16 Candles March 16, 2009

Yummy Ice Cream Cake! A few days before Alex's 16th birthday, he told me that he didn't want anything spectacular done for his birthday. No party. No celebration. No decorations. I was sad, of course, because birthdays are my favorite things! Then Friday, before his birthday, he told me that he guessed I could do whatever I wanted for him on his birthday (gee, thanks). Oh, and by the way, can a couple of friends come over Friday night? I'm ALWAYS okay with his friends hanging out. It doesn't happen often enough! I told him that he'd have to help me clean up the basement, but other than that, no problem.

After school, Alex came through the door with his friend Brent on his heels. It was a happy surprise to see Brent, especially because I had already cleaned the basement! Later we were discussing what time we had to go to Road Show practice the next morning. We decided on 8:30 am. Brent piped up and said that he had to be home by 8:30 too! OH! I didn't realize it was a sleepover. Next came Chazz to the door with present in hand! Impromptu party? Well, although I wasn't able to be involved in the planning of the party, I'm glad Alex threw a last minute party for himself! I quickly threw together some junk food and baked up a huge batch of chocolate chip cookies, and they had a great time playing wii and Halo.

On the actual day of his birth, he had breakfast and presents in bed. That night, we met the Buskas and the Leggs at Craigo's for a pizza party. Sarah shares Alex's birthday! We thankfully had a private room. It ended up being chaos with kids running around the room screaming and yelling. Alex got up and left and went out to the van for some peace and quiet. Next, Hannah got up and left, then Hunter, holding his ears, begged to also be allowed to sit in the quiet van.

Alex's favorite present was his retro yellow tweed guitar case. He also got a watch that stopped working and shoes that were too small. Ah, the memories!

I tried my hardest to get Alex to go on his first date on his birthday, but alas, he is not ready to date!

Happy Birthday to my sweet 16 year old!

March 2, 2009 Happy Birthday Dr. Suess!

Hunter is one cool Cat in the Hat!

Bear World 2009

Have you ever seen a baby bear cub?
We have!

We had the privilege of seeing the cutest little fella a couple of weeks ago. Yellowstone Bear World, here in Rexburg, ID, was hosting a "photo with a cub" event, so we packed up the van and headed that way!

Truthfully, I was expecting to see several cubs crawling around on the floor, but when we got there, just one little cub was being cradled in the keeper's arms. In order to have the full hands-on experience, we paid the $15 for the photo. I think it was well worth the money for this chance of a lifetime!

Emily stayed home sick, so we filled her spot in the van with Hannah's friend, Mikaela.

Hunter was the first to hold the little cub. Doesn't it look like a stuffed animal? I was so afraid that it would scratch him and he would drop it! It did scratch and claw him, but he held it firmly. The keepers must have been a little afraid too, because they took the bear and handed it to Mikaela for the actual photo.

Just look at that little face. It was so cute. The keeper's were pretty protective of the little cub. Everyone had to sanitize their hands before touching it, and the kids were only allowed to pet the bear as it was being held by the keeper (after the photos, of course).

Connor came up to me and asked if bears were afraid of sharks. I thought it was a strange question until I noticed his shirt. He didn't want to scare the cub with the photo of the shark on his shirt. He was very concerned. I thought the bear cub looked like a mole in this picture!

After the photo, Connor stayed on the bench. He had a pouty face because he hadn't gotten his turn to hold the cub for his own photo. The keeper was really good about it though and let Connor hold the cub by himself.

I was behind the video camera, and James was behind the camera, so we didn't get to feel the bear's fur. The kids said it was so fuzzy!

What a fun day!

The Crazy Life

Wow! I can't believe how long it's been since I have blogged! I've been very busy. We've been in and out of multiple dentist and doctor appointments, I did the craft show (flea market) and there is another one on the 28th, we're getting ready for a few birthdays, the road show is next Sat and our entire family is in it, and the list goes on and on! Hopefully I'll be posting lots of pictures and maybe even some video of the next several days soon. The camcorder which is only 2 years old got dropped this morning in our rush to get to the road show dress rehearsal. If it is ruined, it will have been a very costly rehearsal! I'm trying not to get too upset about it, because it is just a thing, after all (albeit a very expensive thing).

