Monthly Archives: June 2017

The Start of Summer




One big problem that I haven’t figured out the solution to yet is busyness.

How do I not run every day from one activity to the other while still providing opportunities for my children to grow, memories to bind us together as a family, and keep our household and lives running smoothly?

If you know, please tell me.

In the mean time – we’re roughly 3 weeks into summer. Here are a few memories so far:


With our 9 passenger suburban we can take friends with us to the cabin. On this day we took up a couple extra kid-o’s to catch frogs and have fun with us! PS- Notice Maverick in the upper left picture šŸ™


Calvin finished up baseball with a batting derby. It was fun, and Cal got some really good hits!


I got to spend a day up at scout camp with the boys. It was so much fun!


We discovered another park in Draper. It’s a lot of fun.


Everett started baseball for the summer, and Roo drew him this wonderful picture in excitement for him.

We got a pool pass to the Draper pool for the summer. Draper pool is beautiful – on one side you can see the mountains, on the other side you can see the valley. They play great music over the loudspeakers (life needs background music!) And there are lots of shade awnings for sitting under. But . . . the pool is kinda lame – there’s no slides or play equipment for the little kids, no, waterslides – nothing but water. I guess the kids will get really good at just swimming.

Olivia and Nate got matching tattoos and took selfies to preserve the evidence.


Everett got braces. Whaaaaaa? Seriously!

A Very Sad Day




The kids saying goodbye to their puppy. There were lots of tears.

Our sweet puppy, Maverick, got very sick. We figured he ate something (he was always eating socks and other things on the floor) and was having trouble passing it. We waited for a few days to see if he would get better. Finally we took him into the vet. Ā He was really so sick.

At that point they x-rayed him and found that he had eaten a screw. They wanted to watch him for 24 hours, get him hydrated, and see if he could pass it on his own.

The next day he still hadn’t passed it, and now his internal organs were beginning to swell. They needed to do surgery. But the vet also thought that Maverick would likely do it (eat something he shouldn’t that could cause problems) again and again.

We decided to give him the surgery and then adopt him to a new family (a single woman who is also a vet, and friend of the vet who took care of Maverick) so that he would be in a home where there just wouldn’t be anything on the ground.


It was such a hard couple days for our family. And now that it’s been a few months, I’m still so sad when I think about him. I know he’s in a great home where he can be watched over, but we sure loved our little Mavi!

The End of An Era





We limped most painfully along to the end of the school year.

On the Sunday before Memorial day ( two weeks before the official dismissal of school) I told the kids that if they didn’t want to go to school I wouldn’t make them.

No one took me up on that though.

I just never felt like I got my feet underneath me after the move. Our stuff may be settled in the new home, but life is still very unsettled.

I didn’t even get a picture of the kids on the last day of school.

We read scriptures and I shooed them out the door one last time. “No, I won’t drive you, you can walk.” And off they went. And when they came home, a picture didn’t even cross my mind till long after they had scattered to play.

So that evening I made Olivia let me take a few pictures of her (she was very annoyed). If nothing else, I needed a picture of Sunshine –

for it was . . .

her last day of Elementary school.

And during those last two weeks when I could hardly catch my breath with the annoyance of trying to finish out the year, I would stop myself, and try to remember . . . this is the end of the era.

The end of my baby Olivia.

For next year she will brave the malodorousĀ halls of middle school, and her life will change forever. And my life will change too. And the tragedy of it really does rip my heart out. Why are these years going so fast?

Summer Chores




Here’s a sampling of the chore charts I’ve made for the summer, as well as “Cleaning Cards” that will get framed and put in each room so the kids know to what standard I expect things to be done. The kids are pretty darn good at picking things up, and even vacuuming and sweeping. But we’re going to kick things up a notch this year! šŸ˜‰

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Unto Us A Dream





On the 15th of May I received a text message from my mom: Uncle Bob had a stroke the evening before.

Things looked good though. They were able to get him to the hospital fairly quickly. She’d keep us up to date, but there was little we could do but wait for the time being.

On Tuesday I thought about going to visit, but with small children I determined that Wednesday would be a more likely option.

On Wednesday things took a turn for the worse though, and we were told no visitors. My mom came up from St. George.


On Thursday they decided that life saving measures would prolong his life, but never return it’s quality. It was likely he would need high amounts of care. His wife, Robin, decided it was best to let him pass.

On Thursday afternoon I went and said goodbye. He passed away early Friday morning.


The whole thing felt so very surreal – the whole week. With the first text I thought all would be all right. He was only 59 years old. I thought surely he’d have a road of recovery – but that recovery was imminent.

When Robin decided to let him go, I had mixed feelings. Cognitively I understood her position. I understood his, for it was his wish to not have intervening measures when quality of life would be so greatly diminished.

Still, it felt calloused to simply let him go when there was more that could be done. I wondered at the sanctity of life, the very sacred nature of that gift. When I went to say goodbye to him in the hospital his breathing was labored and thick . . . rattling. They said because without intervention he was basically slowly drowning in his own fluids. I wish I hadn’t seen that. Inside I felt a panic that I should do something for him. But there was nothing to do but watch.

And so I didn’t stay.


His funeral was beautiful, just like his life. Stories were told of his wild and mischievous youth, of the adventures, and the development of character that brought him to be a disciple of Christ.

My favorite line from the funeral was the statement: “Do not mistake meekness for weakness.”


I think I did that to him sometimes. I thought his kindness, his never ending supply of patience, perhaps were evidence of a weaker soul who wouldn’t stand for right. I realized at the funeral that it was never weakness, it was trust in the Lord and His timing with people’s souls.

In the days since the funeral I’ve thought a lot about Uncle Bob. It’s clear I never really knew him. I feel bad about that. I hope I will get a chance someday to remedy it.

It is painful to watch the world change. As I’ve seen the morning light on the mountains, or the hot summer weather return, I’ve thought about how this is now a world without Bob. It feels suddenly less secure than it did before – the things I’ve always counted on, things from my childhood, like the Herzog Family – those things I never considered would ever change. It brings me back to Jacob every time:

our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream.