Ty's had a cast for 5 weeks now. I think when he broke his arm I thought, it's really not a big deal..kids break their arms everyday....at some point everybody has to break a bone....it could be so much worse...it's a right of passage....how exciting to go to the emergency room...
While all of those statments are true, I've come to realize that breaking your arm is a slighly bigger challenge than I'd thought, and this kids learning to endured it well.
He's been really sullen and moody lately. It was driving me crazy until I slowly realized this is REALLY hard for him. He's experiencing a trial in life and I needed to show more compassion!
This quote hangs on the wall in our family room. We kneel to pray right below it each morning. One morning I looked up and thought, "I'm so grateful for our abilities to do hard things, and even more grateful that we don't have to do them alone. I'm grateful that over the last couple week Ty and I have had some good talks about attitude during trials and turning to our Heavenly Father for strength and help when things are rough. I can see that he's trying to do just that, and I'm proud of him.
Tomorrow morning we go in to get a shorter cast. We're hoping it will make things easier, but if not, I know he can endure because we can all do hard things....especially when you know where to go for help.
Love my boy and life lessons.
with no place to go.
Ever since we got home from St. George, well over a month ago, cute Tatum has been packed for a return trip. It's true. Her Lala loopsy suit case is already chuck full of her most treasured toys and trinkets to take back to St. George. We've despratley been trying to expain that we're not going to St. George for another year....but she doesn't seem to mind. However long the wait she insists on being packed and ready. Mind you her very most favorite toys are in her bag and she refuses to play with them because they, "need to be packed for St. George!"
The other day I happend upon her little suit case and decided to empty it..... thinking she wouldn't notice once all her toys were back in their rightful homes. Boy was I wrong! She freaked out and gathered all her "favorites" right back into her little pink bag.
life is good,
I think this is the first picture I've had taken of me in roughly 8 months, with the exception of a few pictures in the hospital the day this handsome guy was born. Sad, but true. Not one picture of me pregnant that I can find, and no other pictures of me with my kids or Mitt in the two months he's been alive. That alone makes it Blog Worthy....for posterity's sake!
P.S. this is only the case because I rarely, like never, allow my picture to be taken... and that folks is what needs to change:)
Right now I'm simply trying to Love every bit of her littleness.... she will be grown up far to soon.
I sure love this "super-hero" kid,
I sure love her right now.
I Love him right now,
Last week was tricky. I went from having a newborn who was cheerful and content to fussy and irritable over night. My stress level slowly began to rise as the week went on and It became apparent I had over scheduled myself with both commitments and self inflicted expectations. One afternoon as I was headed down the road of self pity when I had several phone conversations that were enlightening...
I spoke with a loved one whose husband will soon be unemployed and is in the process of interviewing for a new job. She's facing the decision to move her family across several states, has four very young children including a new baby and her water heater had gone out. At the time of our conversation she was about to boil water to wash dishes and take all her children to a neighbors home to bath. WoW!
Next I spoke with a dear friend who also has a brand new little one as well as a teenager. She expressed the joys and hardships of being the mom of many children spanning a larger age gap. Homework and hormones, busy schedules and never a dull moment from sun up to sun down.
and lastly, a friend who was near labor with her 10th child and has a husband who works all week out of state. She was simply hoping he would make it home in time!
As I got off the phone with all three women, nearly right in a row, I no longer wanted to feel bad for myself. In fact I had a very distinct thought enter my mind, "you have a great capacity." The thought stayed with me all day, and I went to work.
I'm overwhelmed with the capacity we have as human beings to do hard things. There are examples all around me of people exercising their individual capacity to accomplish or conquer on a daily basis. I can do a fussy baby. I can use my capacity to learn and research why a baby might be fussy. I can stop eating certain foods, I can still be cheerful and helpful to my other family members. I can slow down. I can still make dinner while holding a baby....we all can. I believe we are children of God, who have the capacity to do ALL things we are presented with. I'm so grateful for that knowledge.
After a rough weekend of very little sleep, lots of research, 50 explosive green Poop diapers, lots of crying, and me eating no dairy .....we had a yellow poop this morning, and that yellow poop is making all the difference!
Go forth and exercise your capacity to do whatever comes your way......