Why Do Bad Things Happen To Good People?

Why do bad things happen to good people? Wow that is a question I heard a lot while serving my mission. So many people could not understand why "If there was a God, how could He let bad things happen to good people!" I was taken back in time as I was in my neighbor's home tonight after my friend Margaret had informed me of her grandsons death. Her grandson was only 18 years old and was taking a trip with several other kids form his school and at least 6 counselor's. While hiking in Austria coming off the mountain they aren't sure if he was not holding on to the support line or if he just didn't have a strong hold on it, but his feet gave way and he fell 60 ft. on to the rocks and water below. My neighbor just kept saying "I'm old I've lived my life, why if there is a God would he take Chris and not me instead?" Memories of my mission, with this same or very similar question came flooding back. She is not affiliated with any faith and isn't quite sure what she believes. How I wish I could have given her a part of my faith that there is an after life and that God is aware of each of us, and that yes, bad things do happen to us so we can be tested and tried and so that we can gain more faith. I wish so badly that she could just feel that. I'm so grateful to know that we are sent here to gain faith, like it says in Ether 12:6 "And now, I, Moroni, would speak somewhat concerning these things; I would show unto the world that faith is things which are hoped for and not seen; wherefore, dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith." I know God is aware of each of us like it says in Alma 26:37 "Now my brethren, we see that God is mindful of every people whatsoever land they may be in; yea, he numbereth his people, and his bowels of mercy are over all the earth..." One of my favorite quotes is by Elder Maxwell and he said..."The very act of choosing to be a disciple can bring to us a certain special suffering," Elder Maxwell then noted. After his call to the Quorum of the Twelve, "he began to see discipleship as a personal growth process designed to develop Christlike attributes". "This let him see that suffering, when it is part of a divine tutorial, can be sanctifying in the sense of developing the very virtues a particular disciple needs to learn." Elder Maxwell explained: "If we are serious about our discipleship, Jesus will eventually request each of us to do those very things which are the most difficult for us to do... Sometimes the best people have the worst experiences, because they are the most ready to learn."
My heart goes out to Marian and her family. I hope that they find comfort in this terrible time. I'm so grateful I have the knowledge that I do. I love this gospel and I know that there is a plan and a purpose to this life. I know that there is much more after this life. I know that bad things do happen, but I also know that God is all powerful and wise and knows the big picture. How blessed I feel to have this knowledge! I know my post have been kind of deep and I'll lighten them up a bit, but there just seems to be so much going on around me that I feel that I have had to take a good hard look at things and these are the thoughts that have come to my mind.

Change Of Heart!

