thoughts on a sunday

• The other day during a snuggle session on the couch, Layla was dolling out compliments.  
• To me:  "Your bun is blonde."
• To Brian:  "Your breath smells like...(pause)...salad."

• Thank you is all you can say to those compliments!  Ellery soon joined in and told Brian, "Your nose is long and smooth."  Those girls of ours.

• McKay is not ashamed to sing the Macarena.  In fact, he seems quite proud that he knows it, "maca 1, maca 2, maca 3, macarena, hey- macarena!"  I can't tell him, well, because I really don't know.

• We moved the  easel upstairs for a family home evening activity a couple weeks ago, and it's amazing how when you move something, all the sudden it becomes played with again!  They rarely use the easel, but then move it upstairs and it gets used all day.  It's back down again, but they had some fun with it and asked me to take several pictures of their creations.

• This happened in February, and I think I forgot to mention it.  McKay prepared as story for the storytelling festival at school.  He chose Little Pea, which is a cute book about a little pea that hates candy and loves vegetables.  He practiced while we were in Disneyland so it would be memorized when we got home.  He did great and his teacher picked him from his to move on to the second grade level.  He was  nervous to do it again in front of the whole second grade, but he did it.  He was kind of bummed to not progress further than that, but we were really proud of him.  It was a fun project to work on- and he worked hard.

• McKay had made several good friends this year in his class- most of which don't live in our neighborhood.  Skylar, Kyle and Aiden are his favorites and they all love soccer.  He begs to play with them (mostly Skylar) almost everyday, but I say no almost every day because it's hard to fit in a play date at four o'clock when you have to drive them ten minutes away.  We have a few homes going up for sale in our neighborhood soon, and I am hoping and praying for some good friends for my kids.  We'll see...as long as Mika the dog moves away, my kids probably don't care who moves in.

• This is a picture of when McKay had Skylar and Aiden over one Friday, after school.  I am used to the neighborhood boys, who are much quieter than this group was.

• Ellery had been wanting to have a pajama party for quite awhile, so a couple weeks ago, we did just that.  She invited her friends and they watched about twenty minutes of Frozen... about the time all the candy was gone, and they played school the rest of the night.  We took them home about nine o'clock and when you're six, that is just about the most exciting thing ever.  I was happy to do it for those cute girls.  

• Dr. Seuss hat day at school.  This was our attempt at crazy hats.  One of them got a prize in their class- can't remember which one.

• Every day after school I say to my kids, "Okay, good, bad, silly, learn," and then they tell me something about their day for each of those things.  McKay's good and bad almost always have something to do with scoring goals, or missing goals in the recess soccer games.  Ellery has recently decided that she hates doing "good, bad, silly" as we call it, and whines that she just doesn't feel like telling me anything after school.  

• We had fun a the BYU Rugby game a few weeks ago.  Rugby is a crazy game that I am still trying to understand, but it was a gorgeous Spring day, and fun to get out and do something together.

• There are holidays or silly little things where I might go a bit overboard for my kids.  It's so easy to get wrapped up in going all out for every. little. thing as a mom.  I am learning more and more to choose to put more time and effort into the things I actually want to, and not for those things I feel like I have to or should because other people do.  St. Patrick's day is one of those "holidays" that I am fine not being a super mom for.  We wear green.  The milk is usually dyed green in the morning- as long as it's not too full.  And I make a green dinner- always have.  

• When I went in to do art in Mack's class, we made leprechaun beards.  We talked a bit about leprechauns before we started and I was amazed at the stories that came out in that brief discussion.  Leprechauns seem to have turned into a close cousin to the Easter bunny and leave actual presents for kids.  Like big presents.  And most all of them talked about how they set traps for the leprechauns.  I was left wondering if we were the only ones who didn't set leprechaun traps.  I briefly felt bad for my kids, but then I realized that was stupid and I don't have to do things that everyone else does.  My kids have great experiences and memories and it's okay if we don't do something for everything.  I am not saying doing these things is bad, or wrong, just not my thing, I guess.  I don't want to celebrate St. Patrick's day any more than we already do.  The end.

• Layla was drawing a picture of me.  She got to the eyes and stopped, looked deep into my eyes and said, "Wait a minute.  One, two, three, four, five." as she counted my eyelashes.  She then continued on with drawing my eyes.  I have five eyelashes.

