Good Morning World, How Are Ya Happiness!

I read this morning that Elder Ballard taught

"...a mother's nurturing love arouses in children, from their earliest days on earth, an awakening of the memories of love and goodness they experienced in their premortal existence." 

Isn't that beautiful?

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• 14:44 Making cinnamon rolls today. Doorbell ditching them later on. #

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Bone Weary

My brain is so full tonight and I have a slight headache. There is so much information that I feel like I have to process through every day--kids schedules, menus, diet, budget, food science book that is due back at the library, food storage, magazines, family blogs, YW stuff, scriptures, additional enlightenment, visiting teaching messages, calendaring, coordinating, etc. And all of this while my three sweet children seem to be especially needy for my [simultaneous] undivided attention, which translates as constant chatter and constant questions/requests.

I need some time for quiet meditation, real meditation. I need some time where I can stop and think about all of this information and internalize it. But every time I actually sit down when things are finally quiet, I immediately fall asleep.

Somebody please tell me this is not how it always is.

An Open Letter to My Mother

Dear Mom,

Today, while I was making dinner, ASH was lying on the floor at my feet, staring aimlessly at the ceiling whilst digging his little toenails into my lower calf muscle. My first thought was "Hello? Can't you see that that hurts my leg?" But then I started to laugh, because, in a flood of instant memories, I realized it: I am his mother--not a person, per se, but a constant, forgiving, institutional force in his little life.  And, just as suddenly, I felt compelled to send you an overdue apology.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for all of the times I sat at your dinner table (after you slaved for an hour) and, with sneering emotion, deemed the menu "YUCKY!"

I'm sorry for the incessant talking, the incessant questions, and the incessant whining.

I'm sorry for all of the times I invaded your personal space, barged in on you in the bathroom,  and took your things.

I'm sorry that I never saw you as a learning, growing human being or realized that you had feelings, dreams, bad days, sick days, passions, and responsibilities beyond me.

I'm sorry for leaving the towels on the floor.

I'm sorry for taking your kitchen gadgets and dish soap* outside and not bringing them back in.

I'm sorry for fighting with the sibs.

I'm sorry for walking around with my nose up in the air, feeling positive that I knew more than you did.

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When all is said and done, it is your example of patience that helps me to laugh and (yes!) enjoy the highly entertaining, constantly enlightening, sometimes daunting, and habitually thankless job of motherhood.

Love,
Deborah

*Incidently, the addition of dish soap to mud makes the most lovely, frothiest mud pies. I miss those days.

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• 10:22 I hate lemon bars. (Not that it matters.) #
• 10:22 I think Raspberry almond bars are superior. #

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• 14:21 Pres mtg? Check. YW activity? Cancelled. Diet? Sticking to it (barely, phew!). Weekend here I come!!! #

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• 18:12 Making dinner. Thinking of cookies. #

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• 13:30 Happy Fat Tuesday! #

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Cohorts

I love butter. 

No, really, I do. I am passionate about butter. (We don't do margarine at our house. Ever.)

Sweet, cream, salty, mild, European syle, Irish, mixed with herbs and wrapped in chicken, tempered with garlic and sloshed over pizza (Thank you Papa John!), whipped with honey and slathered on corn bread, whatever...

As far as I'm concerned, the roll is just the vehicle.

And, apparently, I'm not the only one in the family with this [not so secret] passion.

Daily Tweets

• 16:01 67 degrees today. 69 tomorrow. Love February in this town! #
• 16:02 Lining up the boys for a lively hair-cutting session in the backyard. #

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• 15:38 Making sugar cookies. #

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• 15:07 Bought "Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief" at the store today. Excited to read it tonight. #

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I'm Rockin My Baby, and Babies Don't Keep

Today was one of the first days, in a while, where I had all three of my babies with me all day long. Oh how I have missed this time--the lazy time in the morning snuggling down in bed together reading, tickling and wiggling; the inevitable doggie pile if I ever chance to lie down on the ground; and the insatiable curiosity about anything dirty.

EZ seemed to be at his comedic best, this afternoon, impersonating a dinosaur and then, later, manipulating me into making him biscuits using the commitment pattern.  "Mom, will you pleeeeeeease make me bibbits TONIGHT, mother dear, pleeeease. I don't like soup, just bibbits." I told him that I would if he did an interpretive dance and/or sang an original song about biscuits. And, surprisingly, he did--both the booty shake and some random song about biscuits falling down. I was entranced. He is a crack up.   

At one point we were driving somewhere and I could see them all in my rear-view mirror--three wide-eyed boys, so cute and so content, pointing out garbage trucks and other varieties of machinery.

And my heart just about burst.

Daily Tweets

• 15:57 ASH barfed on me in the hall on the way to Sunday School. #
• 15:57 Feeling melancholy. Sundays are so sad. I wish someone would just stop by and stay for dinner. #

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Somos Novios

How was I to know that night ten years ago, as I pledged my undying love back to that (unbelievably) cute eighteen-year-old boy, that I really had met my match--my dearest and truest friend?


Now we sit together at night, when all is finally quiet, and laugh at our own little kingdom and the wonder of it all.  I feel such deep contentment.

We dream the same dreams.

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Somos novios

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• 22:04 Nothing sweeter than my baby asking if I'll pray with him. Ahhh. Good day. #

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