Archive for category: Heather

Probably not the coolest idea to post about ‘efforts in exercise’ one day … and the next … best-chocolate-ever. Though any woman might understand this sudden up/down once a month thang. ‘nough said.

Truman is the cutest little boy. He really has a darling face. Today I loved that he kept saying ‘yip’ for ‘yes’.

I bought ‘Liza leg warmers. Poor little bug gets so cold at night when she wiggles out from under her blankies. I tried to find winterish-feetsie-jammies in her new 12-month size, but they were no where to be found in March. So we’ll layer her up with a onsie, spring jammies, and arm and leg warmers.

Eliza loves us. She used to just need us. But now – she loves us. I can tell. She hugs us and lays on our shoulder. She reaches out for us (part out of need – part emotional). I love that she loves us.

The other night Abe asked if I liked being a mom. I asked him why he wondered. He said that sometimes when the little boys are screaming so much, he thinks it is hard for me. It made me get teary-eyed. I told him how much I love being a mom and that it’s my favorite thing ever. Then he started crying because he thought it was so special. I need to remember to ACT like I love being a mother- because it’s true… I do. Communicate my LOVE for the kids. If I’m always frustrated, how will the kids know how blessed I feel to be their mom? It was a good reminder.

Yesterday Max had a tantrum. He knows better. After he calmed down in his room we had a chat about this:
He knew his little heart was sad for being so mean to mom. He knew my heart was sad that he was mean. And once we talked about it, he had a happy heart again. In the middle of the night when he got up to go potty he said, “My heart is so sad.” So I told him how much I loved him, how much Jesus loved him, and how special he is. I love Max!

I’m getting excited about our garden this year. Sometimes I wish I had a few acres so I could have a gigantic garden. But then I remember last year when I was pregnant and I don’t think I spent an hour caring for the garden… Jimmy did it all. Maybe I forgot how much work it is? But – oh – the plentiful fresh foods … the rich dark earth … the satisfaction in eating food that we grew.

So – today can be a green sort of day.

I’ve decided lately that I can’t THINK off this baby weight (from the last 3 babies, that is). It will take more effort than that, I believe. I may have to stop relieving stress by eating Sixlets. I may have to exercise. Less eatin’ – more walkin’. Please consider me a genius for realizing this. Or not. But at least I realized.

Jimmy stayed home this morning for an extra 30 minutes so I could become reacquainted with the treadmill. It had been a few months since we had met. I walked for 28 minutes and ran for 2. The kids stared and acted like it was the coolest entertainment of the day to watch me exercise. Truth be known – I’m a total wimp.

It feels great to make efforts. Accomplishing is a good feeling.

In other news. Can you tell what this picture is of? I went outside to cool off and saw this snow piled on my tulips. Poor little tulips are so confused this year. They won’t know whether to grow or hide from the snow.

This is my daddy. He was younger than this when he got diabetes. Way back then :) he wasn’t expected to live past 50. Heavenly Father has blessed my dad with good health for many moons.

He served a mission in California. He taught Seminary (and met my mom there). He moved his little family up to Utah and then to Idaho. He worked at Ricks College as an administrator. He was Bishop and Stake President and is now a Sealer in the Bountiful Temple. He is a Fantastic Father who taught us awesome things like throwing spaghetti noodles on the chandelier and drinking tapioca out of a straw. He built us awesome swingsets and forts. Anyhoo… I could go on and on.

Well… the diabetes has been wearing on his blood vessels and 5 years ago he had a heart attack when my parents were living in Nauvoo. It was scary for all of us. My parents moved to Utah and now we live 40 minutes from them. I’m so glad. My kids have been able to see them much more often. Here’s my dad with Eliza the day after she was born. He said she was one of the prettiest babies ever. Cute Grandpa!

This Tuesday my dad is having Triple by-pass open heart surgery. Aaak!

This is what Eliza wants to say to grandpa. She’s very encouraging! (p.s. my dad always does thumbs up, “Good Job!” to the kids)

In thinking of Grandpa today, we wanted to share a fun photo of our afternoon activity. Mini M&M cookies on a Mickey Mouse platter. Grandpa will love it!

And because I looked out the window and thought, “Wow… this is almost like REAL sunshine (vs half-hearted winter sun).”

And there is sunshine in my soul thinking about my parents. They are so good. They are so faithful. And I know the Lord will be with them. Hoping for a successful surgery and a healthy and quick recovery for my pops! Love ya!

Lately we’ve been singing our own version of this primary song. It started because I could never keep the phrases & lines straight so I just started being silly.

We shine our ears
and we shampoo our shoes.
We call it the get-to-work done day.
We trim our clothes
and we shop at the store.
We clip our hair
and we paint our nails.
We tickle our elbow
and scrub our knee.
So we can be ready for Sunday.
etc… (the kids love making up the silliest of combinations)

Mostly it’s a silly way to say “Get to work kids, we have things to do to PREPARE.” Max thinks it’s the funniest of all. Jimmy – eh – I don’t think he finds it quite as hilarious as I do. But it’s helped us remember to take baths and get Sunday clothes ready and such. Go Saturday!