Friday, February 17, 2012
A Christmas Post!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Some thoughts on Christmas
"For Christmas is a beautiful time of the year. We love the excitement, the giving spirit, the special awareness of and appreciation for family and friends, the feelings of love and brotherhood that bless our gatherings at Christmastime.
In all the joyousness, it is well to reflect that Christmas comes in three levels:
Let’s call the first the 'Santa Claus level.' It’s the level of Christmas trees and holly, of whispered secrets and colorful packages, of candlelight and rich food and warm open houses. It’s carolers in the shopping malls, excited children, and weary but loving parents. It’s a lovely time of special warmth and caring and giving. It’s the level at which we eat too much and spend too much and do too much–and enjoy every minute of it. We love the Santa Claus level of Christmas.
But there’s a higher, more beautiful level. Let’s call it the 'Silent Night level.' It’s the level of all our glorious Christmas carols, of that beloved, familiar story: 'Now in those days there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus…' It’s the level of the crowded inn, and the silent holy moment in a dark stable when the Son of Man came to earth. It’s shepherds on a steep, bare hill near Bethlehem, angels with their glad tidings, a new star in the East, wise men traveling far in search of the Holy One. How beautiful and meaningful it is; how infinitely poorer we would be without this sacred second level of Christmas.
The trouble is, these two levels don’t last. They can’t. Twelve days of Christmas, at the first level, is about all most of us can stand. It’s too intense, too extravagant. The tree dries out and the needles fall. The candles burn down. The beautiful wrappings go out with he trash, the carolers are up on the ski slopes, the toys break, and the biggest day the stores in the entire year is exchange day, December 26.The feast is over and the dieting begins. But the lonely and the hungry are with us still perhaps lonelier and hungrier than before.
Lovely and joyous as the first level of Christmas is, there will come a day, very soon, when Mother will put away the decorations and vacuum the living room and think, 'Thank goodness that’s over for another year.'
Even the second level, the level of the Baby Jesus, can’t last. How many times this season can you sing 'Silent Night'? The angels and the star and the shepherd, even the silent, sacred mystery of that holy night itself, can’t long satisfy humanity’s basic need. The man who keeps Christ in the manger will, in the end, be disappointed and empty.
No, for Christmas to last all year long, for it to grow in beauty and meaning and purpose, for it to have the power to change lives, we must celebrate it at the third level, that of the adult Christ. It is at this level–not as an infant–that our Savior brings His gifts of lasting joy, lasting peace, lasting hope. It was the adult Christ who reached out and touched the untouchable, who loved the unlovable, who so loved us all that even in His agony on the cross He prayed forgiveness for His enemies.
This is the Christ, creator of worlds without number, who wept, Enoch tell us, because so many of us lack affection and hate each other–and then who willingly gave His life for all of us, including those for whom He wept.
This is the Christ, the adult Christ, who gave us the perfect example, and asked us to follow Him.
Accepting that invitation is the way–the only way–to celebrate Christmas all year and all life long."
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Family Pics 2011
I am sad Brooke and I didn't take any together but we will be taking them again soon to remedy that:)
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Fieldtrip to the Sawdust Factory
Disneyland with Grandpa
Monday, November 21, 2011
Homemade laundry detergent

I made my own laundry detergent about a month ago and I am in LOVE with the results. I am very picky about cleaning supplies and how things work so you can trust me on this one. This recipe will probably last about 9 months and it costs around $20 to make. Here is what you need -
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Dear Brooke
Monday, November 7, 2011
Time Out For Women 2011
Getting Big
Me first!
Entertainment Center


Las Vegas 2011
We ended the trip to the Temple. It is always so amazing to me how I can have a good time at the spa, shows, restraunts, ect.. but in the end the Temple is the one place I truly feel peace and happiness.
When we went to go see "O" at the Bellagio they had the most amazing set up for fall made out of all flowers and food. It was huge and so cool to look at. We also saw P-Diddy filming a commercial but I was too short to snap a pic through the crowd.
We went to a fancy steak house called StripSteak. It was pretty good and the company was even better. I got to try "Duck fat" fries and shabbu shabbu for the first time. They were both amazing. I also learned that I hate the smell and taste of Truffle oil. Whenever we go somewhere fancy we always re-celebrate our last Anniversary. :)
We went and saw the Jabbawockeez one night and it was such a good show. I loved the music, the dancing and the talent.
We also just walked around and looked at the new hotels. The Cosmopolitan had these beautiful crystals all over the ceiling. It was super pretty. And of course we had to go stop over at Serendipity 3 to try the famous frozen hot chocolate. It was good but not as great as I had imagined. I guess when something is hyped that much it never really can meet your expectations.
Halloween 2011
Disney Trip
Watermelon and Grilled Cheese
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
what we've been up to
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
16 Months Old
First Day of Pre School
She was just fine leaving Mom and Dad behind. She is such a social girl and loves to be around other people.
Getting into her classroom for the first time and finding her desk.
Brooke and Mrs. Sara. It was so sad, as soon as I picked her up from her first day of school she was so excited to tell me everything that she tripped as she was running to me and ate it pretty hard on the gravel. This pic was taken shortly after that (hence the hand on the knee.) Then she was so sad afterward she wouldn't tell me about her first day.






































