Ready to Roll

Becoming a great little driver

had her first 'solo' with Brian running alongside

Thinks he should be able to drive (Someday Sport)

Happy to chill

Training on the John Derre

I couldn't resist posting all of these. I was far enough away I couldn't hear what they were saying but it was highly entertaining to watch them.

G.O.A.L.

Get. Out. And. Live. I borrowed this acronym from the Ogden Chamber because I love it. As a family we've made a goal to get out there and explore the world around us. Pics are from the trail halfway up Trappers Loop on your way to Snowbasin

Nuff said

It's funny how you let things lie for a week and you wonder what you were so worked up about.  As for church last Sunday I think Satan must have been sitting on my shoulder. I do believe modesty is a 'weightier matter' and like my BFF Kath stated in her comment it begins at age 6 not 16.  As I've thrown this topic around this week Indy said to me, "It doesn't really matter what you or Pincess pick out for her to wear to the prom; I know how 16 year old boys think and I get the final say." So ...that's that....nuff said.

Hell in a Hand-basket

Some Sundays I come home from church and I am convinced this is where I'm going.  I was in a good place today. (I thought) Sacrament meeting was great, Sunday School was great, Relief Society I had high hopes for, but it didn't turn out that way.  The lesson was on Julie B. Beck's talk about fulfilling your mission and the teacher focused  on being the "lioness at the doorway".  Our ward has two distinct geographic neighborhoods to it.  Everyone that she quoted and held up as an example was from her neighborhood. Fine whatever, if they are all lionesses in that neighborhood, what does that make the rest of us?  She then continued to hold up her sister-in-law as a great lioness because she baked cookies for her son's Prom date to thank her for wearing a modest dress. I think that's weird. When I was in high school I would have thought that super weird....again fine whatever... She then told another example of her other sister-in-law that lives in California.  Apparently because there were no modest LDS girls in her son's ENTIRE high school she drove 2 hours south to pick up a girl that he had met at youth conference so he could take Her to his Prom; thus this awesome mom is a 'lioness at the gate'.   I am obviously not a lioness at the gate because I wouldn't do either thing as a mom.  In this example I see a mom that said it's ok to judge your entire high school female population as not  modest because none of them are LDS. ? really?   I know I know, surely I don't have the whole story.....But it got me thinking about my own prom dresses and modesty.  Mine were mostly modest, some may have showed a little shoulder, and a little back.  I certainly didn't go dressed as a pioneer but it could have been worse.  One of my cute friends that was head cheerleader, she had a few sassy numbers and she looked freakin hot in them.  She is now currently serving as the young women's president in her ward....so what do you make of that?  This is what I make of it.  My mom was a lioness at the gate because she wasn't freaking out about a little shoulder or a little back showing.  Her trust and relationship meant more than a hard line in the sand about a dress.  I guarantee if she had made it an issue; I would have made it an issue right back; because that's what teenagers do.  The lesson right before RS in Sunday school was on hypocrisy.  We read in the Bible (Mathew 23) where they (scribes and pharisees) had paid their tithes, gave to the poor attended worship services and went regularly to the temple. Jesus (in my words) said great but you missed the boat.  They missed the faith, charity and 'weightier matters'. Jesus says they have 'blinders' on.  I am scared, as in scared to death to navigate the teenage years with my children and I know I will make PLENTY of mistakes. My interpretation of the 'lioness at the door" is this: my mom did a great job with all of us and I pray I will follow her example and be in tune to the 'weightier matters' of my children's lives.

What cha been up to?

This is how I feel. After April and May I am ready for a big long nap! From projects to parties, sports, work, year-end to-do's and everything in-between we survived!.....Now on to Summer!!! I've got the chore charts made and the calendar chuck full! It's gonna be great! (ok it will be great after I maybe hopefully get that nap!!!) Page down there are like 17 new posts!

Trophies

Master ended up with two trophies. Those trophies mean a lot when you are 10. Sport was looking at the trophies and Master said, " Sport, I know you want a trophy, you can have one of mine". Indy told Master how cool that was, that he would offer, but Master Jonny had a special trophy he was presenting to Sport at the end of the tournament. Make my heart happy!

Weapons division for Master

Karate Tournament

Obviously my camera settings for 'action shots' needs help, but these were too awesome not to post. In the picture below look at the poeple's faces behind Sport....they tell the story

Mothers Day pre-sechool program

The boy on the right is Chase; according to Princess 'sometimes they look at each other and smile

April showers bring May showers

Officially May was the wettest May on record for Utah.  On the rare occasion the sun came out we went outside and played anyway.

4th Grade Egg drop

Little 'eggy' survived. We LOVE bubble wrap!

I know I'm weird...but this was fun for me. I've never had braces so I'm living vicariously through Master, and I must say he is doing a fabulous job with them. We left the dental office and he promptly pounded a hearty breakfast from McDonalds, obviously the braces are not going to slow him down.

Pinewood Derby

I don't love the pinewood derby...Somehow Indy manages to be out of town each time we do this. We did ok, better than last time, does that count for anything? Note in the parenting book of life; when your boys are distraught they didn't win, use the DISTRACTION tool. I offered to get shakes at DQ and had happy boys once more.