• I took my girls to get haircuts on a whim this week.  They hadn't had them since August, and Layla's hair really needed a trim.  The lady said that her hair was an inch longer on one side!  I took them to Aspen Salon, and they were SO excited to get their hair washed in the sink.  I told them how I used to work there and clean those very sinks.  It was fun and Layla's hair looks SO much better and is a lot less tangly.

• Ellery's hair wasn't in as desperate need, but she still got a healthy trim and enjoyed the experience very much.  

• McKay's class has been working on a play for months now, and this week it was finally time for the big performance.  He was one of the narrators and he did a great job.  We have all been stuck on the songs from the play Glow.

• Right before McKay's play, he had a cub scout field trip for his den meeting.  They went to a metal recycler.  McKay had been saving cans for weeks to bring with him- their den was trying to earn enough money for ice cream.  They also got to see a car get smashed at the end.  That was just about the coolest thing you could show a group of wolves.  He loved it.  He was dropped right off at the school and went straight to the play.  

• He is scheduled to get his wolf in April's pack meeting.  He has awesome cub leaders, especially Sister Argyle.  She loves scouting, loves those boys and is super organized and fun.  We feel really lucky that he gets to be in her den.  And so proud of our wolf!  He loves cubs scouts.

• Brian has been busy in cubs too.  He is the Cub Committee Chair, and was in charge of getting arrow of light awards for the boys.  He decided to make them, and with the help of his dad in providing and preparing the wood, he made beautiful, unique plaques.  He used a stencil to stain the arrow, and then a wood burner to outline it and write the boys name.  Everyone at Pack Meeting was super impressed with the awesome awards.

• Love these two frozen bums- one in a leotard (or biketard as Miss Anita calls it) and one in a swimsuit.  This picture is just a perfect description of my girls right now.  Also of note- Ellery sits in that spot almost exclusively while watching tv, and Layla is so excited for summer- she asks if its here nearly every day.  She is definitely a warm-weather girl.  Also, in the background of this pic, you will see a pink fly swatter- and that would be the toy my girls picked out at the dollar store.  Yep.

• Yesterday Layla took a nearly two hour bath...in her swimsuit of course.  She can still stay in there forever, playing with her girls and singing to herself.  It is sweet to watch and nice to have her doing something she loves for so long.  

• We celebrated our 11th anniversary on the 21st.  I didn't do anything for Brian- not even a note- which I kind of felt bad about.  But we had decided to go out on a date and that was it.  That's why I was so surprised and touched when he had a vase of tulip bulbs on the table when I woke up, with a sweet note.  He knows how much I love tulips and that I can't plant them up here so close to the deer, so he got me some to grow inside.  Such a thoughtful guy.  And they are gorgeous- blooming already on my kitchen table where I can see and enjoy them everyday.  

• This is a good time to talk about Brian.  He is training for the Squaw Peak 50 mile trail run in June.  This is something he really wants to do and he is working hard to be prepared for it.  Last week he woke up at 4:30 a.m. to run ten miles before work.  I mean, I just don't even know what to say about that.  Who does that?  He is crazy, but so dedicated to making this a good experience.  He's been logging a lot of miles and hours and it is completely common for him to fall asleep any time he sits on the couch.  He says his body will adjust to running this much, but I am getting a bit worried about him.  He is working himself hard.  

• Lets not even talk about the 100 miler he wants to do next year.  

• This week we took little Mack on a special date with just mom and dad.  He  picked Olive Garden.  It was fun to have him alone for a night and it made me think that we should have dates with one kid more often.  I know it made him feel special and I hope he felt loved.  I sure do love that boy.  I am so proud of who he is and how he is growing.  He is sweet, tender-hearted, smart and funny.  We are lucky to have him in our family.

• We are struggling with Layla these days.  I find myself not wanting her to grow up too fast, yet counting down the days until she's four and hopefully some of this sass will go away.  I don't know what it is about her.  I guess she is stubborn, she is independent, and she likes to feel like she's in control of herself.  Being the third kid, I seem to be in a hurry and rushing her way too often, and a lot of times that is when problems occur.  I have been trying to offer her choices, even in the heat of a melt down, so she feels like she is in control and that has been helpful. 

