How to be a slacker blogger in two easy steps:

It's easy to become a slacker blogger.  Anyone can do it, it just takes a bunch of preparation and then a huge lack of effort.  In two simple steps you too can become a slacker blogger.

First, write new stuff on your blog several times a week for some number of years.

Then, don't write anything for like two weeks or something. 

Ta Da!!

Slacker blogger.  You can really go all out by also not taking more than a handful of pictures throughout the last couple weeks of Christmas so  you actually don't have much to show either.  Yeah, that's awesome!

Congratulations.  Slacker blogger extraordinaire!

Just kidding, so actually life has been wild of late, but that's true for just about everyone during the holidays so I'm not really trying to make excuses for not logging on so much as I'm just stating facts.

Life has been interesting, but to be honest, I have been loving this cocooned with my family feeling that is going on around here right now.  I love spending all day with my kidlets (although, as always, I could do without the fighting and messes).  I love having their friends over to play and listening to them chat about back to school and future plans and all that jazz.  It has been fabulous...mostly.

Anyway, so we've had loads of snow which has meant loads of frozen fingers and hot chocolate.  Logan has really taken to making snowmen on his own.  Here is one of his creations (this one took a lot of work because this was a really dry snow and didn't pack well, but he didn't give up).

 

We also celebrated the birth of our favorite nine year old on the planet!  Love you PJ!

Then it was Christmas (well, there were other adventures in there but since I didn't take pictures I really have no proof of our escapades).

  Everyone was very happy with his or her new treasures...

 

Except for Ellie who decided to be sick.  She woke up Sunday night (the 23rd) throwing up so that was fun.  By morning she was no longer throwing up (oh, that was a fun night, but Josh was amazing and daddied his way to fame in my book) but she was achy and tired and ornery as a wet hornet!  She sat on my lap most of the 24th and we figured she would be feeling much better by Christmas.  No dice.  She didn't willingly eat anything for three days (pushy moms will manage to get food in tummies one way or the other, but Ellie never volunteered to ingest edibles).

 

 

By the night of the 24th she was still feeling pretty rotten but no doctors are really open then.  Also, they aren't really open on Christmas day (and I don't really blame them...doctors are people too).  So we didn't get Ellie in to be seen until the 26th at which point we were told she had the flu (geez, good thing we got flu shots a month ago) (ok, that's me being sarcastic, it is actually a good thing because she could have been much worse if she hadn't had that injection).

 

She's slowly been making her way back to healthy for the rest of this past week, although she's made frequent stops at tired and even more at ornery.  Yeah, three year olds can get whiny and unreasonable when they don't feel well. 

 

Then we painted the living room.  That's what happens when your spare paint goes all gross and you can't seem to match the color right.  Nice.  Thanks to credit card point we were able to use gift cards to buy paint so we spent almost nothing on this project.  Happy Christmas to us!  Well, I love the new finish so I guess it all worked out in the end. 

 

With one grumpy littlest girl and a matching ornery littlest boy I'm sure New Years will be loads of fun tonight.  Maybe we'll all just go to bed early and start fresh in the morning.  Sounds like a plan to me.

 

Or, maybe we'll play games and watch movies and eat ice cream and just remember that we love each other and that we like to spend time together as we tip toe our way to 2013.  Yeah, that works too.

 

Slacker blogger, signing out.

Frozen Treats

This week we took treats around to a few neighbors.  I'm sure most people do this so it really isn't anything fantastic, but this year we did something a bit different.

 

I was lamenting to my mom and sister-in-law that every year at Christmas it seems like there are just so many treats that the counter gets piled high with them and then you don't really end up enjoying many of them and I hate to make things for people just to have them thrown away because they have too many other sweets.

 

Well, my sister-in-law suggested that instead of taking baked goods or chocolate pretzels (like we have done the last bunch of years) we take cookie dough balls that people can cook when they want a treat.

 

I LOOOOVED this idea.  It was the perfect solution for me.

 

So the kids and I worked in the kitchen to mix and roll and freeze balls of dough.  Then we got a bit lazy and just zipped them into freezer bags, added a bow and a poem and we took them to a few close neighbors.

