Trick or Treat

Trick-or-treating was almost rained out on Saturday, but then a beautiful rainbow appeared in the sky and the weather cleared just in time. Collin and Luke went out with Dad while Owen and I stayed home to pass out candy.

Sunday we had a family party with the grandparents. We fished for spiders in a witch's cauldron, dropped flying ghosts down the stairway, played a game of pumpkin bowling, and ate lots and lots of candy.

My favorite thing was hearing Owen say, "Trick or treat" and "thank you". He talks so cute. Happy Halloween! View our home movie of grandma's party at http://gallery.me.com/amymorby#100105.

Vacuums and Washing Machines and Owen

I don't know what it is, but kids are fascinated with vacuums and washing machines. Today I absent mindedly left the laundry closet doors open, with the lid up to the washing machine. I later returned to find all sorts of things in the washer: a CD, shoes, a toy golf club, a belt, a toy car, slippers, and clean clothes that Owen had taken from his brothers' dresser drawers. I actually didn't get mad at all. I thought it was quite hilarious. You should have seen how funny all those things looked floating in the top of my washer.

In addition to washing all the winter clothes that have been in storage (hand-me-downs, as they are affectionately called), I actually vacuumed the whole house today...for the first time since I moved in. That was back in August, in case you forgot. I was so proud of the rare site of vacuum marks in my carpet that I took a picture of them. I thought, why can't someone knock on my door right now? I knew my house would only be clean for about five minutes.

I meant to take pictures of the entire house and blog them. But I ran out of time, so a photograph of the basement is all I have to show. I'll have to do this house blog in pieces. We call the basement the play room. This is probably because we don't own couches, but we do have a train table, a rocking horse, a basket ball hoop and a bean bag. Maybe one day I'll actually have furniture!

But I love this cute picture of Owen playing with his cash register at the little table in the play room. I try to set out different toys on the table every week. I've found rotating toys like this is helpful. They are more inclined to play with them, and I can put out a toy each day that will help them learn new skills (e.g., lacing cards, puzzles or an alphabet). Anyways, I'll try to post photos of the rest of the house soon. Not that it's that exciting. It's just that some of you have requested it. I'll do my best.

Autumn Leaves

We drove up Ogden Canyon on Saturday to enjoy the autumn leaves. We ended up on the Wheeler Creek Trail. The kids loved throwing rocks in the creek while we walked. I loved the leaves.

I don't think there is anything more beautiful than a mountain full of trees all changing into brilliant colors. I think leaves are my favorite thing in nature. With a close second being the moon.

The other night we watched a sliver of a moon dangling just over the great Salt Lake where the sun had just set and turned the sky pink. It was so beautiful.

Whenever Owen sees the moon he shouts, "Mom! Mom! Moooooon!" I love it. And I love that he loves the moon. Although he also has the same reaction about school buses.

School buses are not beautiful. But they do bring our children home. And I think that's what Owen loves about them. They bring his brother back to him.

Party and Party S'more

S'more cupcakes anyone? We celebrated Luke's 4th birthday with a camping party in our backyard. It was so fun. The kids fished in the wading pool lake, dug in the sandbox for plastic bugs and frogs, painted their own puzzle on jumbo craft sticks, had story time in a tent filled with balloons, played hide and seek, played Duck Duck Moose around the fire pit, then used a compass to look for clues and find a cooler filled with goodie bags.

That night Merritt, Collin and Luke built a fire in our backyard, roasted marshmallows, and slept in a tent we had set up in the backyard. And the next morning we surprised Luke with tickets to the circus. (When I asked Luke what he wanted to do for his birthday he said, "Go camping and go to the circus.") This was good, because we don't need any more toys. Although, my mom did manage to find a train table second hand. Luke has been playing trains non-stop ever since. Love this boy.

