Sleeping what a beautiful thing

There is nothing like falling asleep. I love it, you probably love it and well babies love it too. At least for a little while. I love when you find your sweet little one conked out in the most random of places, like the toy box(Kaely), under their crib, or under their crib mattress for that matter (Skyler). So now our sweet Adam has begun falling asleep in funny positions.

With his head on his teddy.

In this one Shay was working on the computer and just let him fall asleep in the jumper. Poor baby, his legs must have been asleep as well. He was so out of it, I moved him to his bed and he didn't even make a peep. FYI this was all in one day.

Brothers

Adam was welcomed into our home by all, but Skyler was so happy to finally get a brother. To me it is funny that they look so much alike. But I guess that shouldn't suprise me considering all of our kids look so similar. But back to these guys, even though they are almost ten years apart, they have a special bond that only brothers could have. I am so happy that these guys have each other and pray that Skyler is the example Adam needs and Adam is the reminder that Skyler needs. I love my boys!

Serving is so selfish, I just can't help myself

Since the kids are back in school, I have been finding myself bored, lonely and at times feeling down right sorry for myself. Throughout out marriage whenever I see Shay moping I always tell him "Stop feeling sorry for yourself and do something". But for some reason I couldn't pull myself out of it. Sunday came, and the themes for the day were, humility, service and charity. I immediately knew what my problem was. I was not going out and putting my shoulder to the wheel and because of that my shoulder was becoming rather pudgy with the rest of me. I put my mind to work and found opportunities to serve and help people. My week was so nice. I was happy and felt so good. Except for waking Wednesday morning with a breast infection courtesy of breast feeding. I have always loved helping people. I think it is because without the generosity and help from others growing up, my life would have been much more difficult. When I serve I have a sense of self, that I have a purpose and an importance. I know it is what my Savior would have me do and I feel that every time I serve. So yes, for me serving others is totally selfish and I love it.

Movin' N Groovin'

He is a crawler! Eatin' crayons, chokin' on green beans, this little baby isn't just sittin' around any more. Now the hard part begins. Before they move it is all smiles and kisses, now its lockin' cupboards and puttin' up gates. He is still the cutest thing I have ever seen. I just can't believe two not so perfect people can make such a perfect thing. God is real! Watch this baby make his first attempts and you'll agree, he is a super cutie.

Back to School Bash

Well of course the last week of school gets me thinking, did we do enough this summer? We sold fireworks, got season passes to Six Flags, went to the beach, so on and so on. But I always want to go out with a bang. So I planned a week of fun. Monday we took my sister and her kids to Six Flags. I guess every one was thinking the same thing, It was packed. Tuesday, picnic and splash water park and a movie at home with friends. I bought Shay a clearplay DVD player that edits movies and we watched Sixth Sense. The rest of the day I kept telling the kids to move out of my way they were blocking my dead people. I just didn't want them to be too freaked out. Wednesday, swimming with the MacDonalds and swimming with the Urbanawiz Family. The kids were beat after that. Thursday, meet the teacher and a Back to School Party. We had 8 families that ended up being 28 kids and 11 adults. We played games and had hotdogs. My favorite part was the pie eating and donut eating contests. I think it was a party to remember. Too bad Skyler got sick and couldn't come. We really missed him. I hope everyone is as ready for back to school as I am. What a wonderful summer. Nothing like making good memories.

Schools in, So is the TV

There is something about the fall I have always loved. Whether it is the kids going back to school, or the cool evenings that give you a reason to cuddle with the one you love or apple pies, I am not sure, but I love the fall. I know one of the biggest reasons for me anyway is TV. I love to watch TV in the fall. I go on the shows websites and look for the cool new shows and my old favorites and put them on my calendar. I don't overwatch I just pick out the shows that excite me, like Survivor and Amazing Race. Then there are shows I watch just so Shay will sit next to me like Lost and Fringe. And then I am always looking for that perfect girly show with drama that makes me dream about the characters and hope everything will work out. I used to watch Gilmore Girls and haven't found a show that is as good to fit the bill since it went off the air. So here comes another season, I can't wait to see what will be on the calendar this year. So far we have Shark Tank and Flash Forward. Check them out on www.ABC.go.com and tell me what you think. Can't wait to cuddle my honey and enjoy some good old and new shows, Happy Watching.

What? Your old. No way. Me at Thirty.

Sometimes we just have to write the random thoughts we have. So tonight I write of thirty years of memories. My last words as a twenty something so that one day I may look back on this time and think that girl was so naive. I do think that I have made progress, but at times I still act 9. I think it may drive Shay crazy, well I know it does, but I tell him that's what he gets for robbing the cradle.

I think I have lived a good life, I have been severely happy, like the time Shay kissed me for the first time, or when I beat my brother wrestling. (I think he probably let me win) Or when I held my perfect babies for the first time and smelled their sweet hot breath.

I have also tasted sorrow, like when I have sinned or when I lost my Momma. I have forced myself to be tough when I was scared or lonely. But I have also allowed myself to cry for fear when my brother yelled while I was stranded on the toilet as a six year old, that a witch was coming through the window.

I have so many things to laugh about with so many wonderful friends I have made. Like the time Holli and I shaved our heads at school. Or when we would tell ghost stories all night and be scared out of our minds.

I have had to overcome, rise above and sometimes fall to get where I am. I have been blessed with the Gospel of Jesus Christ, so that when I fall He catches me and helps me back up.

I remember as a kid my momma saying for years she was turning 29, I would say "didn't you turn 29 last year?" She would always say "if I turned 29 last year how could I be 29 this year?" It took me a long time to realize she just didn't want to be 30. I couldn't understand why and promised myself that I would embrace thirty, I would tell myself thirty is the new twenty. Now here I am, about to be thirty and I ask myself if I will embrace it? Will I be true to that little girl that some how became me? I say why not. I realize that there is something about the body of a twenty something that has nothing to do with mine. So that lets me know it is time to move on, bigger and better, and I am not necessarily referring to my body on that one. I know that we don't know how long we have on this earth but if the next thirty years are as good as the last, I can't wait!