adventures

I have been thinking so much lately about this: What is different about how Dave and I parent our younger kids compared to our deliberation with our older kids? Do we really teach our younger kids like we have taught our older kids? Sure, we’re with them more, and there’s…

…That’s where my missionary is. Sending out lots of prayers for people in Texas! Here are some pictures from her letter last week before things got so much worse…back when they were just in awe of all that ice covering everything: Loved seeing her all cozy in her apartment. But…

Last week these two got a pretty exciting piece of news: Carson got accepted from the wait list to a podiatry school in Florida that he had his hopes on. WOOHOO!!! They had a little less than twenty-four hours to make a pretty gigantic decision. They had been trying to…

When Lucy gets into something, she really gets into something. I’m not sure what got her on her Hamilton kick a couple years ago, but it’s been a long-lasting one. I honestly don’t think there’s been a day that’s gone by where she doesn’t have that soundtrack blasting in her…

Our second (and last) day in Iceland was spent visiting two waterfalls and driving for hours on end to get to the glacier lagoon. It seems kind of crazy that you could spend a day visiting two waterfalls and driving for hours on end to see a lagoon chock full…

Every four years our stake (group of ward congregations) goes on a “trek.” I wrote all about what in the world that is back HERE when I got to go last time, but just real quick (and this is gonna sound weird to those who have never heard of it…

Each year our church holds a girls’ summer camp (see ours from a few years ago back HERE). This year we’re not doing a real camp since we are doing a Trek (comes around every four years, our last one is back HERE).   But the 4th-year campers always do…

Some things that parents do really stick. Sometimes that knowledge is what keeps me going in a world of eye-rolling and mother-ignoring. I know I did it to my parents too. The big eye roll when my mom played her classical music. The sigh that we had to do our…

Below is a selection from my journal entry from the end of China as I sat in the quiet auditorium after most of the other parents had left following the Christmas program.  I loved that it was a “Christmas” concert in a nation that is not really historically considered “Christian.”…