Last night I was listening to the prophet speak at the annual General Relief Society meeting, which is on TV and broadcast from SLC. Luke was playing by my side at his train table. When the prophet ended his talk, I had tears in my eyes. Luke asked me if I was crying. I said, no, these are just Holy Ghost tears. The Holy Ghost is telling me that what he is saying is true. Then Luke looked at me and said, "Mom, I know this is Heavenly Father's world."

More tears....and Luke gave me a big hug. This was the first time Luke shared his testimony with me. I'm sure it won't be the last. I'm glad it was on his birthday so I'll remember it. I know even children, and especially children, recognize truth when they hear it. They can feel God's love for them. I am grateful Heavenly Father has entrusted me with three valiant boys. It is a privilege to be their mother. Happy birthday Luke.

Luke Starts Preschool

It was worth moving here just for this preschool. Luke loves teacher Sherrie, and comes home telling me all about the interesting things they are learning. He's only gone to school three times and already he is coming home adding numbers, wanting to read books to me, and telling me all about the science that is happening around us when we go for walks. Today he picked up a red leaf on the ground on our way to the park and said, "Mom! Look! Science is happening to this leaf!"

At school, he's dug for worms and examined them with a magnifying glass, he's seen a tarantula shed it's skin, and he's learned that insects have six legs and spiders have eight. He's collected colored leaves, pine cones, grapes, pears and apples from the trees and can tell me all the different parts of the tree. Teacher Sherrie is just trying to teach them typical preschool stuff, like numbers and colors and how to write their name. But because she uses science to do that, Luke comes home exploding with excitement.

It's like his mind has suddenly become aware of all the things there are to discover and all the things that he can do. He loves to think of questions to write on teacher Sherrie's question board. He loves to sing and to exercise. I love that they are outside a lot of the time. And best of all, I can tell that she genuinely loves Luke and cares so much for the children. I'm so happy and so grateful to have my dear friend and mentor teaching my child.

This is the woman that I've started writing a science book with. Maybe some day we'll actually finish it! Hope so.

By the way, Luke started reading this week. It's so fun. He gets so proud when he figures out each word. I wish I could send him to kindergarten in a year, but he's got two years to go. His birthday is in September, so he'll just be the oldest in his class. I hope there are benefits for this later. Because right now I'm wishing I could send him. People always say it's better to have boys be the older ones in their class, but I'm not so sure. Oh well, too late now.

Oh, and by the way, Collin finally did figure out how to start that fire. Sherrie had walked over to my house after preschool and we were talking in my living room. Next thing I know there is a fire in my stove downstairs and Collin is staring proudly into it. He wasn't feeling so proud when his dad came home, showed him pictures of burn victims on the Internet, then gave him a bare bottom spanking. Poor thing.

I think Merritt was just worried because when he was a little boy he started a fire too, except that it wasn't in a fireplace. It was out in a field and the fire department had to come and put it out. I bet you his dad did the same thing to him. But I didn't ask.

I remember my brother thinking it would be really cool to dip his arrows in gasoline, light them on fire, then shoot them into a dry grass field. I don't remember what happened after that, but I bet you he got in a lot of trouble. What is it with boys and fire? I have a feeling this is not the last time I'll be dealing with this. Ode to mothers of boys.

First Day of First Grade

Collin's teacher seems great and the school is new and nice. He loves eating school lunch, playing at recess and earning stickers for his sticker book. He is also excited because his teacher lets the kids teach the class some times. (They have show and teach instead of show and tell.) At back to school night, his teacher said Collin has excellent handwriting and is a pleasure to have in her class. So far, so good.

Then yesterday Collin came home and said he was getting quite the reputation at school...for eating ants! Apparently, Collin told some kid he had eaten them before (which was news to me) and the kid didn't believe him. So Collin decided he would prove it by eating some more. Problem is, now the word is out and kids are asking him to eat all sorts of things from worms to grasshoppers.