• She's still struggling with wetting her pants.  It's pure laziness.  I don't know what I did wrong, honestly.  She just doesn't like going and waits too long.  She rarely has full on accidents, it's mostly just wet in her undies.  It seems like she will go a few weeks doing great, and then things turn and she'll have four accidents in one day.  I don't even know.

• It's hard for us to know what to do.  I haven't figured out what type of discipline works for her yet.  Seems like it's nothing.  With McKay and Ellery, I know what is going to be effective for them- and it's different for both.  I have learned what they respond to and what they don't.  With Layla, I haven't.  I really have no idea.  Some things work a little, but nothing seems to really get her to think about her behavior and sink in.  Brian and I are sort of at a loss.

• Ellery is super into gymnastics still and I am amazed at the small spaces where she can pull out a cart wheel.  She can now do a one-handed cartwheel, which looks pretty awesome.  I am so happy that she loves it.  Moving her up to a different class seems to have been really helpful for her and she's improving quickly.
  
  
  
  
  

• Ellery got to dance at the PG High drill team performance.  She did awesome- she was right in the front and was so fun to watch.  Brian and I had some thinking to do after we watched so many dance performances that night.  It's hard because she has a lot of talent- you can tell from watching her- but we are not sure if that is a road we want our daughter to pursue.  For one, it's SO expensive, and then we worry about provocative dance moves and costumes and, well, we just worry.  If it's her passion and a natural talent, it's hard to steer her away from it.  What to do...?

Happy Sunday!

thoughts on a sunday (or just pictures from the last month with thoughts)

Here's the thing about my pictures lately.  I don't edit (usually) and I use my iphone (usually) and so these pictures aren't the greatest...but that's okay. 

This moment.  I don't even remember it, but how can I not want to preserve the moment when my eight year old son brushes my three year old's hair and that six year old cuteness in the silky owl pajamas supervises.  I just can't forget this.

I don't know how it is in your local second grade, but at Grovecrest, you don't even wear a stinkin' coat.  Don't even need it...not when you've got a hoodie and gloves.  That those boys are wearing these days, especially if they play soccer at recess.  We are so in on the coolness.

We zipped home from California (got up at four a.m.!) so we could make it to Ellery's gymnastics recital.  The performance had a Wizard of Oz theme and Ellery was one of the Lullaby Leaves, not to be confused with the Lullaby League.  We were assured many times there is no such league.  She did great and was so excited about the performance.  

Okay, now this moment.  This is just the best.  Ellery and her friend Maddie were dancing to Frozen music, of course, and Ellery was directing the choreography.  She kept saying, "Maddie, sashay around me," and Maddie shashayed around and around and around her.  I love this Frozen mania. 

You know, now that I am describing all of these poor-quality photos, I am just feeling grateful that I have them.  I am so grateful that I have a camera in my pocket nearly all of the time so that I can take a late-night picture of my son trying so hard to rollerblade.  This craze- this rollerblading obsession- came on strong and fast.  Eto "showed" him how to do it, and then once we came home from the Allred's, the blades came back on and he practiced until I made him come in.  Then in the morning Brian and I realized that the blades were very poor and not working properly.  This is when the negotiations and then begging for a trip to the store to buy rollerblades started.  It was his favorite sport!  He was SOOOO into it.  He just had to have his own blades that worked.  Luckily, Grandma had a pair of purple blades that were only a few sizes too big that he could borrow.  He practiced for hours and all was right in the world for awhile.  

The blades were put on a few times at home and he even tried to get some friends to join in.  

Then just this week, after over a week with not a word about rollerblading, he told me it was over.  The end of rollerblading came hard and fast.  And now I have a fantastic real-life lesson about not rushing out and spending money on a whim- like he was begging and begging to do, promising it wasn't a phase and that it was truly his new passion in life- but to save your "fun" money for something you really want and know you will use.  He's had his eye on a florescent pink soccer ball for about six months now and that I can support.  Six months is a long time for a kid to hold on to a "I just gotta have that" thing.  

We enjoyed the Olympics- especially Brian, of course.  McKay would beg every night to stay up and watch with Brian.  Sometimes we would let him.  It was kind of a bummer that they started at seven- the girls are usually (hopefully) getting in to be at that time.  They must have seen enough though, because they were inspired to create an ice skating rink for Elsa.  

