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Eagle Mountain, Utah, United States
My name is Lauren, and I live in the bubble. I am wife to Marshall, the biggest BYU fan in the world; and mother to Carly, our big girl, and Wes, our wild man, and Calvin, our new addition. I graduated BYU with a degree in Social Work, and I went forth to serve at LDS Family Services. I like scrapbooking and going out to eat at nice restaurants. I am fascinated by new cleaning products at the grocery store, so I have to shop in wide circles around the perimeter to avoid the temptation to buy. I love chocolate.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Some Carly firsts in 2012

Carly had some big girl firsts this last year that I wanted to document.

In August she started soccer.  At this age it's mostly magnet ball, but it was still really fun to watch.  Her team was the "Tiny Ninjas."

Throughout her season, she scored 4 or 5 goals, and had a lot of fun.  She wasn't as tentative as some of the kids out there, but could definitely stand to be more aggressive.  Her favorite part was going to get ice cream after the games.

August 28th- first day of school.  I can't believe my baby is big enough for kindergarten!

She had to pick out her own outfit, and her hair had to be in a ponytail.  Not opinionated at all.

Walking to school with a neighborhood friend.  

Yes, I was the creepy mom-a-razzi taking photos through the classroom window.
She is loving school and is sad when we have a holiday off.  In kindergarten they get a homework packet for the month and turn it in all at once at the end of the month.  This girl sits down and does the whole packet in 1 or 2 days at the beginning of the month and begs for more.  She is also loving learning how to read.  I knew she would!  We had tried introducing reading multiple times before school started.  Each time she would get mad at me and insist that she would learn once she went to school.  So stubborn!  I have no idea where she gets that from.

Tuesday, January 08, 2013

My kids amuse me

Yesterday I was playing one of those addictive puzzle games on my phone.  And I was failing the same level over and over again.  Wes was watching over my shoulder and said "It's okay Mommy! Failing means you are almost WINNING! Good job failing!"

Tonight for the bedtime story, my kids wanted to read Highlights and do a couple of those pictures where you find the hidden objects.  Carly was sitting there, concentrating so hard, and said under her breath "if I were me, where would I look for that paperclip?"

Conversation overheard between Carly and Wes:
Carly: Which planet is the largest?
Wes: Umm... Jupiter.
Carly: Okay, but which planet is the hottest?
Wes: Venus!

Today in the kitchen Wes was banging pot lids together.  Marshall told him to stop making racket.  Wes told him "But I'm practicing the cymbals!"

Who has been sneaking into my house and secretly teaching my kids?

Wednesday, January 02, 2013


It's a new year, and I'm not much for resolutions.  But lots of my facebook friends are, which has led me to consider in the quiet of the evening, if there is some word, some value, I want to focus on this year.  A family theme.  A personal mission.

And being far from perfect, there are words flying through my head.  Ideas on how to better myself this year.  But days like today, a day when my tiny terrorists have cornered me in my room with a box of chocolates and the lifetime channel, I find it hard to be motivated to pick a happy adjective.

But they are now all asleep, and I have emerged from my foxhole to pick up the house and assess the damage.  I see the freshly waxed floor now covered with crushed chalk.  The broken Christmas ornaments and the back broken off my nutcracker for the 3rd time in a month, and the indications that some picky preschooler has gotten into my chocolates, and found some he didn't like.

But then I see the labels my 5-year-old has put on all the doors.  She is so excited to be sounding out words.  And I realize that I need to be more grateful.  I need to embrace what I have, even on aggravating days like today when it's the end of Marshall's 48 and I'm just ready to go to work tomorrow.

Translation: Mom and Dad's Room, Garage, Basement

And you know what?  This blog helps me to do that.  This blog is so chalk full of stories that my kids love to have me read to them, and I have missed a couple years worth now.  Stories that I can't remember anymore and I'm so sad I didn't document anywhere.  I mean, someday I will probably look back and laugh that Wes smashed chalk all over my kitchen less than a day after I waxed it.  So I'll take the pictures, and post them here.

And work on being a little more grateful this year.

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