lehman's cave

the Leavitt family had a mini reunion last week and it was a blast. we all headed up north out of the heat to camp and visit Lehman's caves. i probably sounded like a broken record, but up there in the aspen and pine trees i feel at home. and i couldn't stop commenting about it! camping up above 5,000 feet takes me back to camping as a young girl and i treasure those memories.

the kids were awesome. super great travellers and campers. there was a small 3 minute moment when rodney had a night terror because of lack of sleep and then i threatened to murder phoebe if she woke him up again. whoops.  lucy helped them all explore the little creek and grandpa took them fishing and shooting. they saw two beaver dams and that was the highlight as far as creatures came.

lehman's cave is a MUST SEE in Nevada. i have been to a fair share of caves and this one was amazing. besides being the largest one in nevada the hour tour was entertaining and memorable. even Rodney behaved the entire time. milestone!

we ate smore's galore and had a wonderful time, i LOVE camping so much. (Just not the clean up)

 grandpa leavitt is the best shooting guide ever, ever ever.
rod has a gallery gun that shoots mini 22's bullets. it sounds like a little "puff" in the air.
 perfect for kids learning.
 some got more into it than others, scary.
 watching rod with rodney was the cutest thing in the world.
 checking their target 

 in the middle earth
 the girls soaked up every bit of info

our guide was funny and quirky all at once. he's been a ranger their for 20+ years and he loves it.
 why do we even try? SMILE TY.
 i don't know who was more scared of whom
 baker, nv is a quaint little town full of unhygienic hippy artists.
we were just bitter because they didn't serve ice cream

all in all it was a great trip. i highly suggest Lehman's cave if you are in NV or UT


end of summer thoughts

the other afternoon i shuffled around the house doing the afternoon dash, pick up toys, think about dinner (again) harp on the kids to get off the tv/computer and help out. i was also exhausted. i've been waking up at 5am for my workouts and i didn't get a power nap so by 4pm i'm running on empty. this is when i wonder why i don't guzzle diet coke? the jolt would be appreciated right about now, but it has and always will taste like butt to me.

the list in my head about what needs to get done and what i have left to do is overwhelming. laughable to some, but for some reason it feels just like i said, overwhelming. the weeks are flying by and the days drag on. before school starts i'm trying to move the girls all into one bedroom, buy all the school supplies, organize the bedrooms and toys (AGAIN), take a huge load to charity and plan a farewell for my parents. Yes, my parents are going on a service mission for our church to Guatemala for 24 months! They leave in just a short 3 weeks also.

We went camping last week and it took me 5 days to clean up. I hope you feel better about yourself now.

while i figure out how to finish everything up, here are a few short links of some great stuff i read this week via the world wide web:

give me gratitude or give me debt: look around at your house and see it with gratitude

a look into depression. a good friend posted his link, granted i'm not a huge hockey fan like her but this was a great article to read if you have a hard time understanding mental illness. my depression comes and goes as it pleases, i'm lucky that it is always mild.

this short video is great for a family home evening lesson and to show to your kids. we have watched it dozens of times, it's a simplified version of the truth about sugar and our society.


real life

let's get real here people and talk about some stuff. blogs are not real life! i hope that i have not tried to persuade readers on this little thing in any other direction. i try to be honest about our life (to a point, i obviously edit out a lot of personal things) around here and my feelings as a mom. i really hope that readers understand i'm not trying to portray a different picture of myself. i'm quirky, and flawed, and funny (well, i try) and honest.

so, real life. i gained a lot of weight with pregnancy #5, the loss and the aftermath of all that. 20 lbs. i've lost like, 5. yes, FIVE. but for the last 12 weeks i have been busting my buns with an online personal trainer (more on her awesomeness later) and am feeling stronger and HAPPIER. yes, happier!!! sure, most of my clothes still don't fit and the scale refuses to budge, but I am happy! and i sprinted yesterday and my butt and tummy didn't jiggle or flop. that is real progress people.