Wish me luck on this crazy month!

When Pre-Schoolers are Left Alone

Normally, I pride myself on how independent my children are. For instance, if I leave the house for a longish amount of time, let's say, like ,for a major grocery shopping trip, I have faith that their basic needs will be met . . . they will meet them themselves. Even the little boys are adept at PB&Js. But when I'm home, I just expect them to ask me for help--especially my pre-schooler.

Connor has always been a very independent child. He likes doing things for himself. So when he saw this awesome Disney camera offer on several boxes of cereal, he decided to cut out the tokens all by himself! He didn't realize that you are supposed to eat the cereal first (see the cut out holes under the R camera)!

Without opening the boxes, he carefully cut around the tokens. He also cut through the sealed cereal bag, exposing a mouse sized hole in each box.I followed a trail of cereal to the storage room and found about 15 boxes of cereal that had been opened or cut into. Connor also collected 5 lego race cars from several other boxes of cereal.

Connor was so proud of himself, that all I could do was laugh and grab the camera. We sat down together and filled out the form for the camera. We put in the tokens, sealed the envelope, and popped it into the mailbox. Now all he has to do is wait. That is the hardest part!

I think it was very resourceful for Connor to have done all of this by himself.

I don't know if I am ready for my "baby" to be growing up so fast. I'm realizing how quickly childhood passes and it's a great reminder for me to enjoy every single moment!

Spring Tease!

This is what I saw this morning when I looked out the kitchen window! GRASS! I've been thinking that spring is coming to Idaho. It's been in the 40s a couple of days this week. I got so excited that I actually boiled eggs and made an egg salad sandwich!

Right after I took this picture, the heavens unleashed a flurry of fresh new white stuff! It is now nearly a white out. Oh, mother Idaho, you are such a tease!

Getto Van Gets Getto-e-er

My 1998, dark green, hub cap-less, scratched, slightly dented, Plymouth Grand Voyager with 150,000 miles on it.

It has been an amazing feat getting both the car and the van into our small-ish garage at the same time, however, due to the frigid, arctic-like weather, and James' car's inability to heat itself, it is a necessity.

All winter long, I pull the van as close to the R hand side of the garage as possible, and still have to squeeze myself out of the driver's side door when James' car is in the garage. When I back out, I watch the side of the garage and my L rear view mirror so that I don't scrape James' car, and carefully and slowly back out with much finesse.

A couple of days ago, I was backing out and didn't get far enough over, and clipped the edge of the mirror on the garage. The mirror popped forward, as designed, but because of the plastic being so cold, it cracked and pieces popped off. GRRRRRR!

I checked the motor part of the mirror, and it still works perfectly, thankfully, but now it has a very visible broken side.

Hmm, to duct tape--or not to duct tape. Magic marker would make it almost non detectable! Hmm, does it come in black? Is it worth the effort, or can my pride handle it?

For now, I will raise my head high and feel the pleasure of not having a car payment for a while longer. I am grateful for this old girl. She has done us well, and I shall not be so quick to abandon her.

She was getting pretty dirty, so I took advantage of the nice weather and dry roads yesterday and gave her a shower. I opted for the more expensive $5 wash, knowing that it would look cleaner a little longer. I hadn't anticipated that Rigby's trusty maintenance men would be out in force ( one almost backed into me with a backhoe) moving the snow from the sides of the road to the middle of the road to accelerate melting (an ordinance was passed restricting home owners from doing this, but the city is allowed). I discovered on the way home from the car wash; slushy, wet and dirty roads. Again I say GRRR. Never before have I been so obedient to the speed limits! I drove slowly down the road and cursed at each car that passed me that was spraying slush my way! Ya gotta make $5 stretch as far as possible these days!

My 1998, dark green, hub cap-less, scratched, slightly dented, Plymouth Grand Voyager with 150,000 miles on it, and a broken mirror.

Granola Bars

Once you house has been purged of all things pink and sugary, you can ease your way back into healthiness with some yummy home made granola bars. They are healthy and kid friendly, and if your house is like ours, they will be gone moments after the bus drops off the kiddies!

Granola Bars
2 1/2 C Rice Krispies
2 C oatmeal

1/2 C brown sugar1/2 C corn syrup
1/2 C peanut butter
1 Tbsp vanilla
chocolate chips, raisins, coconut, etc.

