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LOVE


2010
02.14

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Hey, Cinderella - I'm going to write about love on my blog today.
What do you love?
Valentine's Day.  I also like coloring.  And my ring pop.
Doodle, what do you love?
My candy necklace, and my wing pop.
Valentine's Candy is so fun, isn't it!
But I was thinking of *any* day, not just today.  What do you love?
Oh.  I love making Fweedom smile.

If Eagle wasn’t napping at the moment, I’m sure he’d tell us he loves his binkies – all 10 of them – taking naps, eating eggs, and being a big brother.

Freedom loves… Let me ask him.  A full tummy, sleeping with mommy, learning to use his hands, and getting attention from his big siblings – or anyone else willing to smile big smiles and make silly sounds.

It’s fun having little kids around.  I just love love love them, especially when they aren’t stretching me beyond my boundaries of patience and long-suffering.  What would motherhood be if not for stretch-marks, though?

I love my kids!

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And.

I hope it almost goes without saying.  I hope you and the rest of the world know it already.  I hope the amazing guy I married would doubt the rising and setting of the sun and the come and go of the tides before he would doubt that

I LOVE MY SWEETIE!

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Thanks for kneeling in the mud to propose to me on the most romantic Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.  It was a *very* nice touch.1 - The muddy shoes that started it all

… and for not getting the least bit upset when I lost the ring two weeks later.
Oops. 

May31 - The Rings(Note to self: Never take off your ring to wash your hands, even if the soap is the sandy, scrubby kind like they used in ancient of days elementary schools.  If you do, don’t leave it on the counter of a restroom at a the restaurant Islands.  If you do, be sure to tell the shifty-eyed customer who comes in after you, not to steal it.  If you come back to said counter about 8 minutes later, and find the ring mysteriously gone… well… Better to lose the ring than the guy!)

What would John say he loves if he were here to contribute?

He loves his family.  I love that he acts like someone who loves his family.

He loves seeing great things happen in the lives of the folks at church.  That’s his favorite thing about being Bishop.

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He loves… Hm… the thoughtfulness of people in our ward.  (2nd-favorite thing about being Bishop.  Check out the Valentines the Young Women left on our door this week!)

And a clean, made bed.  Lasagna.  Outer Space.  Going fast.  Eagle saying, “‘nuggle!” 

We’re a happy, loving bunch here in Smithtopia, and hope you have a Happy Valentine’s Day!

- Cinderella had another thing to add to her list.  

And I love Sister Chafee.

(Giver of candy necklaces and ring-pops.)

Me too, Kid-o.  Me too.

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Freedom’s Five


2010
02.08

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I love the “milestone” posts that my with-it friends post.  You know, “SoAndSo is SuchandSuch age, does this and that, etc.”  With four kids under six, however, they’re each lucky that anything gets recorded.

 That said, here’s Freedom at Five months.  Or so.  It actually happens next, uh… Mon, no, Wedn, no Thursday – no, Wednesday.  For sure.  Five months on next Wednesday.  Sheesh.  For someone who can’t sort out which date happens when, I guess I should be happy to know how old he is at all.

 He’s a doll.  I love the age (and/or temperment) where a baby will erupt into an enormous smile in response to a little attention from anyone.  It’s just so charming.  He especially loves his siblings, his parents, and my mom.  I love to see my older kids lavish him with playfull attention… And only get slightly paranoid that they’re going to crush him, poke him, break bones, share germs, or otherwise cause him bodily harm.

He rolls like a pro from front to back, and is swiftly approaching the back-to-front roll.  He sings, coos, laughs, grabs for things and often succeeds, and puts his binky back in his own mouth with greater and greater proficiency.

In other words, he’s a happy, healthy, normal baby, of more than exceptional cuteness.

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(Shout out to the adorable Valentine blanket a certain someone made.  She’s planned to make a blanket for every holiday, to be loaned to whichever grandbaby happens to be of the age to use it.  We get to be the lucky first to break them in.  I think she should make a set of burp cloths for every holiday and sell them… I’m telling you, she could totally make a killing on Etsy…)

Back to Freedom.  I mean, really, isn’t he cute?  Super-duper cute?  Cinderella thinks so.  She loves to love him.

