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35 They were desirous to be baptized as a witness and a testimony that they were willing to serve God with all their hearts; Mosiah 21:35

"Make sure they remember joy yesterday, experience joy today, and anticipate joy tomorrow."

Motherhood Mission Statement

To provide a loving environment that is centered around God and His commandments while effectively teaching my children to love, honor, and respect all Men no matter the race, creed, or background.

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Monday, September 29, 2014


After years of thinking and looking, I finally made a blog book. I barely write in my journal, so I needed something concrete to pass down to my boys so they can read about their childhood. Or so I could read about their childhood, rather. 
Anyhow, I looked at three different sites and created a book on each site. On blog to book, it took weeks! Way too long. I had to reformat everything. It manually put my blog in their program but the posts were all messed up.  Same with blurb. It was annoying.
Then I found lulu.  It is a book publishing company that uses a pdf file to publish. Pictures are black and white but that is just fine with me. Also, the book was only $12 dollars verse $50-$60! I love it!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

And then, I flooded the house

I don't really know where to begin. Suffice it to say, I have a child who poops his underwear. Daily. Our usual conversation goes something like this: "Mom, I pooped my underwear."  Me: "OK, go take care of that." He then takes his underwear and washes them out in the laundry room sink. 
Well, on Sunday night, I put his underwear in the sink and turned on the water full blast. The child in question then called for help upstairs, so I went upstairs and left the water running. After brushing teeth, reading books, and getting the boys in bed; I sat down to fold laundry. 
That's when I heard the water dripping. I went downstairs to see 2 inches of water on the tile and a flood in the living room. 4 days and $300 dollars later, our home no longer smells and the carpet is back to normal. 

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The absolutely, terrible, horrible day

As it turns out, Edward does not like Kindergarten.  Not ONE bit.  I have been trying, over the last few weeks, to help him see the positive in going to kindergarten. 
I actually thought things were getting better at school.  Then, yesterday, his teacher pulled me aside and asked if I thought there was something going on with Edward.  Like, with his brain.  I paused.  "No." I have not thought for a moment that Edward could have any disability.  I have a child with a disability so I assume I have a pretty good idea of what it looks like.  Anyhow, that very same day, after I cried in the car about the possibility of both my children needing some extra support in school, his teacher told me he stuck his tongue out at her when he was asked to do something he didn't want to do. 
I do have Edward signed up to start Occupational Therapy in a few weeks.  He does have an issue with his hearing, but I believe that is all.  Now, if I could just get him to behave at school. 
He is a boy.  He loves to be silly.  He loves to say silly words.  He loves to joke around with his new friends.  He does not like to be bossed around.  I guess it is better he learns now than later.

When we arrived home from school, I made him pull weeds, write an apology letter, and bring his teacher a flower.
Let's see if he can have a few better days. 

Edward Barnes
Kindergarten 2014-2015
(As a side note, this picture is precisely why I do NOT pay for school pictures and just take my own.)

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

"...a Nolen"

Me: "Are you going to be a Daddy when you grow up?"
Nolen: "No, I am going to grow up to be a Nolen."
So matter of fact.  So defined.  I theorize this sentence is exactly what I needed to hear today.  He is going to grow up to be himself and not necessarily do what I have planned for him. 
All children, no matter who or what they may be now, will always and indefinitely grow up to be themselves.