Tuesday, April 8, 2014


This photo was taken at Daniel's basketball game. It was loud, and chaotic. Kids were climbing all over the bleachers, everyone was yelling, whistles were blowing.

And Emily was reading.

I felt like I was looking at myself at that age. I carried a book with me everywhere I went. I once even tried to read while riding my bike. I hid my book in my lap during class so that I could read while the teacher taught. I remember my dad telling me, "Stop reading! Go outside and get in trouble!"

I'm guessing he regretted saying that a few years later. 

Jazz Game

One on One dates are important. 
We don't do them enough, but we try.
I know that Daniel will remember this night with his dad, and remember how happy he was, how loved he felt, and how much fun they had together

Daniel really wanted to ride the Front Runner up to the Jazz game. Even though it added considerable time to their night out, Kevin agreed. The game was good, the Jazz won and Daniel got lots of junk food. It was a parenting win, and we take all of those we can get. 

Pinewood Derby Woes

Hmmm, I wonder who the oldest cub scout it?
Daniel always loses big time at the Pinewood Derby.

Like, last place.

This was his last year, and his last chance at redemption. So we researched car types, and we spent hours on his car. 

It was awesome. It was everything it was supposed to be in order to win. Then we pounded in the wheels, and thought we were good to go. Daniel was certain he was going to win. 

He didn't. 

He came in last place. Again. 

His car was in first place in every race, until it hit the straight stretch. Then it became evident that there was something wrong with the wheels. He car was wobbling, which was causing it to slow down, big time. 

He was devastated. He wanted to destroy his car. He threw away his ribbon. Let's be honest, I was devastated too! I really thought he would win, and I wanted him to have that victory so badly. Since the design was my idea (based on my internet "research") I felt like I had failed him. 

Damn Pinewood Derby.

So I came home and gave him one of his birthday presents early -- a punching bag. 

He felt better pretty quick.

He leaves Cub Scouts this week and heads to Boy Scouts. The bad news is, Jake goes into Cub Scouts this fall, then Ben follows the next year.

I have to do this Pinewood Derby thing 6 more times. SIX MORE TIMES. 

Damn Pinewood Derby.

Monday, April 7, 2014


My favorite:


I get headaches. A lot. Tension headaches, sinus headaches, and yes, migraines.

Apparently I passed them on. 

Jake had his first migraine, and it was miserable. I couldn't do anything to make it go away. Mom's are supposed to fix everything, and I couldn't. 

12 years!

For our 12th anniversary, Kevin and I spent four days in Bear Lake. We watched movies, went out to eat, read, slept in, took naps, and enjoyed plenty of peace and quiet. 

I can't believe it's been 12 years. 12 years with my best friend, and 12 years that I wouldn't trade for anything. Every marriage has it's ups and downs, pros and cons, and we have ours too. But at the end of the day, we are best friends, we are in love, we do our best to make each other happy, and there is no one else we'd rather be with. So I'd say that means we win. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Benson David

Ben. What can I say about Ben? He's about to turn 6, and he's full of life, personality and VOLUME. He's always the loudest person in the room, and no one ever has to wonder how he's feeling about something. He's either giggling with delight, or crying with disappointment. It's never in between.

Ben started Kindergarten this year, and is doing wonderful. He makes friends easily, and his teacher  says he is the friendliest kid he's ever met. He and I spend our afternoons together, and he wants my attention for every second of it. He loves to come up with new games, create new things, and can spend hours playing with Speedy (his stuffed turtle) and Poochie (his stuffed dog). Lately he has also been drawing and writing quite a bit.

Ben says some of the funniest things ever heard by mankind. Sometime when I'm not so lazy, I'll find them all on my facebook page and post them here. He always makes us laugh, and his excitement and enthusiasm is infectious. He gives the greatest prayers, and has a sweet testimony.

He can also be the most frustrating child imaginable. He will cry, beg, argue, plead, lie, sneak and scream. He plays his "youngest child" card whenever possible, and is constantly tattling. His loud voice translates to loud crying, and it gets louder the longer it goes on.

Most of the time, though, I think of the word "Joy" when I look at Benson. He brings joy to our home, and he is so full of joy himself.