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We even love him when he looks like this:feb 002

Yes, Freedom gets fussy.  How often?  Every time he gets tired.  And about every other day, maybe, he really digs in and screams and screams because he dislikes going to sleep so much.  Even when wearing BYU blue, evidently.  I have found that the homeopathic remedy “chamomille” is my best friend when it comes to his “dig in and scream it out” crying spells.  Awesome stuff, it is.

One of our exciting and unexpected happenings was Grandpa and Grandma coming down from Idaho to support a candidate they love.  I thought they were “laying low” for a while, and planned on us going up there in order to see them again.  Huzzah!  Another reason to love Morgan Philpot.  You can expect a political post coming later about him, I’m sure.  feb 011

Freedom loves seeing the Grandpa after whome he is named.  I do too.  I know we’re not supposed to have favorite relatives, and I totally don’t -cough, cough- but if I did…

I certainly wouldn’t say on a blog, would I?!

hahaha…

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Just Happy


2010
02.04

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Are you ready for some fun?

I just can't stand how great this is!

I just can’t stand how great this is!

My personal favorite photos from 2009.

(Yeah, prob’ly would’ve been a little better set some time in early January, but I just now thought of it.)

These two of Doodle are perhaps not my favorite pictures, but this is definitely one of my very favorite moments from last year.  Hardly into this and I already contradicted myself.  Oh well.

Doodle, in all his pick-my-own-outfit, 3yo sweetness, spontaneously heeding my command with a cheery,

Yes!  My Majesty!

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Melt my heart, kid.  I love it.
And speaking of love, I loved this hat on  Freedom, just in time for Halloween/Fall.  We all know that he was the cutest, charmingest (it’s a word if I say it is) baby ever, so I can get away with a funny picture here.  2009 was a funny year, after all.
Pumpkin Head

Pumpkin Head

By now I shouldn’t have to tell you who made the hat, should I?  And who should totally have an Etsy account?

Right.  You guys are so smart.  Mom, you are so cool.

Drumroll, please!

Ladies and gentlemen (if there are in fact any guy bloggers out there -doting husband aside),
Allow me to proudly present,

The Very Best Picture of All Pictures Ever Taken in 20o9…..

What?!

I really don't think words are necessary.

It’s convenient that this picture doesn’t need a caption, because it leaves me rather speechless.  Yes, of all the sweet, cute, “awww”-moment pictures taken last year, this one tops them.  It is truly 2009 in a photo.  Why?

I hate been pregnant.

It aught to be a four-letter word.  That’s how I feel every time I write or type it, you know.  The “I’m not really allowed to say this word but I guess I’ll say it anyway” sort of feeling.  <chuckle>  It’s really great when I tell you how it really is and say that (close your ears, sensitive ones) ”Pregnancy, for me, is hell.”  <guilty chuckle>
(gasp!  Did she really say that?!)
Oh yes, my friend, I did.  It really is that fun for me.  I feel totally justified using that descriptor, and I might even add that it’s hell for my Sweetie, too, but he’s the Bishop and he doesn’t use that sort of language.
<insert more chuckling>

And given that I was preggy for the great majority of 2009…. Yeah.
This picture is perfect.

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Yes, babies are TOTALLY worth going through hell and back for.  Ikes!  That’s thrice in one post! Yes, I whole-heartedly and most sincerely will go on record stating that I wouldn’t change the close placement of our children for anything. (You should see them play together, you really should.)  Heck, I’d go through it all again and more to get them here in our family where they belong.

So, given all that, maybe some day I’ll gain a “little” extra patience, a “little” extra tolerance or long-suffering or something that will enable me to not visable twitch when I think that 7-letter P word.

Maybe one of these pregnancies <twitch> I’ll be able to get through it with a “little” extra something that will keep me from being incapacitated emotionally – which, as you know, makes mothering a “little” bit difficult.
(There.  I said it.  Did you notice?  No, we’re not “done,” thank you very much for not asking…)

But for now, we just won’t talk about it.

(Seriously.  Don’t bring it up.  My eyes will get all squinty at you and you don’t want that.  It’s the closest I get to a glare and it isn’t pretty.)

You can all breathe a sigh of relief and come back to this blog with great pleasure, knowing I’m completely done now bemoaning the difficulties of getting the amazing-and-totally-worth-it Mr. Freedom here.  Yep.  All done.  Got it all out, and life can move on.

Yay!

PS:  As a side-note, now you know why my kids are as cute as they are.  I mean, everybody knows that the more miserable the pregnancy <twitch>, the cuter the kid, right?
Right.