 

Our poem went like this:

 

"Find a place in your refrigerator

As your pile of confections grows greater.

With a counter of sweets

For your family to eat

You can smile and save this one for later.

 

Pop these chocolate chip cookie balls in your freezer until you have recovered from the holiday sugar high.  Then, one day when you need a little pick me up, pull these babies out, plunge them into the oven for 10-12 minutes on 350 degrees and enjoy a warm bit of love from our home to yours."

 

 

We had fun baking and delivering and it was fun to try something new.  We'll see what we come up with for next year!

Here comes the band...

This week I got to attend a couple of band/orchestra concerts for my children.  All of our children play the piano (well, all of them 1st grade and beyond...it's a requirement in our home) and Bryce plays piano for his orchestra at the jr high.  Aubrey wanted to join the elementary school band this year and opted to play the flute.  She loves it and had done a great job with it so far. 

We are really proud that our children are taking an interest in music and that they have each worked so hard to learn their performance pieces.  Bryce, in particular, has had to practice extra hard because the pieces he has played are quite a bit more difficult than what he is used to.  He has stuck with it and really done well.  It's been great to watch.  After a mishap that left Aubrey fluteless for a couple of weeks she also scurried to add extra practicing so she would be concert ready as well.  Great job, kiddos, I think you are awesome!

WARNING:  If you watch these videos be aware that they show elementary and jr high band/orchestra concerts and that does come with a bit of occasional wincing, but when you are the parent you happily overlook (or overhear) that in favor of the many notes that are great.

(Aubs is playing the flute on the left of the screen in the black dress)

 

(Good luck seeing Bryce, he is hidden behind the piano at the back of the orchestra)

Peace

On Friday, while Josh was teaching one of his classes the kids kept pulling out their cell phones and staring at the screens.  There is a no tolerance cell phone policy (during class) at the school and Josh doesn't usually have much trouble with this issue, but Friday it was HORRIBLE!

Finally, he got really frustrated and scolded the kids asking why they were all being so rotten about this that day.  That's when he found out about the school shooting in Connecticut.  Having been teaching all morning, he hadn't heard one bit about it.

Of course, this incident really hit home for him as he is a teacher and he happens to adore his students.  The kids had loads of questions and concerns and the class ended up having an impromptu mini-discussion about what had happened.  Of course, they didn't know many details at the moment, but being a psychology class they talked about the event relative to some things they had learned in class.

One student timidly raised his hand and asked, "Mr. DeMoux, what would you do if someone was trying to get into our classroom to hurt us?"

Without blinking my husband said, "I would have to be dead before I would let anyone get near you."

And that is the truth.

I think it is the truth for most, if not all, of those that work in this capacity.  I think it is the truth for principals and office staff and custodians and anyone else who chooses to spend their day improving the lives of our children.

As much as my heart screams that I would want my husband to be safe, I know him well enough to know that when it comes between him and the people he loves he will choose them every time.  I have watched this happen time and time again in our lives (not with gunmen, but in other ways).  It is one of the things that I love about him, although there is a tinge of sadness in there too because I don't want him to be hurt.

I know if our family was in a movie theater or a mall or a stadium and someone came in with weapons I would scuttle our children to safety and my sweetheart would be headed wherever his help was needed whether it was assisting those who had been injured or tackling the person attempting to hurt people.

That's just who he is.  That's part of the reason that he does what he does.

Josh called home when he had a break in his classes that day because he just needed to hear the sound of our wild children playing after the shock of such tragic news.  There are no words for such sadness.  I ache for those left hurting, for those with loved ones who will never come home.  But I also rejoice in the heroic love of so many others who saved lives, calmed fears and comforted those who desperately need it.

There is no eloquent ending to such heart wrenching happenings.  But this week we squeeze our sweethearts just a bit longer than usual and pray that as God receives the innocent spirits of those who moved toward Him too soon He will also rain down peace and love and some measure of comfort on those left here trying to get through this disaster.

May the strength of our Savior and the blessing of his Atonement bless lives when no other relief can come.