anyways, i definitely only show nice pictures of myself on instagram and here because, hey! i'm human and i want everyone to think i'm a smoking hot mess. but in reality, there is one good angle of this woman and it is profile. everything else is, shall we say....crop worthy. haha.  so for the sake of my readers (all 22 of you) and myself here are a few good photos that i of course took myself, and bad angle pictures that ty's family always so graciously snaps of me all the time. ALL THE TIME. my posterity is just going to love all of those ones.  for your viewing pleasure and i hope you have a great weekend knowing how awesome your photos always are right? riggggghhht.

this is my "i am sucking in so hard it almost made me pass out photo"
and this is my, "i've been working out like crazy and this angle makes me look good" photo.

this is my "front squats are awesome. so there" photo.
*these next ones are the self esteem boosters:
i chose this apron specifically for it's ability to slim your waist, or er, rolls.
 "paul bunion meets grunge meets 80's bangs" photo
someone please, for the love, burn this shirt for me.
but not the shorts, they are the only pair that fit. yikes. 
"hi, i'm bloated and on vacation and born in the 80's" photo
this is my, "i was feeling so awesome i skipped the spanx for the wedding" photo
sheesh megan, you make me look bad woman

in all good sport, i know that i am way too hard on myself. i am an active and healthy mom who exercises more than regularly and eats pretty darn healthy. i don't drink soda or eat chips, i don't drink caffeine or alcohol or smoke. i don't eat out at fast food more than once a month and we limit dessert around here. but PIZZA? just give me an entire box and get out of my way. hahaha

there are good photos of anyone, and there are less flattering ones of anyone. all that matters is that i know i'm working hard and am strong and happy. i challenge you to find some unflattering photos of yourself and share them, it was actually quite liberating. 


embracing summer

ack, back to school shopping? september? don't even mention those things to me. we are having way too much fun with summer.

the awesome whattoexpect.com website just posted a list of 31 things to do in August, and i'm so excited for them. what's your list look like to embrace the end of summer?



i pulled back the covers to my bed last night and asked ty, "the kids are having a great summer aren't they?". he chuckled a "yup" out before his eyes started sliding shut. i sighed as i pulled the sheets up over me and started to ponder. ty was snoring in 12.3 seconds and i thought about getting up to watch tv or read, but i just thought and thought.

the kids are having a great summer. i've tried to let it be as carefree and full of physical activity as i can, with lots of good tv in the mix. last week was "musical week". i told them i don't care how much you watch but it has to be a musical. hahaha, it was hilarious. lucky we weren't even home that long for them to be very bored at all.

i have enjoyed this summer, as all summers. something about having all my chicks home at the same time is endearing and absolutely exhausting all at once. but,

i have lost my routine with the house.
i have lost my routine with the weekly menu.
i haven't sat down to look at the bills or calendar in weeks.

this monday i went through my head in the shower about birthdays and appointments and 'to-dos'. i hadn't done that in a very long time. as the dates clicked by with each thing i realized that my due date for baby number 5 is next weekend. seeing as i've never made it past day of 39 weeks to the dot, theoretically i would be having a baby this weekend. it was such a strange thought, and then two seconds later i started sobbing. i don't sob, i don't cry over emotional hardships, so this was strange. i didn't fight it and as it subsided i realized that things have been a little strange past 9 months.

i'm not unhappy, but i'm not happy if that makes any sense at all. 
i'm just a little lost i guess, and that's ok. 
it does please me that the kids and ty are happy, so there is something. 
thank goodness for that.

