Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
And lucky for us he has lots of cool stuff! It seams like every year he adds something new and awsome. It is like Disney Land Army style. So we call it ROTC land. This November we had a great time hanging out with Grandpa!
Grandpa's shooters have taken many national awards I think they are in the top five in the Nation! ROCK WALL CLIMB
Everyone had a great time doing this except Kate! She prefered looking for treasure in the dirt and collecting them in her shoes!
RAPPELING THE TOWER
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
These last few months have been good months for visitors for us. We saw all of our Grandparents and even Great Grandpa in the last two months. That is unusual since we live so far apart from everyone. It was so nice and it has left me thinking a lot these last few weeks about the importance and influence of these wonderful people.
Isn't it wonderful that today's increased life expectancy allows us to have these wonderful people in our lives longer! And though they would all probably argue with me these "great and grand" people in our lives enjoy better health too. These two blessings are so important in today's times. Here we are nearing the second coming with all of it's signs of fear, doom and trouble and our loving Heavenly Father has given us a gift. He has allowed our parents and grandparents to tarry here a little longer. To give of their strength, to continue to teach by example and to love us just a little longer.
Of all of the blessings I am thankful for in my life one of the most cherished are the relationships my children have with their Grandparents and Great Grandpa!
When I can not teach - they're lessons are accepted.
When it doesn't matter what I say - what they say matters most.
When my hugs and love become "uncool" - there's will still be cool enough.
When I lack an experience to share to teach - they have a million to share for back-up.
When I'm flustered and impatient and overreact - their patience and wisdom give balance.
What a blessing these dear people are. How blessed I am that my children have such prime models! I couldn't ask for more perfect Grandmothers. They are such a wonderful compliment to each other. And together they have such strength and exude love for my children from every pore. (this dumb post is making me cry) And as far as Grandfathers go I don't think there are two better men in this world. I love them both so much. And then Great Grandpa...well I thought I loved him a lot. My children worship him. We love his stories and the quiet strength he has about him. My favorite picture of him is this one,where he is holding Kate. Because that is what he does best. Hold stuff. He holds up our family and is the link that keeps it together. He holds up his missionaries. He holds and supports Dave and I in our efforts to raise a good strong family. And he can quietly, lovingly and without a world hold my children until they have had their fill.
Heaven forbid the time when they pass away. I hope they will remember planting flowers and painting with Grandma Wilcox. Being read to and being held by Grandma DeWitt. Golfing and fishing with Grandpa Wilcox. Tickling and wrestling with Grandpa Dewitt. Making cookies and airplanes with Great Grandpa. And I hope they remember all of the lessons, advice, stories and examples. I hope they find things within themselves that link them to these great people. And that their strength, love and influence will go on and on throughout the generations.
After Great Grandpa's last visit Chase is all full of ideas of going off to BYU and living in his condo. (most kids have other reasons to go there...for Chase the only thing that matters is that is where his great grandpa lives) Just the other day he said, "Mom, won't Great Grandpa be great when I have kids?" And that is exactly our hope. That these special people will never leave us.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Hands that are wise with experience,
patient and etched with the lines of caring.
Other hands are small and soft,
they rush and hurry throughout the day
and are learning with time to share.
The hands of the Matron guide those of the child.
Together they are a team.
The flowers that grow are just part of the doing.
The time spent together is more of a treasure.
It seems like the very moment Grandma Wilcox came for a visit the girls we on hands and needs begging for sessions playing nail salon. We are painting nails more and more frequently at our house. The girls are always asking. And I am usually saying "maybe", which Kate has already astutely discovered means no. So having some fresh grown-ups was a big boon to the girls in their quest for every day beautification. Grandma even went the extra mile and applied tiny gems to their freshly painted nails. That is no small task on wiggly girls with tiny fingernails.
Emily and Katie have never asked to paint my nails. Grandma's are more queenly, and so apparently Dee Dee was deserving of her own beauty sessions with our resident nail fashion artistas. Each girl got there own hand. A few minutes later Grandma's nails were transformed into works of art. The girls (especially Kate) had painstakingly painted a flower, complete with stem and leaves, on each finger.
Grandma was the perfect patron. She sported flowers on her nails her whole trip. She even got a special compliment at the grocery store. Art Grandmas the very best!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Do you own a stuffed animal? There are many reasons why Cocoa is important to me. First, Cocoa is quiet. My sister, Katie, is a chatter-box. That is a huge reason I like Cocoa. I can share my secrets with him and not worry about him blurting them out. Since I sleep with Cocoa, I can sleep in peace. (or is that because I have a pillow over my head?) Once I was telling Cocoa something, he was quiet about it, but I wasn't and Chase burst in and said, "Really?".
Next Cocoa is one of a kind. He's the only Cocoa I've ever known. He isn't fuzzy or fluffy. Cocoa lost all the stuffing in his neck, and he's old.
Lastly Cocoa is always obedient. If I tell him to sit, he's already sitting. If Mom tells us to be quiet, he already is. If I throw him high into the air by one foot and tell him to do a cartwheel in midair, he'll do it.
All in all, there are many reasons Cocoa is important to me: he is quiet, one of a kind, and always obedient. That is why I love Cocoa.
P.S. Cocoa is my stuffed bunny!