Not a great picture of me!!!
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Our Friends Cabin...
This past weekend we were invited to stay at our friends, Nate and Liz (across the street from us) cabin up above Oakly, 2 other families were invited as well (The Bastians and The Wrights) who live just down the street from us. We had a great time playing games riding 4-wheelers, we even saw a bear at the next cabin over trying to find food. It snowed a little bit but was pretty good weather all in all! Thanks for the invite Nate and Liz!!
Not a great picture of me!!!
Not a great picture of me!!! Thursday, May 20, 2010
Bella's Room
Well I finally finished Bella'a room, it turned out really cute! I found at the dollar store (of all places) these wall decor stickers that were the exact colors I needed for her room to make a border, they just stick on individually. Well not really thinking about it, I put Bella down for a nap and sometimes she does not go right to sleep. I could hear some scratching on the wall and decided to see what was up, I opened the door to see that Bella had ripped off the border next to her bed and stuck to her head....I screamed BELLA! of course I scared her but she just looked at me like 'WHAT'! Well thank goodness I had extras (being only a dollar for a roll) and was able to replace the ones she ripped off. From now on when I put her down for a nap I have to move the bed away from the wall, but I love her!
What a stinker!
Monday, May 17, 2010
Happy Birthday Jill!
My sister Jill and her family came up to stay last weekend for Jay's (her husband) parents 50th wedding anniversary party, it was also Jills birthday so we had a little party for her.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JILL!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JILL!
Mothers Day...
My parents came up to visit for Mothers Day, that Saturday morning my mom mentioned how she had been having a horrible side pain since the day before, and that it kept her up all night. Well Steve and I told her she needed to go to the hospital because it sounded like appendicitis because Steve had had his removed, well sure enough it was and she had it removed Saturday night (what a great Mothers Day huh!). The surgery went so well they released her the next day (Sunday) and she was able to be here for Mothers Day dinner. We had my parents, Steve's Mom, his brother Gary and his family, and my sister Brittani and her family came up from Manti for dinner. Steve made dutch oven pork ribs, they were sooo YUMMY! For Mothers Day Steve gave me the most beautiful flowers and built me some shelves for my craft room downstairs, he is so amazing there is not anything he can't do! After dinner all the guys played dodge ball in the back, it was fun watching them get nailed!
Mom resting on the couch
Yummy Dinner!
Abby, Bella and Maddie
Bella and Tyler
Kissing cousins....
All the men cleaning the kitchen, LOVE IT!
My shelves Steve built
Kelsey was out of school and was unable to make anything for her mom for Mothers Day, so we made a flower arrangement for.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Happy Mothers Day!
I am so grateful I get to celebrate it. I love being a mother, even with all it's frustrations sometimes it is well worth it! Steve's cousin (Dixie Mills) sent this story to me called "Invisible Mother", that I loved and wanted to share it with other mothers;
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
Some days I'm a crystal ball; 'Where's my other sock?, Where's my phone?, What's for dinner?'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history , music and literature -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devoured - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he’d say, 'You're gonna love it there...'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know... I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.
This is beautiful and makes a ton of sense.
To all the wonderful mothers out there!!.
Invisible Mother.....
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible.. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this??
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
Some days I'm a crystal ball; 'Where's my other sock?, Where's my phone?, What's for dinner?'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history , music and literature -but now, they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!?
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devoured - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. 2) These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof, No one will ever see it. And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, he’d say, 'You're gonna love it there...'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.
Great Job, MOM!
Share this with all the Invisible Moms you know... I just did.
The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.
This is beautiful and makes a ton of sense.
To all the wonderful mothers out there!!.
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