Monday, August 11, 2014

Tiny Stitches

I love my purse, you guys. I showed it to you all when I first made it and it was squeaky-clean and brand new {post is found HERE} :

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It's roughly the size of a small country and holds about as much stuff. I deliberately made it big so that I could have it work as a diaper bag and a purse.

But the problem with that is . . . I just keep putting crap in there. If I don't periodically clean it out, it ends up being, like, 5 pounds.

You see, I have to have spare diapers and wipes for both kids, a rattle for Curtis, a book and toy car for Hannah, a doodle pad for emergency-toddler-melt-downs, two different kinds of snacks, a sippy of water/juice, a nursing cover, a pen, a pencil for the doodle pad {because a pen and a 2 year old don't mix}, my massive wallet and checkbook, wet wipes, spare panties and shorts for Hannah, a spare outfit for Curtis (he's fond of public blowouts, see}, a shopping list, my phone, hand sanitizer, lotion, contact re-wetting drops, chap stick. . . you get the idea.

That poor purse takes a beating every single time we leave the house.

One day, it decided it was under-appreciated and the stitches connecting the straps to the purse started to pop. It's hard work being a massive Mary Poppins purse, after all.

I took a look at the busted stitching and thought to myself, "Whoa! Wait a minute. These stitches are so small! I put a boat-load of stuff in this purse and lug it around everywhere. How can they hold that much weight all the time? It's a miracle my straps don't break every time I pick up the bag. . . "

But then I remembered. Tiny things can be strong when they work together {all the straps needed was a little reinforcing}.

I mean, imagine a big 'ol chunk of rope.

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If you've ever taken the time to look closely, you know that rope {and yarn and all sorts of cool stuff} is actually made by winding a whole bunch of itty-bitty threads together. If you took one of those threads and asked it to hold up a tire swing, it wouldn't go over so well. In fact, it would probably file a restraining order. But if that single strand was able to call on its buddies to help out, it wouldn't be a problem. It could hold up a tire swing all day long.

A thread then becomes a rope.

Fragile things can be strong if they stick together.

. . .

I often feel like a tiny piece of thread muddling its way through life hefting tire swings, and the only way I haven't snapped is that YOU {yes, you} make me a rope.

My support system is epic and you're a part of that. Really and truly. Whenever I feel lonely, I have a friend that cheers me up. Whenever I have a question, I have a sibling that can answer it. Whenever I need help, I have an awesome mom that would do anything for me. Whenever I need a hug, I have a stellar husband that gives them to me for free! ;)

You all take turns giving me exactly what I need and I couldn't make it without you. So thank you, thank you, thank you!

And then there's my ward peeps. We can't forget them! They are like my big extended family and they've taught me so much about true selfless service and compassion. We moved into the area and they welcomed us with open arms. I had Curtis and they brought over so many amazing meals and offered me endless support. They make me a rope, too.

So this post is for you. Pat yourself on the back and take it from me -- you're doing a great job. Thank you for being so darn cool. And thank you for reading my oftentimes crazy blog posts. And just remember, when you feel like a thin thread hoisting a ton of bricks or a tiny stitch struggling to hold together a massive purse, you're not alone. Reach out to those around you and take comfort from their strength.

The end.

Monday, August 4, 2014

Hannah's Memoir: 2 1/2-ish years

Guys! Long time no see, eh?

In the six months since my last update {found HERE}, I have been up to my eyeballs in fun and excitement. And trouble, but hey. That's all up to interpretation, MOM.

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First on the list of awesome-ness?

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Yup! I've done it! I've mastered the potty! It took some doing, but once I decided that panties were cool and diapers were overrated, I was sold on the idea. You probably remember my prior potty experience that Mom posted about HERE. . . it was a no-go, folks. It was a long time before I agreed to sit on the potty again, and that was only after Mom bought me a new one.

We got home from the store with the new potty and went to put it in the bathroom. I wasted no time handing over that dang frog potty with a fervent, "No more" thrown in to eliminate any possible misunderstanding.

Once Mom told me that I got a candy every time I went pee-pee, I tinkled the smallest amount any human is capable of and thus got a jelly bean. I repeated that process at least 30 times in order to eat every single piece of candy in the jar. I may be many things, but a fool ain't one. Unfortunately, neither is my Mother, so the next day she only put 10 jelly beans in the jar.