Oh Brother

I am the oldest of five children.  That means I'm bossy and controlling (which sometimes comes in handy as I try to raise my brood of spirited youngsters).  My younger siblings all happen to be male so I grew up as a bit of a Tom boy. I've never been sad about that.

 

Anyway, that's not the point.  The point is that I have four younger brothers who are AMAZING!

 

On Tuesdays since Thanksgiving my oldest younger brother, Josh, has been coming to my house to pick up my two oldest boys.  He takes them to his house where they are working on a project to make Christmas gifts.  I have no idea what they are making (I do LOVE surprises!), but I think it is incredible that Josh has taken them on as his little protegees so that they can learn from him and feel his influence and share his insights.  Josh is incredibly talented, but a few years ago he discovered he has a talent working with wood.  He has made some pretty amazing things from clocks to decorative backyard benches.  One of his latest creations now resides in my living room.  It is a wooden manger that he built for me so we can put straw in it as we do kind things for each other (if you have no idea what I'm talking about you should read this fabulous Christmas story to get the idea).  Josh and his wonderful wife (I do love that my brothers pick fabulous girls to be my sisters) have been an incredible blessing to my family and I can't thank them enough for that. 

Josh (my brother, not my husband) helping Aubrey with a kite.



My second oldest younger brother is named Brian.  Despite being the brunt of much (seriously, much) harassing and teasing while growing up (sorry Bri-Guy...I guess that's the nasty benefit of being the middle child) he has grown up to be an incredibly well adjusted and gifted adult.  Brian created an awesome program, now called Canvas, while he was working on his masters degree and decided to turn that idea into his own company, now called Instructure (I told you he was fabulous).  But more importantly, Brian is the father to a precious trio of children, one of which is a patient and beautiful sweetheart named Becca who has a severe form of Autism called Rett Syndrome (meet her here).  He and his wife are amazing and tender parents, but they still find time and energy to look out for others.  Brian recently worked with his venture scouts to make their own kayaks from wood and canvas and then took them on a river trip.  Seriously, who does that?  Not long ago Brian gifted our family an expensive piece of electronic fun that has become an integral part of our lives and he did it just to be nice -- no praise or return favors required (not that we won't try anyway).  I just adore that guy.

Next in the line is my brother Kevin (or Kephin as I like to call him).  Kevin went to school to become a chef and makes some of the tastiest things you can believe.  While working at one bakery he also wrote a fancy computer program from scratch to better track the inventory/expenditures/recipe needs because he knew it would make things easier.  Pretty impressive to me.  Kev is my "Top Chef" companion because I am addicted to the show and he is the only other person I know that watches it. One of my favorite things about him is that he makes me laugh.  He does so in real life, but also, every day he sends me things he finds on the web (often from Failblog) that are hilarious.  That means every morning I have a crew of kidlets gathered around when I check my email because they want to see what funny bits Uncle Kevin has sent us.  He and his wife have a couple of the cutest boys ever and I'm grateful for them all. 

Last but not least (well, maybe least weight wise these days) is my baby brother Joel.  I used to tote Joel around with me when we were growing up.  I am 13 years older than him so when I would take him to the park or the store with me I would often get told what a cute son I had.  He is pretty adorable.  Joel returned from an LDS mission just less than a year ago and I am forever grateful for the example he set for my boys who adore him.  He is closer in age to my three oldest kids than he is to me and they have grown up goofing off and wrestling with him like he is a bigger brother.  He is currently attending BYU (go cougars!) and working to determine who he wants to be when he grows up.  I'm awfully glad we have him around.

 

There is something forever comforting about being surrounded by siblings who love you, and I'm lucky enough to know that feeling.  Thanks, boys.  I love you, too.

This is our life...

Life gets crazy in December.

 

I just have to plan on that. 

 

Even though we work hard not to overload our kids with activities and events, there are just so many things going on this time of year that we are absolutely kept on our toes.  With six kids running around this place, even if they each only have one or two things going on it really adds up especially when you top the mix with family activities and ward fun.  It can be a little bit hectic, but we do our best to make sure everyone has time to enjoy things.

 

Here is some of what we've been up to this past week.

