Boys 13th Birthday!

 

My twin preemie boys- Ethan & Jonah- turned thirteen a few weeks ago. I distinctly remember being in the hospital and not knowing whether they were going to make it. 

I imagined Jonah as a strong boy, double digits old, playing with his friends, laughing and chatting. And here he is.

I imagined Ethan- who was the healthier of the two and easier to imagine- a boy equally strong and healthy, noble and good. And here he is.

They are healthy and strong and make my heart leap with joy when we celebrate these milestones. Happy 13th, boys, and here’s to many many more!

***Five more years and both of these boys will be on a mission for the LDS Church. How crazy is that?!

I’ve Decided…

It’s been four months since I’ve started this blog and I’ve decided that I want this blog to be about Motherhood: the good, and the bad. There are a lot of good blogs about motherhood out there. Here I tell stories. I post pictures. You get a snapshot of life. How it really is- not the unicorn stylized version. The real, low down, ugly, messy, unicorn poop version of life. Life is messy. It just is. And I want to share it with you. All of it. Even the beautiful, messy parts of it. The Unicorn poop. 


Last night, like every Monday night, we had family night. Not able to think of anything creative, we turned on one of our favorite tv shows- Random Acts– and had treats.

Now, my three year old Declan does not hold his sugar very well. You give him a scoop of ice cream and he’s up until 9:30 or 10 pm. 

Well, last night was a doozy for him! Think a drunk toddler- high on sugar. Mom (me!) let him have 3 (!) red vines and 2 chocolate chip cookies. Oh, boy!

The hubs and I finished watching a movie (the BFG- it was so good) and by the time we came upstairs at 10:20 pm, the lights were on, his big brother Ethan was asleep and Declan was just having a party! He was playing with cars and bouncing them off the bed. His binky was thrown overboard (yes, he still has one). It was a party! No sleeping!

Now, he was sad to have the lights turned out and I ended up falling asleep on his floor to comfort him and waking up at 11:20 pm with carpet marks on my face to prove it. 

Not my most favorite way to end the night. My favorite way is cuddling in bed. With my husband. The warm covers pulled up tight- I mean, loose!- pulled up loosely around us.

Unicorn poop cookies from Bethany Robinson Lee.

But, hey, even Unicorns poop. Sometimes.

Young Living’s Global Headquarters Groundbreaking

On Monday I was privledged to attend the Groundbreaking of Young Living’s new Global Headquarters in Lehi, Utah.

My absolute top 3 favorite highlights were:

1) Hearing Gary and Mary Young speak and their two sons Jospeh and Jacob.

     Gary- decked out in a red cowboy hat and matching boots spoke of his vision of this building twenty years ago. He said he never created a product for profit but for purpose. 

Mary spoke of how Gary is always very confidant of his dreams- even though they didn’t seem possible. Joseph and Jacob spoke of how Young Living is all they’ve known but they love it and they are grateful for the experiences they’ve had. 

Before Gary spoke his ten year old son Jacob was hanging on his neck lovingly. And this is a co-owner of a large company. Such a cute family to watch! I am proud to be a part of such a high quality, family friendly company.

2) The NingXia Red toast. This Gogi berry juice was passed to everyone and we toasted to the ground breaking of this soon to be 238,000 sq ft building with a waterfall, a 1,000 person amphitheater and a restaurant for outside guests. It will take a year and a half to build.

(This is not the same location, but it is very similar)

3) The location. Nestled in a large field, next to snow capped mountains- the scene is quiet and serene, peaceful and calm
I’m thrilled for this company and the growth and success that they’ve achieved! And I look forward to the future with hope and excitement!

When Babies Grow Up

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This morning, I looked at my growing three year old and missed that baby stage. You know: cradling a small, warm baby in the crook of your arm with that newborn smell and the sweet spirit about them.

And I realized he will probably be my last. My last baby.

-pause-

I don’t want to pamper him or spoil him- ┬áalthough I already do.

I DO want to cherish him, and enjoy him- play cars on the ground with, jump on one foot across the hall and back again, dip cookies in milk and make sure I soak up all those little moments.

Before he grows up.

And becomes a BIG KID.

Like his brothers and sister.