The other day my sister shared a picture on instagram of some Gisele chick:
a glamorous woman breastfeeding a baby, with 2 stylists fixing her hair.
At the same time, she was receiving a manicure … all in a fancy apartment.

Real life?!  uhhh, no.

But then again…

after a dinner of tomato soup & grilled cheese…
tonight I was sitting on the bathroom floor sorting oodles of laundry
(me thinks the washer and dryer are both on the fritz, by the way).

Truman started combing my hair.
Then Liza joined in and brushed my hair.
Two Stylists fixing mother’s hair.

Then Tru started singing, “Baby it’s cold outside.”

And we laughed.  How does he even know that song?

He tells me that I taught it to him.
He listens every time I sing that when we leave the house I guess.

This moment made me chuckle.  I may not have the glamorous life that the ‘world’ thinks everyone ought to have,
But I have so many glorious blessings in my life.


p.s. Tru found 2 pennies when we were sorting laundry.
This kid thinks he’s so rich to have so much $.
We are blessed.

Monday … & Mercies…

not much filtering going on this evening on this blog… too tired to deal with that…

I’m not sure what else I would expect of today…
after a fun family trip that exceeded expectations…
& inspiring lessons at church on Sunday…
and then wham – Monday.

As soon as I woke up to Abe’s never-ending alarm, dozed off, and then woke to Hannah playing a recorder downstairs, I knew it would be a DIG DEEP day.

Pulled through the morning of needy littles.
Put on my happy knee-highs & shorts {ok… really I didn’t have any clean jeans and I needed my legs to be warm}
Quickie trip to Walmart with 3 little people to price-match milk for $1.94 (thanks Wendi for that heads up)
Had a nice chat at the bus stop with a neighbor.
Another nice chat at another neighbor’s when dropping her girlie off.

Downhill from there people.
Tru bit Max {again} on the back.
Another bandaid and shrieking from Max.
Massive tantrum from Tru about alone time to calm down and apologize.
No nap from Liza.
Late lunch.
Hannah had a horrid day at school.
Mama Bear came out in me … again about stuff @ school.
Max snuggled & cried because his friends weren’t available to play with.
Cranky Liza from feeling icky gooby nose, teething, losing voice, and still no nap.
Abe and his friend were goofing off, forgot all rules of safety, Abe skinned his back on the moving treadmill.
Ouch! Like Major Ouch!
“I thought it was a good idea for a second.”
Hannah & I did a slam-bam tidying session for 30 minutes and the explosion in the home simmered.
Dish Fairy showed up for work right before Jimmy came home.
Jimmy came through with huge bandaids for Abe… and BLT’s for supper.
Tru was picking skin on his lip and had blood all over. Ouch!
Water & Lipstuff Tru! Where is your mother?
Had absolutely no expectations so I was pleasantly surprised.
Everyone shared a scripture about Thanksgiving/Gratitude.
Wrote a family ABC list of things we are grateful for.
Off . to . bed . for . the . littles.
Then more project time with Hannah. Gluing cardboard Chinook longhouse.
Studio C for Abe.
Bed for Tweens.
Mom made it through without losing her marbles.
I think the happy socks helped.
Wow… emotions are so hard to keep in control all day long with so many little people needing.
I was strong and didn’t freak out at anybody too harshly… uhhhhh hopefully.
My intellect knew everything would be okay… that nothing was tragic.
My emotions were on overload.
It may take a bit to recover from today.
And my life isn’t even that hard. Yes, I had a zillion tiny things that added up to ‘hard’ for me personally.
About 4 p.m., I sat down in the midst of the chaos and read this article about
Ten Sisters Missionaries who experienced a miracle … lived through the typhoon in the Philippines.
Tender Mercies… Miracles.
Put things in perspective for me.
I’m so grateful for every day Miracles.

Then my friend shared this principle…
We are so blessed to have a loving Heavenly Father who sends tender mercies to us
every . single . day.

I love my family…
and though today was exhausting,
I am grateful for each & every one of them.
As Truman said in the dinner prayer
“Grateful that Hannah, and Mom, and Liza, and Abe, and Max, and Dad could all be happy.
Grateful for my body.”
Keepin’ it simple, Tru.

