Yesterday was my moms birthday. She is all things wonderful, amazing, good, happy, peaceful and magic. She is the best of the best. I try so dang hard to emulate all that she is. Did you know I’ve never been embarrassed of my mom? Never. She’s always been my best friend and I’ve always been proud of that. I always wonder HOW she somehow managed to have that same relationship with all of her kids. We are all so close to her and tell her our deep secrets that I don’t know if its super common for kids to tell their mom. My mom knows everything about me and I know that all those things I tell her and pieces of me are safe with her. She has always been a safe space for me. She listens, understands and doesn’t make anyone feel bad for feeling or thinking what they do. She understands everyone is different. She doesn’t try to change people to fit her liking – she likes them for who they are. She is patient. She is the perfect balance of mom and friend.
I want to be her when it comes to mom. I hope and pray my kids love and adore and trust me in the ways that my sisters and I do with her. I want to be the kind of mom she is so I can have the same phenomenal relationship with my kids that she has with us.
She is the grandest. I adore her. I love her and I am so proud to be her oldest daughter.
Eeeeeeee!!!! I am so happy to be able to finally announce this! We moved!! We are in a different home!
It’s so crazy. Honestly, a few months ago if you would have asked us if we had moving on our radar, you would have for a big ol’ NOPE for us! We planned on staying in our home for several more years. We knew how we could make it work and we felt good about it. But then an opportunity came up with the new house. It was an opportunity that truly, we would have been absolutely idiotic to have turned down. We didn’t make the decision quickly, and we discussed the heck out of the pros and cons. We came to realize that both options were right. Staying in our old home would have been fine. So would moving to a new house. So ultimately we just had to just decide which was more right.
We knew we’d be silly not to do it. So we did. We chose to move. This new home has so much more room. It is a good home in a good area. We feel good about our decision. It’s exciting!
We are still in the phase of trying to get used to it all. Quite honestly, it feels like it happened really fast. So now that we are in our new home and slowly making it our own and personalizing it, it’s all starting to really set it.
We feel really fortunate. We feel blessed and excited. Our kids (and dogs) have transitioned into the new home really well and things are going great. Now if only I could figure out how to decorate my new living room!!
I’ll be sharing more about the house and some of the projects we are tackling as we go. Thanks for following along! I really do appreciate you being here.
Craig and I have a phrase that we seem to repeat to each other a lot, and that is, “the faith of a toddler.” We say this in times when your kid dives off of a chair and into your arms, absolutely sure that you’ll catch them. Or when they just know mom or dad can for sure fix something. You know, things like that.
Its been over a year now since this happened, but we gained yet another reason to continue saying, “the faith of a toddler,” and its a story I think about all the time because it really moved me. It was, without a doubt, a thing that happened in our family for us to learn from for years and years to follow.
We love to go on family walks. We always have. Sometime last Summer we were out on a walk on our usual route. Both our boys had brought a small toy with them. At one point we let Harrison out of the stroller to run around for a minute when we noticed he was tossing his little toy, a very small Woody figurine, up into the air over and over. We warned him to be careful to not lose it, and for a while he did fine, but then all of the sudden, Woody was nowhere to be found. Craig and I tried to recall where Harrison had stood the last time he’d tossed his toy, but try as we might we just could not find that tiny Woody toy anywhere – and of course, he was standing in the middle of a large, grassy field. Craig, Harrison and I looked for a while, desperately seeking this tiny little toy.
It started to get darker, but we kept on looking. My sister had texted me around this point and I explained to her what was going on, then next thing I knew, my whole family and one of my sisters friends showed up to the field to help us look. I don’t even know how long we looked, but it was a long, long time. It was completely dark by the time we finally decided to call it quits and cut our losses. We walked back home with a very devastated Harrison. My family had stayed in the field a while longer and said a police officer even stopped by to help (probably because we all looked so crazy out there digging through grass haha!) but they too had no luck.
The next day we decided to look one more time – just give it a shot. At one point, Harrison approached me and told me he was going to say a prayer. It made me pause. I’ve always tried to teach my kids that there is never a bad time to pray. Prayer is always a good idea. I’ve also tried to stress to my kids that whenever you feel a need to pray, you should pray. I’ve taught my kids this – yet, in this moment, I hadn’t thought to pray, but Harrison, my (then) 3 year old, did. I was so proud of him and so proud of the faith he had. He knew that there was no problem too small to take to Heavenly Father. So he said a little prayer asking that he would find his toy, my heart melted and we continued searching.
My family joined again and we started combing through the grass yet again. Thinking about it now, I have to laugh thinking about how silly we looked. This field was on a main road and cars were passing nearly constantly. I told my family how Harrison had prayed about it and my dad made the comment that we better find the toy or we’d have to have a tough conversation with a three year old about how not all prayers are answered how we want them to be haha!
It took a while, but guess what? We found it. My mom happened upon it and excitedly raised it into the air and we all celebrated! Harrison was overjoyed and we all felt a great sense of relief. The faith of a toddler is truly incredible and it reminded us all of something very important that day. There really is nothing we can’t take to the Lord and I’m glad Harrison made me recall that. Harrison victoriously took his Woody figurine home, and we then explained to him that after Heavenly Father helps us with something, we should pray to thank Him. He did that, and his little simple prayer of gratitude was incredible. I adore him.
