My Jewels

Yesterday was just lovely because I decided to spend one on one time with each of my children. It was a little tricky to get them all in, but I was so glad I did.

The photographer told us to wear jewel tones. I thought that appropriate since these are my jewels.

I've always tried to get the house in order before sitting down with my kids, but as I'm learning, the house is never entirely an order. I can never keep up, and I end up grouchy, and my kids end up rowdy.

I read a book about animal tails with Ricky, and then I read about a magic paint brush with Davy. Eli is learning his American cities for the geography bee. Ben read to me an adventure story involving Captain Cook, and even Deborah got into her picture book, How I Became a Pirate. I wouldn't be suprised if that is a career path she might choose. She is my high adventure, wandering, sometimes naughty little girl, but I wouldn't have her any other way.

Deborah Weborah

Thanksgiving was so lovely. Food, family, and love in abundance, and you think that nothing could possibly every be hard again.

Ah, but then comes Black Friday. I didn't even go shopping. I got Dave and the older boys on their way to Park City. I should have sent Deborah. She could have been Bjorned on Dave while he skiied a black diamond run. That would have totally been her thing.

She is my adventurous girl. But doesn't she look calm in this picture?

Ahh, but she is not! She drove me crazy, until I finally bundled her up for a walk. We came back quickly because it was just too cold.

We then decided to go to the library, which meant I had to gather all of my overdue library books. I've decided it is cheaper for me to buy books than to borrow them. I should get some kind of donor status with all my fines. We got there and strike two, the library was closed.

So Ricky, Deborah, and I went to the Courtyard at Jamestown--an assisted living center. It's one of my favorite places. I wish I could check in right now. If you live there, you can ring a bell for service any time you need it. And they make all your food for you too. Heaven!

The people there are so lovely--you meet World War II veterans and classy dames. They are so polite and never talk back to you. They are delighted to see you.

We lasted just a few minutes because Deborah wouldn't let me sit down to visit with anyone. Squirmy. Squirmy. And Ricky wet his pants. His training pants.

So I took them home and gave them a bath. Deborah grabbed some bleach cleaner sitting on the edge and dumped it in the bath. I grabbed them both and pulled them out and rinsed them off. I was really tired.

My dear Mom took me out to a movie when Dave got home, and before I went to bed, I nursed little Deborah. That is my favorite time of the day. She's so still and cuddly and warm and when she's done, I just hold her and rock her. She doesn't move. That's heaven too.

Thanksgiving Day

I love Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday of the year. It was Dad's favorite too. And no wonder. Mom and Mary came over in the morning to make ten pies. Homemade all the way. Even the crust.

There were a few setbacks. We followed the wrong coconut pie recipe--but that didn't matter because the coconut filling (for six pies) spilled in Mom's van anyway. As usual, Mom handles setbacks with grace.

We went to my dear Aunt Gayle's who invited the whole Dennis Blackburn crew for dinner. We weren't all there. Travis and Tami were in California with her family. And we really missed Ben and Mindy who are living in Poland. I love Aunt Gayle's house. It is a dollhouse. She has the prettiest rooms with beautiful windows and I love her fireplace mantle and china cabinet. I forgot to take pictures. And she can cook like a storm.

Bonnie and Mary look adorable with Greg. Poor Greg. He was really put through the ringer today. He endured well, and when some of the family asked if they were going to see him again, he replied, "That's up to Bonnie."

Kent's daughters, Andrea and Jessica look gorgeous. Andrea is in Idaho on a softball scholarship and seems to be doing really well. Andrea once told me that Kent practiced with her an hour after school every day--it looks like it has paid off.

Beautiful women! Mary and Mom. Ah! And there's my china cabinet behind them. Do you see it? It's blue.

Ricky charmed his cousins with the way he said, "Eleven." He's not used to so much attention (sometimes we don't notice him for days at our house) so he was tickled to have so many beautiful girls laughting at everything he said.