Spray a large bowl with Pam and pour the Rice Krispies and oatmeal in it, and set aside. In a sauce pan, combine brown sugar and corn syrup. Bring to a boil and remove from heat. Add peanut butter and vanilla. Stir until smooth, and pour over cereal mixture, stirring as you go. Mix in ad-ins of your choice. (I like to sprinkle mini semi sweet chocolate chips on top after it's in the dish so they don't melt). Press mixture in to 13x9 dish and press flat with waxed paper. Cool. Cut into bars and wrap in plastic wrap.

These don't last long around our house!

Valentine's Plans

I just love Valentine's Day. I'm sure it's because it makes my eyes so happy! I love looking at all of the happy, cheery magazine covers with smartly decorated cookies and cupcakes in hues of pinks and reds. I love the brightly decorated grocery stores with hearts and cupids adorning the ceilings. I'm drawn like a magnet to the Valentine's aisle. I don't need to buy anything. I'm content with the thrill of just looking at everything and squeezing and smelling all of the cuddly stuffed animals.

Around the beginning of February, I get a craving for homemade sugar cookies and fluffy buttercream frosting made with real butter (recipes to follow). I hold off for as long as I can before baking them, because I can count on the fact that I will lose all self control once they are in sight!

When it comes to my kid's Valentine's, I get giddy! The creative juices start flowing, and I start crafting. One year I covered about 50 ink pens with pink heart fleece and wrote each child's name on the pens with puff paints. The next year I did the same, only I used denim instead. They were a big hit. Once I made personalized fridge--art--holder magnets by gluing foam hearts to clothes pins with a magnet on the back. Another year I covered glue sticks and glue bottles with cheery paper and the message "Valentine, I'm stuck on you!" I have also made a lot of felt projects; such as pink envelopes with heart enclosures filled with chocolate hearts. The list goes on and on. I mourn when my children graduate on to middle school, and no longer have kiddie Valentine parties. It's a good thing I have 5 kids! Although with boys, it's much easier to just purchase the changeable 3D Spiderman cards. It also seems more appropriate for a boy to send this, than a girly, crafty valentine.

This year, I ended up making two huge batches of sugar cookies! I have the best recipe ever! Each teacher will get a large cookie. I secretly made large cookies for my family too, but i think they have all seen them. So much for my stealthiness! This year I have toned down my craziness and I'm taking it a little easier. The little boys are sending out purchased Valentines, and Emily is handing out sweethearts with the message already on the candy. Easy! Hannah is at that awkward age where she is too old to hand out kiddie Valentines, but too young to have a real Valentine (thankfully). She is, however, participating in a dance at her school today. She was up late into the night trying to find something to wear. She settled on her same old comfy clothes. And Alex. . . well, he is still too young to have an official girlfriend, but he is in love. He purchased a red rose and a box of chocolates to hide in his "girl" friend's locker from a secret admirer. It was so much fun watching him worry and stress about putting it all together in just the right way. It's fun having kids in all of these different stages of life.

My Yummy Sugar Cookies

(This makes a very large batch)

1/2 C butter

3/4 C shortening

2 1/2 C sugar

4 eggs

1 tsp vanilla

1 tsp almond extract

1 tsp lemon juice

5 C flour

2 tsp baking powder

2 tsp salt

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cream the wet ingredients. Sift the dry ingredients (I find it works best to mix the dry with a wooden spoon before adding to the wet, especially if your wisks are broken like mine are and you are only using one!). Add dry and mix. Roll out 1/4 to 1/2 inth thick on a generously floured surface and cut into fun shapes (I use this recipe for shamrocks in March, too). Bake 6-8 min. For the giant hearts, add a couple of minutes. It is difficult to tell when these are done. They should not look wet any longer, but should not get brown. I prefer them to be undercooked than overcooked. If you are using a baking stone, add a couple of minutes. *ENJOY*

My Yummy Buttercream Frosting

1/2 C Butter (you can use margarine, but it won't be as yummy)

1/2 C Shortening

1 tsp Vanilla

1 tsp Almond Extract ( I like this in Valentine cookies, but on cakes, I like it better without)

3-4 Tablespoons water (add to desired consistency)

4 Cups Powdered Sugar

Cream the wet ingredients and add the powdered sugar. Whip until very fluffy. Caution: eating an excess of this frosting adds to the thighs and hips!