*ps* if you are looking for a good "get completely lost in a book and ignore everything book" i just read My Name is Resolute. perfect summer escape book.


scout camp means one thing

road trip!

ty has volunteered in our church to work with the Boy Scouts of America for a long time. approximately 10 out of our 11 years of marriage.

one time i complained that he was always gone on campouts. my dear friend is a widow told me how her son looked forward every month to those campouts .

and i have never (ok tried not to) complain since.

but scouts means scout CAMP. and if it wasn't during the hottest month of the year, i don't think i would blink an eye. it doesn't bother me too much when ty is gone, i just keep on doing what we do you know? but our favorite tradition now is going somewhere with just mom and the kidlets during camp week.

this year we ran away by ourselves (No aunt sarah) to california. We picked up aunt Danna and visited the ocean with my old college bestie Christie.

we swam, we marveled at the waves and dolphins. we walked and collected sea glass. i felt like the sand and the waves pulled away a lot of my daily stress and worry about life. corny, i know.

most importantly we talked, and talked and talked about what's happened over the last 13 years since freshman year at BYU.

my favorite part, apart from the friendship, were the gloomy and overcast skies. oh! i loved them.

it was magical and just what we needed to survive the summer.

finding sand crabs
"wooking for dolpins"

phoebe doesn't need captions
sunset from a hallmark card right?


the stroller

ty took out the umbrella stroller out of the back of the car last weekend, and left it on the porch. every time i walked into the house i would remind myself "make sure you put the stroller back in the trunk!".  because, you know, you can't be caught without a stroller when you have a baby.

i mentioned this to ty yesterday and he kind of chuckled, "he doesn't really need a stroller like that anymore".  that caught me off guard, and i got a little defensive, until ty reminded me, "he did climb that mountain by himself annie."

it's true, my baby did hike with us last saturday all by himself.

goodbye umbrella stroller, it was nice seeing you all the time.  sniff, sniff.

ty might have bribed them all with candy bars if they made it to the top. hehe


strange things are happening....

my first hired writing was published this morning.

yup, i'm an official blogger for whattoexpect.com

watch out for my book at barnes and noble next year. hardy har har!

but seriously, please take a gander at my post here. it validates my puny existence.

and if you like it, feel free to share it on, you know, any social media website you please.

i never knew this little old thing would one day end me up getting paid to write. i mean, i once lost a child i was holding. just don't tell my editor in new york city that. (yes, my editor in NEW YORK CITY)

ok, enough bragging. rock on my readers, rock on.


thoughts in the summer

oh, the heat. it's not the first time i've lamented about it, but this summer feels especially toasty. i'm not complaining too much, we are extremely spoiled to be able to swim at my parents' pool. i don't know if it is because i grew up with a pool, or because heat makes me insufferably cranky and tired, but i couldn't live here without a pool. honestly, it's salvation in a blessed rectangle.

this summer has been the summer of purposefully choosing to try harder every day. try harder at growing spiritually, mentally and physically. that's no small task in case you were wondering.  it's really easy for me to physically work on myself, i enjoy exercising and learning new ways to eat better. spiritually, i've always been a stubborn mule on that one. i'll do good and then be obstinate about consistency. blah. mentally is the same, i will read a cluster of good books and then have a dry spell of nothingness but watching mindless drivel not the tv with ty.

all the kids are working on their library reading project and learning how to dive/swim better. we have a few friends over once a week (i can't really handle anymore than that) and take trips to get frozen yogurt and groceries. we also have spent a TON of time zoning out on tv and the iPad. i spend all.day.long with the kids EVERY day.

nap time/quiet time is my small 2hr block of time to unwind and plan the rest of the day, but i can't tell you how much i have to pray every day to be able to stay calm with the kids after 6pm. and most of the time it doest help (ack).

working on my own weaknesses and strengths is a challenge in and of itself. as long as i keep trying more than giving up, i believe i'm still heading in the right direction. at least i hope! a lot of the times in my effort to be better, i will take notes of other women or mothers that i know that i perceive as doing a "good job", and i try to imitate or recreate their routine or actions.  even just typing this i see the mistakes in that method, but it is what it is. many good routines and things have come into our family because of my attention to positive aspects of other family's lives.  but another thing can happen, and that is forcing things that aren't meant for me or my family because they look "good". it's a fine line between trying to be better by following your own desires instead of Heavenly Father's.

