Please Do Not Disturb (take 2)

...unless you are seven and need your mommy's attention.

When I'm reading something I'm super excited about, I really don't do much else.
My home, husband and children would shout a mighty AMEN about that.

Yesterday, being a half day, there was a lot of time to fill between lunch and dinner.
I did the bare minimum when it came to helping with their homework and then my nose was back in the book.

They let me.

Bless their hearts.

While the bedtime routine was in full swing for the kiddos, I was still curled up with my book.

Suddenly...

this came F L Y I N G over the couch and landed next to me.



There was a note attached to it.

This is what it said...

Then the seven year old culprit came out from behind the couch and with the ENORMOUS wing span of a wanting child, swooped in and enveloped me in the sweetest hug ever.

I put my book down.

We said his prayers together.
Talked about second grade wonders while I scratched his back.
Exchanged loves and kisses umpteen times.

He was a sweet little disruption : )

Please Do Not Disturb...

...I'm reading.

birthday girl

Somewhere between all the crazy comings and goings of our July, this sweetheart turned 15.

Maddison Joy,  you know that haiku poem you have to write by Thursday?
I have one for you...

metamorphosis.
emerging, stretching, becoming
so beautifully.

Love you 17, Mom

friends you can count on

My life long friend Carrie and three of her kids come and visit us every summer.  And it doesn't matter if the weather forecast is 115 degrees.

I think they might be a little bit nuts!  Afterall - NOBODY else comes to visit this time of year.












Nuts. Crazy. KooKoo.
It really doesn't matter 'cuz they fit right in and we love having them hang out with us.

he just walked through the door with a bouquet in his hands...

He's a keeper.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

The kids began another year of school looking darn adorable and not even understanding that every year on every first day of school, my heart breaks a little and they take it with them.


 Maddison Joy
sophomore, counting down the days till she can get her license

Davis
6th grade, big man on campus

Cooper
2nd grade, feelin' like the big man on campus

Utah: The final chapter

The trip to Evanston paid off on Saturday night when we held our very own firework show.
Although I didn't get a picture of it, the mortar shell finale was quite spectacular!  I even thought we might have the local police squad come screeching around the corner to eliminate the illegal activity.

As always our 4th of July in Utah is my favorite place to be this time of year.

The miracle of forgiveness

I am still learning about forgiveness and figuring out how to let it heal parts of me.
I am inspired by this man.

Please pause my playlist.

Utah: Saturday morning/afternoon - 4th of July celebrations

We walked down to the parade and on our way passed my elementary school.
For memory's sake, I had to take a picture.
And here's a shout out to elementary school back when kindergarten was all about learning to play with friends and not about knowing how to add, subtract, multiply, divide and calculus too!



After a fun and taffy filled parade we went to a park in Layton to meet up with a wonderful bunch of people...
MY FAMILY!!
We had a little reunion (almost 50 of us) for my dad and his two sisters and all the family that comes with it.  We had a great time and it was wonderful to catch up, share hugs, laughter and yummy food.
You'd think I would have thought to take some pictures of us all together but I didn't. That makes me sad.
But I was taking pictures of my darling niece's darling daughters...

Maeci

 

Sophie

Utah: Friday

Friday dawned clear, bright and beautiful.

Today Brent and I put flowers on graves of two of the most wonderful women we knew...
our mothers.

It is hard to believe that we lost them only two years apart.
It is hard to believe we lost them to difficult and ugly diseases.
It is hard to believe that Maddison, Davis and Cooper will not have their physical love to grow up with.

But it is a beautiful thing to know that they are whole again and that Heavenly Father's plan is true and eternal.

Brent's mom is buried in Clinton, Utah.  My mom is buried up Logan Canyon in Mendon, along with her parents and other family.  It is a truly beautiful spot and sits right at the foot of the mountain.  Won't Resurrection morning be glorious for my mom!
Also in that cemetery is James G. Willie, Captain of the Willie Handcart Co.  If I go three generations past my Grandpa Stauffer's name (my mom's dad) on the pedigree chart, there is James G.  It is very humbling to know my ancestors paved a very brave and selfless path for me and my children.  We are lucky to have faith building pioneer heritage on Brent's side as well.  As a matter of fact, just a few generations down Joyce's line is the name Thomas Steed.  We have his journal entries of when he was asked by the prophet Brigham Young to go out and rescue the exhausted and desperate people in the Willie Handcart Co.
It makes my heart very happy to know that Brent and I have a story that connects one hundred and thirty five years before our marriage in 1991.
I'm sure that since their meeting in heaven eight months ago, mom and Joyce have chatted and laughed and hugged about it too.

And it's all bound together forever because of these beautiful edifices that dot the earth.
We sat in the cool shade of the Logan temple today and felt gratitude for many, many blessings.

