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.

Wait! What month is it?

It feels like just yesterday when the snow had melted (wait it was just yesterday....), we were outside raking up the left over leaves off the ground, and getting ready for spring. Here is the Comedian and NT using the fronds from the Christmas Tree to become turkeys as they strut around on the snow-less front yard.




Evidently Mother Nature became confused by their pretending to be turkeys and thought that it must be almost Thanksgiving again. So we woke up to a change in the weather.

All the boys groaned and wanted to know who prayed for snow this time. Everyone here denies being the culprit. Even Monster Baby shook his head emphatically when the Engineer gave him the third degree wanting to know if he had prayed for the snow.




So just want you to know that if you keep praying for snow my Engineer is going to find you and he has some pretty tough questions prepared for you as he says, "in regards to their intentions, Mom. Somebody out there doesn't know how great Summer is going to be!"

Snow, Snow, go away!
Don't come back until after April or May!

Did you Sing Ahead?

So this past Sunday I lost an hour.

No, I take that back.....the government in their
infinite wisdom
took an hour of sleep away from me
an entire month early.

"The federal law that established "daylight time" in the United States does not require any area to observe daylight saving time. But if a state chooses to observe DST, it must follow the starting and ending dates set by the law. From 1986 to 2006 this was the first Sunday in April to the last Sunday in October, but starting in 2007, it is observed from the second Sunday in March to the first Sunday in November, adding about a month to daylight saving time."


For some reason it seems so much more of an affront to my senses to have this happening in March instead of April. Maybe I'm just grumpy from lack of sleep and need something to grumble about.



Trying to get everyone up, dressed for church and out the door was almost beyond us. Thankfully Sister Taylor was patient with us as we picked her up 15 minutes later than normal. After unloading her wheelchair and parking the van and trailer we walked into a packed chapel amidst the strains of the opening hymn all the way to the very front pew, right under the podium. I don't know why but it always bothers me more when the boys misbehave if we are at the very front. Normally we sit over on the West side and back a few rows. For some reason this comforts me that we aren't as bothersome or disruptive when the boys act their age. However by the middle of the final speaker I was done juggling Monster Baby and the two of us went out into the foyer.

When we got home from church there were no arguments about quiet time. Everyone was ready to grab a quick lunch and rest their weary heads. I didn't even wake up when DJMan headed back for his meetings with the Elders Quorum Presidency.

Oddly enough Monday morning was fairly easy to get all the little people up and moving out the door. I was still dragging however. The rest of the day went fairly predictable. It seemed like we had made an unusually easy transition to Daylight Savings Time.

So I was somewhat surprised to hear the chorus of "I Am a Child of God" being babbled out by Monster Baby early Tuesday morning. I pried my eyelids open and looked at the clock which was blinking 5:11. It was still dark out and just a couple of days ago it would have been 4 AM. So I did what any overtired mother would do, I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep. I must have dosed off a bit because the next thing I knew it there were three voices singing from the other room. Except this time it was their version of the Star Wars theme intermingled with various Lego ships taking off and dinosaurs roaring. This time the clock said 6:15.

And thus started the day of no naps and slightly grumpy kids and a really grumpy mom.

As I went to bed early that night I was certain they would sleep all night long. Alas at sometime around 5:45 I again awoke to baby talk for "lead me, guide me". My husband rolled over and started singing "you're gonna miss this, you're gonna want this back". And he's right it was really sweet and precious and yet I was still so tired I couldn't think straight. Wednesday both Monster baby and I took a pretty good nap.

And that must have been what he needed to get back on track because this morning he rubbed the sleepy bugs from his eyes somewhere around 8:15. Both his older brothers had been up, dressed and eaten breakfast and ready to run out the door for the morning carpool to school.

I have to admit, I missed his singing this morning; and yet sleeping until the alarm clock beeped at 7:00 was totally welcome too.

So how about you did you Sing your way into Daylight Savings Time?