Our Halloween Dinner

So the kids could not believe that mom was letting them have a cupcake for dinner. Ok well it is halloween so we may as well fill them up on sugar right? ........ wrong we knew what these kids were in for. Maddie she could hardley wait to eat hers she had to wait for the prayer to be said and she kept picking it up and trying to sneak a lick of course we were watching them all like hawks. So the prayer was said and them the first thing they did was lick the orange frosting!!!!!
Suprise the frosting was Mashed potatos and the cake was really meat loaf. Maddie slowly put the cup cake down and replied "this is not a cup cake" in a matter of fact voice. She ate her green beans and later picked up her Meat and ate it all. The kids thought that it was a fun dinner.

Our new family picture is finially here!!!

If They are Moving then we have to move with them

Today we were driving in our car to a doctors appointment when Joseph said Mom why are the Harleys moving and I told him it was so that Bro and Sis Harley and their children could all live together in the same house again and be together as a family again. He thought for a second and then replied so when are we going to get a big moving truck and move next to the Harelys. I love the truthfulnes and innocence if a childs question and their wishes. They have so much hope and faith in their little souls. I pray that we may be able to find that Christ like faith and know that one day we will all be reunited again together as friends and family when Christ comes again. I love the blessings that we recieve as we are obedient to the things that our Savior as asked of us.

To All of Us Mothers

MOTHERS

Real Mothers don't eat quiche; they don't have time to make it. Real Mothers know that their kitchen utensils are probably in the sandbox. Real Mothers often have sticky floors, filthy ovens and happy kids. Real Mothers know that dried play dough doesn't come out of carpets. Real Mothers don't want to know what the vacuum just sucked up. Real Mothers sometimes ask 'Why me?' and get their answer when a little voice says, 'Because I love you best.' Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured by height or years or grade...It is marked by the progression of Mommy to Mom to Mother...

The Images of Mother 4 YEARS OF AGE - My Mommy can do anything!

8 YEARS OF AGE - My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!

12 YEARS OF AGE - My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.

14 YEARS OF AGE - Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either.

16 YEARS OF AGE - Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.

18 YEARS OF AGE - That old woman? She's way out of date!

25 YEARS OF AGE - Well, she might know a little bit about it!

35 YEARS OF AGE - Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.

45 YEARS OF AGE - Wonder what Mom would have thought about it?

65 YEARS OF AGE - Wish I could talk it over with Mom.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!

Where did Spencer Go?

Today I was cooking dinner Joseph was making cookies Allie was playing school with Maddie And Michael was trying to climb on any thing he could lift his leg up on. That is a whole other story!! David and I about the same time wondered why it was so quiet, where was Spencer, what was he getting into and what was he doing? We looked in our room, the bathrooms, the back yard the garage, we even looked in the front yard, his bike was put away and the door was chained so he had not excaped. So we all called his name and were farnticly looking for him then David said; come here Sally. I went and there they were two little bear feet pocking out from under neath his bed. Sound asleep dreaming underneath his bed. Children I guess can fall asleep when ever they are tired and where ever as well. I love all my children and it amazes me how much love and concern they each have for one another. That two is another story that one day I will share with you.

I want to talk to my Grandpa

I told Maddie that her Grandpa was going to come and see her so all day she demanded to talk to him on the phone. She carried around a toy cell phone and talked to Grandpa all day and occationally she would let us say hello and ended our conversation by telling us to say good bye. She has a great imagination and is continually making us smile and laugh. I love my children for they are truley a divine inherantance sent form our Father in Heaven. I am greateful for the chance that I have to shape and mold these little souls in hopes that as they reach that age where they can stand on their own testimony that they will run with it and develop a great love for thier Father in Heaven.