We can fly!

We've been a wee bit excited about Halloween at our house. That is an understatement.

The day arrived. And it was everything we hoped for and more. Gosh, trick-or-treat-ing with kids is so much fun. They were super excited, very talkative with people, way into everyone's decorations, and insistant that we call them Peter Pan and Tinker Bell rather than their real names.

My parents showed up just in time for dinner and trick-or-treating. We loved having them with us! My mom was awesome about taking pictures.

So without further ado...

The stars of the day! Meet Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. Note the awesome sword Jeremy made Raymond. Note the awesome costumes made by me! 

She was precious. Beyond measure. And her bag matches. The OCD in me loved that.

 As a family. I was Nana (the dog). Jeremy was Mr. Darling. Ginny was tired of pictures.

Rex was Smee. Mostly he just hung out in the stroller pushed by Grandpa. He was super alert in the beginning. Love that sweet little face.  

They were so super cute at all the doors. Raymond just wanted to talk and talk and talk to everyone. Ginny just kept reaching in for more candy. Cracked me up. 

The loot. They were exhausted (and both dead asleep within 15 minutes of this picture) but so so happy.

It really was just SO SO fun. Magical, in fact. Halloween just skyrocked in my list of awesome holidays. 

Transitions

I remember a while back reading a post somewhere (where?) in which the writer was asking (and commenters were responding) what the hardest transitions was: going from zero to one child, from one child to two, two to three and so on.

It was a revelatory moment for me. At the time I only had two. But I realized that it was immeasurably harder for me to go from zero to one. Something that had never occurred to me before. Not that I didn't want that first baby (oh how I wanted that baby!). But it was a big transition. I was fresh married (another big transition), in a fairly new place, lacking horribly in the friend department, and walking away from being in school or teaching school. And Raymond was somewhat cholicy.  Don't get me wrong, I had no doubts or second thoughts about the stay-at-home bit, no qualms about starting a family, and nothing else whatsoever that I wanted to be doing with my time and talents.

But for whatever reason it was a rough transition. Does any first time mom know what they are doing? My heart goes out to first time moms. Man. It's rough.

Baby #2 was so much easier. So. Much.

And let me tell you, despite all my fears, worries, and apprehensions (three kids three and under!), Baby #3 has been hands down the smoothest transition yet.

I have absolutely no idea if it's just that Rex is the best baby on the planet (for which I give daily thanks). Or if I've finally learned something about how to swaddle a baby properly (I haven't). Or if living in a space big enough to breath in has eased emotional strain (heavens, yes). I don't know.

But I feel like despite the serious chaos that three, three and under creates, I am in the happiest, stablest place I've been in a while.Not that I wasn't happy before. It's just that I'm happier now than I realized I could be.

It wish that that meant I don't lose my temper (I hate it when I lose my temper... but somehow it still happens). Or that I've given up being annoyed with too much mess (I love everything in it's place. But it's nigh unto impossible to attain. Or maintain.). Or that I'm ok with the fact that my kids yell at me (and each other) and seem to have few qualms about talking back.

But I feel like we are making progress (toddler steps). Who knew adding another baby to the mix would only make things better? Heavenly Father, obviously.

I am happy to say that this has, indeed, been a smooth transition. The best yet.

(Rex, aka the best baby on the planet)

Babies

I sure do love my little crazies. Sometimes I can't even believe I have three children. But there they are in all their adorable-ness.

Can't wait until Halloween when they turn into Peter, Tinker, and Smee, respectively. October really is the best month.

I hope you are enjoying wind and rain and falling yellow leaves, as we are. Oh, and endless bowls of all varieties of soups.

Cheers!

(PS it is, unbelievably, on the horizon that I will acquire a phone with a decent camera. Huzzah! This is as good a news for you as for me since the quality of these pictures really is atrocious.)

Reflections

Last Friday (the 12th) I turned thirty, friends. It's kind of a big-deal birthday. I have honestly been excited about it for just about a year. I am happy to have joined the "in my thirties" club.

More than anything it has made me think about and reflect on where I've been and where I'm going, and who I've been and who I have yet to become. In the last ten years, specifically, I feel like so much has happened. It makes me excited for the next ten years.

