Tuesday, December 27, 2011


This evening I sewed a cord cover for a lamp hanging in my family room. I put my sewing needle in a drawer of the tv armoir where I've been keeping my sewing stuff (I was hiding the quilt the girls and I made for Phillip there). This is the same drawer we keep our wii games and remotes. The spirit told me not to put it there since that drawer gets used so much, but I ignored the prompting since I was in a hurry. An hour later Alexa was getting ready to play the wii, the needle fell out, and she stepped on it. It broke in her foot and she spent a painful hour and a half at the doctor's office while he dug the broken piece out. What a way for me to learn a lesson! Why couldn't it be me who stepped on it?! Better yet, why didn't I listen to the prompting of the Holy Ghost. Ugh.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011


I'm letting Sophie pick Cheerios off the floor and eat them while I work on Christmas gifts, and she is very happy. Does that make me a bad mom, or a mom with wisdom under her belt?

Which child...?

My grandma cut this article out of the newspaper and gave it to me today.

(Be sure to read both pages)

I read it and felt a wave of many different emotions in a very short period of time.
I felt angry, appalled, reminiscent, sad, and then grateful.
I will never forget the day, just before Christmas in 2004, when Phillip and I sat in the doctor's office and we were told our precious little girl would be born with
Spina Bifida.
 As if that isn't enough to bear, I will never forget the moments following when the genetic counselor asked if we wanted to continue with the pregnancy.
Of course we would!
And we would give birth to our child and love her with everything we have, treat her with all the kindness and love that we treated our other daughter, and give her the best life possible.

It saddens me, and frightens me, that a woman can take a "simple blood test" and decide that her unborn child isn't perfect enough for her, then end that child's life before it even began! I appreciate the question this article poses...
"What is the definition of a disabled child?...The one who cannot love or the one who cannot perform calculus?"

I am grateful every day for my "disabled" child.
So what if she doesn't read as well as the school says she should?
So what if it takes her longer to do her schoolwork?
So what if she has to turn her head in strange positions to see clearly?
So what if she gets a little emotional at recess because she didn't have a chance to tell her sister that she loves her?

 Her capacity to love and forgive is far greater than I could ever hope to have. Thank you, Grace, for teaching me the important things in life.

I love you, my special child

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Forever and Ever

Adelle: "Mommy, I love you. I will love you forever and ever, all my life."

Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Grace: "9+9?! Are you kidding me?! I only have 10 fingers!"
Alexa: "Grace, it's ok. You can use mine."

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Bedtime Stories

This is the book Adelle has been taking to bed with her the past few nights. How many three year olds choose that for their bedtime story?! This is the same three year old who told her Grandma that Daddy was Santa Claus! Oh how I love this spunky little girl!

Friday, December 2, 2011

I'm a Grandma!

Adelle "gave birth" to two babies a couple nights ago. They looked remarkably like my heating pads. She had a boy named Cutie and a girl named Rainbow. As if that isn't sweet enough, she laid each of them on her chest after they "came out" and patted their little backs. What a little angel!