That was yesterday. Tonight I came back from taking Owen for a stroller ride to find Collin and Luke trying to start a fire in the living room. (Merritt was in the backyard building a sand box.) They had loaded up our living room stove with sticks, plugged in a battery charger to an outlet, wrapped a piece of toilet paper around one of the sticks, and stuck it in the battery charger. I guess they figured it was getting hot, and might just get hot enough to start the toilet paper on fire.

Heaven help me.

Yet (call me crazy) I miss Collin when he's gone all day. My little buddy is at school from 8:30 - 4:00! I confess it has seemed a bit lonely to me. The days seem to drag. Luke asks me throughout the day when Collin is going to be home. Owen carries around a miniature toy school bus and looks out the window a lot. When I told Collin that his brothers miss him, he got a big smile on his face. It feels good to be loved.

Permanent Address

I'm 34 and I finally have a permanent address. I can't tell you how good it feels. I love it here. And my family does too. I can tell good things are going to happen here.

A couple of nights after we moved in there was a brief, desert rainstorm followed by this beautiful rainbow. It arched directly above our heads and we could see the colors fade into the mountainside. It felt like a good omen.

Anyways, I took pictures of the rainbow and they show our cute house, with the large cottonwood tree in the front yard. (We can't wait to watch it change colors in the fall and jump in the leaves!)

The pictures also show the view of the mountains from our backyard. I never tire of watching the mountains turn pink as the sun sets. It's my favorite thing about the house. I think the kids' favorite thing is the sand box. They play out there until it's dark. (See Collin's sandman.)

We're so excited to have a house, and grateful to God for leading us here to this beautiful and friendly place. Since I couldn't live in Florence, this definitely feels like the next best thing.

We really like our ward here too. Our kids have great Primary teachers and people are very friendly. We had four neighbors bring us goodies and introduce themselves to us. The kids have made a few friends and have played at neighbor's houses.

And I already have a calling. I was invited to serve as a counselor in the Primary presidency. Of course, I was very excited to get to serve in Primary again. I've been teaching youth Sunday school (ages 12-14) and I loved that too. But you can't beat getting to teach classes with your own children in them.

When the bishopric asked me, I immediately got so excited to be able to again share my testimony of the Savior every week with the children. But I was quickly reminded my first Sunday in Primary that it's really the children who teach me.

A three year old Sunbeam was giving a talk on Jesus' miracles. She gave some examples of things the Savior had done when He was here on the earth. Then she began to testify that Jesus still heals the sick. Jesus still loves the children. Jesus still has power over the earth. Jesus is the Son of God, and He is a God of miracles. I felt the Holy Spirit whisper to me and remind me that this was true. What a blessing for me. These children will bless my life.

This picture is of me and my kids after church on Sunday. (Owen was asleep.) Anyways, thanks to all who helped us get to this point, especially my sister and her husband who let us live in their basement for the last year. And thanks to those who helped us move. Love to all.

Zion with Amber

I was so happy to see my friend Amber. She came to visit us because she was traveling across the country en route to Florida where her husband's family lives. We spent a couple of days in Salt Lake City, then traveled together down to Zion National Park in Southern Utah. We camped and hiked and swam in the river. It was such a good time. It made it tough to part our separate ways again. I wish we could all still live by each other. Miss you Amber.

Sandcastle Birthday Cake

Collin has been waiting to turn six pretty much since he started kindergarten last fall. So today was a big day. We had a pool party with six of his friends to celebrate. (One of them being his little brother; I often need to remind Collin that he is his best friend.) After finger painting with sunscreen, we ate this delicious sandcastle birthday cake. Next, we jumped in the pool for some games and fun in the sun.

We had family over in the evening for Collin's favorite dinner, Hawaiian haystacks. Dad gave Collin a compass, head lamp and camel pack for hiking in the mountains this summer. I gave him a tennis racket and tennis balls. He also got lots of great pool toys and a snow cone maker from the grandparents.

Thanks to all who helped make this a fun day for Collin. Happy birthday Collin! Love you buddy.

