Elvis Is Watching!

What comes in a box, fits in the palm of your hand, and is Mom and Dad's new best friend? That would be our new elf, Elvis! The Ensign's came over tonight bearing gifts and our new, little buddy was one of them! He came with a book that told us about him.

We were instructed to immediately give him a name and place him on a shelf somewhere in the room. Then Elvis sits and quietly watches all day to see if the girls are being naughty or nice. The girls can talk to him and tell him wishes and secrets, but they must never touch him or he loses his magic. At night, after the whole family has gone to bed, Elvis magics himself out of our house and flies to the North Pole to give Santa the daily report on if we had good little children in our house. Then before everyone wakes up, Elvis magics himself back to our house and finds a new place to sit and watch for the day. When the kids wake up, they have to try to find his new spot! The girls kept telling each other before bed 'Listen to Mom, Elvis is watching!' I can tell already that Elvis and I will be dear friends!
We decided that maybe since Elvis is little, he is probably cousins with our leprechaun O'Malley, that visits our house on St. Patrick's day! We know one thing for certain though, we are so very happy Elvis came to our home and now will be spending Christmas with us every year!
Thank you Jonathan, Tracy, Connor, and Ansley!
We love you guys!

Come What May, and Love It

It's early. The house is dark and quiet. The rain is falling softly on the windows and I've been thinking. I've been thinking about how blessed I am. So much so that it brings tears to my eyes and it fills my heart so much that it feels like it's going to burst.

Yesterday Yahoo laid off 1,520 of it's employees. As I watched it on the news, I wondered if people realized what the lives were behind those numbers. Now I know, because Justin's job was a casualty of the cuts as well.

I've said it a million times and now I believe it more than ever, the Lord doesn't give us obstacles that we can't handle. He has the ability to make hard things, good things in our lives. I think Justin and I were both being prepared for this without even knowing it. Justin missed General Conference in October because he was traveling with work. So when the Conference Ensign came out, he has been pouring it over and reading it. One talk that he was particularly drawn to, and that he said he's read about nine times in the past few weeks was Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin's talk 'Come What May, and Love It'. He said "The way we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life." Everyone is faced with challenges in their life, but I think the real challenge is how we allow ourselves to react to them.

My little brother Jesse is finishing up his last week of full-time missionary service in South Texas right now. He has loved the work and he has loved his time spent as a missionary. I know coming home and starting a new phase in life will be different for him. So I wrote him a letter telling him not to be afraid of the unknown. I told him that the best time in our lives is something that continually evolves. The Lord's plan for us is happiness and it's always available to us if we seek it. Now it's time for me to hear that. Don't be scared of the unknown. The best time in our lives is the current moment if we allow it to be.

Soon after Justin told me the news yesterday, I went upstairs to change Lauryn's diaper. As I stood at her changing table I felt my eyes welling up with tears and my nose starting to stuff up. I was looking at Lauryn's face and she was just grinning ear to ear at me and kicking her legs and so happy. I was crying looking at her not because I was sad, but because I felt like the Lord was saying, I may have taken one thing away from you, but your family I have promised you forever with. That will never be taken away. And truly, that is what matters and I am humbled by that blessing and that promise.

Justin and I prayed together last night and we stayed up late talking, and both of us just feel at peace. And in a strange way, we feel like a burden has been lifted. We know if we humble ourselves and have faith in Him, the future He will lead us to will be an even better one than we ever could have planned for ourselves.

Burning 'Em Out

This is the happy face I love to see!

I would just like to preface this entry with the fact that I love Maryn's school and I love Maryn's teacher. Yesterday when Maryn got home from school I was looking through her folder at her homework. Yes, that's right folks, Kindergartners have to do homework too. Every night we having blending practice (Maryn has to read lists of words to me), we have to read two books together (which isn't a bad thing), and then on occasion there will be worksheets in addition to that. Yesterday, there was extra worksheets. Maryn's bus comes at 6:55am and she gets home at 2:30pm. That's a long day for a little five year old. Especially when they get very little recess and then to heap three homework assignments on top of that, there's just not a lot of time to be a kid. Yesterday it was too much, her brain was fried. She held her head in her hands and said "I'm just tired of doing all this boring work!" Lately she's been saying a lot that she misses Preschool because she actually had time to play there. I just think it's sad that right from the very beginning the school system puts so much pressure on these teachers to get these excellent test scores. Which translates to heavy workloads for these little kids. I'm all for smart kids, but not if it sucks the joy right out of learning.