 

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Basketball practices and games for two of our boys.

 

 

School chorus concerts.

 

Making rice crispy treat coal for a fund raiser (I LOVE how this stuff looks, so fun).

Children's weirdness...it's just a given (of course there is plenty of adult weirdness too, where else would they learn it?).

 

Trips to the zoo (on cloudy days it is the best because no one else is there and the animals are often very active).

 

Packages in the mail.  Ok, make that singular, package in the mail.  After a mess we had to order Aubrey a new flute and she was pretty thrilled when it arrived.

Musical theater concerts at the Festival of Trees, several ward parties, the Cultural Celebration Center and the Dicken's Festival...and many more to come.

 

Mostly this is what I look like lately as I shuttle kids here, there and everywhere.

 

And this is what I miss, lots of relaxed moments soggy with sleep.  Oh, wouldn't that be lovely (this moment courtesy of Ellie who is all knotted in the blankets of her ladybug bed).

 

December gets crazy, for sure, but I love the thrill on the faces of my sweethearts as we circle the wagons and chat about our adventures every day.  It is great to see their smiling eyes and exultant smiles as they explore all the fun of the season.  Even if it gets a little wild sometimes, I wouldn't trade it.

Aubrey lights up the stage...

Since it is Christmastime again we find ourselves plunging into the calendar full of dance performances for Aubrey's dance class.  It is lots of fun to watch her perform and see her have such a good time on stage. 

 

 

We have the best musical theater group ever because the leader of this group is AmAzInG!   She adores these children and teaches them much more than just singing and dancing (If you are interested in signing up your youngster visit the Miss Margene website.)  Margene is incredible.  She expects the kids to take care of each other and to set a good example for younger kids in much  more than just performing.  I can't think of a better atmosphere for my little girl.

 

 

Anyway, Aubrey can't get enough of this and I love watching her stretch out and grow as she learns to blossom  (bit by bit) on stage.  I am awfully proud of this girl.

 

 

Happy immunosupressed holiday!

In late June I started my current Crohn's disease treatment.  I am on Humira, which is fun little drug that I inject into my belly every other week.  I am pretty much in love with this piece of medicine as it has tangled up my disease in a sticky string of mostly-remission so that it's nastiness only breaks through on occasion instead of almost all the time. 

Well, on top of the Humira injections I also take a daily dose of an oral medication called imuran (or azathioprine).  These pills are immunosupressants which in essence weaken my immune system (did you know about 70% of your immune system functions in your intestines?) so that my gut stops attacking itself.  This medicine does have some side effects, but nothing too horrible on a daily basis.

The problem with having a suppressed immune system is that your immune system in suppressed (duh!).  That means that it is not as capable of warding off bacterial and viral invaders as it used to be.  That means that whenever people present me with germs my body has more of a "Heeey, come on in and lets get to know each other...whoa, wait, you guys don't seem very nice, I think we're going to ask you to leave" response instead of "Go away or we'll torture and kill you you nasty fiends!" sort of response.

So, it seems that whenever someone brings home an illness I am very likely to get it.  Thus far I don't seem to get the full blown, entire thing, but I get bits and pieces of symptoms and feel really tired and achy and it takes a few days for my body to take charge and start to get rid of the unwelcome guests.

This was particularly apparent when our family went to get flu shots the day before Thanksgiving (what the heck, who is crazy enough to schedule flu shots for their family the day before Thanksgiving...oh wait, I did that).

Love my kids, but this is still pretty
true (even though they are super
sweet and do often ask if I am ok and stuff).

I am telling you, the day after that shot I was in rotten shape.  I felt like I had been hit by a truck.  I am incredibly grateful that I had Josh with me that day because nothing would have been done if he hadn't been there.  He prepped the dishes we needed to take to family dinner and made sure the children were semi-presentable (let's face it, he isn't the mother, he doesn't worry about those things as much as I do). 