This all happened quite a while ago, but I still think about it all the time. The faith of a toddler is inspirational, and I’m thankful I’ve got some sweet toddlers to continually remind me of how important it is to keep your faith strong and to remember that Heavenly Father cares about everything in our life – even the tiny little things.
Details and birth story coming soon. For now, just know that we are all doing so, so well. Our hearts are full as full can be. We have already been so blessed by having this sweet little girl in our family! I can’t wait to share more of her with you later. In the meantime, I’ll be soaking up all the newborn snuggles, smells and sounds because this is my heaven on earth!
It struck me just recently that next month, these wonderful little energy-bombs are going to become big brothers. One of them will become a big brother for a second time and the other will become a first time big brother (and new title of middle child). Like, wow.
Harrison was born to be the oldest. He was born to be the big brother. I have no doubt, that just like he did when Emmett was born, he’ll take on the new title of Big Brother x2 easily and quickly. He has always had this responsible, caring, kind and protective manner about him. Even as an almost two year old when Emmett was born, he never skipped a beat once he became a big brother. He just is meant to be one. I can’t wait to watch him interact with his new little sister and to hear what he has to say about her. I can’t wait to watch him care for her and her well-being. I can’t wait to see them grow up together.
Emmett is going to be unpredictable as a big brother. He will be sweet, excited and so happy to have a baby in the house, but I can also see him being kind of rough, wild and at times, jealous about his new little sister. However, I know overall that he will be so proud of her and eager to show her off. He loves babies, so I can’t only imagine how much he’ll love his own baby. I think he will be fascinated in everything she is doing, even when she is doing nothing. I imagine there will be so, so many questions asked and I can imagine him trying to take care of her all by himself, sneakily, behind his parents backs. He will love her fiercely and I can’t wait to see that all happen. I can’t wait to see how he helps shape his little sister and how he’ll protect her (and probably also drive her nuts) as they grow up together.
I only have sisters, but I always wished I had a big brother, so I feel really excited that my daughter gets two of the very best big brothers, ever. They will each treat her, love her and protect her so differently, and I hope that she’ll always be grateful for them, even if she doesn’t want to admit it at times. I hope they’re always close friends and that they see how much they can learn from one another. I hope they form a bond that never breaks. I’m so excited to see it all. I can’t say that enough. I’m just so excited to see it all happen.
Of course there are the pieces of guilt and worry that sneak in before you add a baby to the family and change the dynamic of the family. But I’ve felt very fortunate this time that the guilt and worry doesn’t completely consume me. More than anything, I am consumed by the excitement and wonder. I keep hearing how a little girl will change the whole dynamic of our family. I keep hearing that Harrison and Emmett are going to be the best big brothers.
On Monday we celebrated Memorial Day. Every year I end up feeling the same way on this day – I feel so proud and grateful. I feel like you read it thousands of times on that day, but the quote “land of the free because of the brave,” always stirs my heart up a bit. I am so very grateful that there are people in this world who fight for my freedoms. I am grateful for their dedication to people. I am grateful for their families. I am grateful for their bravery – oh my goodness, their bravery. I vow to always remember these people and honor them.
On this day, we went with my family to visit my sweet grandpa (who served in the Korean War) and walked around the cemetery for a while. My boys are obsessed with pinwheels and made it their life mission to touch every pinwheel in the cemetery. I always enjoy looking at the gravestones and just wondering who these people were. After that, we went and visited Craig’s grandma at a different cemetery. We didn’t stay very long, but we still did some ‘browsing’ and pinwheel touching. It was such a nice, peaceful day. It felt good to be outside in the nice weather and to visit loved ones who we miss, dearly.
I know I’m a few days late, but I couldn’t let Mothers Day slip by without saying anything.
I am so, so grateful to be Harrison, Emmett and Baby Sisters mom. I am eternally grateful for their pure, sweet, genuine love for me. I am grateful for their patience with me and for how highly they think of me. I am grateful for the way they look at me and for the ways they can make me feel so happy and for the ways they can soothe my soul. Its easy to think you aren’t good enough for your precious kids, but these guys do their best in their own unique ways to remind me that I am exactly what they need – and they love me so much. They’ll never understand just how much I love them and just how thankful I am for them. I am blessed beyond blessed and don’t take the gift of being their mother for granted.
I’m so grateful for my own sweet mom who has always been my best friend, closest confidant, go-to ride partner and safe place. She is an angel woman with a heart of gold. She’s somehow found the secret balance of how to be a really good mom and a really good friend all at the same time and I can only hope to have half of the same kind of great relationship with my own kids as they grow up as my mom has with each of her kids.
I am so grateful to my mother-in-law who became an instant friend the day I met her and who has always been a source of joy and help in my life ever since. She is crafty and clever, hilarious, friendly and a great listener. I’m particularly grateful for the fact that she had Craig – the perfect person for me.
