May Days!

Few off us around the country get to enjoy nearly triple digit temps in May, so we do our best to join the heat! We recently graduated ourselves to the 8 ft. pop up pool (which I'm sure disappointed our neighbors who must've loved watching all the family squeeze into this one for F.H.E.)


Adzy- Our ever learning, unique word using little helper. Reads to herself (the animated- changing voices for each character and adding in songs- style), hums herself to sleep, plays Mother to her little sister "kamorzy, no. you must not touch dees clothes that mother folded.No... no no, please. Now, Morzy, it's time for you piano lessons now." Asking why to everything with an added "tell me the truth mother". Sings, sings sings, and constantly asks to play games like "rosies" (ring around that is). Consistently, and dramatically runs herself to the bathroom. Is currently working on reciting the pledge of allegiance with words she so cutely mispronounces.


Kamorzy- Joy joy joy! Tan blondie, more than a bombshell enthusiast! Took her first steps and now excitedly stumbles her way around. So Strong...the girl requires a lot of might to play with,change and chase. She got her- makes them look totally different- top front teeth in. She's a little rhino of energy and full of light!





Nater- My little brother has moved in with us and has been a delight. A pool maintainancer in 100 degree temps, he's a hilarious, institute loving sweetheart. I am thoroughly enjoying getting reacquainted with one of my truest friends.

My Sweets-A spiritual intellectual, he finishes the school year as teacher in 2 weeks and begins the school year as student for graduate work. A Mormon doctrine sharer and enthusiast, he has been able to rise to the challenge of testifying and defending our faith with everyone, including some great blogging conversation. Has a bittersweet relationship with his calling as early morning seminary instructor but expresses how much he will truly miss it when it ends this week. I love you Babe!


Our home- it's been a few weeks since we did it, but we finally put our first paint on the walls! All the walls in the front room and powder room now have color! I love color! We are excited at our options for the rest of our place. We also got ceiling fans and some other decor (thank you tax refund, craigslist, and Texas thrift!)







As for me, I'm currently engrossed in the biography of James E. Faust, In The Strength of the Lord (thanks Sal)- loving the tender example of a man who stood behind "rather than in front of- the messages and sermons he has shared with millions during his ministry"(James P. Bell; Author) Contemplating my own pridefulness and being renewed in my faith.
I've had some amazing experiences teaming up with the missionaries to teach a new friend of mine. What an awesome thing to see someone taste of the joys of the gospel. I felt so honored to be included in her understanding, feeling and accepting of the spirits teachings.

What opportunities we have to be on holy ground...I only hope I remember to take off my shoes.

"And he said, Draw not nigh hither: put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground." (Exodus 3:5)

Weekend Wonders

We're back from the Amazon!

Well...Palmetto State Parks version anyway. We spent the night camping with some of our favorite friends in our ward! What a blast! Although I didn't capture any of the group fun on film we shared some late night campchair chatting hysteria, took turns having the loud "wake up the camp in the middle of the night" children, savored s'mores, made our OWN fires (what's camping if you don't have your own campsite fire?-thanks Giffords for humoring me), let the children play for hours on the playground, fed the friendly ducks, swam in the African Safari river. I love our ward. We know great people.

As a family we: enjoyed the exotic nature trails, danced to "moonlight serenade" (tradition), ended up with 4 of us on the air mattress, had bowls of fresh fruit in the morning, actually got chilly at night, were attacked by fire ants (that's what you get for stepping on their mound), marveled at the "little Tinkerbell's" (fireflies), roamed through the old deep south at night (huge hugging trees and plantation included), took long deep breaths...

and felt full of peace and tranquility while enjoying the spectacle of God's hands.

We might go back this weekend. :)

Computer Crash, Promptings and Exercising Faith

Last week I spent several hours burning pictures onto CD's. Since the whole world of digital sharing opened up, I have not been the best at printing off pictures. I was happy to finally have the pictures of Kamorah's birth and first few months of life in hand and ready to album. You can imagine my deepened gratitude for this when a few days later Spencer called to tell me that his computer crashed and everything on the hard drive was lost. We had thousands of pictures stored there, now completely erased. Thankfully we had burned most to CD's before our move, but had not copied any of the pics since our arrival here. I was so happy when I realized I had put most of my favorites on this blog and with the newly copied ones it seemed we were able to salvage a good record of our precious gals. Unfortunately though, we lost all our videos that had not been copied, including the birth videos (which apparently most normal people don't thoroughly enjoy watching like I do anyway) first crawls and some Texas fun. I am so grateful for the little prompting to get those photos copied and printed, just in the nick of time. Had I not done that we would have no record of Kamorah's birth and first months of life. You better believe that this last batch of photos went right onto the computer and then right onto a CD. And if you're one who doesn't copy pics right away, consider yourself urged to do the same.