We enjoyed an ice cream on Utah State's campus.  I ordered a Carmel Cashew, just like I said I would so that I could make a fair and completely unbiased judgement. 

Both had large pieces of yummy cashews and a good amount to boot. This is VERY important to me.  If you claim to have something in your ice cream, I want to see it and sink my teeth into it.  Often ice cream will say they have chucks of this or that or swirled with this or the other, only to discover that it's just tiny flakes or fragments of whatever they are claiming and you taste it once or twice in a scoop.  Such disappointment!!  Anyway, I digress...
The pieces were often whole or complete halves of this creamy nut.  A hint of salt was perfect.
That is where the similarities end.
The ice cream itself at the Aggie parlor was carmel flavor.  It was okay but the texture was not real smooth and a bit icy.  The ice cream under the Y was vanilla with gobs of carmel-ly (I'm making up words here) goodness mixed in.
Gobs of goodness!  I like the way I said that.
And the texture was smooth and creamy.  No icy bits.  And the generous amount of chunky cashews put it over the top.  And now excuse me while I get in the car and make a quick drive to the Creamery on Ninth for a scrumptious scoop of Carmel Cashew ice cream.  Back in a flash...
I wish.

We ended the day with a stop for dinner at Maddox.  I've posted about this lovely place before.  After all, it is the home of the world's finest beef.  That's gotta put a smile on your face.

This time we took the kids.  It was a first for them.  It was so fun to see them enjoy REALLY good food.  The fluffy, dreamy rolls kept everyone happy while we waited for our dinner.  Maddie surprised me by diving into a bowl of creamy, dreamy clam chowder.  And I had their spicy, dreamy fresh shrimp and crab appetizer.  Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm.  My mouth is watering thinking of that horseradish cocktail sauce.
Succulent, dreamy prime rib for Brent and my Dad.
Juicy, dreamy hamburger for Davis.
Crunchy, dreamy fried chicken for Cooper.
Melt in your mouth, dreamy filet mignon for Maddie and myself.

Friday was a FABULOUS day in Utah.

I interrupt my Utah updates with this great commercial...

remember to pause my playlist music!!

Utah: Wednesday and Thursday

Brent loaded up the truck for a boy's road trip.

Grandpa Brown, Davis, Cooper and our nephew Burk took a drive up to Evanston.

Contraband was all they had on their minds.

I honestly feel that Porter's should rethink their sign...

Those two headliners are bad enough on their own but together???  Come on people!

Soon bags were filled and smiles couldn't get any bigger so they headed back.
My boys were very excited to do a quick show and tell.
And I heard something in all the hubb-bubb about getting a mystery firework for free because they spent X amount of money.
Oh wow!  I could hardly wait for that.

The boys were set and counting down the days until the firework show.

I was dealing with a kidney stone. 
Dang kidney filled with stones!!

Utah: Tuesday 10:30 p.m. to Wednesday 3:00 a.m. AKA: The Eclipse premiere

It's fun to pretend that I'm young and giddy with excitment like these two darling girls.
Afterall it was nearly midnight and we were standing in line to see Eclipse!

Back up 43 years.

I was born.

Six weeks later Carrie was born.

We lived next door to one another and grew up best friends.

And as the story goes,

Carrie got married.

I got married.

And seven weeks apart Maddison and Hannah were born.



And although Carrie and I were standing in line for different reasons than Maddison and Hannah...

...it was lots of fun to share it with our girls!

Utah: Monday (part 2)

Our next destination...Howard Manor.



Why is it that part of Heavenly Father's plan is to meet a wonderful family, become great friends, celebrate holidays and BYU victories together, borrow sugar or eggs, lend paper, tape, markers, glue sticks, doorbell ditch Valentine cards, hang out on the driveway letting the children play for hours and even joining one of their children throwing up in the kitchen sink...just to have them move away and take a piece of your heart with them???

Oh yeah, I think it has something to do with totally understanding the principle of tasting the bitter to savor the sweet.
And savor we do!

You might remember this beautiful sobbing child.  Well, now he is a handsome little man and this "i-wanna-munch-those-chubby-cheeks-and-fall-into-those-pools-of-chocolate-you-call-eyes"  bundle has taken the spot of baby of the family.  Goodness.  They make 'em gorgeous, don't they!

We lingered over dinner and of course we fought over who got to buy.  That's what good friends do.
Brent won out this time but next time, because there will be one, it's on the Howards.

We drove away waving and shouting our good-byes until we could see them no more.  And my heart was stinging with the bitter but so grateful for the sweet.

Utah: Monday (part 1)

I think the gorgeous skies were welcoming us.

