Thursday, April 29, 2010


On March 21, 2007, I began my employment at the LDS Church. I was fresh out of college and wanted to prove to myself that I could be a contributing member of the workforce. Logan was a month shy of his first birthday, and I promised myself I would only work a year, tops. My deepest desire was to be a stay-at-home mom, but I worried that if I did not do this now, I probably never would.

3 years and 7 weeks later, I am finally ready to come home. In that time, I have worked 4402 hours on 36 different projects. I have worked as an intern, a contractor, a part-time employee and a full-time employee, though not in that order. When I began work in 2007, my team consisted of 5 people. Since then it has grown to 12. I can honestly say I have had some of the best co-workers possible.

Logan is now 4, and Savannah has never known what it's like to have a mom who doesn't drop her off at least once a week. Countless friends and family have helped watch my kids so I can work. I cannot thank you all enough for your help. The most difficult thing about being a working mother is finding someone you trust who is willing to take your children into their home and care for them as their own for 9 and 10 hours a day. Those of you who have accepted this task (you know who you are)--I could not have done it without you. I will forever be indebted to you. I always told myself that when I was in a position to do so, I would pay it forward and offer to care for anyone's children while they worked if they needed it. Starting tomorrow, I'm ready! Just let me know!

Though I have mixed emotions about quitting my job, I know that this is the right thing for my family at this time. I am still trying to figure out what it is that I am supposed to do with my time. I would love your suggestions and advice, but I might have to save that discussion for another blog post. In the meantime, I am just going to enjoy being unemployed... as of 5 pm TODAY!

Monday, April 26, 2010

My baby and her baby

Savannah is now at the age where she imitates everything I do. When we started babysitting her infant cousin a few months ago, Savannah finally realized what it was she was supposed to do with all those baby dolls. (Prior to this realization, they were primarily used as weapons.) Now she carried her baby with her everywhere. She feeds it, bathes it, puts it to sleep, and wipes its bum. It warms my heart to see her mimic me with such precision... until she chucks the doll across the room. Those are some of my less proud moments.


Chilly hunting

It's time to play catch up on the blog. Let's begin with Easter. We attended several Easter egg hunts, including the city hunt bright and early Saturday morning. It was freezing that day, and we had to wait in the cold 25 minutes because they were running behind. In the end, Logan and Savannah ended up with about 5 eggs combined. Logan probably would have had more, but he and I were running up and down the sidewalk trying to stay warm, which put us at a disadvantage when the horn blew and we were 30 feet from the grass. It's not like we needed the candy anyway and the kids still had fun, so I count it as a success!



Monday, April 19, 2010



Dear Logan,

Today you turn four. I can hardly believe it has been four years already since the day you joined our family. It seems like it was just yesterday, yet I can hardly remember what life was like before you were in it. You are such a sweet and sensitive little boy. I know I can always count on you for a hug and some cuddle time. You are incredibly creative and curious; I love how inventive you are with your blocks and building toys. You share your dad's love of sports, especially golf and football. You already have your own set of golf clubs and have played many times on the course.

Your favorite foods are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and quesadillas. Milk is your drink of choice, although root beer is a close runner up. You are (generally) obedient and helpful around the house, which brings me so much peace and joy. Although you are capable and self-sufficient, you still like me to help you from time to time, which I secretly enjoy because everyone likes to feel needed. You love movies and books and look forward to our weekly library trips.

Logan, I love you more than words can say and am so grateful that Heavenly Father sent you to our family. I can't wait to watch you grow up, but if you wouldn't mind, please don't do it too quickly.

Love always,


Friday, April 2, 2010

I'm trying here

The other day I was talking to my sister-in-law about how some women are just meant to be mothers (she's one of them). They are the type that could have 12 children and love every minute of it. They are always finding fun things to do with their kids and never seem to mind sacrificing personal time for the sake of their children.

And then there are the rest of us. I'm not trying to imply that we are bad mothers, it's just that it doesn't come quite as naturally. We have to work a little harder at it. Having spent the first four years of motherhood either as a full-time student or employed, I have always told myself that I am doing the best I can and the rest will come later. Well, today I decided it was "later." Easter is just two days away and I am determined this holiday will not fall by the wayside as all the others have.

When Savannah went down for a nap, I commandeered Logan to help me make some cookies. For once I let him actually help, as opposed to just letting him watch. The only time things got a little out of hand was when I left him with a pile of powdered sugar while I set up the self-timer, which is completely my own fault. But it was worth it, because these pictures are as priceless to me as the memory. My baby boy is growing up way too fast, and I just want to spend every moment I can savoring his childhood.




Easter according to a three-year-old

Last week in Primary Logan learned the Easter story. He made a slide show with pictures depicting each scene. Here is how he told the story to me:

[Picture of crosses on a hill.]
Jesus die.

[Picture of Jesus lying in a tomb.]
This is where he set him down.

[Picture of an empty tomb.]
This is where he be gone.

[Picture of resurrected Jesus.]
He rise again...

[Picture of Jesus with his hands outstretched.]
And this is where he shows his holes!

That's how the story go!

He also told me that the Easter bunny died and would live again, so we obviously still have some work. But I am grateful for good Primary teachers who teach my son so much more than they will ever realize.