This post is one that you might want to skip, being as it will be long and you may not want to take the time to read it, but I'm posting it for journaling purposes.
Last week I was able to attend relief society and the teacher asked "What are you doing for the Savior?" As I pondered this question I had to take a deep look inside myself. I came to the conclusion that I need to stop my complaining about how miserable I feel and how I'm ready for this pregnancy to be over, and be truly grateful for what I do have. I need to stop focusing on the bad and change my focus to the good. This doesn't mean that I'm willing to go a week over due like my mom wants me to so we can have a 8/8/08 baby, but it does mean that I need to take a good look around and find some things I'm sincerely grateful for. Well, after having this epiphany I got home from church and went on with my day, but the time I got into bed I was telling Kris how much I hated this and how miserable I felt and on and on... How quickly I had forgotten. As I was laying in bed thinking about that my mind went back to our young women in excellence a few months back. The theme this year was "Change of Heart". It was organized a little differently. Each girl wrote down an experience of a time when they had experienced a change of heart. Then each girl got up and read her experience. Most of them were times when they had fed the homeless or participated in a sub for Santa, etc. etc. But then one of the beehives got up. She talked about how just a few short weeks ago her parents had sat her down and explained to her and her siblings that their dad was very sick. He had to have several operations and they didn't know what the outcome would be or if he would live much longer. She said that she didn't know what would happen and that she was so scared and rather than being a help to her family she acted out and was being belligerent. She said that one day she was talking back to her mom and her mom looked at her and said..."Attitude is everything, pick a good one!" There was not a dry eye in the room. I was humbled by that when I realized that I was so concerned about a little sickness, and this young girl 13 years old was wondering if she was going to lose her dad. I have thought about that a lot lately. Last week I was reminded and then by the end of the day had forgotten. Throughout the week I have had several experiences that have brought this back to my memory. I was reading a friends blog and her brother and sister in law were planing on having a baby, two days away form their due date the baby had stopped moving. She talked about on her blog how they induced labor and when the baby come they all sat in the room with his earthly body and felt that his spirit was there with them. She talked of them knowing that they would have him back one day. My heart broke for this couple, even now I wish them great comfort in this overwhelming trial in their lives. Half way through the week we also got an email form the ward about a family we have become well acquainted with and how Her brain cancer has come back. As I sat and visited with her husband today in church his attitude was that of "everything will be ok". He told me that this couldn't have come at a better time, their kids were all coming into town this next week and that they had gone in to have her check up a few months earlier than they originally had planned, and that there were no signs that had indicated it yet. Meaning no seizures, head aches etc. Again I was brought back to remember of my "What am I doing for the Savior?" I wasn't doing very well with my goal. The last thing that I have been thinking about is my amazing aunt Vickie. Vickie is my dad's sister and she passed away when she was 15. She was so young and suffered with Lupus. My dad was only 8 when she passed away. When she was so sick and in the hospital, my grandma had just had a new baby that was also sick in the hospital and then she received a call that my grandfather who worked at Geneva Steel had just had a terrible accident and they didn't know if he was going to make it and that she should rush down to the hospital if she wanted to see him before he died. He had a steel pipe that had gone though his head. While he was in the hospital recovering my grandma made the comment "Could it get any worse?" shortly after that comment one of the older kids had finished mowing the lawn and one of the younger kids put both hands on the lawn mower giving her severe burns on both hands. I have never heard that phrase out of my grandmas mouth, in fact I have heard only positive things what a great example. Vickie was also one to find the positive in everything. She is amazing to me. The more I learn about her I am honored to call her family. One of my aunt Vickie's favorite poems was this...

Today, upon a bus, I saw a girl with golden hair.
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobbled down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
And as she passed... a smile.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 legs, the world is mine

I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it'd do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind.
It's nice to talk with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind."

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 eyes, the world is mine.

Later while walking down the street,
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
"Why don't you join the others, dear?"
He looked ahead without a word. And then I knew,
he couldn't hear.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have 2 ears, the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I'd go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I'd know.

Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine........

May God forgive me of all of my short comings and exspecialy when I whine. I feel very blessed to have such a wonderful life. I have the most amazing husband, a healthy wonderful daughter, a beautiful home, an awesome car that I love (thanks Kris! and the Eastons) We are all healthy and happy. We have the gospel and knowledge that there is a Savior who sacrificed so much for us and we have the opportunity to repent and become better people. I'm so grateful for the atonement, I believe in it with all of my heart and I would be so lost without it. I really am going to make much more of an effort to not complain and focus on the positive. When there are so many others who have trials that are so much greater than mine, I have no reason to complain or whine. I truly am blessed, and I'm grateful for this reminder to focus on the positive. Thank you to all of those who are tremendous examples of patience, love and of long suffering!

Ignoring That Little Voice...

You know how there are times in your life when the Holy Ghost speaks to you and tells you something that you should know... have you ever ignored it? Well I have a few times and without going into detail, I swear that I would never ignore it again. Well no body is perfect and I'm not even close, this is something I really need to work on. So we have been doing some serious remodelling in the basement and it's been fun to watch Cameron (my brother) and Kris work on their projects. My sister in law and I were sitting down and watching them as Molly was running in and out of the playroom (one of the rooms not under construction) she would run to me and then back to the playroom. I even said out loud..."Molly why don't you sit down by mommy? or just stay in your playroom." That little voice A.K.A as the Holy Ghost, was telling me... she is going to get hurt. But blowing it off as being an over protective mom thought, I let her run. She stepped up on a pile of carpet mat, and went head first into the corner of the wall... That's right Huge bump. I really hate moments like this, when your struggling with the question, "is that me, or the spirit?" and I keep learning over and over (the hard way) that who cares where the thought is coming form, if it's a good thought just go with it and you'll never be sorry. Molly, my sweet baby, I'm so sorry. I have a long way to go and I'm really trying, but I'm not perfect. I feel so bad that you have that big owie on your noggin. This like I said, I just another lesson in my needing to listen! You can't see the bump as well in these pictures, and the bruising came a little latter, but this is as good as the pictures get.

