A Sunday in Midway


When Grammy told us they were moving to Heber we were pretty bummed. We took for granted all of the dropping by when we were in the neighborhood + meeting for dinner on a whim. We were so not ready to let them move away from us + were convinced moving was not a good idea. Then they moved + we went for our first real visit. We took back our feelings + fell for Midway in a bad way! IT IS STUNNING up there!! Too beautiful for words. It's like a world away from the world. Although we miss them like crazy, we love going to play. Plus Parley's canyon in the fall is everything wonderful! Grammy is the best cook + the best sword fighter with J. We love making our own glow in the dark golf balls + trash talking our way through king of the green for bomb-diggety prizes made by Grammy. Although we are bummed it's such a drive to visit, we are always glad when we go. We're spending Christmas up there this year + we can't even wait! 310 days until Christmas!!!! Somebody pinch me.


Learning to love the rain


I have never really been a big rain person. I mean, I do enjoy red rain boots, I love Seattle + I've always been a sucker for a kissy rainy movie scene, but when it comes down to literally choosing rain outside or dry inside: inside ALWAYS trumps. A fireplace, a good book, a cute movie + some fuzzy snuggles with the boys? Sign me up. Why would I ever go outside? HA! Soggy socks, or boots, or hair, or muddy car mats, or the way it leaves me with goosebumps for hours after it's all dried up. Why would I do that to myself? I know I sound ridiculous. 

Last week it rained A LOT. One morning when Rigg was taking his nap, Jonah opened a new tin of Pringles + accidentally spilled them out the other end while I was putting away the vacuum from the goldfish.  I won't list the rest of the moments that used up all of my patience that morning, because to be honest, I don't even remember all of them. I just distinctly remember the Pringle escapade + know that that was the last straw. Directly to the rain we went. We couldn't stay inside for one more minute. I was crying, but we opened the garage, looked the rain right in the face + didn't turn back. No shoes = no soggy anything. Problem solved! We played pass with our tennis racquets, stomped the mud + we took turns running out from the garage to see who could last the longest with their eyes closed. We let go. I LET GO. I sobbed. I laughed. I told Jonah I loved him over + over. He was loving life + not sure what to think all at the same time. I can't tell you how good this half hour of rain playing was for my soul. I wrote my feelings in Jonah's journal the minute Jon got home from work, but I wanted to touch about them on here too.

"Are you happy mom?"
"I am happy Jonah! Are you happy?"
"Let me see your smile face."

I couldn't have distinguish laughing from crying nor raining from tired-mom deliriousness if I had tried, but I do know one thing for certain, I need my boys just as much or more than they need me. Being a mother is no easy ball game. If I don't have my focus pointed in the right direction, everything seems much harder than it should be. Why do I hate the rain? Because it inconveniences me + makes me cold. That's the honest embarassing truth. When I finally opened my eyes (or Jonah snapped the last straw), I realized what the rain hype was all about. I had one of those no picture could ever do justice for the way I felt inside moments this day. It was so special for me. I think that this was as heartwarming as it was for me because I put his needs before my own. Before my clean floor + my new socks. We just went without shoes + problem was solved. :) I'm grateful for the reminder to find joy in the simple things. We can overcome our negative feelings by disconnecting our insecurities from our fears + learning to love things that we don't naturally love. It is possible. It's always possible. This is something that my mom taught me my whole life. The rain opened my eyes in a new light + I hope to be able to teach my own children the same thing. I'm also 100% completely convinced that I'm learning more from my boys than they will ever learn from me. xx

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Weekly Lemonade


S W E E T S: dancing in the rain | conference weekend in midway | family pictures with sami jo | aggie - byu game at grandma's house #WINNINGTEAM | first pumpkins picked + the way that jonah calls them pun-tins | the sweetest most thoughtful caring messages during a rough patch via instagram | pumpkin stand with grandma webb + watching jonah pay for his very own | play date with the evans | going back to young women's to watch our camp video, miss those girls so much | boys going to jenson's football game | girls night with morg + grammy during priesthood session | the crater | cinnamon bread for breakfast at great harvest. i swear the butter is always so much better there | sincere friends | crockpot chicken tacos | an overhaul at sephora of fall friendly make up | snail mail | sitting on the heater vent with a blanket 

now, the sours. because I think they are important to document + just as fun to look back on.

S O U R S: craft day with whit where we didn't finish a single blanket - ha! | bummer friends | both boys outgrowing their clothes at the exact same time | forgetting the box of popsicles in the trunk after the grocery store | coming home to a messy house | riggins eating my lipstick | forgetting phone meetings | fall family bucket list is getting behind sched | powdered donut holes | sore knee | jonah biffing it on the skateboard without his helmet on | cold food at city creek | wrong size boots  | broken hair dryer | still no new phone. hence the fuzzzzy as duzzy pics


Rigg the Rockstar


Riggins had his first (technically second) hair cut last weekend.
Bout time we lowered his ears a little - Things were getting craaazaaay!
If you've met Riggs, chances are you've met his amazing cowlicks as well. Lucky you! :)
A bundle of them spin in a circle at the crown of his head, sticking any hair in it's way high to the sky.
In all of my hair doing days, I've never met a head of hair with so much personality.
Except for Chase T. When I was working at the salon, Chase was one of my very first clients.
I remember the first time he sat down in my chair + my heart sank to my toes.
His hair intimidated the c r a p out of me. COWLICK CITY that I was certainly could not be tamed.
But we found him a new do + we were both stoked on it! Such a thrill.
"Business in the front, party in the back!" he would say as he left every 3 weeks.
He rocked his messy David Beckham mullet look at his law office loud + proud. What a stud.

Side view of his Chase special + guess what --- WE LOVE IT.
Rigg you are a ROCKSTAR. We love you + your crazy hairs so much!

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