Thoughts on 9/11

The events the morning of September 11 were horrific. Yet in my life it was a day of sweetness and love. It was my first day home with my first baby, and I was madly in love with the little guy. Paul was back to work for the first time on September 11, and he heard the news on the radio on his way to work. At first he thought the DJ was joking -- they would never ground ALL flights! But then he changed the station and heard the news again. And again. And he knew it was true.

Yet in this national crisis, my husband was still thoughtful and loving. He knew I'd been up several times during the night with a new baby, so instead of calling to tell me the news right away, he let me sleep a while longer before calling. How can I not feel that love when his concern during that huge event was for me? And how could I not look into the face of my newborn baby and just know that God is watching over me completely and that He is love? (In fact, you can look up my post from a few years ago about 9/11 to see that God was truly watching over all His children that day.)

The events were horrific, yet I experienced beauty. No matter what happens in the world, I can still love my children, give them safety and security, and teach them the joys of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. No matter what happens for bad to us as a nation or as individuals, nothing will ever compare with the wonderfully perfect Atonement that was done with unconditional and complete love. Christ stated in one of my favorite scriptures: "... In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)

Yard Sale!

Today was my first-ever yard sale. I always thought I'd never have one, but now I think I could fathom doing another. Of course, when you're doing it for a good cause, it's easier to put in the effort AND get rid of some of my stuff.

So, what's my good cause? They have announced an LDS temple in Lisbon, Portugal. My brother served his mission in Lisbon (South mission). He has always wanted to go back, and I figure that it would be pure awesomeness for him to go back during the temple dedication. But a full-time student with three beautiful little girls? Well, that doesn't make for a lot of extra money.

We've been brainstorming ways we can make money to get him there, and a yard sale came to mind. So I decluttered some things in my house (phew!) and gathered other items from family and friends. Needless to say, we ended up with a lot of stuff and made enough for one plane ticket. Hooray!!! We're going to do it again and hope to make enough to cover the other plane ticket.

By the way, they haven't yet broken ground on the temple, so that should give us a little time to raise more money. Definitely let me know if you have any brilliant fundraising ideas! :)

Looking store

My kids want to make money. They often draw pictures and set up tables to sell them. (They've learned very quickly that Grandma is a sucker and will pay them; Mom pays only in hugs and kisses, which defeats their purpose.) They ask often if we can sell old toys at a garage sale. They ask if they can have a lemonade stand. They come up with various other ways to try to make money -- my favorite was that they wanted to start selling tires. (Of course, we didn't want to put Bro. Atwood out of business. ;)

So Shayla came up with a new idea: a "looking store." This was a "store" in which you were able to come and look at her display but not buy anything. Now that's my kind of store!

I think I've become boring

I read old posts I wrote and realize I used to be witty. In fact, I entertain myself as I read posts from three and four years ago. And now I sometimes feel like I have nothing to say -- or if I say it it's actually kind of boring. Have I been away from my career so long that I no longer know how to "spin" myself? Am I too tired to think of anything witty to say? Is having only 1/7 of my brain depleting the comedic parts and focusing solely on the necessities? I'm not bored with life or unhappy or depressed; so, exactly how and when did I get this way?

Oh, but if you ask my teenager, I am totally boring, no questions asked! However, in her mind I've always been this way ...

Pinewood Derby Winners

Our pinewood derby was scheduled on a Saturday this year so we wouldn't have any conflicts with the building. The kids looked forward to it all week! (Okay, they got their cars in February, so they've actually been looking forward to it since then.) They cut out their cars pretty quickly, and then the boys got to work on the paint jobs. I thought it awesome that they both had names for their cars this year.

Tyler's car was "The Bullet" and Zachary's car was "Zebra Zoomer."

 

 Here they are doing last-minute lubes to the wheels:

 

I love watching the boys' excitement as they're watching. Our boys got to race their car eight times each -- twice in each of the four lanes:

Shayla and Ella were excited to cheer on her brothers:

 Zachary's car started a bit slowly --  he came in dead last his first two races. Paul went to lube the wheels again, and that helped tremendously. Zachary even came first in a heat or two, including this one:

Here's Tyler's coming in third in a heat, although it generally fared better:

At the end their cars all got awards. Zachary got "Best Zebra Design." Really? Good thing since he was the ONLY zebra design!