For the past several years, we have had small adult Valentines get-togethers--planned by the men. We have previously done a progressive dinner, but since it's sooooo cold her in good old Idaho, the men decided that we should just all stay at one location lest we all freeze to death between courses. We will be hosting, and a few friends will be bringing different courses. It's going to be a lot of fun.

I must say that the very best part of Valentine's Day is celebrating the one I love! I was so lucky to have been swindled into marrying James 17 years ago via his stalking ways! I had no idea how wonderful it would be! I made James a wonderful handmade card which can be seen at sunnyexpressionscards.blogspot.com. For my gift, I have been receiving many cards in the mail from romantic locations all over the country from such places as Valentine, TX; Loving, NM; Loveland, CO; and Kissimmee, FL. I have received six cards so far, and he won't tell me how many he's sent in all. Can you imagine the for thought that went into that, especially for a guy? He had to mail the cards to the Post Master in each location , to then be sent to me. It has been one of the most thoughtful Valentine's ever!

I hope you are able to share you love with someone special this year whether it's a lover, a friend, or someone in need!

Whirl Wind Funeral Weekend and Goat's Milk Memories

After flying home from California, I spent the day doing a mountain of laundry and repacked for a brief trip to Utah to attend my good Friend, Betsy Moore's father's funeral.

About 13 years ago, James and I lived in a tiny apartment in Orem with our little baby, Alex. We had someone move into the apartment above us whose last name was also Moore. Betsy and her daughter Madison quickly became great friends. Betsy and I would trade babysitting for massages and hair cuts. It was a great trade-off and our friendship grew, until one day when Betsy called me and invited me up for an amazing dessert. I was skeptical as Betsy is an avid health nut. But I humored her anyway by tasting the warm custard she had made. I immediately began gagging as I realized that the pungent taste in my mouth, sliding down my throat, was that of GOAT'S MILK!!!

I had told her on a previous occasion how much I disliked Goat's Milk! I had mentioned how I was traumatized as a child because my mother would pour fresh Goat's Milk from my grandma's goats into regular cow's milk jugs and store them in the refrigerator.

The milk looked exactly like cow's milk and was so cold and delicious going down, and then the aftertaste would hit! The gagging and barfing would begin, and the awful taste would refuse to dissipate! These experiences would leave me feeling betrayed and empty.

So, of course, I felt betrayed by my good friend. After tasting the Goat's Milk custard, I immediately ran out of her apartment and vomited and (being young and naive at the time) told her I hated her (I don't remember that part). To this day, we laugh and joke about that experience.

One day while talking, we discovered that our fathers knew each other. They were both into wood carving, and had taken classes together.

In his last days, my dad would visit Betsy's dad while in Hospice care. Betsy's dad entrusted my dad with the repairs of a fish that he had carved out of wood that he had previously dropped and broken. The fish was ornate and extremely detailed. It must have taken him years to complete. The fish was on display next to the casket. I was proud of my dad for taking time out of his schedule to repair the fish as an honor to John Emory Moore. It really meant a lot to Betsy's family.

My dad and I attended the funeral together. I found out at the funeral that not only woodcarving shared our fathers' interests. They had many similar passions, including nature, being out doors, wildlife, etc. They also share a common name. My father is Emery George, and Betsy's father is John Emory Moore, and his father was George Emory Moore. What a coincidence!

After the funeral, my dad took me to lunch at one of my favorite places--Bajio. It was a great father-daughter date, and an experience that was rare.

Although I only got to see Betsy for a brief moment, it was worth the effort in being there to comfort her and know that I was there for her. It was also a special bonding moment for my dad and I.

The next morning we packed up and prepared to head home. My van was making a strange clicking sound and my parents were very concerned for me. My mechanic uncle happened to be in town, so he checked the van and thinks that the tensioner may be going out. He thought it would hold out until I got home. He put some oil in the van and wished us luck. After a brief prayer, I felt confident that we would make it safely home.