one thing i want for my children is a strong mind, body and character. i want them to know who they are and their purpose here on earth. they are all so unique with their qualities and weaknesses. i don't think i'm alone in the feeling that it is such a challenge being a mother.

via pinterest


on patriotism

my earliest, and favorite memories of Independence Day were jumping off of rocks the size of two story houses, fishing for crawdads and getting burnt to a crisp at Lake Tahoe. the cool evenings spent on the top level of a parking garage, lying on top of the suburban, on top of a lumpy electrical blanket (i thought everyone brought their old electrical blankets for picnics) and oohing and ahhing at each burst of light. the radio static would eventually leak through a few strains of a patriotic song and we would devour bags of candy before heading home in utter bliss.

the kids have never disappointed on the 4th of July, except the one year we woke Lucy up for the fireworks and she asked to go back to bed. and the three years in a row we refused to take Rodney because he hates loud noises. but it is always full of family and fun and someone getting burnt by a firework.

this week on pinterest was post after post of patriotic nails and tees and etc. etc. etc. well, i'm lame. i don't have patriotic nails, or shirt, or matching dresses for my girls. but we will swim and eat bbq and get sunburnt and watch the fireworks display. i hope my kids have magical memories of all of these small things that we have the FREEDOM to choose to do or not to do.

God bless America
Home of the Free

i snapped a few of these photos with Ty's phone on our way home from Las Vegas this week. the heat was suffocating, 115*? 116*? and our little car was struggling to keep the air cooler than 90*, but i still saw some desert beauty with my eyes. maybe i will survive this summer


seen and heard

life is full to the brim of summer around here. soggy swimsuits draped over the shower rod, damp towels drying in the laundry room. swimmer's ear drops on the counter and mac n' cheese for lunch every darn day. we watch too much tv, and try to sleep in (rodney isn't getting the memo). we haven't TOUCHED the piano in weeks and i'm perfectly fine with the break from everything.

ty is gearing up for scout camp and trying to recover every night from working in the heat all day. speaking of heat, auggie the doggie will do anything to nap on the tile inside the back door after it reaches over 101*. ha, lightweight. but his sad eyes work most afternoons: bonus, he eats all the crumbs there and in the laundry room!

phoebe is a little too adventurous in the pool 
the girls love finding and monitoring nests around the property
most mornings around here look like this if you are a 3 year old
my favorite quote: "wook! separatists!"  
'dumb dog', that's what i call him all day. ty prefers "augustus"
(he likes me most of all, go figure)
i've caught several moments of lucy voluntarily playing with rodney, 
makes all the hard moments worth it
i've had a few opportunities to love and mug on little babies lately. 
guess what? baby fever CURED for now. haha, more on that later.



i took a big step today. i am giving away (or tossing) my pajamas.

don't feel badly, i haven't bought pajamas in four years. i currently have been sleeping in, whatever tshirt i pull off a hanger, with a pair of pajama pants. my pj tops and pants are always! mismatched, and after a quarterly organizing spree of folding them all together it only lasts a week before they separate from each other. seriously, my clothes just don't get along or something.

one of my goals this year is simplifying my life. aint nobody got time to organize their 7 pairs of pajamas.

on a side note, rodney is starting to laugh and point when i don't have my pajamas on and just my whitey tighty templeroos. if he were older, i would sit him down and lecture him about the laws of gravity and what nursing four babies does to the chesticular region. but as he isn't, something's got to give. get it? hahaha

not the nightgown i ordered

in order to solve the problems i ordered two nightgowns and a nice kimono for unexpected morning visitors. like, the bug man or water man. yikes.

i'm pretty sure i can keep track of two nightgowns and one robe. heaven help me,  because if not i've got more issues than pajamas if i can't pull this off.

i think my granny would be proud.


summer days recap

i rolled out of bed at 6:30 to Rodney calling me to "get hims out!", as i walked to his room i noticed sore, wobbly legs from yesterday's workout and decided to grab my pillow and blanket too. he and i plopped down onto the couch and watched transformer cartoons while i snoozed in and out of comments and questions "whads that? who's dat? are you sleeping?". the girls woke up at 7:00 on the dot and all decided that since the last time i made cracked wheat, they decidedly do not like it anymore. thank goodness the boy still does, he ate two bowlfulls.

