Birthday Song 2018

Man, this is just becoming a list of birthday songs. *shrug*

This year my birthday song is Francesca Battistelli – Giants Fall

This year, especially the last six months, has been really hard.  I expect the next six months to be just as hard.  We have some really big giants to conquer in our lives.  Some of them are really scary.

We can make it.  We can slay those giants.


Knowing What to Share

I wanted to add my little piece to the tributes that have been paid to President Monson today.  I had a personal experience about President Monson I have been thinking about all day that I wanted to share.  I wrote a post about it.  I didn’t publish it.  I saved it and it’s sitting, waiting.

It’s really hard for me to know what Spiritual things to share sometimes.  The things that are the most meaningful, the strongest, are also the most personal and the most sacred.  I want to share the light, but I also want to keep sacred things sacred.

How do you know?  What is the difference between fear stopping you and wise restraint?  I can’t tell today.

So, I’ll just say this:

President Monson is a Prophet of God.  I know it. God told me thought the Spirit.

I Love you President Monson.

Welcome Home.


Birthday Song 2017

I took me a few months to find the right song for this year.


My little prayer

What I Think of Late at Night

I’ve not written in a long time.  It’s a combination of things; busyness, different focus, just life.  But last night I was up in the night and I thought about some things that I wanted to write down.

Last night, at 3:00 am my three year old son came into my room with a bloody nose.  This is not totally surprising, he’s been sick and tends to get nose bleeds when he’s had a cold.  He’d also had two during the day so it was obvious he’s got a tender spot inside his nose right now.

He doesn’t do well with bloody noses.  He fights and kicks and tries to escape.  He HATES it when I hold his nose.   Being tired, he fought more, and he already had blood on his face and his hands when I picked him up.  I got his blood all over me. I looked in the mirror as I was rocking my crying child, with his blood streaked all over me, knowing he would be fine.  In that moment I felt so much for all the mothers out there in the world right now who are rocking their child, knowing they won’t be fine.

In the wake of this weeks flooding in Houston I’ve been tender in my heart for the suffering of others.  Holding my child, late at night, made that even more so.  I thought about how blessed I have been.  In the wake of illnesses, that could have taken the life of my children at different times, I didn’t always see that.  Those were times of fear.  There were times that I didn’t always see, in the moment, what the Lord was trying to teach me in the midst of those experiences.  He was trying to take the difficult thing and use them to grow empathy in my heart.

As I rocked my son I prayed for the women who were holding their children above flood waters, those who are sitting by hospital beds, those who are sitting by graves.  I felt and I know that the Lord loves each one of them.

The Lord does not make bad things happen in this world, but he can make us into something great from those terrible events in our lives.  Use your love and your hands to help that come to pass for yourself and for others.  If there is little else you can do pray, pray for those mothers and children.  If you cannot open your home or your wallet, open your heart.  Reach out in love.  What you can do is enough.

The bleeding stopped, my son went back to sleep.  I watched him for a while, thinking about all the other mothers, wanting to hug and rock them as I had rocked my son.  Writing this is my small way of doing that.

If you need a hug I’m sending you one.  If you need someone to rock you, I’m here rocking you.  If you need someone to whisper in your ear that it will a be okay in the end, I’m doing that.  If you need love, you’ve got mine.  If you don’t need it now, carry this message with you until you do.  Because we all do at some time.

You are not alone.


All the kids pack their lunches for school every day on there own.  Sometimes this is a hard task to make them do, sometimes they just get it done, which is nice.

Lunchmeat is usually the one where I have to hound him to pack his lunch.  One day he had left his lunch box at school so I made him, after hounding, put his lunch in a plastic Walmart sack.

In the morning everyone got their lunches and went to school as normal.

In the afternoon when I picked up the kids, Lunchmeat was very upset.  When I asked him what was wrong he asked “Why did you only give me carrots for lunch?”  I reminded him that he had packed his own lunch and asked what he was talking about.  He pulled out a Walmart sack and out of it he pulled a three pound bag of carrots.He asked me why I changed his lunch for carrots.

When we got home his lunch was still sitting in the fridge.

Poor kid.  What I don’t understand is why no one from the school did anything about it?  Apparently several adults noted he only had carrots and commented to him but no one got him a new lunch or called me.

Birthday Song 2016

It’s gonna be OK

The Count

There is a daily ritual at my house that I refer to as “The Count”.  This is the time of day where I look in the dishwasher and the cupboard and count the sippy cups.  Anyone who has had a toddler will understand why this is an important ritual.  Doing this has saved me money and stress.  It has also saved me from losing my lunch.  Opening a sippy cup that has been left filled with milk, under the couch for a week is not pleasant.

When I was a younger Mom, and less wise, I did not perform this ritual.  This resulted in many a time of finding a sippy cup in some random place and wondering how long it had been there and what the contents had been.  There were times where I just tossed the cup out rather than brave opening it.

Now, in my older and wiser years, I perform the ritual.  Currently we own six sippy cups.  Keeping the number of cups to a minimum is very helpful in this ritual.  When I am loading the dishwasher after dinner I count the cups.  If there are any fewer than six cups everything in the house stops as everyone searches for the missing cup or cups.  Once the cup is found, rinsed, and placed in the dishwasher normal life can resume.  NOTHING is allowed to go in until the ritual is complete.  I am more sane because I do this.

What rituals do you have as a mom and save you from the mom version of DOOM?