The van is a trooper! She made it all the way home without stalling (thanks to a little help from above). What a good van. I can say that today, but don't ask me tomorrow after I've been to the local mechanic!

One Baby, Two Baby, Three Baby, Four!

It's the blog post you've all been waiting for! The results of my trip to California to visit my little quaddie cousins!


It all began as I left the frozen tundra of Idaho one frigid January morn, and headed South to Salt Lake. I met up with my m"aw"ther, and we headed to the airport. We almost missed the plane due to our late arrival at the airport, and my mom's luggage being purged of a vicious Cabella multi-tooled potential weapon!


We arrived in California early and waited outside for our ride. We didn't mind the wait because it was as though we had walked right into paradise! The weather was a gorgeous 75 degrees with the sun gently setting in the west. We had no idea what we were in for!


We arrived at Amber's house and discovered a bustle of activity. Babies were everywhere and Amber was all alone! We immediately washed our hands and picked up crying babies. I don't think our arms were empty for the remainder of the time!


I asked if Amber would forgive us if we we unable to tell the babies apart or messed up their names. She said of course she wouldn't. Once I really looked at them, I found them to look very different. I can't believe that the boys are identical triplets! They are very easy to tell apart unless you can't see their faces, or it is midnight. The first baby I held was Michael. He is by far the chubbiest one. I immediately fell in love with him. It seems that everyone has their favorite, and I just knew that Michael would be mine. He was so cuddly and reminded me of my own chubby babies!


That first night was a blur. I helped Amber care for the babies throughout the night. Amber would hand me a baby to feed and sooth to sleep, and bleary eyed, I would hand it back to her and take another one. This continued until 5:30 am, which happened to be morning time in that household! By 11AM, I could swear it should have been 3! My arms were aching and I was covered in a crusty white mess. Bedtime came at 8 PM. We all dropped like flies!


That night was easier--as I knew more of what to expect.


The next day, people came with helping hands and left with promises to return.


As the days passed, I spent time with each baby and realized that I fell in love with every single one of them! I called my family to update them and find out if they were surviving without me. When I said hello to Emily, her response was sobbing. I miss you mommy! Hunter said "bring one of them home with you!" And Connor told me he wished I was home with him. When Amber asked which one I would take home, I seriously couldn't say. I love them all.


By the end of the trip, I gained: a lot of upper arm muscle; a lot of weight (due to eating the same things as a mother feeding 4 babies); an admiration of my amazing cousin and her hubby, Mike; and a heart that grew four sizes that week! What an amazing experience!


Compare my previous blog post to this one! What a difference a few hundred miles can make! Here I am with either a lemon or a lime tree with fruit in January!Taking the babies for a walk was no small feat! By our second outing we had reduced the prep time to about 10 minutes! The babies love to be outside in the fresh (but not windy) air.One of my close school buddies happens to live in the same town as Amber. She volunteered to help and discovered that they were very distant cousins and that they both knew me. What a small world! Julie Lewis Kessler took me out for a brief lunch one day. I was so worried about leaving Amber short-handed, that we hurried as fast as we could, only to find another volunteer with them and all of the babies slumbering peacefully when we returned. Me with Jaileigh and Anthony. Julie with Jakob and Michael.

I can't believe that this is the only shot of Amber that I got. Well, Amber, it is one of your nicest features! ;) Little Jaileigh is the princess. She is tiny and sweet as can be! Look at that little smile! Yummy!

Little Michael. You've just got to fall in love with those chubby cheeks and bright, blue eyes!

Sweet Anthony. I didn't think he liked me at first because when I tried to feed him, he'd pull away and arch his back. Then I realized that he's a very sensitive soul. If I spoke very softly to him, he would relax and eat and fall asleep. His little dark eyebrows are so endearing.

Now who couldn't love a face like that? I had so much fun playing with little Jakers! He has so much personality and is always smiling!

My mom is such a trooper! She was constantly doing dishes and laundry. She was an amazing helper and we had so much fun! By the last day, we were constantly laughing. We had a great monther-daughter bonding trip!

My Mom is Great Aunt to the quads, but I couldn't help myself, I referred to her as Grandma.
She hated how she looked this day, so I told her I'd Photoshop her! I'm not very good at it yet (she looks kind of weird)!