 Tyler got "Best Ballistic Racer." He also got an award for being the fastest car in the Bear Den.

Needless to say, my boys LOVE the pinewood derby and already have plans for next year's cars. It is so fun to watch their excitement, and they're just fine not winning it all (phew!), although this mom of theirs likes them to come in first at least one heat to see their excited little faces. :)

Friendship, Babies and Life Changes

In staying busy with life and the fun and challenges of summer, I almost forgot to mention that my bff Hilary had baby Melissa last month:

 

 

Hilary and I met at BYU about 14 years ago. Man that feels like several lifetimes ago! We were roommates our senior year and moved up to Seattle together. She's moved around tons (I think she said something like 12 times in their first 10 years of marriage?), but finally we live by each other again. And yet with our growing families we aren't able to talk or do as much together as I'd like. :( However, she invited me to be at the birth of her "miracle" baby Melissa anyway. (Miracle because she was "done" having kids for the last five or so years. :) I realized that even though we're not as close as we once were, we're eternal friends. You know, the kind you invite to your child's birth. She's been there for all of my boys' births (she was too far away for Shayla's), and I've been there for all of her girls' births. Needless to say, it's nice to have a built-in videographer -- especially one who understands your desires for modesty and to get a birth video you can show anyone. ;)

This birth was a lot of fun to be there for, because 1) Hilary got an epidural and was the life of the party (especially when she kept thinking her legs fell off the bed since she couldn't feel them anymore); and 2) She invited all of her sisters to come. Lee sat over in the corner and played on his laptop in bliss without his wife in pain. Melissa made her entrance at 12:30 a.m. on June 9 and weighed a whopping 7 lb. 1 oz. (about 2.5 pounds less than Hilary's last baby!).

Anyway, when Melissa was a few days old we took some pictures and had some fun with the little cutie. Taking pictures is a lot easier when babies sleep like you want them to (so they're easy to pose :). Photography (although a lot of work!) turns out to be a lot more fun when you actually feel like you got a lot of cute pictures from your "session."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Balloons!

Every year the Freedom Fest in Provo has a Balloon Fest. It's pretty cool and we love going to watch the balloons. However, we haven't been in years, because the event STARTS at 6:30 a.m. That's soooo early! I guess the heat of the sun makes it too hard for the balloons to go up in the heat of day, so they have to start early. I was tempted to not go this year, but they advertised a Darth Vader hot air balloon. Um, hello -- we can't miss that!

So, we got up really early and headed over. Becca was gone to girls' camp, so we even had to wake up Austin to bring him. We got off later than I had hoped and really was worried we'd miss the Darth Vader balloon. But my sister Rebecca beat us there and let me know that it was just being blown up. Phew! We hurried over and were thrilled that there were also these guys:

Brown boys and Storm Trooper

Tyler, Imperial guy, Zachary

Tyler, Star Wars Pilot, Zach

This Snow Trooper said he blinked in this photo. :)

So much fun!

Tyler and Zachary aren't scared of Vader!

Austin: Vader? Where?

 Austin was hilarious with Darth Vader, because he just ignored him. He knew that we passed him to Darth Vader, but I guess he figured if he didn't look at him it didn't matter. What a funny, funny boy! Totally opposite of my nephew Gavin, who had this reaction to a Storm Trooper:

(Such a classic pic I had to steal it from Rebecca's Facebook. :)

The Darth Vader balloon was definitely a favorite this year. In years past our favorite has always been the pig (which is still pretty cool):

But this year Vader was definitely the coolest. Apparently he's something like 86 feet tall and 75 feet wide. Or was it yards? I was so busy remembering the numbers that I forgot the measurement used. Helpful, huh?

Shayla didn't want a thing to do with any of the Star Wars guys. She liked the flower balloon best (and you can see Smokey the Bear to its left):

It was a great way to welcome the sunrise ... maybe even better than staying in bed (for one day, anyway :).

 

One of the best things about being a mom is seeing your kids thrilled with simple things like this. I love my family!