Friday, October 30, 2009

When Syllables Multiply

Around our house some words sound a little different, such as:

                preg-a-nant (pregnant)

                              cell-o-phone (cell phone)

                                                 vibe-o-rator (vibrator)

I don't really have the heart to correct the little cuties--soon enough they'll be know-it-alls just like me and will be correcting my English. 

What funny things do your kids say?

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Ezra turned seven this month.  HOW did this happen?


As you can see, he had a really fun super-hero themed birthday party, the day after his birthday.  Here are his guests, as following:

Eliza as Ice Girl
Naomi as Super Dog
Aaron Jones as Iron Man
Ezra as Spiderman
Hugh Smith as Batman
Neti Scott as Batman
Gavin Holmberg as Superman
and
Sammy Binns as Himself!

I made a lightening bolt cake per Ezra's request, and it didn't turn out well enough for me to post pictures here!  His friends were extremely generous and Ezra got spoiled with legos, k'nex, a transformer, and hotwheels.  One of the cheaper presents there was from TJ and me, but hey, we hosted the party, right?  It was actually three Bakugans, which was exactly what he had been begging for all week.  He was adorable--the very picture of gratitude.  He thanked me for that present at least five times that night.  

Ezra also got much-anticipated packages from Nana Monnett and Grandma Dick, which he loved, and he enjoyed sharing rice krispy treats with his class on his birthday.  He spent a few days talking about how different it feels to be seven.  It feels different to me, too.  The fact that he'll be old enough to get baptized next year seems impossible.  I just can't believe that my baby boy is growing up so fast!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Friday, October 16, 2009

Dear Spring

This is such a hard letter to write, and I really hope you'll understand what I'm about to say.

I didn't mean for this to happen. The time we had together was magical.  But you've been gone for so long, and I've been seeing another season. It's been getting pretty serious. His name is Fall.








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Of course, nothing is final until you come back, but I thought it only right that you should know. I think I love him. I hope you can forgive me.

Sincerely,
Kari

Monday, October 12, 2009

We blessed Paul on Sunday. It was beautiful to hear the voice of my good, kind husband speaking on behalf of our Heavenly Father as he cradled that perfect child in his arms. Paul's life will be a blessing to so many people. It already is. I was grateful for the full force of family and friends there to witness and support the new life of our baby, and really, the spiritual journey of our family in general.

Afterward we hosted thirty or forty people at our house for TJ's fantastic enchiladas. I was especially grateful that Spencer and Georgia were there with their families. The love of a sibling is almost unsurpassed in my world. I'm so grateful to know that gatherings of this nature will characterize all the major events in our life together. My kids will be able to count on the friendship and support of a vast army of extended family, all of whom are rooting for them to walk true to the faith. What parent doesn't crave that kind of backup? Truly, the family is ordained of God.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Blog Shopping

This week I've discovered three new blogs I just had to share with you, thanks to Connie and Katie.

cakewrecks.blogspot.com
blog.cjanerun.com
nieniedialogues.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

What blogs do you love?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

We call Paul "the boss," because when his voice rings through our house, everything else in my life comes to a screeching halt. The kids think it's hilarious that such a small person has so much control over the woman who, otherwise, pretty much runs the universe.

But as I sit up late at night with him, I sense that he is so much more than a tiny dictator. He's royalty. That he would choose this home, this family, and this mother is awesome to me. That snuggled against me is his favorite place in the world, is an honor. And, as tired as I allegedly am, all my plans for a quick feeding and flight back to bed evaporate as he dozes on my chest. I run my face over and over the velvety softness of his and wonder at the honor that is mine. I just can't make myself put him down.