First Ever Blog GIVEAWAY!!!!!!!

Okay, I am Lara's number one, so it's all her fault :) Here goes:

The first five people to respond to this post will receive something made by me. HOMEMADE!The item will be my choice made just for you!

Restrictions and Limitations:

1. I have complete creative freedom.
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It will be done within the next 6 months.
4. You have no clue what it will be.

It may be personalized note cards. I might bake something. I might not think of anything until 6 months from now...The catch? You must re-post this on your own blog and offer the same to 5 people who comment.

The first 5 people to leave a comment telling me they are in (and posting their favorite color), will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift from me! Be sure to post a picture of what you get! Anyone past the 6th comment will be entered in a drawing for another item!

The quote below is an interesting one, and depending on how you see the world you can replace the first word with lots of things. I like Divine Providence myself :)

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast;
in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.
--Ovid

Time to say Goodbye Monster Baby........



.......and Hello to a Terrific Toddler!



On April 10th Timothy officially turned two! He had a bunch of grand celebrations for his birthday. Starting out with opening a few presents at his Great Aunt and Uncle's house on Friday night. Cousin Jake was only too happy to assist in the paper ripping ceremony.


Then they had to remember how to share and play with the new found toys together. Later on we went to Grandma's for a sleep over.



Finally the Big Day arrived. The boys all had fun hunting around Grandma Char's house for their Easter Baskets. Who knew that the Easter bunny would hide them in the bathtub with the shower curtain drawn.


Then it was back over to Aunt Tina's and Uncle Marks where he got his official 2 year old hair cut. And waited for all the cousin's to arrive for a picnic lunch and so we could have the annual Worthen Family Easter Egg hunt Eggs......travaganza.

What a lucky little boy to have his own special day so close to Easter.

You may notice that all the cousin's are here with the egg---seption of the birthday boy. He was worn out and fast asleep. Doesn't he look all grown up with his new haircut?



I think he's definitely a keeper. He keeps us all jumping up and down and running around and his laugh is just so precious. He loves to play with balls, go down the slide and you know everything is going his way when he calls out "ONE-----TWO---THREE----GO!!!!!!!"


Happy Birthday little Guy!

Can't wait to see what we get to do during this next year!

OUCH!!!

No mommy ever wants to hear that blood curdling sound of a child experiencing sever pain and being scared. I haven't quite figured out why tragic things always happen when I'm either having a moment in the bathroom by myself or rotating the laundry...but so it seems to be.

What has got my little Monster Baby so sad? Well he had an unfortunate accident with a fork. Luckily it did not hit his eye and he is healing up well. So we are refraining from using real adult forks for awhile. Because even though he was almost two he is still my little baby guy.







Don't you just want to take him in your arms and squish him up and love him all better?

Sometimes He lets it rain.....




~Sometimes he lets it rain~
by Kathryn Nelson

She sees the storm clouds gather.
The sky is turning cold and gray.
She knows that something's coming
When she starts to feel this way.
She pleads for intervention,
But heaven offers no relief.
And she would understand
if she could only see that
Sometimes He lets it rain.
He lets the fierce winds blow.
Sometimes it takes a storm
To lead a heart where it can grow.
He can move mountains of grief
And oceans of pain
But sometimes He lets it rain.
When her heart surrenders
To the Master in control
Her spirit learns the lessons of the tempest in her soul.
When it's no longer raging
She can see how far she's come
Through the wisdom and the mercy of the Son.

I know I haven't written anything here for quite awhile. I appreciate those of you who have written to ask if we are doing okay. Life is tough right now. I am struggling to accept all that I am being told by "professionals" about my little guy. He is struggling too, we aren't sure why but earlier this week he started having problems walking and staying balanced while moving and climbing. Hopefully we'll know more after today's appointment. I keep playing the above song over and over, trying to help me remember to let Him be in control and accept this as another Lesson in my Life.




Please don't tell me

only the unimportant things are falling by the way side

how blessed I am

you don't see anything wrong

this too will pass

I am worrying over nothing


Right now I'm just holding onto the thought that this storm, whatever it brings, the sun is still shining above the clouds.

It is hard.


It all comes down to my family......

