The best decisions I ever Made

Winter Wonderland Indeed

I found great joy today watching this:

Snow shovels are good for more than just removing snow from driveways.

P.S. He's making an igloo

Elder Hirschi

Greg's brother Shaun reported to the MTC at the beginning on October. We'll miss him, but we sure are proud of what he's doing. We spent a few days playing with him, and taking pictures so we could remember and talk about him with the kids.

September Field Trip

I'm teaching preschool this year with two other moms and three adorable little boys. Septembers field trip was to an apple orchard to pick apples. Here are some pictures of the trip

Negligent

I was reminded that I have been incredible negligent in posting pictures of our youngest trouble maker. And sadly enough I don't really have time to write captions, so here they are:

Inspiration

I read something today that inspired me to be a better mother:

The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice. - Peggy O'Mara

Indeed.

The dieting woman

I feel like a dieting woman at Christmas time. A food lover who restricts her diet and allows herself nothing but fruits, veggies, and whole grains all year long, and then tells herself she can have birthday cake on her birthday, and pie at Thanksgiving, and thats it. Do you know what I would do if I were that woman? I would eat an ENTIRE cake on my birthday, and an ENTIRE pie at Thanksgiving.

I try to be frugal. I do not spoil my children, my husband, or myself. we buy what we need, and generally nothing else all year long. Then at Christmas or Birthdays my mind goes wild with all the possiblities of gifts that I could make and/or give. So many things I want to give my children and my husband. I want to eat the ENTIRE cake.

But I can't. And I shouldn't.

What is my purpse in giving gifts? As much as I would like to fulfill every dream of each person on my list, my purpose is to show my loved ones that I know them, that I pay attention, and that I care.

Fulfilling those purposes has little to do with money, or tags, or wrapping, but it has to do with the message that the gift sends.

I want to teach this to my children. Teach them that giving a gift is like sending a message without words (or sometimes WITH words).

Would one gift be enough to do that? Can I really shape my childrens perceptions of Christmas while the whole world is telling them that Christmas is about how many and how big? Is it fair to only give my children one meaningful gift? rather than 15 gifts that will impress their friends and fill up the recycle bin with wrapping?

I'm still working on my own answer to that question. If you have any thoughts or comments I'd love to hear them.

Sometimes we do things we don't want to do

(Leah, asleep in her birthday suit)

Potty Training, its the one thing I wish someone else would do for my children and would relieve me of my responsibility. I hate it, and just wish it would be done and over with. I would probably consider paying someone else to potty train my children. (any takers?)

Since birth Leah has had nudest tendencies. For a while I couldn't put her to bed in footie-jammies because she would unzip them, take them off, and then pull off her diaper. I thought this was a phase, but it turns out there was just a delay in her learning how to take off regular pj's and clothes. She started up again, and since she is no longer in a crib, she proceeded to remove her clothes, and her diaper, then fall asleep either before or after peeing all over the carpet. AWESOME.

If I have to clean up pee, I'd better be getting a potty trained child out of it.

PS: Is it weird to read posts about me potty training my children and such? It might be. I just realized that it might be the kind of thing that only I think is significant.... hmmm.... Anyway, we're a week in and had a delay because of vacation, but she's been doing well, with the exception of #2.... we're having issues not wanting to do that in the toilet. :(

Follow the Trail

(Jeremiah posing with Colette)

This morning was crazy. I was recovering from a trip this weekend, meaning cleaning everything, unpacking, doing laundry, etc. The kids were playing well together, although being super sneaky and got into our candy bowl from Halloween (is it too early to throw the rest out?)
Of course Jeremiah, being the higein concious child that he is, insisted on brushing his teeth afterward. A little while later I started upstairs to see what they were up to. I found one handprint after another going up the stairs and into the bathroom. What were these clearly intentional handprints made of? bright blue Colegate toothpaste.

I found Jeremiah washing his hands in the bathroom, a small dab of toothpaste still on his toothbrush sitting next to the sink. Clearly he had become distracted with a brilliant plan. He turned and looked at me

"Mom, did you follow my trail?"

Yes, yes I did.

What happens when mom gets busy

(Leah being goofy, and Jeremiah in his undies in the background)

You know there is some mischief being made when you hear one child whisper to the other "HIDE!" and then little feet scampering about.

Stay tuned for our Halloween costume reveal! (as though i haven't already told all of you what we're going to be)