We almost lost Jakob for this shot! He slid between my mom's legs and landed on the couch. It gave us a start, but mom had in under control. They really are getting too big to hold all of them on one lap!

Me with sweet little Michael sleeping peacefully.

Michael and Jaileigh sleeping together. You can see the difference in their sizes by looking at their tiny feet.

Amber, thanks for letting us share in your amazing joy! We love you and your beautiful family!

This post is dedicated to my brother, Doug, who made our trip possible through his generous donation of frequent flier miles!

The End

Winter is Almost Over in Idaho

Winter is almost over in Idaho, as we can see the deer wandering around now!

I received this email from a fellow Idahoan, and I actually laughed out loud! It is so true, however, it's now February, so winter has to end at some point. I can't wait for the amazing summer that Idaho is known for! It's right around the corner--the very long corner.

These photos were taken the first week of January. The snow has melted a little, but it's snowing today and should continue through the weekend. Yippee. I love coming home from warm CA to frozen ID!

This coat is the only reason I have survived the cold so long. It's Land's End and warms to temps to negative 30! I love it! It is down and 3/4 length and very light.

James wanted me to post a photo of the snow on our front porch. He wasn't satisfied with the above photos, and since he rarely contributes to our family blog, I have humored him. He actually wanted me to go out in it. Brrrrr! Since it's actually 40 degrees today, I put on my down coat and headed out. So here are the current photos of the snow depths in our front yard.

The kids made a sled run on our front yard, and have had a great time sledding on it.

Still in CA

Hi all, I'm sure you're all dying for an update on my trip to visit the quads. I am still in beautiful CA until tomorrow, when I'll take a peek at the ocean and then catch a plane home. Amber may have posted a pic on her blog. You can check there. Until there . . . stay tuned! I'll give you a hint as to how the week went, my arms are sooooo sore and I am so tired but filled with baby joy!

Best Friend Taco Soup

I love Taco Soup! It is the best thing to warm the tummy on those frigid below zero days! I didn't discover this recipe until several years after I was married when my best friend, Marcia gave it to me, and it makes me sad to think of all of those meals we missed out on. So, grab a pen and jot this one down! It's a keeper especially because you can do it start to finish in 15-20 minutes!
Best Friend Taco Soup

1lb hamburger, browned

1 onion, diced

1-2 (15 ounce) cans Kidney Beans
2 (15 ounce) cans diced, stewed, or chopped tomatoes
1-2 (16 ounce) cans corn
1 envelope Taco Seasoning
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce


In a large pot, brown hamburger with diced onions. Pour off grease. Add the next five ingredients and heat to boil. Reduce heat and simmer 15 min (or all day on low in crock pot). Garnish with shredded cheddar cheese and sour cream. Forgo the spoon and eat with chips. YUMMY!!! Serves 8-10


This recipe freezes really well, and is great when you have a big crowd because almost everyone loves it. You can spice it up by using spicy tomatoes. I like to double the beans and corn. You may need to add a little extra water, especially if you drain the beans. Share this recipe with all of your best friends. ENJOY!

Teeny Tiny Snowman

We've been getting quite a bit of snow lately, and it's been very cold, so Connor came and asked me if I would help him build a snowman. I whined that it was too cold for me outside. He begged me to go upstairs with him, so I did, and I found this teeny, tiny snowman sitting on the kitchen table! Connor had been trying to put a baby carrot on it for his nose, but it was about as big as the snowman's head. It was really fun helping Connor find little things around the house to dress his snowman. His hat is made from a sock and the arms are grape stems. Mr. Tiny quickly began to melt in our warm house, so we set him outside on the front porch to give a cheery welcome to all who come by. Unfortunately, he didn't last long. Before we knew it, Mr. Tiny was nothing more than a soggy sock and a pile of miscellaneous junk.

Emily's Tea Party

Emily was bored last Saturday, so she decided to host a tea party. Sometimes spontaneity works for you! In this case it did. She invited a couple of friends over and put a sign on the solarium door that read "Girls only--No boys allowed." This made the little boys feel really badly, so I suggested that they dress up in suits and offer to be the servers. Emily loved the idea, and everyone was happy!

Would you care for a sandwich?