We were so grateful to Aunt Gayle for having us. She is a dear. Her rolls were to die for. The turkey, potatoes, salad, and sweet potatoes were divine. And Katherine whipped up a pretty wicked hummus.

We had a beautiful devotional--so many of us shared our thoughts about Dad. Reed talked about how grateful he is for the priesthood. Philip shared a sweet Carbon County experience. Write it down Phil! Mom talked about how much he loved all of us.

The day passed so quickly. I was jolted out of the dream, when David said, "It's time to go home." What? Really? Already? But it was. "Our lives are like unto a dream." Thanksgiving was a dream.

Happy Birthday Mom!

We had a big birthday dinner for Mom at our house on the Sunday after her birthday. Everybody was excited to come! Neil and Ricky are ready to eat!


We all were ready to eat and everybody helped put on a delicious dinner. We had pork roast, barley, delicious spinach salad, corn, and pumpkin bread. I made three huge loaves of pumpkin bread, and we scarfed it all up!

I didn't think we could get us all on one table, but Mom was determined. And she was right. We could all get on one table, and we felt very close to each other that night.

Philip and Neil pose for pictures

Philip again with Josie and Deborah. Aren't those too little girls cute! Deborah looks like a Griffin. Josie looks like a Blackburn.

We all gave tributes to Mom afterwards. We were all feeling a little sweet on her tonight--she's been so strong this year since our Dad's passing. And she looks so beautiful! Did I tell you Mom, everytime I see someone in our ward who has run into you somewhere else, they always say, "And your Mom is so pretty." I know.

And your goodness is a part of that beauty. You are the most selfless, kindest woman I know. I love you.

The Raspberry Patch

We had planned on going to Western Mountain Raspberries all summer to pick raspberries, but as life is always hectic, we kept putting it off. But when November came, we knew we had to go quick. We went the weekend before the anticipated heavy frost.

It wasn't easy to get there either. We had to gather buckets, find cameras, get directions, and load children. We left later than planned and the realized we forgot our directions. So we went back to the house. And still couldn't find them. And then we hit terrible traffic getting out to the freeway. It was awful traffic with terrible traffic lights, and we were all so grouchy!

But we finally made it, and we took a deep breath of gratitude and started picking. My mom came with us. She couldn't stay long because she had other plans. Still, we picked fifteen pounds. Wow.

Ricky was quite a little picker too. Although I don't think any of his berries actually made it into the bucket . . .

Deborah helped herself to the berries. It was her first raspberry picking (and eating) experience.

You've got to see this video. I let Deborah loose on the raspberries and Ricky loose on Deborah. Model parenting. P.S. The picture is much clearer once you push play.

Halloween Neighborhood Parade

Our neighborhood Halloween parade hit us on a rainy day. We partied anyway. Here are some of the best pictures.

Poor Ricky

Ricky flies under the radar around here way too much of the time.

He's really quiet. He gets around stealthily. Is that a word?

He likes to sneak up and play on our computer--he know how to get on to several games--he know how to get on to "favorites" even though his mom can't.

Unforunately, sometimes he looks a little neglected.

For example:

Tomato Wars

I was working in the garden today--taking out tomato plants, transplanting strawberry plants, and there were so many soft tomatoes on the ground. A new thought came to me: "Tomato War." I explained the idea to the boys, and they were totally on board.

They ran around the neighborhood to gather all their friends. Although no one had ever been in a tomato war, they seemed to catch on right away.

Left brain piped in: Someone could get hurt. Maybe somebody will get an eye poked out.

Right brain: No way. Tomatoes are too big. Go to sleep and don't get up until this is over. You'll worry yourself sick.

Somebody did get hurt. A little. I bribed him with a carmel apple. Hopefully he won't tell his mother.

Ricky was a little wiped out after all the running around. This is him at dinner.

Pumpkin Carving

We all carved pumpkins finally--on October 29, which is actually kind of early for our family. Here is Davy, army dude, with his best friend Issac.