As a recap:

• Oct 2002: I had just started dating "the rocket" -- a relationship that fell apart about six months later. I learned immeasurably about the atonement, forgiveness, and faith as I worked to put myself back together. Maybe it sounds a little melodramatic (but, hey, I was 20), but this relationship and the aftermath was character forming in so many ways.
• Oct 2003: I was one month away from entering the MTC to serve in the Honduras, Comayaguela Mission. I was living at home and spending all my time with my mom. I was on fire with life, loved being home, and on pins and needles to begin my mission.
• Oct 2004: I had just been transferred (the week before) to Catacamas, and at the same time started training Hermana Paty Perez (from Guatemala). We were both new to the area and unfortunately neither of us had a very good sense of direction. Almost all the streets were dirt roads and all the houses adobe brick. We walked in circles! In the end, this was my favorite area, though. Oh, Honduras, I miss you.
• Oct 2005: I was teaching the "English" (three week) missionaries at the MTC and gearing up to teach the Welfare sisters starting in January. Working at the MTC will always be, I think, the best job I ever had. I loved it.  This was my first semester back at BYU after my mission and I was taking a bizillion Spanish classes since I had added a Spanish Teaching minor. 
• Oct 2006: I was still at the MTC, still teaching Welfare (although the program was on the brink--unbeknownst to me--of ending), still doing the BYU thing. I was living in that wonderful little house on 900 E and 700 S in Provo with Katy and Allison and Koseli and Shirsti. I loved that house. I loved those girls. I had just been called as the RS president in our singles ward.
• Oct 2007: I was a first year English teaching at San Juan High School in Blanding, Utah. I had just started this little ole blog and moving into my own apartment. I was crazy busy trying to keep up with teaching 11th and 12th grade English and AP Language. I spent late nights sitting in my rocking chair reading, Sunday afternoons going on long walks around Blanding, and Friday nights at the football games. 
• Oct 2008: I had been married to Jeremy 1(!) month. I had just found out I was pregnant with little Raymond John. We were newlyweds in love.Jeremy was in his first semester at SUU, and I was teaching Adult Ed and Even Start for Iron County (in Cedar City, UT)
• Oct 2009: Raymond was four months old; I was already planning and sewing Christmas presents (I remember spending months that year working on Christmas presents!). We were living in scholarship housing and I had just become friends with Lew Swank. I love her.
• Oct 2010: I was a month away from giving birth to Ginny. Jeremy and I were taking a married institute class together. Raymond had just started talking; I loved the way he would say "Moses" and point to the picture in the Gospel Art book.
• Oct 2011: We had just moved to SLC and started Law School. We were living in that "cozy" basement apartment. I was determined to bake all my own bread (it lasted until morning sickness kicked in two months later!)
• Oct 2012: And here I am living, in this beautiful old house, mom of three beautiful, fun, bright little babies. I feel like I have friends, am reading good books, have a great relationship with Jeremy, and in so many ways am at the prime of my life! Life just doesn't get much better than this.

So many wonderful things have happened in the last ten years. So much growth. So many faith building experiences. So many blessings. It is amazing to me to look back and see again and again how much Heavenly Father has guided me, blessed me, and helped me to grow. 

It is hard for me to believe that it has been only ten years, and at the same time, hard to believe it hasn't been longer. I feel I am at a cross roads, that I am leaving behind the characteristic phases of young adulthood--college, mission, young married years, first children. Ahead lies the "middle years." Growing children, a career for Jeremy, deepening friendships, "settling down," and the steady everyday tasks of motherhood. 

I wonder what is coming that I don't expect, can't anticipate. What challenges will come? Where will we live? What other little souls will come to our family? What hills and valleys await that are so far out of view? 

To be honest, I am grateful that life is always,endlessly, full of unknowns. So much of the last ten years was a surprise. Ten years ago I would have never guessed where I would have ended up.  I look forward to discovering what lies ahead, one day, on decision, one experience at a time.

happy little life

These are two of my favorite phone pictures of little Miss Virginia lately. Last week it was cool enough to pull out our jackets for about two days. We went to the farm and began decorating for Halloween in commemoration of such fall-like weather.

Then the temperatures jumped back up to the 80s. Plenty of time for really cold weather, however, so I'm not complaining.

My life these days is filled with lots of chubby cheeks to kiss (which I do often), family gatherings in perfectly spaced intervals (meaning they are frequent), and good books (I am addicted to my kindle and the fact that the Salt Lake Public Library has such a large collection).

I'm starting to get more sleep more consistently, which makes for a happy mama. And due to a treadmill purchase off KSL, I'm getting more exercise more consistently which makes for a doubly happy mama. Sleep, exercise, and a daily handful of chocolate chips makes everything in life better, don't you think?

I live a happy little life.


(ps remind me sometime to document for you the incredible variety (and intensity) of the wallpaper in this house. In the above picture you can sort of see the flavor of my bedroom. It tastes of broccoli!)