Happy 4th Birthday Roman!

                                                 

To celebrate Roman and Marquise's 4th birthday we went bowling.  On a Tuesday night.  At this point in our lives, weekends are so packed that it made sense for us. (my sister and I were planning in March, and every April weekend was spoken for)  It was so much fun that it got me thinking, we really should do more celebrating during the week.  Mr. Roman is 4.  He is such a cool cat, is that just a given for 3rd children?  He's got such an adorable Cheshire Cat smile.  He's always willing to return  a grin shot his way, but most often you'll find him serious-faced, and intent on taking in everything around him.  I have a feeling this will be such a huge year for him.  He tells David and I every week that he just "wants his own team".  I'm pretty sure he doesn't care what activity he plays, he's just ready to get out there.  Ready to cash in on his own after game snack and Gatorade.  While Roman is dying to be "bigger" ( he was pretty bummed to learn that this birthday wouldn't make him older than Zach :) I am loving simple days with my 4 year old.  Yesterday was so beautiful.  I took Poppy and Roman up to the sandbox and we built (and he smashed) hundreds of sandcastles.  Personally, that sort of thing is what I will enjoy most about this fourth year.  Love you Roman.

Easter

Poppy didn't really need the head start we gave her on our family egg hunt.  She ended up with a basket full of goodies mostly on her own...racing from egg to egg.  Like her older sister, she is excited by life.  One of my favorite things she is doing now is yelling "YAY!" whenever she senses something fun is about to happen. Waking up to easter baskets on Sunday, "YAY!"

Coming downstairs and seeing all the hard boiled eggs and dye cups 

(and trashbags covering the counters!), "YAY!"

She's a doll that little Poppy.

Ahhh, the best we could do.  After church, after the drive to my parents, and before the kids were allowed to take off their Easter Sunday best.  My expectations for snapshots have lowered considerably.  Are we all in the picture?  Perrrrrfect.

a new look

Kitchen time!  We are mostly finished with kitchen projects (still hunting for a light fixture for the breakfast nook..gotta finish some painting...)  But it feels so good to be here.  Good to be done with the crazy parts.

  I walk downstairs each morning and pinch myself.

Kitchen before (well, we had already refinished the floors)

I like the antique brass hardware, warms the space up.  Knobs on top, pulls on bottom.

It's a big process trying to decide exactly where you want to spend your money,

and your (husbands) time.

There were a few ideas that didn't make it pass the chopping block, but all in all, I am loving the changes we did make.

 This little nook to the left of the refrigerator is one of my favorite places.
It's my baking pantry in a cabinet (idea ala pinterest)

I keep most baking supplies here as opposed to in the pantry.

The drawer on the right is filled with baking spices, 

and the drawer on the left contains all those baking gadgets

(measuring cups and spoons, mixer attachments etc.)

Below are my baking pans and trays. 

Organizing in this fashion has really streamlined my process.

 I love this little area in a ridiculous way.

I love that it's something one could implement in any kitchen.

View from behind the island.

I soooo appreciate how quiet the dishwasher is :)

(anything that lowers the decibel level in this house is a friend of mine!)

There were decisions to save or splurge the whole way through.

The faucet was one place I spent a little more, and I don't regret it a bit.

It's front and center in the kitchen and to me, like jewelry.

We saved on hardware (clearance find!), backsplash, and doing most work ourselves, 

but the other splurge was probably the countertops and again...we are so happy with the result.

It's a white quartzite stone with beautiful veining.

Between my wonderful (but messy/destructive) children, and my own kitchen habits,

I appreciate that it is durable and performs like a granite. 

Also loving....that deep single basin sink.

 David ran a new gas line, and my cooking dreams came true.  It's as wonderful as I suspected.

 Most all of the changes we made were cosmetic.  One thing I always loved about this kitchen was the layout.  It functions so well and has pretty little corners (like the glass cabinets) that keep it interesting.

Like most good things the kitchen was a combination of preparation (saving up our pennies) and right-timing (how long I dreamed of my own home again) and a large dose of blessing.  I feel the blessing part every time I walk into the kitchen.  It's super fun to dream and scheme and then to make it/see it happen.  Lots of satisfaction in the process for sure!

Now it's on to other projects, like actually hanging something on a wall.

Baptism

This is surreal. 

It went through my mind each time I did something in preparation for Zachary's Baptism day.

Ordering his first quad-set with name lovingly engraved...

Emailing the program details...

