Mom Ears





The other night I woke up to the word “Mom” being whispered in the dark. I opened my eyes expecting to see a child standing before me at the side of the bed. But there was no child.

Again, I heard the softest whisper “Mom” – almost like an exhale. This time I looked to the doorway. Sometimes the kids won’t come in if the door is closed. But the door was opened, and no one was there.

“What?” I asked aloud, trying to get the little love to come to me. The only response was a grunt from Wyatt as he rolled over in his sleep.

I lay in the dark trying to decide if I was dreaming. Then I remembered the kids were all outside sleeping on the trampoline. But surely they weren’t calling me. It was too quiet of a whisper. My exhausted self wanted to roll over and just go back to sleep. But what if the kids needed me? It was too much. I stood and went to my window to look out across the yard.

On the trampoline I saw one lone child sitting up, stirring. “That’s weird.” I said to myself. I swear the “mom” I heard belonged to Roo, but the child sitting up looked to be Everett.

I went around the house to the sliding door, went into the back yard, where I heard two soft little wimpers.

“Is everyone okay?” I asked. Then Roo, turned around and his wimpers turned to tragic sobs. “I’m cold. I want to go in” he cried.

I brought Roo in, cleaned him up (he’d had an accident) and tucked him safely into bed between Wyatt and I, where he promptly fell back to sleep.

But I lay awake in the darkness.

When my SIL Karen was expecting her first baby, she asked a bunch of moms what baby monitor we recommended. I told her to not worry about it. Her mom-ears would make it so she would hear EVERYTHING – even if the baby was 3 doors down the hallway. Months later, after the baby came, she confirmed my prediction – she did indeed hear everything.

It’s the mom ears that make it so moms don’t really sleep a full night, even if the kids don’t need particular help. You just hear them.  ALL. THE. TIME.

But as I lay in the dark, I thought about the exhaled “Mom” I’d heard earlier. It was so soft. So very very soft.

Was it soft because I was hearing it across a yard and an exterior wall?  Were my mom ears really that good?

No, I don’t really think so. I’m pretty sure it was the Holy Ghost waking me up to let me know my little Roo Boo needed me. I know Heavenly Father adores this little guy, and probably didn’t want him to have to shiver all night on the trampoline, so He woke me up to help him.

I’m glad I did.

The River





  An exciting thing has happened at the cabin this week – On Monday we were there, playing at the river by the entrance into our HOA. The river frontage is owned by the HOA, and people swim/play/bridge jump next to the bridge. But the old bridge (like from 40 years ago) was broken up and left on the side of the {new?} bridge, and there it has sat . . . for 40 years.

On Monday, when were there I said to Wyatt (again) how much I wished they’d break this old bridge up and get rid of it. It’s sharp concrete corners and exposed rebar made me nervous with the littles climbing on it while they played at the river.

Well, yesterday (Saturday) we went up to the cabin again. And guess what? That whole old bridge had been broken up and hauled away. They had cleared a giant area near the bridge of brush and wreckage, and made a nice, level beach (word is they’re bringing in sand later this week). Also, they dredged the river, so now instead of being 3 1/2 feet at the deepest point, so only the little kids could jump off the bridge- now it’s about 9 feet deep right under the bridge, and then gets shallower from there.

But now it’s plenty deep for even adults to swim and play. I had the kids there for 3 hours yesterday, playing and goofing off. Olivia and Calvin both jumped of the bridge, and they all had fun playing with the tube and collecting rocks and making mud pies on the banks.




I asked Olivia to look at me for a picture, and this is what she did . . . silly silly goose.

Big River





Last year I read the little lovelies Tom Sawyer.

And then a few months ago I found this golden find at the DI – and promptly made the children watch it on our first trip to the cabin.

So when I heard Hale Center Theater was playing BIG RIVER I knew I had to take the kids (well, just Olivia and Calvin. I figured they’d be the only ones old enough to sit through it – though Everett is really close).

We had such a good time. It was a wonderful performance and the kids enjoyed comparing the play to the movie and talking about Tom Sawyer (we haven’t read Huck Finn yet).

The most moving part of the play for me was when the black actors came out in their slave attire and sang a spiritual. I almost lost it. I’ve seen movies with black folks in slave garb, but seeing it in person really brought home the reality of that horrible evil. I felt a genuine sadness for the sins of that generation; what a wicked practice, the effects of which are still being felt today.

4th of July Weekend




DSC_0198DSC_0200DSC_02044th of July weekend was a bit mixed up. We went to the Rodeo on Friday night, and then because our friend Kirtland was getting baptized bright and early Saturday morning, we didn’t spend Saturday at the cabin. Instead, after the baptism we puttered around the house until that evening our friends the Dooms came over and the kids watched a movie while the adults sat and chatted. Sunday after church we headed back to the cabin for a day of R&R – we spent Monday at the river and playing around at the cabin. Monday evening we went to BBQ at the Engh’s house and then back to our house for some street fireworks. DSC_0149DSC_0158DSC_0171DSC_0090DSC_0097DSC_0110DSC_0121DSC_0079

But we went to the pool




This is a picture of the kids at the pool two summers ago (2014) – I took the kids to the pool today, but not my camera.

Today during swimming lessons I text Wyatt:

I’m so stressed out, I want to hide in the basement and cry.

And then he called me to see if I was okay. I started to cry.

The past couple weeks we’ve missed the mark on not being “busy.” I’ve been going from one thing to the next to the next from sun-up to sun-down. And when I manage to cross one thing off my list, five more things instantly jump right back on.

So when he called I told him all the things I have that need to be done – everything from laundry to packing to getting a gift for the baptism this weekend. He told me to calm down and just take the kids to the pool like I’d promised . . . days ago.

Trouble is, I didn’t want to. How could I go to the pool and just sit when I had a billion things to do at home?

It took every ounce of self discipline I had to put the kids in the car and go. Right up to the very last moment I was reconsidering.

But we went to the pool.

And Nat-O-potato was THRILLED to walk up and down the steps of the shallow pool. He slid down the slide and sipped drinks of chlorinated water to his little hearts content.

And Andrew was so excited to practice his blowing his bubbles and showing me his star fish swimming moves!

And Everett jumped off the diving board for the very first time. No one to help him. Jump, surface, swim. He’s crossed over to a swimming kid now.

And Calvin jumped off the lower diving board a dozen times or so, and even learned to do flips! And then he braved the high dive several times!

And Olivia Claire jumped off the high dive a dozen times, no hesitation, just summer fun!

And in the end I was glad I went.