Make my day... or month!

Again, a greatly tardy post. We have been on a trip to he lovely and warm state of AZ... a post on that to follow. No internet access... excuses, excuses. Moving on...

About three weeks ago, on a lovely Sunday afternoon. I was chatting with a friend after a meeting. Let me start this story with a description of this friend. First of all, she is gorgeous, tiny, stylish and always, ALWAYS looks perfectly put together. Add to that that she has beautiful kids that also are as put together as she. And top it off, most importantly, that she exudes a calm and confident demeanor, she has a radiant countenance, is knowledgeable in things spiritual and temporal, is well educated and pretty much is the kind of gal I look at think... now that is someone who has it together! She is so classy and I find it hard to even imagine her cleaning a toilet or mopping a floor- not that she is not a hard worker, but you know those people just seem above such menial labor that pretty much surrounds my day. She is someone I admire greatly and think is pretty much the cream of the crop.

Well, now that you have an idea of who this is coming from... she basically threw me for a loop and gave me about the best compliment one can get, especially form someone like her. She told me, in a much more eloquent way, that she thought I was amazing and great. I know this seems like a funny post, but I just had to let this said sister know that, it was one of the best compliments I have ever had. So.. to you... Thanks!

You just never know what others think...

Boys will be boys

And this is how our Friday went... little boys heads and square banisters do not mix well.

At least 2 hours in the ER, being strapped to a pappose board, and getting 4 lovely stitches did not dampen his spirits too much. Although, this picture was taken about 8 hours later.

Illiterate and tired

I am working on getting the ever anticipated "rest of summer" updates up. But, much to my dismay, my dear hubby(whom is the master of this lovely computer) has done some tampering or something with the shortcut he so kindly created for me to shrink down my photos for your viewing pleasure. And since I am far from the master of this machine, I am at a standstill until he is home from work long enough for me to mention this to him. Yes, he is working LOTS these days. I am not a fan. The other day he arrived at our abode at 11 pm- yes I said ELEVEN! I am going to have to call up those general authorities and give them a piece of my mind... what kind of slave drivers are they?

As a side note, does every Mom out there have "getting their 3 year old to go to bed" problems? Or am I just miserably failing in that aspect of my parenting? I swear I have tried everything... but am very open for suggestions. I am talking sitting in her room for 2 hours singing and doing everything she can to not fall asleep. Pretty much, just driving me crazy. If I would sleep in her room with her(which I have done) she falls right asleep. But, alone... it's the ninety minute wind down. HELP!

Toria's big "3"

On a hot and windy day in July, we celebrated our little gal's third birthday. All She wanted was a circus/elephant party. So... that's what she got. I attempted to turn our backyard in to a "greatest show on earth." We had our deck turned into a circus tent(note the "windy" previously stated, not so helpful in keeping that tent together). A clown, "Bubbles",  who provided the face painting/magic show/balloon animals entertainment. We had two amazing cakes(thanks Aubri!!!) 1)an elephant and 2) a circus tent. We had a pink elephant pinata, make your own clown hat, circus coloring pages... and well, that's about it. The only request that I could not make happen for my ever so easy to please tyke was an elephant ride. Yes, just a small request. But, alas, there are no elephants for rent in Utah. In fact, there are no elephant rides, that I could find, anywhere except for India. A little too far and too exotic of a trek for the time being. Still, she was thrilled with everything. Especially the elephant cake. I think she only stood staring at it for about 15 minutes.

Excuses, Excuses!

I admit it. I am a pathetic, finicky, non-consistent blogger! I know all of you(all 3 of you that read this) are just dying to hear updates of my amazingly exciting life. I really only have 2 reasons(ok... excuses) for my absence, here goes.

1) When I get behind, I think of all the time it will take to catch up. Hence the reason that my scrap booking effort has not been completed past my freshman year of college(and never will! I have written off that dreaded means of torture and guilt forever. I'll save my soap box on that one for another post.)

2) Baby #3 is on the way and I have been feeling, how shall I put it, less than stellar. Now there are many of you that I cannot hold a candle to. I'm not saying this is a good excuse. I am not throwing up 14 times a day, I am not bedridden, or anything of the like. But the daily nausea/vomiting/exhaustion/etc. have taken a bit of wind from my sails. 

But, nonetheless, back on the bandwagon I am! I will post about my firstborn's 3rd birthday(only 2 1/2 months late), my son's biting tendencies, and more! 

I hear the faint cheers of my 3 followers!

Goin' to the chapel

My daughter has a bit of an obsession. She is infatuated with everything involved in, thought about, or pertaining to being married/a wedding. In church, she bears her testimony... "I will get married in the temple." She sees a bride, on t.v., in a picture, anywhere... "Mommy, she is married, is she married in the temple, who is she married to...???" She sees any type of bouquet of flowers... "When I get married, I will have flowers, are those my married flowers?" 

And always this one:

T: Mommy, I will get married

Me: You can't get married until you are bigger, a grown up.

T: I will just get little married now.

The latest on this string is her absolute certainty that she will marry Rome. She asks/tells him: "Rome, will will you marry me." "Mommy, Rome and I will get married and he will put a veil on my head, and I will have beautiful flowers and a beautiful dress and we will be married." (Because we all know that marriage is ALL ABOUT a swanky dress, nice flowers, and the veil. Nothing more too it than that. Right?!) She then proceeds to make him dance with her and continues to tell him that they are married now. I try to inform her that in not so many years the idea of marrying your brother will not only sound unappealing, but downright gross. Nope, she's set. He is THE ONE. Well, at least I know I will like the in-laws!

Lessons from a three year old

I shared this little tidbit with some friends the the other night:

ME: (something along the lines of...) Toria, that was a very bad choice and it makes me sad                  when you do that(pathetically, I don't even remember what it was that she did!)

TORIA: well, Heavenly Father loves me even when I make bad choices.

Howe do you respond to that one? Other than agreeing and being so glad that she knows this. One of the said friends responded with reminding me of the fact that this is so great that she knows this and how fantastic it will be if she can carry this with her thru her life. (Thanks, said friend.) And I thought about this so much. How great is this that she knows that she has someone that no matter what, will always love her. How much better would we all be if we REALLY knew that and REALLY believed this with all our hearts? I don't know about you all, but I have a feeling that most of us are much harder on ourselves than ANYONE else would even think about being. If we treated our friends like we treat ourselves sometimes, we wouldn't have many friends! Thus(I love that word), let's just give ourselves a little break and remember who loves us.