Thoughtful Tuesdays

The past several months I have been trying to figure out how to get back into writing. I am a routine type of person, and I did not have any type of routine for this blog. Once I have a routine in something it is stored in my memory and therefore apart of me. It becomes second nature. Just like children in schools have certain days of the week for different "specials" I to have certain days of the week for specific tasks. For me it helps bring that added measure of balance to my life, so it is worth it to me to have.

Example: For menu planning dinners I know that on Thursdays I make breakfast food. On Fridays we make pizza. Every month I pick a day of the week that is designated for Italian food (Mondays this month), Mexican (Wednesdays this month), chicken dishes (Tuesdays), It takes the guess work out of planning meals every month and saves me a lot of time.

I have noticed many blogger peoples out there have themes for certain days of the week like this nice lady or my talented step sister over here. I like this a lot.

So I have thought about this and have decided in order to help my brain have an easier time with expressing what is rattling around in there it is vital for me to have a pattern.

Here is a run down of what the themes will be. I know this is so exciting!


"Sunday Stories"

"Thoughtful Tuesdays"

"Thankful Thursdays"

"Fancy That Fridays"

Having readers of this blog is an added bonus. I love to write and I feel like this is another way for myself to have an opportunity to be creative and have a relaxing outlet.

Happy Birthday!

Happy Birthday to my younger sister! Only 30 seconds younger though.

31 years ago today our very petite Mother of already 2 young'ns (age 3 and 2) literally popped my sister and I out. Our Mother sat patiently in the waiting room until a nurse asked her what she was there for. My Mother very calmly said "I am in labor!" The nurse then slightly chuckled and made some sort of remark like "well we will see!"

They brought our mother back to the room got her up into the bed and checked her, only to find out my head was crowning. At that moment I can only imaging the chaos that followed. Within minutes I popped out, and then as my body left our mother's birth canal my sister Wendy was right there behind me with her little foot as if to say "Hey I am sick of being crammed into this little space! MOVE IT!" Everyone scrambled and 30 seconds later out slid Wendy to make her grand debut!

There is a lot more detail to our birthday story but that is the jest of it.

This woman has many titles and succeeds fabulously at all of them. Well at least I think so.

Wendy is an amazing sister. She makes me laugh. She is my 24/7 therapist and listens to me when all I need to do is complain. She let's me bounce my crazy ideas off of her and is my neutral party.

Wendy came out to visit for a month one summer. At the time we both had 4 daughter's each. We now have 5 daughter's each.

She motivates me to be a better person. This picture is of us after we ran a 5K. This was my first 5K and I teased her afterward that it was going to be my last. For her running is a stress reliever. My preferably stress reliever is not of running. She did her best to keep me motivated through that agonizing race. But I made it in 30ish minutes. I think 33.


She is an amazing Aunt! Our girls absolutely love her! Wendy also makes the most DIVINE food in the world. We secretly hope that one day we will open a bakery up together. People would flock far and wide for our baked goods and delicious soups and sandwiches.

This woman is a crazy hard worker! She makes a goal and gets it done. No making excuses. She is very thrifty and does her best to make the dollar stretch. She works hard at trying to teach her daughters to be hard workers.

Wendy is a very dedicated wife. Her loyalty is a rare find these days. I am grateful for her fine example.


I am so blessed to have a "twinner" When we were younger we would ask our mother why we were twins and our mother's response was always "Because when you were in heaven you were the best of friends and so you got to come down together!"

Thank you for being one my bestest friends!

Sometimes

I wish I had a helper like Mary Poppins with a cheery disposition
sometimes
we wish we had a basement
sometimes
I am not a good Mother
sometimes
I don't eat breakfast until lunch time
sometimes
I go out to the car by myself and scream REALLY loud
sometimes
I like to talk on the telephone, but it is not often
sometimes
when we make cookies I will eat most of them because I need to make sure they are still okay for everyone else
sometimes
I get so busy that I forget to brush my teeth until the end of the day
sometimes
I have night mares that make me jump out of bed
sometimes
I want to quit my day job
sometimes
I get jealous of other peoples homes
sometimes
I am tactful


Most of the time

I am an awesome Mother.......
Most of the time
I love to cook........
Most of the time
our family laughs really hard......
Most of the time
our children do wonderful things......
Most of the time
I have the BEST job ever..............
Most of the time
I love to clean, it makes me sooooo happy..........
Most of the time
I feel content................
Most of the time
I feel blessed.........
Most of the time
I feel loved....