Its been many, many weeks of waiting for this child to be picked as Student of the Week.  It finally came and she was so thrilled!  She thoughtfully picked a share item to bring for each day of the week to show her class, and had to make a poster all about her.  That poster.  That poster, that poster, that poster.  We had gone to the cabin over the weekend, which left little preparation for the big Ellery poster.  I at least had pictures printed, washi tape to decorate and cut her name out in cute paper.  We got to work on it on Sunday afternoon- it was due on Monday.  

She picked all the pictures, told me where they should go and I glued them onto the poster.  We both placed tape around the photos, and it looked cute.  She was super excited to "decorate" it with markers, and since I had done most of the glueing and taping, I was super supportive of her adding her own flare to the poster.  Her poster.  

When she grabbed, without thought, a red and a blue marker, I didn't say anything.  (You see, those were not the colors we had gone with).  I didn't say anything when she started doing...um...swirly lines in all of the blank spaces.  I didn't even say anything when the swirly lines looked like what can only be described (even by the artist herself) as scribbles.  If she was happy with the scribbles, so would I be.  

Well, after she had put the lid back on that blue marker, she looked down at the poster and frowned.  "It doesn't look good," she said.  "It looks like I scribbled all over it."  She had a point.  

This is when I got a bit...frustrated.  Okay, maybe a lot.  Why hadn't I said something?  Why did I just let her go with absolutely zero direction?  Why did she chose blue and red and swirly lines?!  I was fine if she was fine- but she wasn't.  She was embarrassed of the poster we had just spent nearly an hour working on.  "What if Mrs. McAllister says, 'Ellery, why did you scribble all over your poster?!"  This was her concern.

I had to go outside to get away from it for a minute, and told Brian what had happened.  He and Mack were outside playing catch.  He came back inside, looked at the poster and at Ellery and decided we could use the back.  I'm glad he was patient with her and willing to help a super annoyed mom make the situation better.  

We spent another 15 minutes ripping off all the pictures and doing it all over again on the other side.  The next morning, I asked her if she wanted to do some stars on her poster- I know she can do some great stars!  We picked markers together, and she thoughtfully put starts in certain places on her poster.  

It turned out just right.  It's hard- I wanted her to be proud of it.  I didn't want to do the whole thing myself, but letting her do it on her own wouldn't have worked either.  I learned that maybe guided creative license is the way to go in some cases- like this one.  Is that even a thing?  I don't know, but it was a learning experience for us both, I think.

Here's my poster.  Hehe.  That same week was teacher appreciation week and I was in charge of decorating Mrs. Herman's door.  I was proud of this door and spent way too many hours putting it together.  The great thing is that it gave me a reason to use my new paper cutting machine and I learned a lot about that.  It did, however, take way more of my time than it should have.  

The reason I am so proud of this door is not because I think it's super great, but because it was 100% my own idea.  I didn't use pinterest, which I would usually in a case like this.  The kids in McKay's class loved it and were so excited to see Olaf.

Did I mention Frozen mania?  Yeah.

I was also in charge of having Mack's class write thank you notes to their teacher and stay in the class while she went to breakfast.  I used my machine again, and had the kids put together little cupcake die-cuts and glue them on a card for her.  They also wrote their names on the shells of the door poster.  Layla had to come with (not ideal) and she was pretty good.  McKay had to step in and help me with her for a few minutes.  After we were done with the cards, we played Heads Up Seven Up and they all seemed to love that.  

I like spending time in the classroom.  It's a great way to just step into the world that they are in for so many hours of their day.  I like getting to know the kids and getting a feel for the dynamic of the classroom.  I teach a craft to McKay's class about every month, so I know his class pretty well.  But I have only gone into Ellery's class once for her Valentine's party.  Hopefully next year I can do more in her class.  

Elle is doing great in kindergarten.  Her reading is really taking off and she's doing awesome.  This is a story she wrote in school.  I was sad I couldn't give her a hot dog for lunch, like she had hoped.  She's such a good girl.

Layla and I were outside playing one morning.  She was showing me how she rides her bike so I popped open the back of the car to sit and watch.  Well, that is much more exciting than riding a bike, so of course she hopped in the back with me.  Zeek was across the street looking over at us, so we decided to invite him to join us.  It turns out that sitting in the back of the car is pretty exciting for dogs too, because he was eager to jump (and it took him some effort) in with us.  We sat there for awhile and Layla rubbed Zeek all over with a tissue- you know, cleaning him.  Not a bad way to spend the morning.  We like our neighborhood buddy- such a sweet dog.