Well, the point is, I think this winter will be an interesting one.  I've already had more "colds" than I think I've had the previous five years put together.  I am super grateful that I started out with a pretty rockin' immune system so when it was suddenly and unceremoniously suppressed it is still not too shabby.  Let's say most people have 40 of immune system points well, I think before all of this I was probably at like 50 or 55 of immune system points so now with a 20-25 point depletion I am still in pretty good shape (maybe this would make an awesome video game..."Battle in the Bowels" or "ImmunoWars"). 

I'm grateful that even on a bad day I seem to be ok enough to be the mom and get through the day without too many troubles. 

Life is definitely interesting...no matter your situation.  But it is always a wonderful adventure.

Oh Christmas Tree...to me you are so tasty!

Well, our first holiday craftsnack(ish) activity of the season was nothing particularly revolutionary, but it was still a lot of fun.

 

We used waffle cones (Walmart was out of regular sugar cones) coated with tinted green frosting as Christmas trees and decorated them with candy.  I know, I know, it's a wonderful old standby, but it was still great and my kids had never done it before so to them it was new and exciting.

 

At first Ellie was all upset because the frosting kept getting on her fingers and she was bothered by that, but she got over it and very meticulously garnished her tree with sweets.  It was fun to watch her find just the right spot for every single piece of candy.

My boys, on the other hand, pummeled their trees with M&Ms in a much more random pattern and a much more flippant way.  Parker also decided that wasting his spare frosting would be unacceptable so he broke off some bits of waffle cone and used them as a utensil to scoop and swallow his spare sugary cream.

But the favorite part by far was the eating at the end.

 

And that makes sense.

 

What a fun afternoon.  It's always great to hang out together and when you slather the activity in frosting and sweets you really can't go wrong.

Too Soon...

On Saturday evening I got a call from my mom.

 

She wanted to let me know that my dad's youngest sister had passed away.

 

It didn't seem real.

 

Her name is Polly and she was not quite two years older than I am. 

 

Suddenly, I am feeling very very mortal.

This is my Dad (sitting to the left in the suit jacket with the half smile because -- very seriously -- he does not know how to smile in a picture, but I love him anyway) and his parents and siblings.  Polly is on the left end of the back row with the dark hair.

Polly was working with her family to put up Christmas lights on Saturday when she had a heart attack and passed away.  I cannot imagine the depth of despair her little family must feel to have watched their wife and mother move so quickly from one life to the next.  I like to think my Grammie (my vivacious great grandmother who died just before I got married) was there to meet her and show her the ropes as they now stride into the next chapter of living.

To be honest, I don't know my Dad's family as well as I should.  Most of them live a couple of states away, but the times I have spent with them over the years are good memories.  Since I was so close in age to Polly I remember playing with her the times that we were together growing up.  I remember that she always seemed to be smiling and laughing; she just seemed to shine.

And that didn't change when she was all grown up (I wonder if she didn't really feel adult enough to be called a grown up like I do?).  She married a sweet man and had a beautiful quartet of children that we saw occasionally, particularly when they spent some time living here in Utah.

This lady was a happy bit of life who wasn't afraid to let people know she loved them.  Probably we should all be more like that.

I am aching for her husband.  I am aching for her children.  I am aching for her parents and siblings. 

But I would bet that even though she is concerned about those she has left behind, wherever she is she is still smiling. 

We love you, Polly, and we'll miss you.  We all look forward to the day we can see you again. 

Super Powers in the Hoooooouse...

Lately it seems that everywhere I turn I have been running into super heroes (or super monsters) and each is, in reality, a mild mannered member of my fam.

 

Take a peek.

 

Oooooh, my hero!

 

(He really is amazing and strong...even if he isn't quite as fast as a speeding bullet.)

 

Logan has been enamored with these super fabulous dinosaur winter duds and has been strutting around the house as a ferocious and powerful monster of late.  It's pretty awesome.

 

Ellie did not want to be left out of the picture taking fun so when I told her I would take a shot of her this is the pose she decided to strike.  Yup, she's got super diva power for sure. 

 

And just for good measure, here are a couple of additional cuties who aren't being overly powerful unless you count the power of cuteness and sweetness.  I DO count those so here you go.  I have one incredible crew.

 

 

Mostly, if you ask me, there is a nearly indomitable power in the beauty of family and I love that.  I have the best group of heroes possible (even better than the Avengers!). 