Crazy Hair Part 2!

Molly has got the best hair. You can get it to do anything, it's got some curl, and yet if you want it straight you can get it to stay straight. It's really flexible and really will stay anywhere you put it... with a little hairspray it would stay like that all day if she wouldn't roll around on it. I just get such a kick out of it when she first wakes up, it's just this huge rats nest. I think we will keep Johnson & Johnson no more tangles in business with her hair. I just laugh everything she gets up first thing in the morning or nap time, you can tell she is not one who sleeps in the same position every night. I just had to take a picture of all the different ways she loves her hair done. Piggies, crazy piggies, 1/2 piggies, Medusa (this is Kris's least favorite), or just the plane old pony tail. She is so funny because she is such a girl and loves to have bows to finish off the look. As she gets older I hope her hair stays just like it is and she will love it, she might never have a bad hair day. Just a funny little thing about our pride and joy!

Huge Thanks!

I just have to take a second to tell my brother and sister in law... THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!!! They have been so good to us and have really helped us out. They have been here the last two weekends helping with Molly's room and getting the basement done and updated. Cameron and Kris spend Friday night and all day Saturday building the built in entertainment center! They did such an awesome job. We would have been lost without Cameron! We have been working hard to get the basement done before this baby comes and it has been an overwhelming job, but the help we have gotten from Cameron, Sierra and my Mom have really made it manageable. I feel so blessed to have such wonder family. Thanks so much for all of the help. It has been truly appreciated! Thanks so much to all of you. I love you all so much and again Kris and I both really appreciate all you have done! We can't wait to get the basement done and then we'll have to have you over for a big party! Thanks, sure love ya.

Someone's Having A Birthday!

