Wednesday, September 7, 2011

My Boys

I am so blessed to be MOM to these 4 sweet little boys. I love them each so much!

Sunday, May 1, 2011


Friday, February 18, 2011

Announcing...the fourth noisy boy!!

We welcomed our fourth baby boy just a couple of weeks ago. Meet our sweet little Henry. Okay so maybe he's not so little. He was 9 pounds 4 ounces and 22 inches long. He was born by c-section and has been just a perfect little bundle of joy to our family.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Where does the time go?

Well hello my dear little neglected blog. I thought I would at least put some updated info and pictures of my sweet family since it has been so long, so very long.
Last week Randy checked another item off his bucket list when we went to Notre Dame to watch his UTES play. It was a dream vacation for him and everything was perfection...except for the game. Randy got to see so many things he has loved since he was a child. He is a football junkie and knows so much history of the game, so Notre Dame football is a big deal to him. We got to see a lot of things that mean a lot to him and he was just like a kid on Christmas morning. I love that he gets so excited about things. I just wish that darn football team of his would have given us a good game to watch.

This is us in front of the Knute Rockne entrance to the stadium.
Here we are standing in front of "touchdown Jesus", an icon at Notre Dame. You can see it from inside the stadium, like Jesus is overlooking the game.

Randy loves Eric Weddle. We stood and watched him and some other important football people inside the tunnel chatting, but then when we went to go to get some grub he was standing right there. I walked over to him and he was chatting with 3 other jockish looking guys. I asked him if we could get a picture with him. He was so friendly and loved it. Well, I wanted to be in the photo too, so I just asked the guy he was talking to if he would take the picture for us. It then became apparent that the other guy was someone "important". They all joked and razzed him for being Eric's photographer. I think he must have been a more important NFL player than Weddle, but hey to me he was just a guy to snap a photo. Weddle and Randy then chatted for a minute about our kids and playing for the Chargers and stuff. That was cool for Randy, and for me. The thing that got me was that so many of the football players are so small in stature. I was standing right next to an NFL player, and even if I wasn't 7 months pregnant I still would have been bigger than him. That was weird to me. I just figured the guys that got to the NFL would all be 6'5" and at least 250 lbs. That Weddle is just a little guy.
This is inside the stadium before the teams came out. In the distance you can see "touchdown Jesus" and to the left the "golden dome" another Notre Dame important spot.

This was the best part of coming home. Seeing our sweet little angels. I missed them so much, but I never worried about them because I knew they were being well taken care of. Thanks to Weezy (Aunt Alisa) and family and Grandma and Grandpa Huff. They broke Max of his bottle while we were gone. Isn't that what family is really do the hard parenting for you. haha.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Is it really so wrong?

Is it really so wrong that I get a total gut-chuckle when I see this picture of Luke. After I posted the last picture of him on the rollercoaster at Legoland, I remembered this picture. This was taken two years ago atop a cliff at Captitol Reef. I was waiting in the car, the teeny tiny car that you can see in the distance, whilst the boys hiked to the top of this mountain. The wind was blowing really hard and Luke was convinced he was going to blow off the top of the mountain.
I really thought Luke was the brave child, but I guess his tough-guy exterior sometimes breaks and we see what the heck he really thinks.
So, is it really so wrong that I bust up over this picture and the rollercoaster picture?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

What a Blast!

So this is what we did on our Spring Break. We went to San Diego, this was at Legoland. I think my children thought they were in heaven. Okay, most of the time Luke thought he was in heaven, maybe at this particular moment he wasn't thinking heaven.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

It's Great to be 8!

What a little heartbreaker! I'm just crazy about this kid.I can't believe our baby Jack is 8. It seems like he was just born, but then again it seems like he has always been a part of our lives. Jack is such a special sweet boy, and we love him so much. Some of the things Jack enjoys right now as an 8 year-old are:
playing with his brothers (he is the most patient and loving big brother)
playing the Wii and DSi
doing karate (he just got his purple belt)
playing the piano (okay, I like this one more than he does, but he tries to comply with my wishes)
writing stories and illustrating them
reading books (right now he is reading Percy Jackson)
riding his bike and jumping on the trampoline
playing basketball (this is a new-found pleasure and I am happy about that)
sewing (yes I said sewing, he recently became interested after watching me involved at the machine with my endless projects and last week finished his first project--a space pillowcase for his bed)
and many other 8 year-old boy activities.

Last week Jack was baptized and we had a great day celebrating his decision. He has worked so hard to get ready for this and everything went off without a hitch. Well, that is unless you call being locked out of the church in a frosty spring snow storm a hitch. I always say its things like that that make memories even more memorable. I will forever envision all of us huddled next to the church in dresses and suits with umbrellas (for some) with really wet snow pounding us sideways. The people without umbrellas were really wet, but all was resolved quickly when someone was kind enough to bring us the keys.

I just love this kid and can't imagine life without him. He is such a sweet and kind kid and melts my heart everyday, even now that he thinks he is all grown up.

I will post later about a special gift Jack was given on this great day. Chirp chirp, there's your clue.