then the whining and complaining and fighting began. over what to watch on tv, to clothes and hair do's. no one wanted to go swim or work out today. please can we stay home? two kids had to be reminded FOUR times to put their shoes on. everyone wanted to stay home. being the awesome mom that i am i bribed them with frozen yogurt from the gas station if they all "played" nice for my workout.

it didn't work. rodney was crying 4 minutes into my warm up. we had forgotten his star wars toys and he wanted to go home. phoebe and abby were fighting over the rope, and then the rowing machine and then just who knows what else. lucy won't stop talking, won't stop talking, won't stop talking.

"what am i doing wrong?" i think. we have crayons and coloring books, white board and dry erase markers, bikes, trikes, snacks and work out equipment they love to "play" on and they are all whining to go home. it hasn't even been two weeks of summer and they've cracked. we came home and the boy didn't want to nap, i still made him, but it was an extremely short hour and a half for my serenity. the girls zoned out on studio c episodes and i read my new book club book. makayla came over and entertained phoebe during the down time which was wonderful, despite my plans to have her nap as it has been almost a week since she had one and was due. i got a headache and cranky by 5. we ate dinner and then no one was listening to me. i finally got some kids thrown in a cold bathtub and rinsed off and the others brushing their teeth and in pajamas. phoebe got her first bloody nose during scripture study and the girls (again) weren't listening at bedtime.

so i'm writing about it. but yesterday! yesterday was a completely different story.

because they all miraculously slept in until 7:30 i got up and ready before the kids,  ( rodney even went to bed at 6:30 the night before). everyone happily ate their cheerios and, AND cleaned up without complaining. they all ran to get their swimsuits on and i only had to remind 2 kids to get their shoes on once! i packed the snacks, and my swim suit into my mary poppins' swim bag and we took off. ah, a fresh monday for a new week! they swam happily with the sitter (cousin ari) while i trudged away at my workout. i'm so lucky to have babysitters. we all happily swam together after i finished, visited with the messers and came home hungry and tired. the house stayed relatively clean and the kids were pleasant.

despite my preparation today (cracked wheat in the crock pot) and plans, the kids were just grumpy. yesterday they were fine. and that's just how it is, good days follow bad ones and vice versa. even when i'm prepared we have poop days and on thrown together days they are happy as little clams. sometimes there are reasons, sometimes it's a crap shoot.

yesterday i woke up refreshed and happy. today i woke up like a zombie. and then the kids' all followed my lead. i'm a work in progress if anything.

they didn't get frozen yogurt in case you were wondering.

fathers and families

i've been teaching a 6-7 year old class in church every sunday for a year and a half now, my favorite part, aside from watching them try to sit still and not wiggle for 2 hours, is singing the primary songs with them.  even though i'm not so talented in the vocal department, i love singing these simple verses that always help me think more about motherhood, families, and our relationship with God.

here are some lyrics we sang on sunday:

God gave us families
to help us to be what he wants us to be.
this is how he shares his love,
for the family is of God.

i've said it more than once on here, parenting is hard! motherhood is exhausting and being the dad is stressful. but i can look at the trials ty and i have passed through as parents and wouldn't trade them for anything. we both are better people, parents, and spouses because of each and every one of them.

ty loves things clean and orderly. he is willing to sacrifice having the house perfect for a few decades to endure a house full of growing mess makers. (it still needs to be clean(ish) just not perfect)

ty loves having things work just the way they are supposed to and look nice. because we have a large family he spends 1/2 of his time fixing our hand me down tools and older cars before he can get the work done. we laugh that in our house every time you fix something, two other things will break.

he would love to spend his time on his dream truck, but he knows the kids will grow and be gone and there will be plenty of time for things like of that nature later (i help him remember this too).

but i think i love him most because he gives me beautiful children, and in the first place he knows everything about me and still agreed to have a family with me. win/win

 ty and baby wodney 2011
ty and baby phoebe 2010

 do you think they realize how lucky they are? 