Holy cow! I can't believe that it was almost two years ago that Kris and I were headed to the hospital to have our first baby girl. You know time has gone by so fast! She has truly changed our life for the better. She is so funny with her own opinions and personality. She just cracks me up everyday. There are so many things that I want to remember and so I made a list of Molly's favorite things and then I asked Kris what he though Molly's favorite things. Some of them were the same and then some I should have had on my list that I just seemed to over look becuse it is a dayly routine.
Kris's list was this...
- The frase weee... she says it all the time. on the airplane, mowing the lawn, or just riding in the car.
- I don't know how I forgotten this on my list, but Milk! The girl could drink a gallon a day if I let her, I think that must be a Rosander thing, I'm so not a milk fan, but she loves it, however it has to be soy milk, I know nasty, but she loves it.
- Ride... I should have had this on my list as well. She will just whine and whine saying ride, ride. She loves to go for rides. She thinks daddy's car is the coolest car to ride in, which surprises me because she can't see a thing, but that being said she just loves rides no matter what we go in.
- Swimming. I know Kim her swimming teacher is raising an eye brow right now, Molly has been kind of funny at lessons lately, I swear it's the 2 thing! but she loves to go swimming. She will get so excited and yells wimming wimming over and over again. I should have had this on my list as well.
- Dogs, but only from a distance. she gets close to a dog and she will freek out!
-Tennis Rackets. She loves to carry them aournd. Kris had several that were out and she walks around with them and thinks that they are so cool. I think she will be a tennis player when she grows up, maybe we could have her dad or uncle teach her!
These were the things that were on both of our list...
- SHOES She wants shoes on with everything and nothing. That is the first thing she wants when she gets out of bed in the moring and the last thing she wants before she gets back into bed for the night. She loves shoes she will change them 50 times a day. She will put on Kris's shoes and my shoes and anyone else that leaves there shoes around
- Balls. She loves any size of ball. My work out ball keep making it's way into her playroom, it finaly made it's way upstairs and there it has stayed. She loves to run after the balls more that though or bounce.
- Books! Molly loves anything with words. She loves her books, but give her a magazine sports illustrated, or the Rachel Ray and it will keep her busy for hours!
- Her baby. One of her cousins gave her a baby for Christmas and it took a few months, but she carries that thing around everywhere. If she is eating than she wants the baby in the chair by her. She has a bib on so the baby needs a bib. She is so loving with that baby it puts my mind at ease with another baby coming. Thanks Amy.
- Mowing the lawn (I had that in mind as well but coupled it with spending time with daddy).
The things I had on my list...
-Bananas! The kid would live off them If I let her.
-Yogurt! Another one that she loves and could live off of. She loves most food, but one day I told her I had a treat for her and gave her yogurt, so now it's known at our house as a treat. My mom said she keep asking for a treat, I smiled and told her it was yogurt that she wanted.
-Cell Phones. She has a ton of the toy cell phoes, but she wants ours. She is so funny. She carries it about and says "hello" then it's usually followed by a name of an aunt or grandparant and the rest is jibberish to me, but she loves it. The latest is she will prop it inbetween her sholder and cheek, Like I do when I'm trying to multi task.
-Talking! She can go and go and go! Kris said the other day, wow, she never stops. Who's that? What's that? I haven't really gotten the why yet but man... Where's daddy that question is the first thing she says and she can ask that for 20 straght minutes and I could give her the answer each time, she still would ask it. Perfect example... We went out to dinner for my sister in laws birthday and the whole 15-20 min ride home she asked... Where's Pa, Where's Nana, Where's Cory? Where's KeKe? Where's Mark? This was over and over and over the whole way home. Classic.
-Pockets. I know it sounds so funny, but she loves to have her jacket on becuse she loves to put her hands in the pockets and she loves the pockets in her pants skirts and so on. She loves pockets, go figure!
-Outside! That is easy enough. Anything outside she loves!
- Just a few others are her sun glasses, which she wares every chans she gets.
- Barney!
Well we have been blessed by this amazing little girl and I can't wait to see what else we will discover about her in the coming years! Molly we love you and I know this is early, but Happy Bithday Love!

Hanging Out With Daddy!

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Molly loves her daddy! She wants to do everything with him. The minute he opens the garage she starts to dance around in circles and yelling daddy! After Kris has said his hellos and held and kissed and played with Molly for a few minutes he heads to the bedroom to change his clothes... This is when the falling apart begins. She will either follow him around or start screaming and crying yelling "where's daddy?" Thursdays are always fun for Molly because that is the day Kris mows the lawn. He has taken her out since she was just little. Molly started off in the baby bjorn and then when she grew out of that Kris would carry her, Now he trys to get her to walk next to him, but yesterday I was looking out the window and this is what I saw... I was loving it. I hope you all get a kick out of this like I did! I love how she is always saying wee!

We've Done It!

The change has been made and Molly is doing awesome! I know I told you that we were going to wait a week to put Molly in her big girl bed, but because Molly did so well taking a nap in her big girl bed Sunday and Monday, I asked Molly which bed she wanted to sleep in, she said the big girl bed so that's were we put her. She only cryed for about 3 minutes and then she was just quiet. She laid there for quite a while before she actually fell asleep, but she slept til 9 this morning and she has done really well tonight. She stopped crying as soon as I left the room. She has been such a good sleeper. Bedtime is 7 and she will usually sleep until 8:45 or 9. She is so great. Kris was saying that he was so surprised that she has been so easy with this transition! Yea.

Swim Party!

