Friday, December 18, 2009

Holly Jolly

Merry Christmas to you and yours!!!



(There was only one reason I included this picture. Even you readers who love B's long hair must agree that the time has come to bid farewell to the lovely locks. Right?!?!?! He wants a mullet. "Because it's business in front and a party in the back!!"--his words. Heaven help us all. PLEASE click on picture to enlarge for full effect before posting opinions.)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

I'm all itchy and stuff

Haven't been blogging so much lately.
I've been super itchy for almost 2 months now and when I sit for too long I just can't take it.
Don't know what it is yet, but I'm ready for it to be gone!
We've also been super duper busy.
But that's life I know.

We went to our town's Christmas parade and came home with a bag of warm cheese biscuits from Jim N Nick's (soooooooooooo good) and more candy and beads than Halloween. (not kidding) See Santa on top of the fire truck in the background?!?! We're all bundled up because it SNOWED the night before.
While I was up in Utah for Boppa's funeral we got to spend some quality time with Porter. He's 6 months old. Why is my almost 18 month old child as big as her 6 month old cousin?
And (don't tell the big kids) Santa came for his annual visit because so many of us were together. Let's just say Cate was NOT a fan. She started crying when he walked into the room.


You can read my cousin's post about Boppa here. and his wife's here.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Sweet 32

 


Happy Birthday Lewis! Sorry I wasn't there to celebrate with you. Sweet 32 is twice as good as sweet 16! Thank you so much for working so hard for our family. I love you and am so proud of you.

A loves you more than she loves being right.

B loves you more than he loves coloring his nose red and wearing his Rudolph ears.

C loves you more than anyone or anything else.

Hope it was a great one!! love you!
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Saturday, December 5, 2009

Boppa



My grandfather, Boppa, passed away yesterday and I just wanted to write something quick about him. I'm heading up to Utah later today for his funeral, but I know that he loved to look at my blog so I wanted to put something here for him.
I love this picture of him reading to my kids. I know it's not a great picture, but it is so sweet. Boppa loved to read. He had so many books and was always filling his coffee table with more and more. Another thing that we had in common was our love of France and the French language. He served a mission in France just after World War II and he always kept up his French and loved to speak it with me. Also, he loved having a garden. He always had the most amazing garden and fruit trees. We collected the best apricots, cherries, and garden treats from their yard. I can't think about Boppa without thinking of the cabin. We had so many wonderful times there and I know that it was because of all of his hard work.
I am grateful to have such a wonderful Boppa!! I know that there are so many who are sad and missing him now, but we are all grateful for our knowledge of and faith in God's plan of salvation and in Jesus Christ. I am especially grateful for our eternal family and the knowledge that I can be with Boppa and all of my family forever and ever.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Cherubs


I just came across this picture today.
(isn't it great?)
Don't you just want to squish their arms?

Where did my squeezable little angels go?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

"Come ye thankful people come"



Come ye thankful people come
Raise the song of harvest home
All is safely gathered in
Ere the winter storms begin
God our maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied
Come to God's own temple come
Raise the song of harvest home.


All the world is God's own field,
fruit as praise to God we yield;
wheat and tares together sown
are to joy or sorrow grown;
first the blade and then the ear,
then the full corn shall appear;
Lord of harvest, grant that we
wholesome grain and pure may be

For the Lord our God shall come,
and shall take the harvest home;
from the field shall in that day
all offenses purge away,
giving angels charge at last
in the fire the tares to cast;
but the fruitful ears to store
in the garner evermore.
Even so, Lord, quickly come,
bring thy final harvest home;
gather thou thy people in,
free from sorrow, free from sin,
there, forever purified,
in thy presence to abide;
come, with all thine angels, come,
raise the glorious harvest home.


"Come, ye thankful people, come"
written by Henry Alford