Oh how smells bring back the memories

So about a month ago we decided it was time to take away the pacifier from Keira. She is almost 2 1/2 and they needed to go. So we left them at my mothers house to make things easier. Well...her baby brother uses a pacifier. In fact he has two and they are continually being misplaced (by his older sister). Anyway, the other day I was on the couch feeding the baby and wasn't really paying attention. I just happened to look up and caught Keira holding Chases's pacifier and smelling it. But she wasn't just smelling it. It was almost as though she was reminiscing of those lost moments she had with her own pacifier. You know that look that steals across your face when you smell something familiar and you just close your eyes, take a deep breath and embrace the moment in which you are reminded of the past. Well that was the exact look that spread across her face in those few seconds...alone....with her brothers pacifier.

Hello Snick!!

So Nick and the girls went to temple square tonight. I unfortunately had to stay home with a sick 2 year old and and a baby. Anyway...as they were driving down the freeway the girls started to play a game where they would continually call each other on their imaginary cell phones. Nick wasn't really paying all that much attention but as the girls continually got louder in their laughter he decided to listen in. This is what their conversations went like

Calli: Hello Snick!

Livvy: Hello Snick!

And so on. Nick said he was puzzled as he didn't understand what they were saying. He finally figured it out and started bursting with laughter. You see...when Nick answers his cell regarding work calls he always answers it "Hello this is Nick". But now that I think about it he does say it rather fast. So apparently the girls understood his answering to say "Hello Snick" instead of "Hello this is Nick". Isn't is so funny how kids pick up on things and interpret them in their own way. I got a big kick out of this story.

Aaah!! Memories

So I was reading back several years ago in my blog and found it so interesting that life hasn't changed that much in five years. With the exception of 2 additional children things move along the same. That is of course the bickering and arguing. The messes and the chaos. It still continues and and has only multiplied in intensity. Sometimes I wonder "what was I thinking....4 kids!!! Aargh!" But then I am quickly humbled and reminded of the true blessing it is to be a mother. Last night I had an epiphany. After screaming and yelling at my children for 1) dumping a pile of cinnamon/sugar mixture into the dogs water bowl 2) writing a myriad of numbers on the wall in the bedroom 3) writing with my lipstick on the inside of my bathroom cupboard 4) nearly breaking the zipper wide open on the Love Sac 5) and finally the increase in the contention level rising to an all time high. And to top if off...Nick is out of town. So to handle all of this on my own whilst keeping my sanity. Apparently I am not capable of doing that because I lost it. And then after a tear filled conversation with Nick I realized how wrong I was. I am the mother and therefore have to set the example (not an easy thing to do when your frustration level is through the roof). Anyway. Needless to say there was much apologizing going on this morning as I am trying to set a precedence of patience and forgiveness. I truly love my children and pray that through all my mistakes that they turn out to be the wonderful people I know they can be. I pray that they will be just like their dad who is the epitome of patience and love.

Thanksgiving Blessing

He truly has been a blessing in our home and we cherish every day that we have with him as he is our last baby that we will welcome into our home. It is a little bittersweet, but with all the sleepless nights we have had thus far I am sort of looking forward to no more. Is that selfish? But I sure do love my little boy!!!!