 

We fight evil (and messes although some of us are more on board with that battle than others). 

 

We rescue neighbors (not from deadly lasers and falling asteroids, but from fallen leaves and fallen snow and the like). 

 

We use our powers for good (most of the time, but sometimes some people bend that rule a bit). 

 

We are far from perfect.  We are far from impermeable.  We are far from all powerful.  Yet we have something amazing that so many people just don't get to have.  Yes, we fight.  Yes, we cry.  Yes, we struggle and argue and whine and pout and throw our hand ups in frustration and sometimes despair.  But after that we feel a power pulling us together and pushing us to move forward.  I think our true super power is our family.  (Maybe I should sew a big "F" on the bellies of all our shirts...only maybe not because being known as the "F" family might not be such a great thing.)   

 

Always we love each other even when things are tough and always we are grateful to be together.  We really do make a powerful team. 

Rain by Request

The other night Aubrey called me in to her room after she had gone to bed at 9:00.  She was giddy.

I came in to find the song "A Little Fall of Rain" playing on her radio (she listens to Show tunes Saturday Night on Saturdays and looks forward to it all week).  She was thrilled because she had written to the DJ that week and requested the song and here it was.  The DJ had even mentioned Aubrey on the radio as part of the introduction of the song.

But here's the good part.

Why did she request that particular song?  It's because she knew it was MY favorite song from Les Miserables and she wanted to dedicate it to me.

This is what she wrote in her email request.

"Hello my name is Aubrey DeMoux. I am ten and I love to listen every Saturday. I really like the music. My mom likes it to but she is always busy at night. I wish the music were on more often. Well it is my bedtime. I would like to request a song though. A little fall of rain is one of my mom's favorite songs. Sincerely Aubrey DeMoux."

I couldn't help but tear up a little when I read that.  What a sweetheart.  No wonder I adore this little princess.

So, Saturday evening about 9:30 found me sitting on my oldest daughter's bed with my arm around my girl as we both sang along to a heartfelt song that my angel requested for me.  I'm not sure I can think of a better way to end an evening.  I think we might should do that again sometimes soon. 

I love you Aubers.

Tie dye milk for fun

We have a friend who is a scientist. 

 

A chemist, actually, I think.

 

He knows that our kids have a deep interest in interesting things pertaining to his field and he has encouraged our family to explore that.  He brought us the shell of a penny a while ago.  He had used a chemical to dissolve the zinc inside the penny but leave the copper shell intact.  That was pretty cool.  Bryce took that to school to show his science class.

 

Well, recently Bryce was learning about density and happened to mention that to this sweet man who gave me a great experiment to do at home that deals with surface tension and density.

 

Well, I never could turn my back on a fabulous experiment so over the Thanksgiving holiday we gave it a shot. 

 

Here's how it went.

 

First, fill a shallow pan with whole milk (the milk fat is important here, the fattier your milk the better this works).

 

 Next, let your youngsters squeeze a couple drops of food coloring into each corner of the pan.  You will notice that some of our kidlets were a little more liberal than others in their idea of what "a few" drops meant.

Now, put a drop of dish soap (seriously, a drop is plenty) a little bit away from the food coloring and watch your milk morph into a tie dye work of art.  The soap breaks up the fatty layer in the milk which breaks the surface tension allowing the more dense milk resting underneath the fat layer to move in and fill the gap and allowing young observers to see a beautiful convection action that makes the colors come alive.  It is a lot of fun.

 

 

Thanks to our science minded friend for keeping us up on fun ideas that let our kids see the way things work and get hands on opportunities to learn.

 

 

For a better explanation of what is going on here or for clearer step by step instructions take a peek at this website.  They also have lots of other fun science ideas that are great in your very own kitchen.

 

http://www.coolscience.org/CoolScience/KidScientists/tiedyemilk.htm

Happy Thanksgiving

In honor of this great holiday about gratitude and love I thought I'd share this lovely little video.