Deliberate Mothers Principles

Just read a great reminder from April Perry about Deliberate Mothers. Wanted to keep this for my record.

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I love the 4 suggestions:
(1) Deliberate mothers read, watch, and listen to uplifting things that can reach the “real” person inside.
I was thinking about how i’ve been reading online news lately… ksl & foxnews. I somehow think I need to be informed to prepare for what’s ahead in the world. But mostly it just drags down. I think spending 5 minutes reading the scriptures would be more uplifting. I’m sure I’ll hear about anything major that happens so the reminder to SEEK OUT THE BEST THINGS is a good one.

(2) Deliberate mothers tell the best part of their stories.
Remember yesterday. Not my best day. Focused on the HARD. Tried to recoup by remembering BLESSINGS. But – trying harder today to focus on the right thing to begin with. Keepin’ it real includes tell the best part of life! Love that!

(3) Deliberate mothers remind themselves of what is important every single day.
This one is tricky. I spend a lot of time thinking… but I don’t always keep the top priorities at the top of my mind. Quotes, scriptures, uplifting music helps me stay on track with mothering and duty.

(4) Deliberate mothers surround themselves with like-minded mothers.
Oh – love this! I’ve been thinking this summer how blessed I am to have friends who I can turn to for advice and a listening ear. I love that there are people in my life who understand parenting children at this time. I love the support and encouragement I receive from these sweet gals. Ward friends, school-parent friends, random friends, friends from AZ, FL, & TN, high school friends. So great to have good women to talk with!

This is JOY

06 June 20137-webI had an ephiphany at this moment yesterday morning during breakfast.

Abe was helping make pancakes.
Max was sitting nearby waiting to help put the chocolate chips on.
Hannah was playing primary songs on the piano with Liza by her side.
Tru was fiddling and playing with his wand, a marker, and some flip flops just goofing off.

I felt that this was JOY… being together, working together as a family
(well – almost all our family… Jimmy was serving the Lord by attending early morning stake presidency meetings).
It was a perfect moment.

And a moment was all it was.
Then we went back to resolving conflicts with the tots.

But I was grateful for the TENDER MERCY to recognize & remember this moment of JOY.

zuzu, get some zzzzzzz!

big_ZzzMiss Eliza is still awake and it is past 10 p.m. Wow Liza! She got her digestive system cleared out… had a cup of warm milk… a little melatonin… a little lavender, and motrin as her teeth have been bothering her. She usually is begging to go to bed by 8. So this is weird. I even let her cry it out in her bed but she woke up Truman with her wailing.

Abe & Hannah both went to bed just before ten…an hour later than normal.

Jimmy is already asleep as he is sick.

What an odd night.

update: Eliza is still going strong an hour later. It’s 11:10 and I’m wiped out & can hardly keep my eyes open.

update:  zzzzzzzz… 11:20 .  sleep sweetly.

Strengthen the Family

Alma 37:37 “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good.”

is the theme for the week. We had a lesson on obedience… on doing the Lord’s will, not ours. Our Savior was a perfect example of this principle.

I have been full-force thoughtful about CTR Camp this week. We have about 15 people signed up. I anticipate we could have had almost 30.

Saturday night as I went to bed, a thought… “All that I do, as a mother, needs to strengthen my family. Is CTR Camp really strengthening my family or is it causing more stress than benefit?”

Julie Beck: “A good woman knows that she does not have enough time, energy, or opportunity to take care of all of the people or do all of the worthy things her heart yearns to do. With personal revelation, she can prioritize correctly and navigate this life confidently.” (April 2010)

CTR Camp is awesome… it’s such a good thing. But is it the best for my family at this time?

Dallin H. Oaks: “We should begin by recognizing the reality that just because something is good is not a sufficient reason for doing it. The number of good things we can do far exceeds the time available to accomplish them. Some things are better than good, and these are the things that should command priority attention in our lives.

“Some uses of individual and family time are better, and others are best. We have to forego some good things in order to choose others that are better or best because they develop faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and strengthen our families.” (October 2007)

When I went to the temple on Friday the thought of ‘SIMPLIFY and SLOW DOWN’ kept going through my mind.