My mom has been trying to get us to come down for a special surprise, so finally we were able to go last Mon. What was the big surprise...My mom had purchased a water slide, not a little dinky one but a huge blow up one the size of the bounce houses. All the grand kids came over and played on the slide. My mom served lunch hot dogs, bananas, watermelon, and Capri suns. What a fun day it was for all the grand kids to play together and hangout in the sun. Thanks mom. I know it's a lot of work for you, but it is sure fun to have something fun to do this summer!

Moven' On Up!

From the Nursery to her big girl room! This weekend has been a crazy one! We have been doing some remodeling in the basement... a whole other post coming soon. But we have had so many things going on all at once trying to get ready for this baby to come. One of the top things on my list was to get Molly out of her crib and into a bed. I don't want her feeling like the baby comes home and takes over her room and bed and everything else. With all of the changes that will occur I just wanted this behind me so we can get though the bad nights and everything else before the baby comes. Saturday my mom, brother, and his wife all come up to help with our massive painting project down in the basement and they helped us get the painting done in Molly's new room. I asked if she wanted to sleep in her big girl bed and she said yes, so we thought we would try it. I was a bit worried about it still smelling like paint, but I though hey if she is excited about it I don't want to loose momentum. She was so excited about it she was running in circles and it's a good thing we weren't tackling the potty training at the same time, because in all the excitement I had to change her diaper twice before she went to bed all within a half hour, just like an excited little puppy. She did fine till I looked in on her and then she lost it. Kris layed by her for a few minutes but rather than fight the battle, I thought lets just put her in her crib and then when we get her night light fixed (new bulb, it burned out just as I moved it into her new room of course) and maybe we can make it more of a smooth transition. Well folks today she took a nap in her big girl bed. When she got up I made it such a big deal, we got all excited and talked about how cool her big girl bed was. I asked her where she wanted to sleep tonight and she said her big bed, but when it came down to it, she wanted to sleep in her crib. This week I'm just going to keep putting her in her "big bed" for naps and then we will go full time next week, we'll have to play it by ear. We just had to take pictures of her and her excitement for her big bed so here they are and when I get her room all done, I'll post those pictures.

I Think We're Past the No!

Molly is so funny! I taught her at a young age to nod her head yes. I had the thinking that I was not going to have a child that said no all the time...Ya I don't think that you can really change some things, there are just certain stages that kids go through, right. Well Molly went WAY the other way. She says no to everything. The only way you can distinguish between a real no and a yes is she nods her head yes as she says no= yes, or she will shake her head no and say no=no. EVERYTHING WAS NO! You may think I'm exaggerating, but I'm so not. Well the one day last week Kris was enjoying the last of his leftover shake and Molly always loves a good treat. Kris would ask her if she wanted a bite and she would of course say...no, with her mouth wide open and the begging grunts that always seem to come from her when there is food involved. Kris kept telling her yes, well she can't say yes, but we can get a ya when we tell her to say it. So Kris would tell her to say ya. She would say ya and then Kris would ask again, Do you want some ice cream? with out missing a beat Molly would respond, No! Mouth open same thing over and over and over again. Finally Kris asked again "Do you want some ice cream" No was the first reply followed by a quick YA. It was so funny how she would give the No answer without even thinking about it. This was so funny over and over with Kris correcting her every time...She has been so awesome since then. She will totally give you a ya answer for yes and no only when she really means it. If you think you can break bad habits before they start, think again, it's going to take your husband and a nice Oreo shake. It worked wonders for us!

Happy Fathers Day!