When Maryn was starting Preschool, I was researching play-based curriculum versus educational based curriculum, and one study I read said that you can teach a three and four year old these more advanced educational concepts, but in the long run children who are exposed to heavy academics early on burn out on school more quickly than those children who were exposed to play-time, art and developing fine motor skills in the beginning. So it breaks my heart to see that right out of the chute Maryn is feeling that pressure. Her teacher has told me she is one of the smartest kids in the class. I know Maryn has great potential, so it concerns me seeing her feeling this way so early in the game. I remember fourth grade being the year I realized school became stricter. I think it's sad my kid now feels that way her very first year in the school system. Kindergarten now is what 1st and 2nd grade used to be. We were reading the Berenstain Bears book where Sister Bear goes to Kindergarten and there were toys and painting and clay... not anymore, that's Preschool stuff.

Luckily a week from today, we'll be leaving for Oregon where she'll get a good break, play with her cousins, play in the snow (hopefully!), drink hot chocolate and just get to enjoy being a little kid again!

Mutiny = Motivation

Okay, so as I was saying a few days ago, I've been feeling pretty unmotivated lately. My friend Hayley said I was in a funk, and well it was true. Today though, I found my cure in the most unlikely of ways. The girls were absolute turds today. Sorry, there's just not a better way to say it. Sassy, rude and defiant. On top of that, Justin is in Washington D.C., so it was my pleasure to wrangle my little darlings to church flying solo where they're supposed to well... not act like a pack of wild animals.

Now there's something you should know about me. I loathe blatant disrespect. Maryn and Brynna were especially feeling their oats and were dishing out extra helpings of it. They thought they were in control and calling the shots. Ahhh, silly little children. They were quickly reminded that Momma don't play that. So I left church, loaded their sassy pants in the car, and drove home.

When my kids totally cross the line, I use a little method that I learned from Dr. Phil about three years ago. (I don't watch him anymore, but just for this little tidbit, my viewing of him was worth it.) I took my ornery ones in the house and then I silently proceeded to remove every book, toy, picture, lovey and anything else in their room out. Then Brynna's mattress got hauled into the bonus room and they were left separated and with nothing. Cue the weeping and wailing. It may sound extreme, but for our kids it really works. Plus the added bonus is I don't have to yell one bit, the consequences speak for themself. The message to them is loud and clear, naughty choices mean total loss of privileges. The kids then have the opportunity to earn their things back with good behavior. Two lessons I want my kids to learn - naughtiness never was happiness - and every action has a price, good choices yield good rewards, bad choices... well bad ones!

Their closet is now a desolate testament to naughtiness.

I hauled everything into Lauryn's closet where it's in lock down!

After they got over the initial fit of losing their stuff they actually got really excited about good behavior so they could get their things back. Their good behavior after they apologized earned them the right to sleep in the same room tonight, which they were so happy about. (In our house only big girls get to share a room. If you don't act like a big girl, you sleep by yourself!)

Tomorrow, they can work on earning their loveys back, which they also are excited about. The silver lining of all this though, is that disciplining the kids made me get my behind in gear and start moving and organizing stuff. It feels SO GOOD to have their things back in order! The girls and I put up our new word of the week tonight, so hopefully practicing what I'm preaching to them will keep the motivation flowing!

I Love This Kid!

She's been busy with one of her new favorites... sticking out her tongue! So cute!

Calling All Moms

I find myself at the close of yet another day wondering where the heck it went. Life really has become a whirlwind. Lately I have found myself so unmotivated. It seems I always have a never ending list of things to do, yet I'm lucky to make it through the day completing just the basics. At first I thought it was because #3 entered the scene. Before Lauryn was born, I menu planned, I cooked great meals, I only went to the grocery store once a week with an anal retentively organized list, all my closets were organized, I never missed appointments. You get the idea... my life wasn't perfect, but I felt like I had a pretty good handle on it all. But now... sigh. The big wake up call though was, I realized that my current craziness isn't because of Lauryn. She is hands down the most easy-going, mellow kid around. I am beyond blessed to have such a good baby. So what's my deal? Granted I know taking care of her adds to my workload, but it's not like I'm pacing the floors with a crier or up all night with her. What is it that's keeping me from returning to my former, more organized self and getting my act together?

So here's a plea to all you moms out there, I know I'm not the only one to face the challenge of keeping a growing family running smoothly. So please tell me how as your family grew what worked for you. How did you stay organized? How did you stay on top of things? What was the one lifesaver that made things easier? Veteran moms, lay your knowledge on me! I'm feeling like I could use all the help I can get!

JACKPOT!!!

It's really no secret that Justin and I are big fans of some delicious vittles (...and my busy mom's diet of cold cereal and bagel bites the last couple of days has really left me hungry for REAL FOOD!) So just imagine my excitement when I wandered upon this little delight checking my friend Erin's blog! It's a blog that five sisters have dedicated solely to their delicious, tried and true recipes!

I am so excited!!!!

Okay, calm down, breathe, pant, whew... now I'm off to the grocery store for some ingredients, because tonight Fresh Alpine Potato Soup is calling my name!