The high hair

I found a high chair at a yard sale when Rodney was one; not just any high chair, the high chair I had always wanted. Small, simple, wooden, classic. Rodney ate in for the next 18 months. 

A few weeks ago I sat reading during "quiet time", I glanced up and noticed it quietly sitting in the dining room corner. We only eat in there for parties or when we feed the missionaries, so I hardly even see it anymore, and when I do I just glance and then move on.

 I looked at it silently and wondered, is it waiting for someone ? Oh how this question has infested my mind and encompassed my heart. I wish there was an easy answer, an easy way to say "yes! We should have another baby!" Without looking around afterwards and laughing. Why would a baby want to come to our family? We already have four kids, FOUR. Today that's the equivalent of 20. The toy room has had micro beads strewn across the carpet for three days. We ate cereal last night for dinner.

Even without the myriad of parenting mistakes I make on a daily, sometimes hourly basis, I have the awesome facts that my dr politely informed me about what the babies did to my body (not awesome). And even despite all of that, we just had an ectopic pregnancy this Christmas and surgery in March because of it to boot. Bonus fact! I had an IUD in for birth control, so nope, not planned. 

Obviously I could list hundreds of reasons why it would not be a smart move for me to have another baby. But oh, the heartache of looking at that empty high chair. It's almost unbearable, and I imagine it will be that way for a long time.

you've had a birthday

carol 1943 panama
happy birthday to my most favorite mother in the world! isn't she the best?  a lot of my friends agree and laugh because my mom gives the best and most memorable advice, that we use and say over and over. it's true. my all time favorites:

"pick your battles", this is pretty universal, but i use it especially in our marriage and with my kids. as the knight says in Indiana Jones, "choose wisely." haha
"bananas"- "mom, where are you going?"
"fruit loops"- "Mom, what's for dinner?"
"they probably have problems at home", we would hear this whenever we would come home and lament about friend or peer problems.  and guess what? it's always true!
"they're probably on drugs"- anytime would see someone doing something especially outlandish, and guess what? true again mom
"when you potty train, you only train yourself"- i totally refused to listen to this one the first time around. lesson learned!
"oh my stars and garters!"- an exclamation of surprise, i love it
"are you reading your scriptures?" or "did you pray about it?", this was an easy way to cut off any moaning and gnashing of teeth over our silly personal problems. i can't imagine everything she has listen to us all complain about!

my favorite memories of my mom from growing up was hot breakfast waiting for us every weekday. her smiley face she drew on our notes. reading to us. all those stops at historical markers that i loathed as a kid, i totally do that now!! camping trips, and long road trips to see family, and her remarkable patience. my mom was almost 40 when she had me and i never remember her freaking out about anything i did...ever. bad grades, late curfew, wrecking their car(s), even my freshman year of college i forgot to take a final (I KNOW) and she didn't even complain, we just hopped into the car, drove up there, took my test, ate a yummy lunch and drove home.  luckily all my other siblings had wore her down by the time i came around, nothing surprised her and i think she essentially knew by then what was important to wig out about and what wasn't.  in college i would probably call home once a month complaining about how hard it was and how i wanted to move closer to home, to which she would reply, "just keep trying and working hard, or you could just come and live at home for forever." ha! that one always nipped my grievances in the bud.

my mom was 24 and in the middle of getting her master's degree from BYU when she married my dad and moved to Chicago. she helped put my dad through Northwestern for 4 years while teaching elementary school (a few years in the inner-inner city too). she then raised 7 children from 1968 till forever (does it ever stop?). she finally finished her master's degree at UNR in the early 90's and never stops working and moving from project to project at church, home or with my dad. their next big project (together!) is a mission for our church. we are all eagerly awaiting their call!

happy birthday mi madre, muwah!