I think that this girl looks really cute in her BYU shirt.  That's all.  Oh, and the morning this picture was taken, she screamed at me while I was curling her hair.  She hated curling her hair and I was a terribly mean mother for making her do so.  Then Brian, that smart man, complimented her when he got home from work.  He said, "Oh Ellery, I love your hair today.  That is my favorite way that you do your hair- it looks so beautiful like that."  

The next morning, when it was time to do her hair, guess what she requested?  You know she wanted those curls again!  Nicely played dad.  Nicely played.

Our friends the Smiths (Ian, Buffy, Riley, Peyton) came up to visit from Texas.  These girls have the cutest little Texan accents.  Our kids were friends when Riley and Mack were just two and the girls were newborns.  Now, six year later, they had a two-day play date and it was so fun.  

We went to breakfast at Kneaders (as much as I love that place, I had never had their french toast until this day!  Mmmmm.)  We played at our house for awhile, then went to BYU to outfit the Smith in some BYU apparel. 

After that we went ice skating.  My kids were a little nervous to do something new with new people, but they ended up having a lot of fun.  Well, all except for Layla.  She kind of had fun and kind of was over it at the same time.  

It had been about ten or twelve years since I had been skating and I re-learned that it is not my favorite thing to do.  It's especially hard when you need to help and three or six year old skate- so, so exhausting!  McKay was awesome though- reminiscent of his rollerblading days, he had a similar form-   a stick-man on blades.   He worked really hard and I loved hearing him say after we'd been there for about half an hour, "I made it around once without falling!"  Super proud of himself for that.  And he just kept skating- wouldn't use the blue walker, wouldn't' hold hands.  By the time we left he was doing jumps- half of the time landing them even!  It was cute, he and Riley skated together quite a bit.  

Elle mostly had help by either the walker or me or Brian.  She did awesome too, and we all were even more impressed with those Olympic ice skaters.  

We had the Smiths over for Sunday dinner the next day and after while of not really knowing how to play together, they bonded over a game of steal the flag (who knows how that really went down) and the grown ups got to talk and laugh and it's like we hadn't even spent six years apart.  I love friends like that.  

my last little sunbeam

 January came and went so fast (thankfully) that I forgot to acknowledge the  newest little sunbeam in our family.  

Ugh, there is something to significant to me about becoming a sunbeam.  No more nursery- this just spells out to me that she's not a baby anymore.  At all.  She's in primary now.  She sits there in the front row in her tiny chair, usually right next to her teacher, and she learns the songs and hears the lessons and does everything that the "big kids" do.  

In the car the other day we were listening to some primary songs and to my surprise I hear a high, squeaky voice singing along to a song that I didn't even know.  I laughed and cried at the same time.  

She's growing up.  Being a sunbeam is just official proof of that.  

Three has been hard on us.  Three has brought out some wild in her.  But even though it's hard, I still love three.  Because if you don't have a nursery toddler, a sunbeam is the next best thing.  

Here are pictures of all three of my sunbeams.  How come McKay is in a flashy suit with the biggest tie known to ever grace a sunbeam's neck...maybe the only tie.  What sweet faces and sweet three year olds and sweet memories.  

She gave her first prayer the other day.  I was all ready to be in there and help her and she was SO excited to talk into the microphone- even wanted to do it during sacrament meeting.  But due to a mix up, they had her give the opening prayer and I wasn't in there to hear it.  No one helped her, she just did it.  I was still in the hall after she had said it and a few people came out of the primary room, saw me, and said, "That was the cutest prayer I have ever heard."  I was so sad to have missed it, but knowing that she said it all by herself, I'm pretty positive this is what she said:

Dear Heavenly Father.  Thank you for this day.  Please bless my family and my friends.  Thank you for that I could be good.  In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

It's pretty much her usual.  

I love this girl and I am glad I get to have another little sunbeam around here.  

Amen.

thoughts on a sunday

• Mckay went to the dentist this week and he had NO cavities!!!  I am so excited about this.  This poor boy- who brushes and flosses the same as his sisters- has been cursed with my weak teeth and has some bad luck with cavities.  But not this time!  Maybe there is hope for him yet.

• The girls went the week before and they didn't have any cavities either.  I don't think that ever happened to me as a child...