Dieter F. Uchtdorf: “If life and its rushed pace and many stresses have made it difficult for you to feel like rejoicing, then perhaps now is a good time to refocus on what matters most.

“When stress levels rise… too often we attempt to keep up the same frantic pace or even accelerate, thinking somehow that the more rushed our pace, the better off we will be.

“My dear brothers and sisters, we would do well to slow down a little, proceed at the optimum speed for our circumstances, focus on the significant, lift up our eyes, and truly see the things that matter most. Let us be mindful of the foundational precepts our Heavenly Father has given to His children that will establish the basis of a rich and fruitful mortal life with promises of eternal happiness. They will teach us to do “all these things … in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that [we] should run faster than [we have] strength. [But] it is expedient that [we] should be diligent, [and] thereby … win the prize.”

“Let us simplify our lives a little. Let us make the changes necessary to refocus our lives on the sublime beauty of the simple, humble path of Christian discipleship—the path that leads always toward a life of meaning, gladness, and peace.” (October 2010)

So CTR Camp is cancelled for 2013. I’ve cried my eyes out about it. My heart is sad. But I know, overall, it’s much better.

I don’t necessarily have less weight on my shoulders… only a shifted weight. I feel the greater importance of being there mentally and emotionally for my children and husband.

Is CTR Camp dead? No way! It’s just going to have to hibernate for a few years.

Mother’s Day 2013

Homemade gifts from the children:

We had a very tasty breakfast of German pancakes. Jimmy made them… they turned out delicious.
05-may-20132-webWe had stir-fry for dinner. It was extra tasty too.

Temple Square with Grandma & Grandpa Price:

An attempt at a Mother’s Day picture. It appears that we were all praying… not so. Half the group was complaining. The other half was squashed. The other half was sort of trying. And I was laughing… because this is tradition … arguing during Mother’s Day photos. Sigh…IMG_0477 copy

Oh Look… everyone is sort of looking.
I’m grateful to be a mother to this bunch of great kiddos.

the HARD is what makes it GREAT

the hard is what makes it greatThis is my new favorite quote. Let me explain why.

Take yesterday for example. Truman had gone to bed on a tantrum. And he woke yesterday on a huge tantrum. All day long was spent diffusing his temper. I decided he needed to work alongside mother. So – we gathered and sorted laundry. Truman was in charge of the jeans. He did it well. Then he and Max pushed the baskets to the stairs. It was hard work for them. As I was carrying the baskets downstairs Truman said, “You can do it mom!” I love that encouragement. Work is good for the soul.

After we started the laundry, we sorted shoes. … like a lot of shoes. Shoes that have been overtaking the entry. Summer shoes, winter shoes, too-small shoes, shoes without matches, shoes that need to go to D.I. At first he said it was too hard to find the matches. And then we took it a step at a time. He did great.

Last night we played outside as a family after dinner. { Glorious Spring, thank you for a bit of warmth } . Hannah and Abe & Dad were throwing a football. I found a softer football to play catch with Truman.

Oh . my . stars .
He loved it.

Oh, how he giggled.
I realized Tru doesn’t laugh very often.
He was doing such a great job catching it.
And he’d smile so big.

I’d encourage.
He’d say, “I am so good at this!”
He practiced throwing with one arm… hard for a 3-year-old skinny tot.

It was great.
I realized we need to focus on the things Tru does well. … and not define him by his rage moments.
We need to encourage him to learn new things and practice.
He needs to know that he can do hard things (like control his temper … and clean up … and catch a football)
The HARD is what makes it great.

This moment gave me great encouragement for Tru’s future.
I saw that he could do great things.

Which reminds me that when days are long and hard with crying tots
That all of those hard moments
are what make the GREAT moments so GREAT!

Sleep Sweet

You know the moment when you realize all the kids are down for the night…
you breath a sigh of relief… of quiet… of peace.
You know you have 12 hours (uhhhhh, maybe? – ok, rarely!)
without interruption to rally yourself for the upcoming day.

Tonight was such a night.
I told the boys the Digging-est Dog by memory.
Really – I just threw a phrase in here-n-there that rhymed.
We sang our traditional songs.
Liza kissed the boys good night and shushed them.

Sleep sweet little ones.