Wednesday, July 31, 2013

No Surprise Here

A little video clip of my girls for you to enjoy this morning.  So please, enjoy.

 

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Shenandoah















Earlier this week we got back from our trip to Shenandoah, Virginia.  My sister in law Mindee took some pictures, and I took them from her.   It was crazy hot and humid, but it was great to see everyone, and it really was quite beautiful.  Thanks for the memories!

AND thanks for the pictures, Mindee! (I'd still love to have the actual files of the pictures of my girls too, I just copied these off facebook.)


Friday, July 26, 2013

First Letter to Santa

The other day we were playing at Zaida's house, she and her sister Divia are good friends of my girls.  They were swimming and playing in the water outside, and when I went to get them Hallie became distraught that she had never been able to play with the doll house inside.  She managed to leave their house without too much fuss, but then began crying in the car on the way home.  She continued to cry at home for another hour or so.

Now, what you need to know about Hallie is that she rarely cries or gets worked up in such a major way about things.  I mean, minor whining here and there sure, but a full on "tantrum" is unusual for her.  So when she does let herself go, she really loses it and has a hard time regaining control of herself.

The saddest part is that I knew she loved Zaida's dollhouse, and so when one went up for sale at a great price, I went out and bought it.  Which is exactly the reason she was at the friend's house in the first place, so she wouldn't see me buy it, because it is for Christmas.

I mean, come on irony, right?

So there I am trying to comfort her distress over not getting to play with this toy that she loved, while the exact same toy is downstairs in the basement hiding out until Christmas.  Am I cruel, or what?

I finally got her to calm down by telling her that maybe we could write a letter to Santa and tell him all about this dollhouse so that he will know exactly what she wants and can maybe get it for her for Christmas.

Which, wasn't really hard to promise at all, since again, it is sitting just feet away from me right now.  Doing your Christmas shopping early, so worth it.

Here is her finished letter to Santa.


She was in a really silly mood when she wrote this, her handwriting is usually much better than this, but I still think it's sweet.  In case you can't read it, it says, "Dear Santa, I am Hallie.  I wish I had fun toys.  Please.  Thank You."

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Legs

I've been thinking a lot about legs the past few months.  In the summer, you see a lot of them all over the place.  People wearing shorts and skirts and swimsuits and you just get to thinking a lot about these limbs that move us around. 

I must confess that I am sort of slightly obsessed with my children's legs.  I love everything about the legs of children and toddlers.  They are so clumsy and so stubby, and they try so very hard.  Sometime toward the beginning of the summer I put all my girls in their swimsuits and we were on our way out the door to adventure and sunshine and as I watched their six legs move past me, I looked down at my own.  Their legs I love, my legs I tolerate.  I felt a sense of loss that my legs were no longer as beautiful as they had been in my own childhood.  I've always hated my knees, actually, but now my legs had stretch marks and cellulite and weird bumps and spots of discolored skin, like mosquito bites from summers past that never healed.

And as I continued to admire their legs and berate my own, a feeling of foolishness began to creep over me.  Why was I mourning the "loss" of my legs?  I had lost nothing but a sense of aesthetics, and who cares what my legs look like?

Do you wake up in the morning and think to yourself, "Well, today might have been a really good day, but I have a feeling I'll have to look at Amy's legs and that will just ruin it all."

Yeah, I didn't think so. And if you don't care what my legs look like, why should I?

My children's legs are beautiful and I rejoice in them because they enable my girls to run and jump, to explore new places and move independently through life.  Don't my legs do the same for me?

Aren't these the same legs that walked me to classes on campus every day and got me a degree in education?

Aren't these the legs that walked me into the temple as Miss Amy Boling, and walked me out as Mrs. Amy Rose?

Aren't these the legs that three times have walked me into the hospital a hugely pregnant woman, and walked me out a beaming mother?

Aren't these the legs that love yoga and swimming and walking and the occasional run around the block once or twice?

Just because I'll never be a leg model doesn't mean I have to hate my legs.  I can love my legs for what they do for me every day, and I can be grateful that they don't have nearly as many bruises and scrapes as my daughter's legs.  That's something, right?

My knees, however, are a different story.  We are still not friends.  Frenemies, at best.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Administrative

Hello, sometimes when I have a list of random things that I want to post but don't really come together, it makes me feel like I am in administration sending memos to my hard working employees.

I have no idea why it makes me feel that way, but it does.

There you go.

1. The girls came down sick with some crazy bug on Sunday night and they were in our bedroom all night whimpering and crying with buckets and trips to the toilet.  We have stayed close to the bathrooms since then, hiding out in our house just in case someone has to make a quick run.  The bug spread from Hallie and Hanna to Heather and Hanna, but thankfully Devin has avoided it and I think we are all over the worst of it.

2. Aren't you so glad I shared that with you? Yes.  I don't know why I wanted to.  Perhaps because it's crazy to get sick in the summer.  Crazy! Who does that?  Well, apparently, a lot of people, but it seems wrong somehow.

3. I love fireworks, and am therefore very excited about tonight. I also love hotdogs and barbecue chicken.  Therefore, today is a near perfect holiday.

4. Today is also my friend Sam's birthday, and that always means that my birthday is in ten days.  Are you getting your dance video ready for me?  I hope so. I really hope so.

5. We are leaving to go on vacation in about a week, so I won't be able to really look at your dancing videos until I get back... but I look forward to enjoying them.

6. My heart is sore today, hurting for the heartbreak some dear friends are suffering, and the girls keep asking me why I am crying.

7.  I think I am going to stop posting my blog updates on Facebook.  I had been thinking about it for a while, and then I saw this comedy sketch, and then I thought about it a lot more, and I have just decided that I don't want to be "The 14th most annoying person on your newsfeed."