Last week was Abram's birthday. I won't say how old he is but I will tell you that the 1 candle on his cake represents the second digit in his age. You figure it out.
Abram went to see Blink 182 for his birthday.
Abe and Nate at the concert.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Confessions continued...
Okay, I think my meltdown is ending. I'll probably have another one tomorrow, but for right now, I am doing fine. So while I am in a very wonderful mood, let me continue confessing.
Confession #5 I love my husband. We went to see him at work today. He's stressed and I am sure I don't make his life any easier. I spend his money and complain about how I'm too tired to make him dinner. I want him home more but I also want him to be the best at his job and be as successful as he can be. This has got to be frustrating. He has always been here for me though. I even showed up late for our wedding. But, he was there waiting for me. When I am mad at him, he forgives me. When something is broken, he fixes it for me. When I am tired of holding the baby, he holds her for me.
Confession #6 I have wonderful children. Note: they are wonderful at being children. They drive me crazy but I guess that's what they are suppose to do. They cry when I comb their hair. Tangles!!! They run wild when I need them to be calm. They whine, a lot! They cry, a lot. But, they also eat broccoli and say prayers. They tell me I'm the best mommy in the world. Little do they know.
Confession #7 Today was a good day. I saw Abe at work. He really makes my day. I wish he really knew how much I love seeing him. I had fun with the girls. We went to the Strip. We walked through the Bellagio gardens, had lunch at McDonalds, watched the free movie at the M&M factory and enjoyed the Bellagio fountains. We walked a ton and almost drowned in sweat. I must be crazy to take all 3 out by myself in 110 degree weather. But, I knew the girls would have fun and they did.
Confession #5 I love my husband. We went to see him at work today. He's stressed and I am sure I don't make his life any easier. I spend his money and complain about how I'm too tired to make him dinner. I want him home more but I also want him to be the best at his job and be as successful as he can be. This has got to be frustrating. He has always been here for me though. I even showed up late for our wedding. But, he was there waiting for me. When I am mad at him, he forgives me. When something is broken, he fixes it for me. When I am tired of holding the baby, he holds her for me.
Confession #6 I have wonderful children. Note: they are wonderful at being children. They drive me crazy but I guess that's what they are suppose to do. They cry when I comb their hair. Tangles!!! They run wild when I need them to be calm. They whine, a lot! They cry, a lot. But, they also eat broccoli and say prayers. They tell me I'm the best mommy in the world. Little do they know.
Confession #7 Today was a good day. I saw Abe at work. He really makes my day. I wish he really knew how much I love seeing him. I had fun with the girls. We went to the Strip. We walked through the Bellagio gardens, had lunch at McDonalds, watched the free movie at the M&M factory and enjoyed the Bellagio fountains. We walked a ton and almost drowned in sweat. I must be crazy to take all 3 out by myself in 110 degree weather. But, I knew the girls would have fun and they did.
Green Bean Confessions
Lately, I haven't had much to blog about. No cute pictures, no cute stories. Why? Because I am having a meltdown. So here I am confessing (with all honesty) to the world.
Confession #1 I hate my yard. It has been 2 years and our landscaping is not finished. The sprinklers suck and nothing will grow in the 1 finished grow box that we have. I have planted the beans twice and they are dying once again. I don't want anymore grow boxes. I want the whole thing redone. Seriously, when I walk out there I want to swear! Like a sailor! But, I don't. However, if I don't make it to the celestial kingdom, it will be because of this yard. Not because they keep people who cuss or want to cuss out but because they won't let murderers in. That's right, I am going to kill someone if my freaking yard isn't finished very soon! So, to prevent my everlasting burning in heck, we will be using any bonus money my husband gets this year to redo this stupid yard instead of buying a new car.
Confession #2 I broke my phone. No big deal except the reason why I broke it. My child was pretending to be drowning in a hot tub. She thought that was really funny. It wasn't since I had my phone in my hand when I jumped in to save her. Looking back, if I had it to do over, I would still have a phone and one less child. This leads me to my next confession.
Confession #3 I think I have postpartum depression.
Confession #4 I hate living in Vegas. It is dry and ugly. I want trees in my life (not that they would survive with our irrigation system.) Abe wanted to live here. It's where he got a job. I am sure he put a little more effort in the Las Vegas interview than the Denver or Dallas interviews. So, we are here. Stuck forever. There's nothing I can do except buck up and live with it. Oh, and make sure I water those dying beans.
Confession #1 I hate my yard. It has been 2 years and our landscaping is not finished. The sprinklers suck and nothing will grow in the 1 finished grow box that we have. I have planted the beans twice and they are dying once again. I don't want anymore grow boxes. I want the whole thing redone. Seriously, when I walk out there I want to swear! Like a sailor! But, I don't. However, if I don't make it to the celestial kingdom, it will be because of this yard. Not because they keep people who cuss or want to cuss out but because they won't let murderers in. That's right, I am going to kill someone if my freaking yard isn't finished very soon! So, to prevent my everlasting burning in heck, we will be using any bonus money my husband gets this year to redo this stupid yard instead of buying a new car.
Confession #2 I broke my phone. No big deal except the reason why I broke it. My child was pretending to be drowning in a hot tub. She thought that was really funny. It wasn't since I had my phone in my hand when I jumped in to save her. Looking back, if I had it to do over, I would still have a phone and one less child. This leads me to my next confession.
Confession #3 I think I have postpartum depression.
Confession #4 I hate living in Vegas. It is dry and ugly. I want trees in my life (not that they would survive with our irrigation system.) Abe wanted to live here. It's where he got a job. I am sure he put a little more effort in the Las Vegas interview than the Denver or Dallas interviews. So, we are here. Stuck forever. There's nothing I can do except buck up and live with it. Oh, and make sure I water those dying beans.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A beautiful baby...a beautiful blessing
Ava received her baby blessing this past Sunday. She wore the same dress as did her big sisters when they were blessed. She was such a good baby and so beautiful. Abram gave her the sweetest blessing. There were many things that really stood out to me. One thing, was that she would know good from evil and lean toward the good; that the way she would live her life would help others come closer to our Heavenly Father. I guess that puts a lot of pressure on me to be a better mother--to not only raise a child to be good but to be a blessing to the lives of others. Another thing that was mentioned in the blessing was that she would have a love for life and a love for music. When I heard this, I realized just how in tune with the Spirit Abram was. If it were up to Abe, I think he would have blessed her with a love for sports instead. I am so thankful for him. He is not only a great daddy, but the best daddy. I an grateful for the priesthood which he holds--to be able to bless our children and lead our family. I am so happy to have Ava--such a little princess-- in my life. I hope I can help her live up to her divine potential and be the daughter our Heavenly Father wants her to become.
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