Crazy Hair Day!!

How on EARTH do you get ready for Crazy Hair Day at school?

Well, I’ll tell you. If you’re sweet Miss “T” you find one of your favorite stuffies…

and you wrap it up in a bunch of pony tails…

and carry it around all day on top of your head!

If you’re cute little Hazel you make two…

two swirly CUPCAKES….

complete with sparkles and REAL sprinkles!! Whaaat?!

And if you’re silly little “C” and the dreams doing your own hair finally, finally come true…

then heaven only knows what you’ll end up with! Haha.

Crazy hair day for some adorable, crazy kids…

who I love beyond belief.

 

 

Face Your Fears

I was invited to go with Rhen to the American Fork Symphony’s Halloween concert to hear our Jessica play.

The flyer was spooky…

the tickets were spooky…

and the program was even spooky.

Lucky for me, the music was a fun list of music designed to go along with different—mostly crazy–phobias that some people, somewhere may have.

The fear of lightning, the fear of darkness, the fear of sharks, the fear of heights…

were all reasonable enough.

The fear of Phantoms, the fear of spiders, fear of the night, fear of the cold, fear of clowns and…

fear of chickens. Chickens?

Yeaaaah it was pretty much all covered here with a lot of really beautiful music.

But the best part…

was getting to hear Jessica play!!

We love you Jessica!

The gelato afterwards was pretty great too.

Heh, heh.

 

 

Sweet Tangled Arms

Forteen years ago while we were watching General Conference, I caught this adorable picture of Lily, Miss Chomp and Beckham. Such sweet friends with their tangle of arms and smushed heads.

Since it will be a few years until these three will all be together again during conference, what with Lily leaving in February and Beckham going a month or so after–I asked them if they could recreate the picture for me.

They did their best…sweet things. Seriously–these guys are so cute and I love them so much that my heart aches.

Pleeease…

tell me how we capture these moments…

and freeze them in time.

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child

For my birthday–Jillian and her family gave me a ticket to the play–

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.

What a wonderful evening we had!

The play was really incredible.

All of the magic that took place on that stage…

was simply…

unbelievable.

We kept looking at each other and whispering…

“How on earth did they do that?!”

Thanks Jillian and Josh.

The whole evening was simply magical and I loved every second of it.

Somebody’s Mother

My father had a scrapbook that he kept all kinds of cards and letters in from when he was younger. Now and then, he would take it out and read aloud some of the poems that were pasted on the yellow pages.

One particular verse that was a favorite of his, was one called “Somebody’s Mother” and each time he read it, he would get all choked up and his eyes would fill with tears.

He loved his little Scottish mother. She became blind when he was a younger man and did need help quite often. This poem always reminded him of her, and made him cry.

Her name was Agnes Porter Johnston Kirby.

She passed away before I was born, but the stories he used to tell about her made us grateful for her strong heart and brave example of a faithful wife and mother. It helped us love her too.

I’m excited to meet her someday.