Saturday, April 25, 2009

Belated post

We had a wonderful Easter and thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful weather. We spent the evening at my Grandpa and Grandma Mallonee's house with all my mom's family. That morning the girls got to wear their new Easter dresses and I dolled them up a little extra for church. Alexa was feeling so pretty and asked me, "Mommy, do you think the other kids at church will laugh at me?" Our conversation went something like this:
Me: "Why would the kids laugh at you?"
Alexa: "Because I look so pretty"
Me: "The kids won't laugh at you because you look so pretty"
Alexa: "But Mommy, some of the kids might be jealous because they aren't as pretty as I am"
I am so happy that I have a little girl with such high self-esteem! I wish I could bottle it up and give her a little bit each time she needs it as she grows up.
Alexa and Grace had so much fun during the Easter egg hunt (who wouldn't when there are 100 jelly bean-filled eggs to be found by three little kids!)
On April 17th Alexa and Grace had a piano recital at Summerhay's Music Center with Phillip's piano studio. Alexa played "Hopscotch" and Grace played "My Dog Spike", both by Hal Leonard. They both did such a good job and I was so proud of them! This was Alexa's second recital and Grace's first. Grace was so cute when she announced her piece because she said, "My name is Gwace and I will play 'My Dog Spike' by Hal Lenowde".
Phillip ran the Salt Lake City Half-Marathon on the 18th, along with Suzanne, Lindsey, and my father-in-law Donnie. I love when Phillip runs these races because it is so fun for my sisters and me to find places along the route to cheer him on. I waited too long to go to the finish line after cheering him on and I literally plowed over some people just in time to see him run up the chute. I was so proud of him and probably made some woman go deaf from screaming in her ear! This was Suzanne's first race and she did such a good job, finishing 61 seconds past her goal time. This race motivated Lindsey to run a full marathon in a couple months, and was a good race for Donnie to hang his shoes up after. I am so proud of them all for running so well!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

A beautiful poem

My sister, Suzie, gave me this poem and I think it is just beautiful.

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, Michelangelo's David, The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After several months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there has been a change in the flight plan. They have landed in Holland, and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's a different place than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you have been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say: "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That is what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you did not get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things... about Holland.