Emily made and served 24 cupcakes at her party of three. I went into the room to tell them to save some for later and not to eat ALL of them, but there was only 1 left! Those three girls ate almost two dozen cupcakes! And that was before the tea and sandwiches were served! I was shocked and appalled! Thankfully they didn't have frosting on them. So much for etiquette!

Elf Yourself!

What do you do when you get invited to a girly fairy tea party, and you're a boy? You Elf Yourself! Hunter and Connor got invited to Hailey Buska's birthday party and this is what they wore.

Moments

As per one of my 2009 resolutions, I've been collecting some really tender moments. One moment occurred tonight. It wasn't really a "camera" moment, but it warmed my heart. Hunter brought a note home from his primary teacher at church saying that Hunter promised to do something for his dad and that once he did it, to have me sign it and return it next Sunday for a cinnamon roll. So, tonight I helped him prepare breakfast for James for tomorrow morning. James has to work, and we don't have school and will be sleeping in (I hope). He prepared a bowl of Rice Krispies with a spoonful of sugar and a cup for some milk. Then he got a piece of paper and wrote James a letter. It was so precious watching him eagerly write this special note for his dad. He was so excited about giving service. I hope that those feelings will always stay with him.

The next moment I want to share occurred last night. Connor received a pink helium balloon at a birthday party he attended yesterday. Being a very sensitive soul, he became very attached to the balloon. He had me draw a happy face on one side and a sad face on the other. He then sang "If You Chance to Meet a Frown", turning the balloon back and forth. At bed time he wanted me to draw a sleepy face on the balloon. I told him we'd do it the next day. Earlier I had been reading a book about the earth's rotation around the sun. It was a little science moment. I guess that's why I made the very poor decision to explain to Connor the mysteries of helium. He wanted to put something on the balloon to keep it from floating, so it could stay asleep. I told him that in the night the helium would seep out of the balloon and it wouldn't be floating. He looked at me with a horrified expression! His eyes teared up and he began to sob. I immediately started back pedaling. I was hoping that I would avert morning tears by explaining what would happen to the balloon ahead of time. A big mistake! He continued to cry, so I patted his back to comfort him and left the room. A few minutes later, I heard uncontrollable sobbing. I felt terribly! I went back in the room and he was so distraught that he told me that he didn't want to look at it! I had to remove both his and Hunter's balloons and hide them in my closet. I kept telling him that it would be okay and it would still have air in it. He kept asking about the helium. Finally, I took him and put him in my bed with me. Once he calmed down, he was transferred back into his own bed. At 5 AM he came in and asked about his balloon. Thankfully, it was still floating in the top of my closet. I let him know and sent him back to bed. The first thing he said this morning was "is it still floating?" Sadly, it wasn't, but we did avoid morning tears do to painful preparation! He was able to find a new game for his balloon. He threw it up and I said "Look, it's coming back to you! It loves you!" He seemed to really like that! Oh, I don't look forward to girls breaking his heart! It's going to be so rough on him!

Connor is growing up so fast! He has decided that he doesn't need Mom's help with lunch anymore. He's been creating his own sandwiches. This one consisted of wheat bread, cheese slice, honey, and raspberry jam, and a spoonful of sugar (he must have inherited that sweet tooth from me). Sometimes he throws in some turkey slices. I don't know whether to be happy that he is so independent, or sad that my "baby" is growing up!

MMMmm Delicious, and nutritious?

Little Bear goes to the moon. Last Sunday, I was breaking down a box and getting ready to throw it away. Connor asked me if he could have it. The next time I saw him, he was wearing this box. Emily had taken the time to help him create this amazing space helmet! It immediately reminded me of the story Little Bear Goes to the Moon by Maurice Sendak. It is one of my all-time favorites and one that my mom read to me when I was a child. After helping Connor name his space helmet "Robot Red" (it's missing some letters here), we sat down and read the book. What a great moment!

For Preschool, Connor was learning about the letter M. His teacher told the kids that they could dress up like a monster. Connor didn't want to participate until I mentioned that he could be a scary lion! He looks like a very cute scary lion to me!

Remembering the moments has been my most rewarding resolution yet (and the easiest to keep)! Who cares about budgeting and getting fit when you can be filled with so many wonderful memories!