Yep, 25 years ago I enter this world. It is weird to think that I was once a little Emeri to my mother. Well, of course not with all the hair, or any at all in fact, but you get the point. My birthday got me thinking about time and that to my mom, 25 years ago, I was a tiny infant; and Emeri is my tiny infant now! Oh man, don't grow up Emeri, you are not aloud. Okay. You are permanently grounded from growing up. lol Oh well, I guess my birthday is just another reminder to cherish my children always, because before I know it they will be all grown up and having kids of their own. BUHAHAHAHAHA!
Austin made this delicious confetti and butter pecan cake with chocolate butter cream! He also made me breakfast, put the boys down for a nap, and cleaned the house for me. Thanks babe! Love you.
My sister bought me these flowers and some delicious smelling soap!
Isaac of course helped me blow the candle out and lick them all clean.
That's right, Emeri is a little smiler now and it just melts my heart. She is so stinkin cute when she smiles that I totally ignore the boys when she does. lol Well not completely but you get the point.
Here are some of the things the boys have done that have kept them sane while mommy attends to Emeri. It was hard at first to not just turn on the TV for some babysitting help but my conscience wouldn't allow that for very long, so I had to start getting creative. Plus, the boys aren't picky about what holds there attention as long as they can climb, jump, run, or fall as part of the entertainment. And so, the horribly crafted Batman cave was created.
Isaac enjoys playing with his Mr. Potato head kit that he got for his birthday.
Giant train tracks. This was and still is one of the boys favorite play time activities. I like it as well because it was super cheap, all I needed was painters tape from Walmart for a dollar.
Here was Emeri during all the "choo, choos" and " all aboards." Totally out cold. She is such a good baby!
Oh yes, the most recent activity the boys have discovered is playing on Mommy and Daddy's bed. I heard them laughing in the back room one day and when I enter our room I saw all the pillows and covers on the floor and the boys jumping and falling on the bed. It was cute. They play here for about a half an hour every day. It gives me so much time to myself, I love it.
I started laundry the other day and kept hearing banging coming from the washer. I thought maybe I had put in the cup that holds the soap into the wash but the banging was pretty loud. I ignored it though and let the washer run its now loud course. After it was done I not only found the cup I had suspected was in there but also this large container of dish soap that I know was under our sink that morning. My first thought was that it was Austin who had washed the crock pot in the sink right that was next to the washer but..........
later found the real culprit playing with the washer.
Austin's work had a multi-company softball tournament a few Saturdays ago that we played in. It was in Salt Lake so Jared and Sereen were able to come support us and help watch the kids for us. We got our butts kicked the first game and got the second game stolen from us by the ump. It was still fun though, Austin got on base his first time up to bat and was also the only person to hit a home run! I was so proud of him. After the games we spent the rest of the day with Jared and Sereen, it was great to catch up and see little Preston's new tricks.
As of January 2014, both Austin and I are BYU graduates. Austin is currently working for Newline Interactive and I am enjoying being at home with our children. We are currently living in Dallas Texas, enjoying family living close on both sides.We have been blessed with 3 beautiful children and the next little firework will be exploding into our family on July 4th! We are so blessed and watched over by our Heavenly Father. We thank him every day for our eternal family.
Motherhood is about raising and celebrating the child you have, not the child you thought you would have. It's about understanding that he is exactly the person he is supposed to be. And that, if you're lucky, he just might be the teacher who turns you into the person you are supposed to be.” - Joan Ryan