 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

 

 

(Ok, so I may have inadvertently had a video on here that was sort of PG-13 rated...uh, yeah...and I may not have totally noticed because the kids and I were laughing so hard in the first half that we didn't really hear the second half...uh, sorry about that. No worries, it's gone now.  Hope none of you were too tainted by it.  Thanks, honey, for pointing that out so I didn't further pollute the family blog readers of the world.  Lets just pretend it didn't happen.  Yeah.  Turkey.  Thanksgiving.  Good stuff.)

A Gratitude Attitude

About two weeks ago for family home evening we started a fun project.

 

I used my fancy dancy Cricut to cut a bunch of leaf and acorn shapes in fall colors and put them in a bag.  Then we had a lesson on the importance of gratitude (which involved the story of the 10 lepers from the New Testament and the learning of Hymn #242, "Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow" (which, incidentally, was my favorite hymn as a teenager because it ties as the shortest in the hymn book).

 

Anyway, so the point is, we challenged the kids to pay attention for the next little while to things they are thankful for.  We didn't ask everyone to do a certain number a day or anything like that, we wanted them to only jot things down when they honestly, seriously felt grateful for them.

 

It has been wonderful.

 

I love reading the things the kids are glad they have in their lives.  From books and grass to backpacks and chocolate it is all up there (the picture is from a while ago so this poor door is nearly covered now with leaves and acorns).

 

The part that pleases me most is that more than anything else up there I find leaves with the names of people that live in this house or just the word "family" scrawled across them.  I am thrilled and my little ones are thankful for each other (even if they sometimes torment the dickens out of one another).  This has been a wonderful activity.  I'm glad we did it and I think we just may make it a tradition.

 

 

Life by inches

Today life is back to normal.

 

That means that even though it is a Saturday our youngest banged her way into our room before 7:00 this morning turning on lights as she went so that she could ask us for breakfast.  Never mind that her older sister and one older brother were calling from the kitchen, "Ellie, come here, we will get you breakfast."  Thanks for trying guys.  You are awesome.  Somehow breakfast made by Mom is more better (yeah, I know, the fairy of poor grammar must have inadvertently landed on my shoulder, but somehow that phrase is the one that fits this scenario for me). 

After Ellie broke the ice two more small ones pummeled their way into our bed.  This is a regular, morning ritual (I just wish it would scale back its time frame on weekends...sigh).  Gavin and Logan carefully (ha ha) climbed into bed with Josh and I while barely making their presence felt. Psyche!   Ok, in reality they stomped all over us while they fought over the spot right between us.  Yeah, that's how we roll.

While being blindly attacked Josh queried, "Uh, what are you guys doing?" to which Gavin answered "We're trying to give you hugs."  Josh, in a smiling sarcastic voice said,"I think I could do without kids jumping on me, crawling on me, standing on me..." and Gavin added (as he walked sadly from the room) "Or hugging you."  Is it cruel if Josh and I had to stifle our laughs while he walked dejectedly away?

Poor, sad, boy.  Don't worry, we fixed it.  That's what we do.

When I dragged myself out of bed at 7:03 I found Aubrey cooking eggs for anyone who would allow her to cook for them and Ellie eating dry cereal with not a drop of milk in it (that doesn't sound appetizing to me but hey, whatever floats your boat).

 

Yup, it's a normal morning.

 

And I love that.

 

Some days are difficult.  That is just the way of life.  Sometimes tiny problems pile up and pile up and pile up until eventually they feel like a mountain that is hard to overcome.  But it isn't really.  We can climb over things like that the same way we climb over anything else...one small step at a time.  Sometimes it feels like our feet are sliding only millimeters by minutes, but if we keep plugging away it is still progress and that is something to be proud of.

 

I also think it is completely fair to be down from time to time.  It's normal (at least I think it is).  Thankfully, if we let it, life has a way of reminding us of what really matters and helping us keep things in perspective. 

 

And here's mine.  How can a mom be too down when tiny kidlets flock to her bed every morning because they just don't seem to be able to start the day without her.

 

Not me.  Not really.

 

Things will work out.  I may not know how, but they will.  And I'll smile (most of the time) as I continue on the journey.  Because it is a beautiful adventure even an inch at a time.