Thursday, August 27, 2009

oh so difficult...

Yesterday, Ruby announced to me..."mom, my life is just so difficult".

I don't understand little one.
I'm still trying to figure out what,
in your three year old life,
could be so arduous and burdensome.
Trying to decide which princess dress to wear for the day?
Oh I know, decisions are the worst.
Having thousands of toys at your fingertips?
I understand, that must be pretty overwhelming.
How about having a mom who will drop everything to sit out in the sweltering heat and blow bubbles with you?

Poor, poor little must be really tough being in your shoes.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

my inspiration...

John has served as the Elder's Quorum president in our ward for going on 2.5 years now. Throughout this period of time, I have witnessed him, first hand, give his whole heart and soul to this calling. He spends hours each week holding presidency meetings, visiting the Elders and their families, conducting PPI's, and attending other ward and stake meetings. He is passionate about what he does, and always gives more than is required or even expected. He loves the Elders in his quorum. He takes an avid interest in their undertakings and pursuits. He does his best to strengthen them in their weak moments. He prays for them...even pleads for their happiness and well-being. He does all of this, free of ulterior motives...solely and completely out of love. I have never met anyone as genuine and guileless as John. (He's going to kill me for this post. Good thing he hardly ever looks at the blog..haha).
Another goal he consistently strives to achieve, is for the quorum to be unified. It's his deepest desire for each individual to feel important. To feel loved. To be fellowshipped and friendshipped. In fact, he is constantly working his brain to come up with new and fun activities...activities that might serve in bringing unity and brotherhood to the Elders and their families. Everything from pot luck socials (we do lots of these), to video game parties, and dessert nights. We did horseback riding once, coupled with hot dogs and s'mores. A couple months back, we had a concert night where a few elders (possessing musical capability) were invited to take the stage and showcase their talents. He and his presidency try to plan some sort of activity or social almost every month...and they don't let their budget of $50 per year (yeah, I said 50 bucks), deter them from meeting this objective.
Most recently, we all went to a Diamondbacks game. Sixteen families (52 people) met up at the lightrail station which dropped off pretty close to the stadium. We all purchased inexpensive tickets (nosebleeds) in the same section, and enjoyed a fun summer evening baseball game together.

I'm grateful to my John for everything he teaches me. I watch him in his callings, I watch him in his profession, I see him as a father and husband; and I'm proud to say that I am rarely (if ever) disappointed with the choices he makes, or in the way he conducts his life. Through his example alone, I am inspired to do more in my church calling. I am inspired to be a better mother and a better wife. He makes me want to do more with my life, work harder at my endeavours, and find something good in everything...

My only hope is that someday, he'll be able to say the same about me.

Here are a few pics from our most recent activity to the Diamondbacks game...

Ruby asleep on the lightrail...on the way TO the game.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

mister muscles...

Immediately following his birth, one of the first things I noticed about our new little Asher (who in fact was not all that little), was his strength. As the nurse carried him over to the scale, I was shocked to see that his little neck was strong enough to support his head as he gazed around the room. He rolled over for the first time when he was only a week old, and his legs have been strong enough to support his body from the very beginning (he's really wobbly, though, else he'd have been walking months ago). I can't count the number of comments I have heard with regards to his strength. From "oh, he's going to be a football player" (we've all heard that one) to "oh man, he reminds me of one of those circus strong man characters" (not such a common one), and everything in between...we've heard it all.

circus strong man Pictures, Images and Photos

The other night as I walked in the door from mutual, I was surprised to find Asher clad in Ruby's white dance leggings (thanks to my niece, Karen). I was joking that he looked like a little gymnast; and thought, just for kicks, that I'd take him over to the pull-up bar...never imagining that he would actually grab on to it, and then be able to hang from it for more than 10 seconds. I was so proud.

Friday, August 21, 2009

meet nephew...

This is my newest nephew, Dean Louis.

He is perfect in every way. Tiny (6lb 12oz at birth), and beautiful, with soft light brown hair, and smooth delicate skin...almost like velvet to the touch. And that smell. Nothing beats the sweet, fresh scent of a newborn babe. I feel so blessed to have been able to go to Utah - just a day after his birth - to see him, and hold say hello, and then (too quickly) to have to say goodbye. Kim and Christian have since moved to Pearland, TX (a suburb of Houston) to study medicine at Baylor University. It makes me sad to think of the time that will pass before I get to see nephew again. By then he won't be so tiny, and new, and fresh, and delicate...

But I have no doubt he'll still be beautiful...and perfect in every way.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

dear asher,

Happy Birthday, little love. It seems strange that an entire year has come and gone since I witnessed your miraculous birth. When I first saw you, I couldn't believe what a big boy you were. Your birthmom quickly became my newest hero. I don't know if either of us will ever fully understand the extent of sacrifice she made for you...for us. One day, when you're old enough, we will tell you the whole, beautiful story. For now, all I really want for you to understand is how much you are loved. I hope you always know and can feel, the magnitude and degree of love your mommy has for you. It reaches to the depth and breadth of my entire being. Without you, my world would be utterly and entirely...incomplete.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

hi, my name is ruby...

and I'm a good, good dancer.

Ruby had her very first dance lesson today. She and I have been anticipating this day for quite sometime now. I have always loved to dance, and although I've never been that great at it, dance has always been one of my greatest passions. I can tell (and could from pretty early on) that Ruby possess that same flair for music and rhythm...and is pretty good at expressing herself through movement and motion. I know, she's only 3, she's no superstar; but I can tell that there's something there...the potential to be great. My every hope and expectation was far surpassed as I peered through the large window, and caught glimpse of my little princess, who was totally and completely in her element. I watched her tap, and point, and gracefully move her arms in huge dramatic circling motions. She was beaming...and so was I, and it showed, because I literally could not take my eyes off of my sweetheart for an entire hour. I watched with pride as she followed instruction given by her teachers, and I could tell she was fascinated, and inspired by them. When class was over, she was eager to inform me that "Miss Jennifer was so nice...and she didn't even bite!" I noticed that Miss Jennifer had given all the little dancers a stamp; but before I could get close enough to read the bold "Let's Dance!" that marked her chubby left hand, Ruby was quick to inform me that it read "Hi, my name is Ruby, and I'm a good, good dancer!"

"Of course that's what it says" I agreed, "Because - yes, my sweet - you are a good, good dancer".

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

his very first...


A month or two ago, we decided to hop aboard a Phoenix Valley Metro and take Asher to his first Pro-Baseball game. Our very own Arizona Diamondbacks beat the San Diego Padres 6-5. Of course, we didn't stay to see the final score...that would have been way past little mister's bed time.

Waiting to catch the light rail...

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It's pretty obvious from the pictures of Ruby at the metro station, that she was pretty leery of going to the game. I think the last time we went, she was too young to remember how much fun she had. However, after eating her very own hot dog, having a few sips of mom's Diet Coke, indulging in her fair share of cheesy nachos, and a few rounds of Take Me Out to the Ball Game, I think it's safe to conclude that she had finally caught the baseball fever...
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Saturday, August 1, 2009

just dance...

We signed Ruby up for dance today. She starts lessons in two weeks. It's a beginning combo class, which incorporates tap, ballet, and tumbling. She has been beyond excited. Every day she asks, "Mom, can I go meet my dance teacher? I want to do my hips and tap, and ride the bus to dance. Mom, can I ride the bus to dance?"...this girl is too funny for words.

We've been having some crazy dance-off parties around here the past few days...I don't know, do you think she's ready???

Little mister Ash man thinks he's ready...

maybe we'll just focus on getting him walking first.