So what does one write about in a blog? I'm sure that's a question bloggers ask themselves every time they sit down. Or maybe their lives are so much more exciting than ours. It's not that my life is boring, by any means. Just busy with things that seem unworthy to write about, unworthy to remember. Yet, I know that down the road when my children are looking at me at eye-level, I will be alarmed by how fast the time has gone and wish I had just one day back-- one day that wasn't so busy. To sit on the grass and watch bugs, to read a book for the fifth time that day, to listen to Ethan sing the same verse of 'Baby Beluga' in the car over and over again...I'm sure that's what I will wish back.


Quote of the day: A couple of weeks ago, Dallin and I were talking about how beautiful the mountains were behind our house. He said, "You know, Heavenly Father really should live here because the mountains are so beautiful." I told him that Heavenly Father already knew that the mountains were beautiful because he is actually the one that made them. Dallin looked at me incredulously and asked, "Heavenly Father made those mountains with hot glue?"

The four loves of my life

here I go

Many months ago, I was so inspired reading through Becky's blog and the cute stories about her children. For a moment, like a split-second moment, I thought, "hmmm, I'd like to do that too." Then I realized that under no uncertain terms would I have time for that. Later, looking through Rebecca's and then Liz's cute blogs, I thought about it. I still don't know where you girls find the time, yet I am becoming much more aware of my own inefficiency in time management. Would it really take so much time? After all, I used to be an avid journal writer, and I always found it wonderfully therapeutic. I also mourn about how bad I have been about keeping in touch with people that I care about. Maybe a blog could be an on-line method of doing both. Keeping a journal of the extroardinary and the mundane even if for only me to keep, and also a way to keep my loved ones better informed and connected to my life. So I'm going to try it. I'm quite certain that very few will even care to read about the going-ons in this particular house, but since I enjoyed my three friends blogs so much, why not give it a shot?

The title of my page "I love you pi" is a direct quote from my 5 1/2 year old Dallin. Someone once told him that pi is the longest number, and him being the mathmatician that he is, equates this with being the highest possible number, the last number, the biggest and best number. So when he expresses his feelings for us, he uses the phrase, "I love you pi." It's quite a compliment. And although I have tried to tell him that pi is really only a little more than 3, he looks at me like, 'no mom, you just don't get it.' I never was very good at math.