Easter Weekend

This Easter weekend was a busy one. I am so grateful that Christ conquered the grave so we don't have to be afraid to die (just HOW we will die haha). I know my redeemer lives! Now on to the festivities.

Easter egg hunt at Gogo's. Sam was searching his little heart out.

Help from Gogo

10 of the 14 grandkids

Mollie actually sat by herself for a minute or two. Isn't she cute?

Bastian's rear.

Speaking of rears, Becky, Brooklynn and I wrote a song about them on Saturday night. I've chosen not to blog it. I've got to have some standards I suppose.

Easter Sunday. I honestly cannot even stand it how cute Mollie looks in her Easter outfit.

Cute cousins at the King Easter party.

My mom with the babies. Look at those blank stares. She must have just told one of her "no pun intended" jokes. Love you Don :)


Happy Easter.

7 months old

My little Mollie is 7 months old today.
Mollie's pink eye shiner (taken yesterday)

At 7 months old Mollie IS:
-The sweetest baby girl I have ever met
-The most beautiful " "
-The most smiley " "


Mollie IS NOT:
-sitting up yet
-crawling
-sleeping through the night (PLEASE let that start happening soon!!!)

Mo Money Mo Problems

We got our tax return.

It is being divided up into savings, paying off our debt, and with what little bit is left over Devin and I get to each have a small sum to do with whatever we want. My small sum is stressing me out.

I know this sounds crazy, but I really don't like having money. Well, just extra money I guess. When we have enough to pay our bills with not much left over, I don't have to worry about what to do with the rest. But now that I have some monetary freedom, my mind is going at a thousand miles per hour!

There are things I definitely need that I have been putting off buying, like new contacts, for example. I have been wanting a double stroller for a while, and a new camera would definitely be nice since ours is slowly dying. One thing I definitely need is some help for my wardrobe. Losing this baby weight is great, but now I have a condition known as "baggy britches."No, those are not men's shorts even though they look like it. No, that is not sweat on my back. I dried my hands on my shirt after washing them for the millionth time to keep from getting pink eye. Yes, I self-timed this picture of myself.

I am also thinking a lot lately about food storage. A lot. It is weighing on my mind and I know it is a priority. Mollie also needs new clothes because she is almost outgrowing her 9 month pajamas (she is 7 months old tomorrow). Sam needs new shoes and summer clothes.

Do you see why this is a hard decision for me?!

What would you buy?




On another note, my Maw-Maw and Paw-Paw left today. I miss them.

The Sick House

That is what we are calling our current house. It seems like ever since we moved here in February we cannot seem to kick sickness. First it was the flu, then pneumonia, and now pink eye. Thankfully only one of us has it, but sadly it is little Mollie.
Mollie's sick face. This was before we knew she had pink eye.

I am washing my hands like a madwoman trying to keep this infection from spreading. I pray we can all be well in time to have a fun Easter weekend!

What We Do

The other day my soon-to-be-stay-at-home-mom sister, Whitney, asked me, "What do you do all day?" My first thought was, "What do I do all day?" Here is my answer.

Big

Growing up, I was always big compared to my older sister. She was petite and feminine while I was thick and surly. Even though she is more than 2 years older than me, I was never able to borrow her clothes (even though I sometimes did when I definitely shouldn't have. Her skirts were more like loin cloths on me).



I think Mollie has inherited my healthy childhood huskiness, with the same issue of having a petite older sibling.



At least Mollie won't be asking to borrow Sam's clothes.

Conference

4 years ago Devin and I went to General Conference in Salt Lake City. The thing that sticks out most to me about that experience (besides Devin and Scott playing "that's what she said" the entire drive up and laughing so hard they almost threw up), was the way the choir sounded in the conference center. The music echoed so loudly that you could feel it in your chest. I remember thinking that I'm sure heaven will sound just like that.

Hearing it on TV is not nearly the same as hearing it live. Sam is 2, so he of course did not pay attention to conference whatsoever, except to point out the trees that were shown outside the temple at the start of each session. When the choir sang, however, Sam actually stopped playing with his cars and listened.

Being at home all day and having the TV on all day makes having snacks a necessity. Since I am on the Maker's Diet (only 13 more pounds to lose!) I made these:


Don't they look like real cookies? I made a dozen. Guess how many I ate. A dozen. (I tried to share them but Devin doesn't like anything that appears to be healthy and Sam didn't think they were that great. Yes I ate the rest of his cookie that he had taken a bite out of. There is no stopping me when cookies are around. Wow I am still going on about cookies).

Here is how you make them:

2 ripe bananas
2 cups uncooked rolled oats
1 tsp. vanilla
1/4 cup coconut or olive oil
1 cup raisins

Blend bananas, vanilla, oil, and 1 cup oats together in the blender until smooth. Add the other cup of oats and raisins to the mixture. Form into 12 balls and place on cookie sheet. Flatten with spoon. Cook at 350 degrees for 10 minutes.

The End.