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of heaven." He reminded them that we all need to become as little children, or we cannot hope to join Him in heaven someday. The house was quiet, as Bernadelle's children were outside in the backyard. All she could hear was faint, sparkling, joyous laughter, which enhanced her study of this particular chapter. Feeling refreshed and spiritually fed, she stepped from her bedroom to check on her children. Entering the backyard, she discovered the source of their laughter: she and her husband had recently purchased several large boxes of tomatoes so they could bottle them, and her precious children were throwing them all at each other!

She was very upset by the incident, but she later told her husband that she was able to handle the situation with calm and wisdom that she knew she would not have had otherwise if she had not studied her scriptures. She testified of the power that the scriptures can give to parents, and to all of us, as we prayerfully study and ponder them. I also testify of their power. The scriptures contain great teachings that apply in every situation we will ever encounter, but there is also an unseen power that enters our lives as we continue to feast from the scriptures daily. Maybe some days we don't get as much out of our study as other days, but by keeping the commands of the Lord to study the scriptures, and trying as best we can to listen to the Spirit as we do so, we will be given power beyond our own to handle life's challenges, big and small.

Moo, Moo, I'm A Cow. . .

The former stake president's wife pulled me aside after the last stake conference (in June) and exclaimed, "You're about ready to have this baby, aren't you!" I replied that we still had until the end of July, and she gave me some words of advice.

She reminded me that the last three weeks before delivery are crucial for a mother's rest--she has every right to slow down and take care of herself. "Look at a mother cow," she continued. "Do you see her jumping a fence right before she has her calf? Look at a mother cat. Do you see her running as fast as she can down the street?" She also illustrated her point with the behavior of mother dogs. "So you see," she finished, "you need to do the same thing. And when you get to that point, just remember that Bernadelle told you you're a cow." Thanks, Bernadelle!

(So what do we have going on these last few weeks before Baby comes? A shed being built in our backyard on the 17th--finally (long story)! Moving things into it. A husband who can only lift light things. Major organization that has to wait until the things that are moving into the shed are moved. Why do I do this to myself? I just hope Bernadelle, who lives down the street, doesn't find out! Hee, hee!)