three years ago we were blessed with a baby boy.

and as difficult as those last three years have been, they have been absolutely glorious.

you are my favorite baby boy rodney, we are extremely grateful every day that you are ours.


when you're baby isn't a baby: rodney turns 3

well, it's here. the birthday week where i will mourn every nap time and bedtime with my baby.

my baby wears diapers and sleeps in a crib
my baby talks to strangers, and they understand him
my baby feeds himself with a fork and spoon and drinks from a "Non" zippy cup
my baby has gone #1 in the potty 7 times all on his own volition
my baby loves star wars legos, ninja turtles, pirates and robots
my baby loves to dress up (we only have dresses and skirts) and says "WOOK! i'm a pirate!"
my baby snuggles and hugs me every day
my baby lets me sing lullabies to him
my baby still holds my hand and tells me he "Wuvs me"
my baby can count to ten and sing the alphabet
my baby has his favorite books memorized
my baby knows the differences and names of all heavy equipment on construction sites
my baby knows every Jedi
name (seriously)

my baby isn't a baby, but i want him to stay a baby forever.

this morning i told him he could live in our house and play nintendo the rest of his life (but not really)


memorial day and thoughts

this is the third year we have trekked to the cemeteries with all kids for memorial day. and for par, there was wailing and gnashing of teeth and a few graves accidentally walked over (seriously overton cemetery, a few markers?). in case anyone is looking for an eagle project, hint hint.

anyways, we went as soon as the heat lowered from sweltering to just a simmer. we told the kids about their relatives and our family friends that we saw. we walked and i teared up at all of the babies buried, oh, so many babies. one of my greatest fears is losing a child. as we drove home i told ty, i don't think i could handle that. but then i thought, what about losing a child spiritually? that should be my greatest fear, it's something i try not to think about. my greatest goal for my life is to raise all my children with strong testimonies of Jesus Christ and the gospel.

the fear of losing an adult child through poor choices and addictions drives me to do some silly things. i get frantic about protecting them against pornography, FRANTIC. i try to limit their exposure to media, songs, and conversations that are blatantly promoting breaking the commandments. i also get uptight and yell and scream because i want them to be happy, successful children. the irony is not lost on me.

enough with the tangent: taking them to the cemeteries is important to both of us, and even  though they complain about it, i know as adults they will be grateful.

as luck would have it, we found out that every memorial day there is a veteran flag ceremony at 7pm in overton.  mark your calendars, it's definitely something to take your kids to see once. ty and i both were happy the kids could watch it, even though there were a lot of "mom, this is like, so loooong" comments. God bless those veterans, every one.


wuv, twu wuv

a wedding! we love weddings! the kids have been waiting ever so not patiently for the day to finally arrive. we all dressed up in our nicest duds, and drove to the temple for Taylor and Megan's wedding. it was beautiful! they were sealed for their time on earth and for all eternity together by a beloved family friend and neighbor. it was a perfect day all around and we all had a wonderful time.

enough sappy stuff, here are some pictures to remember the momentous occasion by.

light saber app fights saved the R man's no nap attitude
4 generations (minus Camille)
important Jedi discussions during pictures 
they love "uncle" megan!
it was funny because they entire day ty and i kept laughing that we love watching other people's weddings, and are so glad it's not ours. don't get me wrong, we loved our day. it was pretty fantastic if i say so myself, but oh! we are much happier today than then. and we were extremely happy and in love then, but it's just...better. not perfect, but peaceful and content. i can say that i love ty more today than 11 years ago, so i think we are doing something right. and, my hair was so nice that day we had to take many pictures to document it.
 her dress=gorgeous!

corinne caught all these candid photos, and i love them.
cousin fun
look at those eyes!
love this one
5 best blessings in my life

we were laughing in this photo because debbie (the photographer) told ty and i to kiss. in case you didn't know, we are both very shy with public kissing, i would have loved to see our faces when she asked us that. haha
the receptions was so fun for the kids, we were so pooped on sunday!

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