I very recently hit 25 weeks with Baby Sister and this ones really feeling like an exciting milestone. 25 weeks! Thats 15 weeks left of this pregnancy at the longest! I’m so glad time is passing – and moving a little faster every day. I think thats a benefit of subsequent pregnancies. You don’t have as much time to dwell on time and how fast or slow its moving when you have other kids to chase around. Its a pretty great thing that I’m grateful for.
I’m feeling so thankful for a healthy baby girl growing inside of me. She’s already blessed my life and is starting to give me hints of her personality stronger than she used to, and I’m loving getting to know her better and better. I can’t wait to meet her and get to know her even better. This little girl is really going to change the dynamic of our family – I can just tell and I’m eager to witness it all happen. Craig and I are making great progress in her nursery and I need to start working on organizing her closet/clothes/bows/etc and I know thats going to make it feel all the more real and exciting!
Now, just to mix up these periodic bump update pictures, here is a little collage of my three pregnancies, all at 25-ish weeks! You have Harrison first, Emmett in the middle and baby sister on the right!
Ok, so February was good. I was very pleased with how it turned out. I had a good mix of relaxing days and super productive days. We got so much done around our house as a family. We had several activities that made some great lasting memories. I grew bigger and sorer (#pregnancyfun) and we did way good doing our family Come Follow Me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting from March. I’m just hoping for another simple, nice, productive but also lazy month.
Honestly, the response I got on my post about some of my FAQ about taking your little ones to Disneyland was amazing. I wish I could share all the text messages I received, DM’s I got, etc and share them so you could all see why I’m so elated by the response. I’m glad I was able to help people and I promise that I’ll work on more in-depth posts about each of the topics I briefly hit on in that post.
I hit halfway pregnant in February and that always feels like a monumental milestone in pregnancy. It feels good and I’m just proud of my body and what its doing.
Also, I had the big ultrasound with baby sister this month and I’m feeling very grateful to say that everything is looking great with her. The ultrasound tech even told me at one point, “this is the kind of baby I want medical students to see, because this is exactly what you’re looking for in a healthy baby.” I mean, is there a greater compliment to receive while you’re pregnant?
I made an attempt this month to be more involved with my kids. They’re really good at playing with each other or playing by themselves, so its easy for me to let them do their thing while I do my thing. But I wanted to get down on the floor and play with them more this month or gather them together at the table while we did an art project or played in sensory boxes. We were already BFF’s, but it totally made our bond stronger and I am grateful I did that and will continue to do that.
We went to Jurassic Quest at the beginning of the month (a giant dinosaur convention that came to town) and my boys still talk about it all the time. It was lots of fun and something I’m sure we won’t forget anytime soon. I’m also thinking it’ll have to become a yearly activity for us as a family.
Two of Craig’s siblings (one with his wife and baby) have been living in California the last few years, and this month they all moved back to Utah! It hasn’t even been that long, but already we are having the greatest time having them close again! We missed them more than we even knew. Having them back is going to just be the greatest.
I’ve been able to watch my sister dance with her Drill Team a lot this month. She’s Head Captain and this is her senior year, so its been important to me to make an effort to watch her do what she loves. I enjoy it thoroughly every time.
My pelvic pain, you guys. Wow. Its trumped the nausea, its trumped the heartburn and even my anxiety. It hurts so. bad. If I were to give you details on all the pain this would start getting too graphic and weird – so just take my word for it. It hurts down there. Always.
I’ve cut exercise. I just can’t do it anymore because it hurts so much it isn’t even worth it to me. I’m still being active with my kids and such, but I can’t do exercise videos, intentional workouts anymore. It makes me sad, but I evaluated myself and talked to my doctor and we both agreed my body will appreciate the break. I feel totally ok in my decision, but I’m still sad about it because I had a goal to stay in shape this whole pregnancy.
My kids wake up so early. Whyyyyyy?? What must I do to teach them the beauty of sleeping in?! I dream of the day I can peacefully sleep past 7am.
This month we focused more literally on the word ‘home’. Craig and I completely de-junked our house. Like all of it! It feels so good. We got rid of SO much stuff! Like, when did we become hoarders? Its incredible how much stuff you somehow accumulate without even knowing it. We were both in a really great mindset the whole time we did this so we were great at getting rid of things that we never used, didn’t serve us, etc. I can’t stress enough just how great this all felt. My home has never felt so orderly, clean and peaceful. We also really started on baby sisters bedroom. We came up with a plan. We emptied out the room that will now be hers and got a lot of it prepped. I’m hoping that we are able to finish it up at least almost all the way in March! Exciting times!
The 27th of February has become a day where my family celebrates each other and our togetherness and how grateful we are to all be here. This year we celebrated by one of my sisters teaching us to do acrylic pours (equal parts stressful and fun, it turns out) and we ate pizza and just had an overall great time being with each other.
I am so grateful for my family. That picture up there on the left is so special to me. I know its goofy and a lot of funny stuff is going on, but those are my six favorite people (baby sister included) up there all in one picture and I feel a tremendous sense of gratitude for them each and every day – but especially the 27th.
Just a friendly reminder to you all – be kind. Treat others the way you’d want your own children to be treated. Check in with each other. Give compliments. Be a friend. Do good. Your words and actions can go a long, long way.