Tuesday, September 30, 2014


I stopped reading some time this summer. I'm not sure if I can ever start again. It's so much easier and brain numbing to watch Netflix.

Book group started up again, I'm thankfully no longer in charge. But I attended and have the book starring at me, tauting me to stay illiterate for the rest of my life.

Friday, September 26, 2014

Like Rolls

A few years ago I was in an informal class about how to bake rolls. The teacher told us you need to place the rolls together "so they can grow up together". I thought this was humorous, but I doubt anyone else did, because there was no laughing. The idea that rolls grow up together, like people. I know what she was talking about, if the rolls aren't close they will just expand out instead of raise and get fluffy. But I still laugh about the rolls growing up together.
I am terrible at baking bread and normally only my husband bakes yeast things except at thanksgiving when I make homemade white crescent rolls. But I often tell my husband make sure the rolls are close together so they can grow up together. A few Sundays ago I said so they can grow up together just like children. He looked at me skeptically.  So I said children and rolls are the same they turn out better when they grow up together.
Maybe that is the reason I have 6 people in my house and only three bedrooms. I tell myself that when no matter what baby is my daughter's roommate she wakes them up after they go to bed. Its only a mild consolation prize. The only thing worse than her waking up a baby every night is the idea of showing a house with four young children. I can barely get the dishes done with a clingy two year old and a clingy 8 month old.

Thursday, September 25, 2014


For many years I always thought I would have a son and two daughters. Instead I have three sons and one daughter. Never for the life of me did I ever think I would have three sons. Serious never, never as a child, a young adult, an adult, never ever did I think I would have three sons. 
I found out number 4 was a boy at 13 weeks. I didn't even know I had an ultrasound scheduled, it was clearly a boy before the technician told me. You know I already had two. I left the doctor's office and then stopped by my husband's work on the way home. I told him and showed him the ultrasound, then I kissed him good bye and drove off. I cried driving home, three boys?! 
It took me a while to come around to life, but now any time I spend time with my two baby boys, which is every day, I thank my lucky stars I have three boys. Three boys is wonderful. I have five brothers so I feel more comfortable around little boys than little girls. Three boys is really quite swell. Occasionally I morn that I'm not buying toddler girl clothes anymore, but mostly I've accepted it. I would much rather read books about trucks and diggers, play trains and make car noises than buy toddler girl clothes. 

A few weeks ago I met a mom in kindergarten who has three sons and no girls. She said well now you can give Nan a really big wedding. I tried to hide my skeptical expression, that is her number one complain about not having a daughter no wedding to plan? In fact I had thought about it before she mentioned it, I often thank my lucky stars I only have one wedding. I was thinking how hopefully Nan cares about her wedding, since I didn't care much about mine, who would plan it if neither of us care. 

Sometimes I wish I dressed my boys 18 months apart in matching clothes. I think it would be adorable, except I don't buy baby clothes. Thankfully almost all our clothes are handme down from some previously well dressed boys. By the time I have to buy them clothes it won't be adorable to be matching... 
Did I ever mention on my blog that my grandma passed away? It was back in the end of May.
I just thought I should post this picture on my blog for memorial sake.
It was nice to see family, siblings, cousins, etc

Thursday, September 18, 2014


Have you seen this article? Science Shows Writers Have a Serious Advantage Over the Rest of Us
No matter the quality of your prose, the act of writing itself leads to strong physical and mental health benefits, like long-term improvements in mood, stress levels and depressive symptoms. In a 2005 study on the emotional and physical health benefits of expressive writing, researchers found that just 15 to 20 minutes of writing three to five times over the course of the four-month study was enough to make a difference. 

You don't have to be a serious novelist or constantly reflecting on your life's most traumatic moments to get these great benefits. Even blogging or journaling is enough to see results. One study found that blogging might trigger dopamine release, similar to the effect from running or listening to music. 

I found all this interesting because I started blogging again when I was depressed. I think I've mentioned this but blogging seems so 2007. Unless people are making money at it no one blogs anymore, because facebook is easier and we are all lazy.


I'm pretty sure the whole world is obsessed with newborns. The younger the better everyone says, the smaller the better. The ohs and ahs, the look how tiny they are, can I see them? And I'm silent.
Then Brent and I are over here counting the seconds until they're skin stops flaking off, until they stop being floppy and start holding the head up, stop looking like a swished newborn.
Everyone is oh and ah-ing, while Brent and I are over here in the background growling at the toddler that everyone has forgotten about hoping the toddler will laugh at us.
The best part of not being a newborn person is I married a not a newborn person.
It almost makes me feel guilty I'm not a newborn person until I hang out with my best friend.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014


I've always thought of my husband as the restless soul in the marriage, not me.  Then we lived somewhere for 3 and half years.  Holy moly, its weird. The longest we ever lived anywhere before this was 20 months. Turns out its not "restless and not restless", its restless and the girl that can keep up with him. The real kicker for me was when my Relief Society President said we need you in the presidency because you have been in the ward so long and can tell us things we don't know. I thought what? I'm an oldtimer just because I lived here for three years!

It reminds of when my grandma told me Brent and I should have wings because we are always going somewhere.

Even though we are both restless we aren't moving, Brent likes his job, he has a 12 minute commute, and our kids are a great school.