To all those fathers out there happy fathers day to you all. I wanted to take just a second and say a few word about the fathers in my life. First to my wonderful husband. I could have never have seen what an incredible father you would become. I always knew that you would be a good dad, but you have exceeded by far any expectations. I love watching you with Molly. You can look at her for hours and still look like you are enthralled with with. I love the way she just lights up when you walk into the room. I love that you always want to take her with you where ever you go, washing the car, mowing the lawn, going to get a drink, a swim trip to nan and pa's and on and on. I think that it says a lot that you want to take her with you all the time. You are amazing and I feel lucky to have you for a husband, Molly loves you and she will be blessed though out her life for having you as a dad. Thanks I love you. To Kris's Dad, I just want to say thank you. I have the best most amazing husband in the world. I can not imagine my life with out him and I look forward to each and everyday I have with him. I want to tell you thank you for raising such an amazing son. My life have been blessed because of your hard work, although I don't see Kris as being much of a challenge. Thank you for teaching him how to be a good father, we learn by example, Thank you for all of the time you took for him, and preparing him to be a husband and father! Lastly to my dad. What can I say. I know my dad had a lot more work with me as a child, Sorry about that. I have come a long way and I know that is because of you and mom. You have been an incredible example to me of hard work, and as the young womans theme states this year you are truly steadfast and immovable in the gospel. Thank you so much for teaching me and supporting me, and loving me when I know that it wasn't easy. Thank you for being there for me whether it's a two hour melt down in you office about what I should do with life, or coming to you about sports, gospel, work, motherhood, and so on. Thank you for always listening and your wise advice. You truly are one of my hero's. It would be a great honor to become like you! I love you. Happy Fathers Day!

One Lucky Girl!

Today is Kris and my anniversary and I just can't help but think of what a lucky girl I am. Kris and I have know each other for a long time and even though it took us a while to finely both be on the same page about getting hitched, I can't help but think that my life would not be the same without him. I can honestly say that there has not been one single day that I have ever wondered why I married him. I just feel blessed to have him in my life. I'm always telling my little sister that I love my life, and one day she told me that I had to hear this song because it totally reminded her of me. When I listened to it, all but the dog, it's on the money. It"s exactly how I feel about my life. So you will have to listen to the "I love my life" song on my play list here on the blog. Kris, Thanks for making life so amazing. I truly LOVE my life, and most of all YOU! Thank you for being the man, husband, and father that you are.

Some Funny Molly Stories!

Molly at 22 months. These are some of the funny stories that have happened this past month. I had put Molly in the shower with me. I had wraped her in her towel and dried her off mostly in the shower and then set her out side the shower. When I steped out There was a puddle and I just looked at Molly. I then asked her "Is this water or pee?" Molly isn't talking a whole lot still and only gives one word at a time. She looks up at me with those big bright eyes and in her sweet little voce said, "It's pee!". There have been other times just out of the bathtub or shower that there have been puddles and each time we ask her we always get the same answer, "it's pee."
The second story I have been debating sharing on the blog, but now that all of this is my journal here we go... Molly has been getting into this hitting thing. She has only been hitting me, at least that is what I thought until I saw her take a swat or two at her friend Thomas. But wether or not it's just me, I'm not a mom that stands for that kind of thing. We have seemed to overcome this once before, but now we are right back to were we started. I have tried time out, I have tried to lovingly correct and show her how to be soft, I swear I have tried everything that I have seen, heard or read, other than spanking which I'm not much of an advocate of. Well the hitting still has not stopped. I started to give her hair a little tug everytime she hits. Don't worry it's not even as hard as it is when I am doing her hair in pig tails. She just kind of looks at me and isn't really sure what to do, laugh, cry, or try hitting again. Well I was changing her diaper the other day and she was on the changing table and she hit me. I grabbed her hand and very seriously looked her in the eye and told her we don't hit! That's not ok! She gave me her scowl that she dose all tooooo well and then reached up and pulled her own hair. I just went on changing the diaper and when I put her down I just started to laugh! It was so funny. It still dosn't solve my problem of how to handle the bad behaveor... I'm telling you 2 is totally uncharted and totaly unpredictable!

Mom & Molly... Just a like!