• Last weekend we ate dinner with Brian at the hospital.  I love this picture.

• We have recently noticed a cute little twang in a few of Ellery's words.  Tired is tirrrad.  I can't remember the other words at the moment...but they are similar to that one.  She kind of loses the whole two syllable word and makes it one with an emphasis on those r's.  I hope it stays forever, kind of like my sister says Holloween instead of Halloween.

• I called Ellery's gymnastics teacher this week and she had some really great things to say about my girl.  She told me that Elle has some natural talent that stands out in her class and could go farther with it if she wanted.  I don't know what Ellery will want to do, but she does seem to really like it.  The place she's at now is great and she's with her friends, so for now this is a good thing for her.  

• My uncle passed away on Monday.  My parents were up there with him when he died.  It's interesting to me that these two men, who once were so close, could live a huge chunk of their adult lives apart, in disharmony.  Then my uncle, at the end of his life, turned to my dad again- which may have been hard- and my dad dropped everything to be there by his side- which may have been hard- and they were once again close during this very intimate time.  It shows me that no matter if you believe in God or not, and no matter the differences that have caused two people to live without each other for so many years- in the end, your family is important.  Your family is who you can always turn to- no matter what has gone on between you.  Being a sibling does not go away just because there are problems or difficulties or disagreements.  Being a sibling means something, always.

• I was not close to my uncle at all, and have but few memories of him from my childhood.  His death doesn't cause me a lot of grief.  But, suddenly, writing this now and looking at this picture of this man that is my uncle- the only one I have- I feel sad that I didn't know him better.  And I'm sad that things were the way they were.  And I'm sad for my cousin, who now has no parents at all.  

• Brian's cousin Jenni passed away this week also.  Was it the same day even?  It's been heartbreaking to read about the end of her journey and I think often of the sweet family she is leaving behind.  My good friend Cathy's dad died last week and I was able to see her at his viewing on Tuesday night.  It was hard to see her hurting.  It's been a tragic week all around, I guess.  I am happy that at least my uncle and Jenni don't have to suffer any longer.

• It has made me reflect on what is important and what really matters.  At least we gain that through grief.  I sure am grateful for the simple moments that I get to spend with my people everyday.  Like baking with my girls, or laying in bed with McKay, or snuggling with Brian on the couch at night.  

• Okay, we gotta lighten this up now.

• Sometimes when I'm getting ready in the morning I have to be creative in how I entertain little Layla.  Lately I've been asking for foot massages as I put on my makeup and it turns out that Layla has some pretty natural talent herself as a masseuse!  She takes lotion or vaseline, or sometimes both, and rubs it all over my feet.  Then when she's satisfied, she'll go and get me a pair of socks and put them on my feet.  This is not a bad way to get ready in the morning.  She really does love it too- she even rubbed Brian's the other day and she is so professional that she didn't even mind rubbing his disgusting callouses.  

• Lisa, as if she isn't busy enough, planned a French Revolution dinner party to spruce up a dreary January.  We all dressed up like characters from Les Mis.  McKay came up with his all on his own- he was the priest.  Brian and I were so happy that he was off doing something himself, but that didn't last too long.  When we saw that he had drawn a cross in marker on one of his undershirts we were not very happy.  He was creative though, I'll give him that.  Ellery stewed all day about her costume, but hers ended up being one of my favorites.  She looked just like little Cosette.  Brian was the one who truly stunned me.  This is a man who has only dressed up once for Halloween in his adult life, because I made him.  But for this he had a costume in mind before we even discussed it.  An old mission trench coat is still handy to have around!  His costume was great and I was very impressed with my Halloween-hating man.  Lisa's family was all decked-out too and I especially loved her in one of Grandma Doris's dresses with a bonnet on as a "french lady".  I love that lady.

• We had a dinner of french onion soup, french bread pizza, salad with french dressing and bread from a french bakery.  After the movie we had french dessert, which Brian and I brought from a real french bakery and guess what?  It wasn't very good.  But it was french- so we were happy.  I think that maybe us Americans are used to sweeter desserts- more sugar!- than the french.  It was fun to be french for a night!