Since General Conference I have been impressed by the example of our dear prophet. I feel inclined to want to remember each soul, the one, the individuals whom I associate with every day. I keep hearing his words "do not postpone a prompting" and taking more time to do little things I feel impressed to do. I have been amazed at how often the Lord seems to be waiting on me, anxious to give the help and blessing in following a prompting. Why don't I always do this?

Almost since birth, Kamorah has struggled with a clogged lacrimal punctum (her eyelid doesn't drain her tears and secretions). I have had my daily rituals of taking q-tips and warm wash cloths to massage and clean it out, but nothing has seemed to help. She just constantly had gunk in her eye and the doctor said that if it continued this severely, she would most likely need surgery. ( Believe me, I am counting my blessings that this is the worst of our health problems, but I still felt sad thinking of this little one needing to go in for a surgery on her eye) So after all I thought I could do for her, I realized that I hadn't really exercised my faith. I hadn't really prayed about it. I went to the Lord. Rocking her to sleep I sent out a plea to help her little eye. I felt like I needed to express that I knew He was the master healer and could heal her if it was His will. I just needed a little comfort that she was in His hands. I went to sleep that night feeling encircled, as always when I ask for it, in His love. The next morning I went to wipe her eye and didn't see anything there to wipe. The next day, no gunk. And now, several weeks later, she still has no sign of any build up in her eye.

A God of miracles.


"As soon as we learn the true relationship in which we stand toward God (namely, God is our Father, and we are his children), then at once prayer becomes natural and instinctive on our part (Matt. 7: 7-11). Many of the so-called difficulties about prayer arise from forgetting this relationship. Prayer is the act by which the will of the Father and the will of the child are brought into correspondence with each other. The object of prayer is not to change the will of God, but to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that God is already willing to grant, but that are made conditional on our asking for them. Blessings require some work or effort on our part before we can obtain them. Prayer is a form of work, and is an appointed means for obtaining the highest of all blessings."(BIBLE DICTIONARY:Prayer)

Although I surely need to exercise much more faith in Him, I do know that He is ALWAYS there waiting for us to come to him. Waiting, wanting our Faith so that He can help us, heal us. "Behold, he sendeth an invitation unto all men, for the arms of mercy are extended towards them, and he saith: Repent, and I will receive you." (Alma 5:33)

The Kitchen Floor...

So, I left the gals together in the kitchen while I took the garbage out. On my way down the driveway I notice the remains of a bird that Spencer obviously didn't notice on the ground before he made his mad dash to seminary this morning. I couldn't decide whether to cry, gag or go and get something to clean it up. So, I tried to pretend I never noticed it (so as to avoid an unnecessary emotional scene). I had similar feelings the day I noticed one of my new flowers hadn't survived it's transplant. Still ignoring it.

I made my way back into the kitchen and immediately smelled a strong odor coming from the kitchen, which hurried my walk a bit. With enthusiasm and conviction, my precious two year old said "Mom, Kamorzy was messy and need she diaper off".

Bless her heart. She wanted to help a sista out and relieve her of the discomfort of a messy diaper (I know "messy"?...For some reason I just don't have the "P" word in my vocab. No, nothing wrong with it, just not for me.) So off the diaper was indeed, and on the floor, spread around in a painted fashion were all it's remnants. After a little "learning time out" and a quick trip to the bath, we were laughing together as we moped the floor. Adelaide apologizing repeatedly. "Mom can you forgive me. I won't do it again. I let you take off Kamorzy's diaper".

Can I forgive you? Wow. Something about that made me just want to cry and hold her for hours. I'm the one who constantly needs forgiveness from her and Father. I feel my heart swell and in my mind a little reminder of how much better I want to be, I CAN be.

...and heaven opens.

Among the usual snacks and meals that make it on the floor (maybe just to test the spiritual charge I got) we had additional butter and crystal light episodes. Needless to say, we spent some time on our kitchen floor today. All because of a helpful, wants to be more capable than she is, little one.

And I thank Father in Heaven every day that she's around to make the messes...and that I don't mess up on these precious days with her.