Re-Post

I have to re-post this silly story and add this link
I got from a great blogger over here

Sunrise! Sunset!

One of the many traits I love about my husband is how he adores me and our 5 daughters.

When we were courting and there were beautiful sunrises or sunsets he would tell me that he had ordered them for me. I felt so special when he would say this.

It was only natural when our children came along that he continued the tradition.

It fills my heart with joy when I hear the girls say in all tones of great excitement:

"MOM! Look! Dad ordered another beautiful sunset(sunrise) just for us! He is soooo thoughtful!"

And then we take a few moments to oooooo and aaaahhhh over the beauty he ordered just for us, and how blessed we are to have such a wonderful Dad and Husband.

I am grateful my husband plays an active role in our daughters lives. I just feel bad for the future potential men in their lives as our daughter's father has set a high standard of how they are to be treated.






This is a picture he took of me on our anniversary September 2009. We were on our way out on our hot date and there was a beautiful sunset going on so he took a picture of me in the last rays of the day.

Yo-Yo Parenting

I often feel like my parenting is what I would imagine yo-yo- dieting would be like. Because we have a few different levels of comprehension going on with the wee ones, I have to frequently adapt the same technique with every single child.

There comes a time though where I fall off the bandwagon of good parenting and dive into less effective methods of parenting for brief periods of time, only to start the less bumpy ride up again. It is comforting to know though that with each falling off I gain more insights in how to do better the next time around. Parenting is like a ride on a wagon. Sometimes the trail is smooth and sometimes you do all you can to stay on. If you have fallen off and are not able to get back on that wagon on your own, then you need to hail to the driver of the wagon for some help to get back on.

I was talking with a friend the other day about, how I feel as though I am not so much of a kneel down and pray person at this time in my life, only because if I were I would always be on my knees. Point- I am constantly praying!

I am thankful for the constant guidance I receive through my answered and not answered prayers. Prayer is the balm for the wounds inflicted through this journey we call parenting.

Life is Goooood! Really good!!

Back in July, Jared had the "privileged" of going on the high adventure with the Young Men of our ward. He needs to do these type of trips, since he is surrounded by a bunch of ladies. A good dose of testosterone was definitely in order.

He got back from this trip having heard the movie "Nacho Libre" several times while he drove. One of the first things on his agenda was actually watching this movie.

A side note, any who have ever watched a movie with him will know that you will end up laughing. Mostly because he thinks it is funny and he will literally laugh until he turns a light shade of purple and makes this little high pitch wheezing noise (as if it is his last breath of air) You really can not help but laugh yourself. It is very contagious to say the least. I digress

He was in charge of date night the following week after he returned from the trip. He planned for us to watch this movie. He has not stopped quoting it since. At first I found it to be annoying. But then it grew on me, and now I find myself quoting this ridiculous movie.

I get those silly songs stuck in my head and will blurt them out Oh ingnacioooooo doodlooloooloo! and then I laugh so hard I cry. I even attempt to try to make that throaty sound the way Nacho does. I may need some sort of medication for this syndrome.

Well as strange as this post may be it is not as strange as that this movie has brought a whole other level of joy to our lives. This ridiculous movie makes our whole family laugh just a little bit more.

Here's to Nachoooooooooooooooooooooo!

Answered Prayers

I love how this girl has the talent of timing!


Last night as I was praying (no pleading) for some help with frustrating feelings, this little lady came up to me within seconds of the end of my silent plea, and with her beautiful big brown eyes looked into mine and said "Hey Mom can we play?"

Play we did! All of us! We were wrestling and squealing and laughing so hard we drooled.
We didn't stop playing until the lights went out. I am so grateful for answered prayers, especially when they help me be a better Mother. I sure loves these ladies!