Quote of the Day

"Sisters, find some time for yourself to cultivate your gifts and interests. Pick one or two things that you would like to learn or do that will enrich your life, and make time for them. Water cannot be drawn from an empty well and if you are not setting aside a little time for what replenishes you, you will have less and less to give to others, even to your children. Avoid any kind of substance abuse, mistakenly thinking that it will help you accomplish more. And don't allow yourself to be caught up in the time-wasting, mind-numbing things like television soap operas or surfing the Internet. Turn to the Lord in faith, and you will know what to do and how to do it."

M. Russell Ballard, "Daughters of God," Ensign, May 2008, 110

i just don't know anymore...feeling unequal to it all


I am having a difficult time. I don't feel strong, I just want to give up....in fact today I did give up. Just lay on my bed and watched mind and feeling numbing television and left my children to their own devices. My youngest 2 year old who has pervasive developmental delays was going to scream whether I was trying to interact with him or if he was alone..... maybe I am just making excuses, I don't know. I should be loving this time with Spring Break and all my boys home but it just seems to throw us all into CHAOS.


Practically every item of clothing that I would consider for myself or anyone else in the house to wear is filthy in a pile waiting to be washed. I guess I could clean our drawers and closets out easily by just bagging up anything that is folded or hanging up and take them to the DI. My oven and stove both stopped working last week, my water heater stopped working yesterday. I am so tired of only having energy to go to therapy appointments and meet with specialists. I am tired of having growing and learning being such a struggle requiring direct instruction for even the simplest things. I am tired of being a mom. I am tired of being tired. I'm tired of having others in the neighborhood look at me like I must be the laziest woman on the planet to not be able to keep my house clean, and care for my kids.


Why do I have to do more? Why is there so much to do? Why can't my baby say any words? Why do I feel so alone? Why do I always volunteer to help others and then feel stuck because I feel like I've taken on too much? I signed my oldest up for soccer, that makes one more thing to fit in somehow in this insane schedule. He's been extra loving lately...I think he senses how stressed and worn out I am. So does my husband but he feels so helpless and doesn't know what to do to help.

I am so flipping tired of being a failure with never getting ahead or accomplishing anything for more than 5 minutes at a time. Something tells me that somehow if I could just rest enough and start little that maybe someday I could be the mom who could juggle everything again....and yet the thought of even beginning to do all of that in addition to all that I'm trying to handle now just makes me cry.

I wish we could watch Conference everyday!

I eagerly look forward to General Conference each October and April. Last October was no different. If anything I needed the spiritual renewal even more as I felt like my reserves; physically, emotionally and spiritually, were completely depleted. The end of September found me yearning for the messages from our dear prophet and other General Authorities to teach me and to remind me of those plain and precious truths which would help me on the pathway of refilling my lamp.

“For the commandment is a lamp; and the law is light; and reproofs of instruction are the way of life:” (Proverbs 6:23)

I was also faced with the reality of three young active boys. My sons still being quite young at the ages of 6, 4 and 1 ½ years old don’t always comply with requests to be reverent. Most Sundays an hour in the chapel for Sacrament meeting is stretching the older boys’ abilities and Timothy rarely was able to remain in the chapel longer than it took the Sacrament to be passed. Certainly 2 days in front of the television for multiple hours quietly watching something other than cartoons on PBS was more dream than reality. When I shared my need and my concerns with my husband we both prayed for inspiration and guidance. The Monday morning before conference donned without either of us having any clear idea on what we could do differently than previous years to encourage a more reverent viewing of Conference. So I set about preparing as I had in years past; printed off Conference coloring pages from the Friend, looking through our Gospel Art Kit for pictures of the church leaders who would be speaking to share with the boys for Family Home Evening, and continuing to pray that it was enough or that one of us would be further inspired.

That evening after dinner we gathered in the living room and began Family Home Evening as planned. Partially through the lesson my 4 year-old, Ben, wanted to know where President Hinckley’s picture was. So I opened the binder to pull it out and as I was closing it the pages fell open to the picture of King Benjamin speaking to his people.

The thought came to my mind to share with them how the people gathered to listen to their prophet and king and how it was similar to what we would be doing soon. So after finishing our discussion on who we would be hearing speak at conference with a small side trip to remind the boys about how when President Hinckley “went to live with Father in Heaven” and President Monson was chosen as our new prophet I decided to nix the matching game I had planned and tell them the story of King Benjamin from the book of Mosiah.