Writing a little talk about the Gift of the Holy Ghost...

Shopping for a snazzy new church outfit (for him)...

The significance of the day was not lost on me.

It was simple and meaningful.

And most importantly, his choice.

(what I love most about being baptized at the age of 8)

While singing the opening hymn Baptism (again, his choice)

the most sweet spirit filled my heart.

There are few life experiences that actually, truly reach the designation of joyful, 

but this, 

this was one of them.

Guest Post from the Hubby

This is my first attempt to hijack my wife's blog and I hope I survive. 

It has been a three week long ordeal with the "sickness". Well I guess its been a week since the last incident, but it lasted for 3 weeks. My dear sweet wife that is already borderline sick at night because of the pregnancy could only offered up moral support from the other room as I bathed kids, cleaned sheets, and scrubbed the carpet and rugs.  I told her she better make me out to be the best dad and a beyond amazing husband. She has been doing a pretty darn good job so far. She found this video to show me. I guess in my mind if she feeling and is thinking these things about me than that is better than any "thank you" or "your the greatest" she could ever say. This post is not meant to be about me its to let the whole world know that my wife is amazing. She is the best friend anyone could ever have. She is my Eternal Companion and the mother of my children. I would be completely lost (shes not afraid to remind me of this) with out her. Every day I hope that I can find some way to reassure her of my love and commitment to her. 

David

He gets his skillz (and sweet follow through) from his momma.

His fans... preoccupied.

A few weeks ago Zachary got up in the middle of the night to use the restroom, only, instead of using his own, he walked into Dave's office and flipped the light, thereby waking David and I.  Of course, we were only awake for a second before we realized what was going on, and drifted back to sleep.  I remember (vaguely) the lights being turned back off, but it seemed much, much later.  One of those weird sleep tricks, I supposed.

The next morning David and I conferred.  It seemed to both of us that Zachary had been up for a long time.  Sure enough, a quick check on the computer's history revealed that Zach had been awake from 2:00- 3:30 am and had perused ESPN.com reading players stats and histories the entire time.  We were rolling with laughter at the 20+ names he had typed into the search bar in hopes of reading more about his favorite players.

One morning while making his bed I found a small notebook, flashlight and pencil. He had recorded page after page after page of what I am assuming are his fantasy teams.  Careful lists of teams, coaches, and players, names I know nothing about, filled the front and back of each sheet.

We are not a professional sports watching family.  Playing sports, sure, watching family play sports, absolutely.  But you won't ever find a game on our television (no cable = no espn).  I can't help but think that some of this is just in his genes (it's how I remember my little brothers...to...a...T...) and some of it is just this awesome stage he is in (think The Sandlot movie).  Either way, I'm a fan.

begin again

I've wanted to come back to this space for so long, exciting that today's the day.  More than once over this little break I've pulled up a picture or story from the blog to show or tell someone.  (Even my sister did the same.)  I miss recording those bits of life.

November and December were quite a doozy, mostly because I felt so horrible.  With each pregnancy I've experienced morning sickness to a greater degree.  I was so hoping to escape that pattern, but no such luck.  I'm 17 weeks, and due in June. (eee!) And, and, so happy to be feeling better.  It's made all the difference.  We are totally the crazy family that just moved into the neighborhood that has "all those kids".  Some friends jumping on the trampoline (before it met it's demise) said to Zach, "Your mom is having another baby!" It's ok, I'll gladly accept the title.  My perfectly biased opinion is that our children are wonderful, kind and talented...of course we hoped for more.  (But if you cornered me right this second I would tell you without skipping a beat...we're done thankyouverymuch).

And so, with that one little detail, I cut myself a whole lotta slack during the holidays.  It was the first year since we've been married I did not send out a Christmas card.  And in my dismal and hormonal state I was a total grump (that's phrasing it generously) during one particular family gathering (that we hosted) oops.  oh dear.

I want to just mention one other very poignant December experience.  I was able to attend the funeral for sweet Emilie Parker (her mother, a dear "Oregon girls" friend) who was killed in the Newtown shooting.  Her services in Utah, just days before Christmas, were absolutely beautiful.  It's the sort of thing I'm not really ready to describe other than to say that with both their silent and spoken testimonies I have been impacted by Alissa and Robbie in such a positive way that it leaves me wishing desperately (and quite impossibly) that I could just repay even a small portion.  They are continually in my prayers.

There is always more.                    
And that's why I'm happy to be back here again.
To keep, capture and record a little bit more.