My Prophet

It has taken me a week to write a post to honor President Hinckley because I felt like words just do not suffice how I feel for him.

I rememeber the day when President Hunter died. I was up before the sun getting ready for seminary. I can feel myself standing in front of the bathroom mirror and I can hear the radio alarm in my Mom's room playing country music. The song was over and the DJ came on and said that the President of the LDS church had died. I was so surprised. It made me remember the time when I was in the first grade and telling my friends in the lunch line that the Prophet had died and they looked at me like I was crazy. From a young age, even when our family was less active and did not participate, I knew how important the President of Our Church was.

Last Sunday night I went over to a friends home and she told what had happened. My heart broke because I would never hear him speak again and I was so happy for his reunion with Sister Hinckley.

President Hinckley was a beacon for me through all my formative years. His optimisim, tenderness towards people, humor, kindness, and love always bolstered me up and he filled me with hope. He was my prophet. I love and miss him.

I have so much to post!

I don't know what to do. I still have our trip to Texas and all kinds of fun things we did during the holidays and I have not posted a single thing about any of it. I will get it them sometime!

Here is a couple pics from our trip to Disneyland which was really fun! I think we are going twice next week, too!

You will never believe who we saw there.....

Yep! Thanks to Melanie who spotted her! Who made Paris Hilton a celebrity anyway?!

Besides the LAME celebrity appearance. We had all kinds of fun!

I Want To Be A Two Year Old!

Getting mommy's mascara and unraveling a roll of dental floss.



Sneaking Daddy's Ipod and listening to Gwen Stefani.



Screaming and crying when you don't get your way.

Sticking your hands in fruit dip and eating.

Pile up your blankets and cuddling up wherever you want.

Stealing from the candy dish and running upstairs.

Saving The Best For Last

Wearing nothing but bowboy boots and actually looking cute!

Daddy's Girl

Snuggling in Bed On A Saturday Morning

Berry/Flaxseed Smoothies...

Are Messy!

Then You Get To Take A Bath In The Kitchen Sink!

The Day You Were Born....

This is post is a day late.

This day brought an unbeliveable amount of pain but even more joy! Our baby girl was born. There could not be a sweeter blessing than a sweet baby. This journey has taken us to come amazing places and we can't wait to see what the future will bring!

Mommy and Daddy LOVE you Noellie!

Where has the time gone?

Chirstmas Eve

Of course we had a great Christmas Eve with great food, presents to open, and people we love.

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Here is a self portrait. Don't mind the food all over her shirt. She just had to take a 'piturrrrr'!

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Auntie and Unc got Noelle this mechanical puppy and she is in LOVE. I am so upset that I did not get a video of her down in front of the puppy giving it kisses while it barked. SO CUTE!

Sniff...Sniff...

I just came down from rocking Noelle and putting her to bed and my thoughts wandered to this poem...

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, empty the dust pan, poison the moth, hang out the washing and butter the bread, sew on a button and make up a bed.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking? She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

Dishes are waiting and bills are past due (pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo).

The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew and out in the yard there's a hullabaloo but I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.

Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue? (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow, for children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.

So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.

I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.

This is true, babies don't keep. When the clock strikes 2:28 am, Noelle will be two years old. I can scarcely believe how the time has gone. What used to be my precious little bumble who wanted nothing more than to nurse and snuggle, now just wants to run and jump and get into all kinds of trouble. Despite all of the work I thank the Lord for sending me this precious angel.

Christmas Morning!

Santa made it to our house and brought us some great gifts. We hope you got a visit from him, too!

Our Tree, notice very few ornaments. We just decided to not even deal with trying to keep Noelle away from them.

Trying it out...

She even sat on it to open her gifts.

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MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My Favorite Place In The World

Family Pictures!

It is 1:40 in the AM and I cannot sleep. I took a little snooze on the couch after church and this always happens to me when I do that. On Saturday afternoon we went to the beach and had family pictures done. It was freezing cold, there were hurricane force winds, and Noelle skipped lunch and her nap. This was a recipe for disaster if there ever was one. Luckily Noelles favorite place on the whole planet is the beach and so she had a lot of fun playing. Who knows how the posed family ones will turn out, but the candids are great. Heather sent me a few to sneak peak and here they are......