First stop...BYU.  This included lunch at Legends Grille. Please treat yourself to the San Francisco Melt with tender beef brisket and chipotle mayo. Oh! My!  And we stopped at Legacy Hall to touch Brent's plaque. It's good luck you know! A visit to the bookstore to stock up on new "GO COUGARS!" paraphernalia is something we all look forward to. Even when Brent walks out with his pockets turned inside out, he's positive it was money well spent : )

Davis is working on a handful of merit badges this summer so to fulfill a requirement for the Art Merit Badge we stopped at the BYU Art Museum.  It was beautiful.  Although we all agreed we had no idea what the artist of the huge piece at the entrance of the display was trying to say.  Oh well!  That is bound to happen at most art museums.  I did take pictures of the sculptures made from farm sprinkler equipment.  I guess my dad being a QA Engineer for a sprinkler company "spoke" to me.  Cool stuff!

 We made sure we left enough room for a treat at the one and only...

I had the Carmel Cashew on a yummy crunchy sugar cone with the intent of conducting a taste test with the same flavor at the Aggies Ice Creamery.

Results to follow on my "Friday" post : )

I have two favorite holidays...this is one of them!

Jet fly overs and fireworks just make my heart happy.

growing can be a pain in the mouth...

Cooper has a loose tooth.
A very loose tooth.
It wobbles back and forth to the point of laying horizontal in his mouth.
The little bugger will not come out.
Cooper has tugged.
Brent has pulled.

(all words in caps meant to be said with great emphasis)
This afternoon he said to me
"Whenever I eat ANYTHING, it hurts SO bad!"
I'm so sorry honey, I reply.
"This means I can't eat a HOTDOG EVER again!"
I understand how deeply he means this as his passion for food right now is hotdogs.
Poor guy.
Tucking him in bed tonight he said
"I'm going to pray that my tooth falls out tomorrow."
I think that's a great idea, I reply.
Ten minutes after placing the umpteenth kiss on his forehead he comes to find me.
"It just hurts TOO much Mom.  Now my HEAD hurts and everything."
Let's get some medicine, I reply.
I tuck and kiss some more and then
"I prayed five times that my tooth will fall out.  I threw some other stuff in there too but mostly just my tooth."

I would love to see the smile on Heavenly Father's face when he hears the prayers of a seven year old boy that has a very loose tooth and loves hotdogs.

this way he can one day prove to his own kids that he used to terrorize the playground...

The Responsibility Center at our elementary school is basically the detention cell for the unruly kids.  Having worked at the school for the past five months, I know well the little ruffians that spend time there.  BTW, the dictionary states a ruffian is "a tough, lawless person; roughneck; bully".

One month before the last day of school I walked into the school to help educate and uplift the future generation under my stewardship.  Suzy (keeper of the ruffians) handed me three pieces of paper as seen below.  She said something like "you're not going to believe this" with an apologetic tone in her voice.

My son had received a note to report to the Responsibility Center that morning.
Yeah, that's right...my son Davis.

Suzy explained that the reporting adult said that Davis was much too big of a kid to be putting smaller boys in headlocks.  I'm not denying the truth of that statement.  But I'm also saying that a particular pesky smaller boy that is always interfering should return a ball when asked instead of threatening to kick it away.  He's lucky Davis got a hold of him and not some ruffian.

And as a staff employee at our elementary school can I just say that I put out PLENTY of fires without sending kids to the RC.  Especially the tiny little fires that involve great kids.  How hard would it have been to say "Hey Davis, you're too big too handle other kids that way.  Keep your hands off."
Uh yeah...Davis gets it. He does not fall under the category of ruffian.

The pesky smaller boy was not hurt.
But the heart of my big boy was.

But with a little time and a father who has a great sense of humor when it come to stuff like this...
it's a joke in our family now to see if Cooper can stay out of the RC longer than Davis.
And this paper work will serve him well in the future.  It makes him look tough!!

a very good day...

Our Memorial Day was good. 

Us and the kiddos.

Enjoying a trip to the movies.

Enjoying the "still a bit too cold for me but not for the polar bears living with us" pool.

Enjoying some yummy BBQ on the patio.

Enjoying splendid homemade icecream.

Mostly...

enjoying each other.

And my big brother put flowers on my mom's grave.

I'm looking forward to placing flowers of my own when we visit soon.

I think Pioneer Woman's Photography post "Coming Home" is a wonderful start to remembering.
I honestly think this is a perfect way to celebrate such a day.

Remembering is powerful.

what TRADITION tastes like...

because four generations (at least) of hand cranked ice cream doesn't lie.

he comes by it honestly...

    Cooper's Little League season is over for now.                  

  

If there ever was a boy who would play night after night,
practice day after day,
and do it with a huge grin on his face all year long...
it would be Coop.

But then he is his father's son...