Thursday, December 25, 2008

And The Winner Is...

Every Christmas, we love receiving Christmas cards from friends and family - we love hearing from you and getting updates on your own lives, children, future plans, etc.

And every year - though we don't mean to pick favorites - we come across a family picture that fills us with so much joy and delight it ends up being the "best" card of the season.

And here it is. We love this family! We wont reveal how we know them - or where - to keep any of you sensitive types away from calling child protective services...

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Unique Motherhood

My sweet friend is getting ready to deliver twins. She's afraid, nervous and excited - understandably so. She prays she will be a good mother. Reading this talk this morning - it made me think of her - and so many of us.

There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each mother and each family. Many are able to be 'full-time moms,' at least during the most formative years of their children's lives, and many others would like to be. Some may have to work part- or full-time; some may work at home; some may divide their lives into periods of home and family and work. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else.

-Elder Russell Ballard, 2008-

Monday, December 15, 2008

When Your Parenting Just Isn't Sinking In

My Big Guy came home from the bus stop today via a friend's mom's car (who happened to pick up her daughter at the same time). I was grateful, but worried.

"Why did you get in the car? Do you know the mom?"

No. But it's okay. Her daughter is on my bus.

"But you don't know who the mom is. Did she know our family password?"

Don't worry Mom. I told her what the password is. She knows it.


Sunday, December 14, 2008

Home Sweet Home

We had some great times renting in Connecticut - but it's absolutely wonderful to have our own home again.

These pictures do a great job of covering all the things Greg and I will be fixing in the coming years - there are many, many holes, chipped corners, broken blinds, leaky sink faucets, a few faulty appliances, broken shelves, warped floor boards - the list goes on.

But it's minor, it's mostly cosmetic. And Greg can fix ANYTHING. :)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Thanksgiving and Our Sweetie

I love turkey. I especially love left-over turkey on those delicious sandwiches with slices of fresh avocado, miracle whip, toasted bread and a side of left-over pumpkin pie. Life is good.

It was even better this year to be back in Utah, watching my dad cut the traditional turkey and to visit with siblings over glasses of chilled Martinellis.

But my favorite part about Thanksgiving is My Sweetie's birthday. Every year it reminds me what I am most thankful incredible miracle.

I've heard most parents refer to their children as miracles. But in my case - it really was.

The doctors had told me it was impossible. My body had decided to advance to a pre-menopausal state in my late 20s and my eggs were calling it quits. Many years, 2 rounds of in-vitro, surgeries, pills, terrible words like PCOS, stage 4 endometriosis, and drawers full of adoption paperwork - Greg and I had decided it was time to stop - this was no longer the path we were meant to go down.

I remember completely resigning myself to the life ahead of me. We had experienced our first miracle - adopting our Big Guy - we were more than grateful. Life would move forward and we would be happy.

But apparently there was more in store than I realized - greater work and sacrifices on behalf of our family - that brought about the miracle.

Eight months after bringing home our Big Guy, Greg and I sat in the Timpanogos temple, surrounded by family when I first felt the stirrings of something that felt - not quite right. But I was beyond skeptical. I never even said the words aloud - because I knew there was no chance.

Four weeks later I went to the store - absolutely furious and gnashing my teeth - to buy a pregnancy test. I hated doing this. I had done this so many times before. But something was wrong. Definitely wrong. I would have to make ANOTHER trip to the doctor's office soon and he would run a test regardless to rule out everything, and I didn't want to go through ANOTHER negative ALONE in the doctor's office.

So there I was - I had bought the cheapest, most generic test available - and I sat outside my bathroom door waiting. Still furious. Why did I have to go through this again? Hadn't I been through enough?? I knew exactly what the test would say - I knew there would be a GIGANTIC empty space in the circle area. I thought of the millions of women around the world in the exact same situation as me and I immediately started planning how I'd organize a massive party with fantastic food as soon as I was done reading this test. We could all wail together.

The time was up. I threw the door open, stomped to the bathroom sink, and my jaw dropped.
Three days later I saw him for the first time. I was 11 weeks pregnant.

And now he's three. And yes he cries and complaines about making his bed, putting on his shoes, sharing his toys, cleaning up his messes - and I do get upset with him often - but I am still joyous for My Sweetie.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Moving and Cleaning

We're in the process of moving to our new house (pictures coming soon!) and cleaning out our temporary living quarters - thank you Mom & Dad MacKinnon.

The kids - even Pretty Girl - have all been helping.