If you're one of my fellow toddler-friends considering the concept of ditching your diapers, do it. You get to traipse around in completely awesome panties during the day and wear super cool fluffy panties when you go to bed at night! It's pretty swell. So take a look at the horror on your mom or dad's face as they change your next poopy diaper and take the plunge. Every one will thank you. :)

. . .

I'm still working on my future as a model. What d'ya think?

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Let's not fool ourselves-- that's raw potential right there.

. . .

Back on Mother's Day, I felt really special when a member of another ward's bishopric gave Mom AND me and rose after choir practice. It made me super excited to be a mom one day because not only will I get a stellar gift in church on Mother's Day, but it's the best job in the whole world. I happen to know that's a fact because my Mom is my hero and I don't know what I'd do without her!

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I went to a park with my friends and became a wild horse rider in the course of about 30 seconds. I tamed that bad boy, don't you worry.

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He didn't stand a chance.

. . .

In case you're wondering if I'm still OCD and channeling my inner-creative genius, let me put your mind to rest.

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But let the record show that sometimes that "genius" gets me into a pickle. . . like when I should be napping but I'm far too busy doing this to my room :

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. . .

I am 110% obsessed with "Justin Time" on Netflix. It's bad, you guys. I can sing and dance along with the theme song because I've watched the entire series 4 times.

Yup. I love it.

. . .

I think the vacuum is actually called "Watch Out!" because, well, that's what I hear when Mom gets it out. It may have something to do with the fact that I love to push my baby's stroller in the way and stand around on un-vacuumed carpet like a bump on a log.

Who knows.

. . .

I still love a good pair of shoes :

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. . . and making new friends :

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I love when Mom gets out the sidewalk chalk and bubbles in the front yard. . . and I've even been known to enjoy a run through the sprinklers from time to time. If I could walk around the block all day long, I totally would. Actually, I think I would prefer swinging at the park all day long instead, but it's close. Maybe I could just do both. :)

I think it's safe to assume I loooove summer and all that goes with it, like GRASS :

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 and ICE CREAM :

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{My buddy and me}

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I just don't love a summer breeze combined with wet clothes. . .

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. . .

Well, I'm sure there's more I'm forgetting to tell you. There's always more. But, alas, duty calls. I must go turn off Curtis' swing, steal his blanket, kiss his head, and then go climb in his crib like a monkey. Or maybe I'll go dump my blocks all over the living room floor and then leave them there. Or perhaps I'll go for a walk around the neighborhood and yell "Hiiiiii! Hello!" to everyone I see until they either say "Hi" back or run away.

Who knows? The day is young.

Monday, July 28, 2014

Even MORE Summer Lovin'

Oh, my. I'm sorry I haven't posted in, like, three years. But on the flip side, at least now I have three years worth of pictures to share! Yay!

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We introduced my mom and step-dad to the glory of tractor pulls last month {yes, that's pretty much all we do in the summer months :D } :

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And naturally, Hannah is under the impression that the expensive bleacher seats we bought are for her skinny little bum. She always moves right on in as soon as we put them down. I can practically hear her thinking, "Get in line, Ma! This one is miiiiine."

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We mean business.

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We went to a park to let Hannah get her wiggles out before being cooped up in the stands for hours, and she had her first run-in with monkey bars. She did fabulously. . . as long as she was able to just dangle!

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Little Curtis sure loves his Mo-Mo!

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. . .

On the fourth of July, we decided to hit up our local parade. Hannah's favorite part was when hordes of horses galloped down Main Street. The rest of the time she kept looking forlornly down the street saying, "Neighs? Neighs?"

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Thankfully, we had some local pizza to help distract her from her distress.

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{Sorry there are no pictures of the actual parade. . . it didn't start until noon so it was a million degrees and there were no less than 489 people lining the street in front of us. Not to mention there wasn't a whole lot to take pictures of. . .}

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For the 4th of July weekend, we headed up north for our 'ol tradition : the Cache Valley Cruise-In!

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. . .

All in all, our summer has been a very hot fun one! I'm sorry this post was as about as exciting as dry toast left in the freezer for a week. . . but I promise some exciting ones are coming soon! :)


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