“We inevitably must make choices. If we know the doctrines and principles of the gospel, we can make wise decisions. If our lives are pure, the Spirit will guide us. Then we will be able to symbolically pitch our tents toward the temple (see Gen. 13:18) and the covenants we have made to the Lord, and we will be in the world and not of the world.” ( Quentin L. Cook, “Lessons from the Old Testament: In the World but Not of the World,” Liahona, Feb 2006, 39–41)

When my husband asked the boys about the symbolism of the people of King Benjamin pitching their tents towards the temple, and who King Benjamin was to them the lesson really seemed to come alive. The boys really got involved in thinking of ways that our family could pitch our tents so that we could hear the important words spoken by our prophet. We decided that it probably wasn’t possible for all the members of the church to take their camping tents to Salt Lake and set them up around temple square to hear our prophet speak. However, there was no reason that we could not set up our camping tent in the living room of our home and have it pitched so that the door was toward the television set to help us remember that we needed to be looking and listening to the words of our church leaders because they had important information to impart to us. Thus Family Home Evening ended with two young boys very excited for the upcoming General Conference and myself and my husband wondering what we had gotten ourselves in for. Later that night, we decided that if their behavior was atrocious after the first session that we would take the tent down and resort to something else.

“And they pitched their tents round about the temple, every man having his tent with the door thereof towards the temple, that thereby they might remain in their tents and hear the words which king Benjamin should speak unto them;” (Mosiah 2:6)

Saturday morning for General Conference dawned with much excitement around our home. Following breakfast everyone eagerly pitched in to clean up the kitchen, move the necessary furniture, and assemble their pillows and blankets. The tent was pitched just in time for the last song from the Music and the Spoken word segment. All three boys practically flew into the tent to find their spots. I grabbed the clipboards, crayons and coloring pages prepared specifically for Conference and stashed them just outside the tent as I followed my husband inside. What happened next continues to surprise and amaze me. The older two boys were riveted to the television as President Monson welcomed us to Conference while 18 month old Timothy sat on my lap and clapped. About half way through I pulled out one coloring page and a few crayons for the older boys and Timothy quietly climbed on top of my husband and then slid down to the floor over and over again. Despite the fact that Conference began at 10 AM and Timothy’s usual naptime was also 10 AM he was well behaved and quiet for the entire first session. I was not only able to hear the messages but write down a few impressions I had from the talks.

The Saturday afternoon session was a bit more rowdy and I was beginning to think that the following day we would only use the tent for the morning session as the novelty seemed to have worn off. However, once a large bowl of cinnamon popcorn was brought in to share their hands and mouths were fully occupied and we heard wonderful messages on being a Zion people and the importance of Prayer. There was much disappointment and many attempts at talking us out of taking the tent down as the session ended. The boys were talking about the talk on being more reverent during Sacrament meeting, and ways in which they could be angels and help others. Their pleas to put the tent up continued long into our traditional dinner of nachos and only ended when they received a promise that before the morning session began it would be re-erected.

Come, listen to a prophet’s voice,
And hear the word of God,
And in the way of truth rejoice,
And sing for joy aloud.
We’ve found the way the prophets went
Who lived in days of yore.
Another prophet now is sent
This knowledge to restore.

(“Come, Listen to a Prophet’s Voice,” Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 21)

Sunday brought remarkable a repeat of the previous days behavior. This time however Samuel began asking questions about the talks and asking how he could follow their counsel. Before long Benjamin was building and expanding on the questioning Samuel had begun. As Elder Quentin L. Cook told the story of his young son telling his mother, “Hope ya know, we had a hard time!” Samuel curled up next to me and told me that sometimes he feels like that too. As the strains of the final song ended we all bowed our heads for the closing prayer. Immediately following the speakers, “Amen”

I was offering yet another prayer of thanksgiving for a merciful Father in Heaven who had heard my plea and known my heart and provided a way for our family to be together, for us to set righteous paths before them and for my need to be refilled when Ben spoke up his words bringing tears to my eyes. Mama,” he said, “I wish we could watch Conference everyday!

With What Shall We Fix It?