Our California Adventure

Grandma took us all to California this past week. It was quite the adventure. The trip started and ended with a 10 hour drive. (Thank goodness for Scripture Scouts. It kept the kids entertained the whole way.) We spent three days in Disneyland, an afternoon at the beach, and also made a day trip to San Diego to visit Sea World.

Collin was the perfect age for Disneyland: old enough to go on most of the rides, and brave enough to try anything once--even the Tower of Terror--but still totally thrilled by the kiddie rides and meeting the Disney characters. It was fun to experience everything through his eyes.

Luke's favorite ride was the Disneyland Railroad...go figure. But the Carousel and Buzz Lightyear were close seconds. Owen seemed to really like It's a Small World, though he couldn't say as much. I'm partial to roller coasters, and have never much been into princesses. But I did meet Mary Poppins. That was a highlight for me.

Collin lost his first tooth at Disneyland. It was likely the same tooth he cut five years earlier at Sea World as a baby. He was so excited.

Luke puked at Sea World. We were pulling into the parking lot after an hour and a half drive from Anaheim to San Diego and out came his breakfast. All over himself and all over the car. When Merritt tried to enter the park with a three-year-old wearing no shirt, his little brother's shorts, and a Mickey Mouse baseball cap they turned him away. No shirt, no service. But all Merritt had to do was show them the plastic bag full of throw up clothes and they waved him in. It's a good thing Sea World sells t-shirts.

My favorite day was Sunday because after church we went to Huntington Beach. My kids were SO excited to be back at the ocean. As usual, Collin headed straight for the water to splash in the waves. And Luke passed the time building sand castles, making friends with everyone on the beach. The smell of salt, the wind in your hair, the sand beneath your feet...it reminded me of home. I called my friend Amber from the beach to tell her I missed her.

That night we rented the movie Blind Side. It was appropriate for Mother's Day I thought. It's supposed to be about football, but it's really more about mothers. How everyone needs one and what can happen if you don't have one...and the difference a good mother can make in a child's life.

That night I told my kids the story of the 2,000 young warriors whose lives had been miraculously preserved because their mothers had taught them to have faith in God and obey His commandments with exactness. It's one of the best stories in the Book of Mormon. I told my boys the most important thing a mother teaches her children is that God is real and that He loves His children. His commandments provide protection, much like armor and a shield and a sword provided protection for the young warriors. A good mother arms her children with faith and knowledge and preparation as she teaches them the gospel of Jesus Christ.

I am thankful for a mother who taught me these things and taught me to cherish my children and find joy in motherhood.

Easter Baskets

Owen's First Birthday

A year ago today I held my baby boy in my arms for the very first time. What a feeling. It's amazing how much you love your children, isn't it?

Our family has enjoyed visiting Wheeler Farm to see the animals. We decided we would do this again for Owen's birthday and plan a farm animal birthday party. We gathered chicken eggs, sang Old MacDonald, played animal charades and read The Big Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown.

The barnyard cake was a lot of fun to make, especially since my Mom and sister Amy were there to help me. Mom as always thought of the perfect gift for Owen, a tee-ball set.

Owen reminds me of Bam Bam from the Flinstones cartoon because he walks around all day carrying a bat. He likes to hit balls with it, but he also hits other things to discover the sounds they make. (If only I could teach him to not hit people!)

He hit the tee-ball again and again, and he could do it all by himself. It was fun for me to watch him be so content and so focused on his sport.

Owen was not shy about trying the cake at all. I couldn't keep his hands off long enough to sing Happy Birthday. He just grabbed a pig cupcake and went for it. Blowing out the candle was almost superfluous.

Happy Birthday BoBo. Love you little man.

Happy New Year

I finally took the Christmas tree down and cleaned my house. It feels better than I thought it would. (I always get sad when it's time to take down the tree.) But the house looks nice. Too bad it will probably only stay this way for about five minutes! Happy new year everyone!