Memories Are The True Treasures
10 years ago
March 17, 2010
Evan's Birthday
I can't believe that four years have come and gone so quickly. Evan is such a big boy now. He is becoming so independent. He loves to do everything his big brother is doing and follows Ryan wherever he goes. He loves to "fight", what he calls wrestling around. He is 150% all boy. He is as rough and tough as they come.
He was so excited for his birthday. I think the day after Christmas he started asking me, almost daily, when it was going to be his birthday. Boy, now what is he going to look forward to?
Evan got pancakes for his birthday breakfast. He only ate the letter "A". He isn't a big eater.
Evan wanted a motorcycle cake so bad. This is what I came up with. He loved it. He kept going to look at it, but when the time came he didn't want to eat any of it. He just wanted ice cream.
Chloe liked the ice cream too.
January 8, 2010
R.I.P. . . .
. . . my sweet CoCoa-Latte Machine
If you know me well you know I love hot chocolate. My mom knew this and blessed me with one of my most favorite gifts I have ever received. My cocoa-latte machine. It perfectly blends the hot chocolate making it smooth and creamy. It also heats it til its steamy hot. Just the way I like it.
I like mine so much that I bought one for my brother and his wife for Christmas. Although it isn't really the same. I couldn't find the same one that I have so I had to settle for an imitation. The Cocoa-motion.
To my horror, this morning I could not get my cocoa-latte to work. I pushed the button and all I got was clicking noises. It will not turn on. I spent a good twenty minutes trying to fix it, but I think it has died and gone to heaven. Where all good appliances go, right? Sad, sad day. I guess all good things must come to an end.
If you know me well you know I love hot chocolate. My mom knew this and blessed me with one of my most favorite gifts I have ever received. My cocoa-latte machine. It perfectly blends the hot chocolate making it smooth and creamy. It also heats it til its steamy hot. Just the way I like it.
I like mine so much that I bought one for my brother and his wife for Christmas. Although it isn't really the same. I couldn't find the same one that I have so I had to settle for an imitation. The Cocoa-motion.
To my horror, this morning I could not get my cocoa-latte to work. I pushed the button and all I got was clicking noises. It will not turn on. I spent a good twenty minutes trying to fix it, but I think it has died and gone to heaven. Where all good appliances go, right? Sad, sad day. I guess all good things must come to an end.
December 18, 2009
Chloe's new trick
So Chloe apparently doesn't like to feel restricted by jammies or a diaper while she sleeps. She has been stripping either before she falls asleep at night or when she wakes up in the morning. I have to check to make sure she is dressed before I go to bed. What a crazy kid.
December 15, 2009
The Spirit of CHRISTmas
So, I have been thinking that I would do some posts on some of "My Favorite Things," Christmas style. I love Christmas! I love the lights. I love the garlands and berries. I love the candles. I love having my home decorated and cozy feeling. These really are some of my favorite things.
Tonight, after a conversation with our eldest, I was reminded that maybe I'm not emphasizing the true meaning of Christmas as much as I should be. Tonight we had an emotional and traumatic discussion about the existence of Jolly Old St. Nick, which I thought we had already settled. This last summer Ryan came home from a friends super grumpy. When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and yelling that I was a liar and had lied to him his whole life. I asked what I had lied to him about. His response, "there is no Santa and you told me there was. There is no Santa or an Easter Bunny." Yikes. He got me. I had lied about that. So I told him he had to believe to recieve. Thats what my mom always told me. Apparently he thought that meant there was a Santa and I thought he now KNEW. So when I said something tonight about playing along for Evan and Chloe, the drama ensued. I just thought he had been playing along for the little kids. He was upset and said, "I just need a final answer, yes or no." So I told him no and he was upset. He actually tried to get out the shredder to shred his letter to Santa. I feel bad he had such a sense of betrayal.
It turned into a discussion of the true meaning of Christmas and the gift that our Heavenly Father sent us, His Son. I am so greatful for this gift we have been given. It was a Christmas during my freshman year at BYU, while reading the nativity as a family, that I truly gained my testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon and the gospel. This has made Christmas even more special to me. It is when I became a true believer. I hope Ryan learns that even though there is no Santa that the true meaning of Christmas is the real reason to BELIEVE.
Tonight, after a conversation with our eldest, I was reminded that maybe I'm not emphasizing the true meaning of Christmas as much as I should be. Tonight we had an emotional and traumatic discussion about the existence of Jolly Old St. Nick, which I thought we had already settled. This last summer Ryan came home from a friends super grumpy. When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and yelling that I was a liar and had lied to him his whole life. I asked what I had lied to him about. His response, "there is no Santa and you told me there was. There is no Santa or an Easter Bunny." Yikes. He got me. I had lied about that. So I told him he had to believe to recieve. Thats what my mom always told me. Apparently he thought that meant there was a Santa and I thought he now KNEW. So when I said something tonight about playing along for Evan and Chloe, the drama ensued. I just thought he had been playing along for the little kids. He was upset and said, "I just need a final answer, yes or no." So I told him no and he was upset. He actually tried to get out the shredder to shred his letter to Santa. I feel bad he had such a sense of betrayal.
It turned into a discussion of the true meaning of Christmas and the gift that our Heavenly Father sent us, His Son. I am so greatful for this gift we have been given. It was a Christmas during my freshman year at BYU, while reading the nativity as a family, that I truly gained my testimony of the truthfulness of the Book of Mormon and the gospel. This has made Christmas even more special to me. It is when I became a true believer. I hope Ryan learns that even though there is no Santa that the true meaning of Christmas is the real reason to BELIEVE.
December 10, 2009
December 7, 2009
I'm a slacker
Ok, I am a TOTAL SLACKER! I haven't posted in so long. I had intended to do another post of the second half of our summer. Now it is Christmas. Yikes! The problem is I am anal and feel like I need to catch up on all the past events before I can do current ones. I think I am going to have to just get over it. Who wants to see summer pictures now anyway right?
We had an awesome Thanksgiving with my parents. We were so glad they came. The kids had lots of fun with them. Unfortunately as they were about to leave I realized we hadn't taken any pictures the whole time they were here. Since they left it has been crazy with trying to decorate the house and all of the holiday madness that comes with this time of year. I was also recently called to be the second councelor in Young Womens. That combined with John's calling keeps things totally crazy. Most weeks we have something church related almost every night. It must be time for us to move again.
We have some fun things planned for the next couple of weeks. Hopefully I will remember to take pictures and post them.
We had an awesome Thanksgiving with my parents. We were so glad they came. The kids had lots of fun with them. Unfortunately as they were about to leave I realized we hadn't taken any pictures the whole time they were here. Since they left it has been crazy with trying to decorate the house and all of the holiday madness that comes with this time of year. I was also recently called to be the second councelor in Young Womens. That combined with John's calling keeps things totally crazy. Most weeks we have something church related almost every night. It must be time for us to move again.
We have some fun things planned for the next couple of weeks. Hopefully I will remember to take pictures and post them.
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