• This week I had a sleepover...with like seventeen beehives.  We had a Book of Mormon Read-a-thon sleepover which has been in the works for six months.  Our class started personal reading back in August and we were all supposed to be to Helaman by January, where we would read the rest of the Book of Mormon together at our sleepover.  I didn't come up with this activity back in August, but since I replaced the second counselor who did start it, I got to be in charge and finish it- yay!  It was interesting.  I was pretty stressed trying to make sure we were on track for our reading schedule and really, when you're reading that much in such a short period of time, it's hard to take it slow and really feel and ponder and totally understand what you are reading.  That was hard- it didn't seem like a super spiritual experience for anyone.  But they did accomplish a huge goal, they did something hard and had to work for it, and they got into the scriptures- some having read the book for the first time.  Those are all good things and although as a leader it was crazy and a lot of work, if it touched one girl or a testimony of the Book of Mormon began to sprout from the experience, then it was totally worth it.

• I do not want to do a Book of Mormon Read-a-thon sleepover ever again.  

• I do just have to note that each girl was asked to bring a snack to share.  So there were like twenty snacks- all junk food- floating around us.  I cannot believe how much junk those girls can put down!  Me, Alison and Jill (the other leaders) felt sick just watching them and had to have a veggie break together to cancel out some of the things that we saw.  I think maybe I used to be able to eat that way.  Now I would die, pretty much.  

• I know everyone is dying for a wart update.  Okay, I'll tell you.  First, I am not obsessed anymore...maybe because it's not growing and expanding anymore.  And neither is she!  We are cured!  We went to our second opinion wart doctor and he offered us several different treatment options.  We decided to do beetle juice and poison ivy.  Haha, I can't even try to explain what those are, but one attacks from the outside and one from the inside.  They both seemed to work, especially the beetle juice which created a fantastic blister that peeled off with the wart attatched in just a few days.  I think she'll need another treatment, but we are on our way!

• We walked to church today and McKay stayed behind to walk with me and my heels.  He also walked home with me too, as I held onto his shoulder for support.  Both on the way there and back I looked at him and wondered how I got so lucky to have him as a son.  I am grateful that I get to be his mom.  Plus, he looks so handsome in his church clothes- he melts my heart.

• This picture of McKay as a two year old popped up on our screensaver and McKay happened to be wearing the exact same shirt.  How did he grow up so fas?  And how is this shirt still being worn?

• I often remember how I used to judge my older sisters with things they did with their kids, before I had my own, or even when I just McKay and Ellery.  One was not caring what they wore.  I knew that I would always care that my kids look nice and that their clothes at least match and are appropriate for the weather and season.  And then there came Layla.  

• I hid her swimsuits- or else she'd be wearing them daily with her rainboots and a coat (maybe), but I rarely even lay her clothes out for her anymore because I never chose right and she'll just end up avoiding my choice entirely.  She pretty much gets dressed on her own all the time now and I'm lucky if she matches.  Tonight I sent her to get some pants on because we were going outside and she came down in white footless tights as pants, with her little pink undies shining right through the sheer fabric.  And you know what?  Outside we went!

• Monday was MLK Jr. Day and we celebrated by going to the cabin.  There is just something so, I don't know...romantic?...about having to snowshoe up that big hill to the cabin.  It wasn't easy carrying sleds, kids, food and gear, but I kind of loved it.  We had to work a little bit before we played.  

• I was impressed with my husband for strapping on the old skies that we lugged around pretty much our whole married life.  And also when he slid down the tin roof into a snowbank.  These events were both not as extreme as we thought they might be, but he was adventurous to try them and I like that.  

• We are lucky to have such a beautiful place to go, even in the winter.   

• I brought a puzzle that I have been wanting to do forever and I was delighted to learn that Jaynie, Tyler, Sharp, Jenn and Adele are all puzzle people!  I am not alone!  I kind of have some feelings about Lindy and Al, but they weren't there so I don't know for sure.  Puzzles at the cabin!

• This makes me think about who else I was missing at the cabin.  It is becoming more and more obvious that there is a gender difference within the Utah cousins.  Poor little Ellery tries to interest the boys in what she wants to do, and sometimes she catches their attention, but mostly she is left feeling like a girl among...boys.  I have been missing my Alaska nieces a lot lately- I think about them often.  I don't dare point this out to Ellery because she doesn't realize that this is something she can be sad about, like I do.  I just imagine those little girls playing together and my heart hurts.  I wish they could be together.  

• I think Afton might feel the same way soon.

Happy Sunday.