Thursday, May 20, 2010

Heart Melters

Today was filled with great moments. Sometimes I think that every day is filled with similar moments, but I'm either to busy or too oblivious to notice. Today I noticed.

Lainah is my little shadow. She is 15 months old, and I love the sound of her "pitter-pattering" feet running as fast as her chubby little legs will carry her across our floors. Today I was hanging some pictures and wall decor, and she was being my big helper. She dumped out an entire box of nails just so she could hand me one. And when she handed me up that one nail with her beaming little face I just had to stop and give her hugs and kisses. I told her, "Love you!" like I always do, but she said something back. Today she said, "luvoo!" My heart melted.

Brooklynn loves to write. She loves it so much in fact, that she has started writing in Taylor's journal, and Rachel's journal and they are not appreciating that very much. This past weekend I had a Relief Society retreat and we stayed up all night at that awesome cabin doing such things as karaoke and crafts...and I happened to make this cute little notebook. It is all decorated with cute scrapbook paper, and silk flowers and beads and ribbon. I've had it in my room, wondering who to give it to...until today. Today I decided that Brooklynn needed to have a special journal of her very own to write in. So...I gave it to her. Her eyes got huge, and she was so excited that she immediately started drawing a picture in it to give to her teacher tomorrow. Tonight after I had everyone in bed I was cleaning the kitchen and Brooklynn came out. She came up and gave me a huge hug and kiss and said, "Thank you Mommy for making me my flower journal, I love it!" I loved the look in her eyes...I love knowing that in a small way, I made Brooklynn's day today.

While Rachey was at soccer practice, I was trying to hang a picture up over our stairs, and I couldn't reach high enough. My big 9 year old Taylor came over and said, "Mom, if you just let go of the wall, I can hold you up so you can reach." I was afraid to let go, but he said again, "Mom, just let go, I won't let you fall." Tonight I put my trust in my son and let go. He held me up, and he didn't let me fall.

While I was hanging the picture up with Taylor, I wasn't aware that Rachel had come into the kitchen and without being asked had started to unload the dishwasher for me. I came around the corner, and she smiled at me and said, "Hi Mama!" I'm always so behind on dishes and cleaning, it was huge to me that she would do that. All I could do was just give her a big hug.

What actually inspired this post was that just a few minutes ago, I heard voices downstairs and I thought that all the kids were asleep. So, I walked downstairs expecting to have to reprimand Tay and Matthew for being up and messing around. Instead, my heart just melted. I found my 9 year old son snuggled up with his 3 year old little brother on the sofa, reading a book together. It was a book about cars. Taylor was reading the words, and Matthew was supplying all of the sound effects. They didn't even notice me. So, I just quietly watched for a few moments to soak it all in, and then quietly came up to the kitchen to start typing on my laptop.

I know this is a sappy post...but my heart is full. I am so blessed to have these children in my home.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010


Today I was practicing a piece on the piano that I will be playing for the 4th grade choir when I realized that two of my fingernails were too long and were clicking on the keys. I couldn't concentrate after that and finally with a little "huff," stopped playing and decided to go straight into the bathroom and clip them off.

On my way into the bathroom, I noticed Lainah's blanket on the floor, so I picked it up, folded it, and hung it over the side of her crib. By the side of her crib was one of Brooklynn's shoes, so I picked it up and put it on her shoe shelf in her closet. On the floor of her closet, I noticed that the girls' hamper was overflowing, so I picked it up and took it down to the laundry room and sorted the clothes into the right bins. At that point, I decided that now was as good a time as any to start up a load of dark blues because that was the biggest pile and needed attention. While getting that load in, I noticed that the washer and dryer was really dusty with lint, so after getting the load started I took out a clorox wipe and wiped down the top of them both. While I was wiping things down, I decided to wipe off a few smudges on the laundry room walls. Several wipes later, I was at the top of the stairway, still holding the wipes container. With a sigh, I took the container back down to the laundry room and put it away. I then noticed the girls' hamper, and picked it up to put back upstairs in their closet. While making my way through the kitchen, I realized that I was really thirsty so I got a tall glass of water and sipped it down while looking out the back kitchen window. After finishing my drink, I continued on to the girls' room, put the hamper away and then went back to the living room. I sat back down to the piano and started practicing again.

What!?! That awful annoying "clicking" noise was still there!

Ahhh!!! I had forgotten to clip my nails.

With another "huff," I got back up and headed toward the bathroom.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Mother's Day 2010

Mother's Day gets better and better each year. I love my five children so much, they are each so precious. I'm amazed at how unique and individual my children are, and appreciate that with all of their unique qualities that our house is as a result filled with many different talents, interests, and abilities...not all of which harmonize all of the time. Motherhood has been an awesome challenge these past 9 1/2 years. When I think back to where I was just after having Taylor, and where I am now, it's humbling to see how through experience we truly do grow.

This year, I think my favorite part of Mother's Day was the morning. Andy and the kids made me breakfast in bed and let me sleep in, which never happens! When Andy brought in breakfast, the kids were all there, beaming and so proud and excited. Fifteen month old Lainah had help climbing onto the bed, and before I knew it, she was right at my side looking up at me waiting for a bite. Matthew also climbed up onto the bed, and then Brooklynn, and then at one point Rachel. They each wanted bites of my breakfast...which was soon gone. After we all ate "my" breakfast, we all went into the kitchen to make some more. What a great memory...eggs and toast and grape juice...and five kids...and one fabulous husband.