I have been getting such a kick out of Molly lately, she is doing so many quirky things that remind me so much of me. I do have to say I think she looks so much like her dad, there is not much, if any, of her that looks like me. Some of the funny things that remind me of myself are little things here and there that you wouldn't pick up on if you don't spend a lot of time with her or me. This sounds so stupid, but I love the feel of elbows... I know don't ask me to explain, I just like the way they feel. Kris found this out the hard way. I will sit next to him and just play with his elbow while we watch TV, drive in the car, walk down the street. It sounds funnier that it actually looks, promise. I have always been like this. When I was a little girl I would remember sitting next to my mom in sacrament meeting and playing with her elbow the whole time. I don't ever play with Molly's because hers are so little there is not really an elbow there. The other day we were sitting on the couch together and she just started playing with my elbow, she will do it every now and then and it just makes me smile, so me! One of the other things that I have noticed is that she loves to pick. If I have a sore or zit I can almost count on a scar because I just can't leave it alone. Kris can also attest to this one, I do the some thing to him. Again something that Molly has picked up. She has some sores on the back of her heals where her new sandals have rubbed and I was trying to change her diaper and she was getting so mad because she wanted to pick the sore and I wasn't letting her. Another way she is becoming more like me is she gets a second wind... If I'm not in bed early, which never happens, I'm more of a night owl. I get this crazy energy at night. Molly is the same way if you don't get her in to bed by bed time 7:00 she just gets crazy! She gets really giggly and will just run around is circles. I just asked Kris what he thinks makes her more like me and he pointed out that we (Molly and I) both have an amazing amount of patience...RIGHT! He was being sarcastic. I just thought I would share some of these funny little quirks Molly and I share. I really do just get a kick out of her everyday.

The Perfect Saturday!

Yesterday was the perfect Saturday! Kris had come home from work Friday night and had cleaned the house while I was at my girls night out... I know perfect husband (that's another post altogether)! So Saturday we didn't have much work to do. Most of the stuff I need to get done I decided to put off til Monday. We got up about 8:45-9ish I know perfect daughter who sleeps! I was not feeling really well so while we were waiting for the zofran to kick in we all laid in our bed and watched Barney. Well I was watching Kris and Molly they were both way into it. Then we went to "Donald's" as Molly calls it McDonald's to the rest of us. There it was pancakes for breakfast! I don't know why but going out to breakfast is so much fun for me. I love having Kris around on Saturdays and we aren't in a big hurry. After breakfast we went to Nan and Pa's for some pool time. I know it was only about 49 degrees out side, but the awesome thing was the pool was in the 90's. When Molly was good and tired we come home and all laid down for a bit. Then we were up and getting showered and ready. We had some lunch and Molly and Kris went out and washed his car. then we went to the mall to look for an outfit to bring the baby home in... found nothing, but it was just nice to get out. We stopped on the way home and picked up some food from Pei Wei one of my favorite placed to eat and then came home and ate our dinner, Kris had to run to the office for an emergency, but was back just after getting Molly into bed. He had picked up a movie and some shakes... did I tell you, perfect. We sat down together and just spent the rest of the evening hanging out. I love kick back days when we can just spend the day all together. Thanks for the perfect Saturday hun!

Girls Night Out!

Friday night my mom had planned a girls night out for us. All of my sisters (minus Cydne who is serving a mission in Taiwan) were there and my sister in law. We got dinner from Panda Express and then finished off with one of my favorite deserts (Island Way Sorbets from Costco, they come in real fruit shells, so cool) any way, so yummy! Then we pulled everything out to make cards and we worked on cards for a few hours. What a fun night it was to get together with the girls. We don't do that very often. Thanks for making it so much fun Mommer!

Oh Pregnancy!

Just a pre curser for those of you who would not like to hear me complain and gripe you may want to skip this post, However, I have decided to post it anyway because I have been putting my posts into a book for a journal (a.k.a. Family history) So like I said if you don't want to hear it... you may just want to skip this post.
Today started off very similar to a few months ago. Kris and I got really good at our routine and I was reminded of that when we had to fall back to our old routine today. Kris would get up in the mornings getting ready for work and would bring me a zofran, toast (it hat to be toast, untoasted it wouldn't stay down) with peanut butter on it and a glass of water. The water never had to be to full, If I ever drank more than a sip and half up would come everything. After bringing me my drugs Kris was off to work and I would lay in bed and listen for Molly to get up and the drugs to kick in. It seemed to help just enough to get me out of bed when Molly would get up and I could usually make it though changing her diaper and getting her some milk and toast before I had to head back to the bathroom floor. The zofran helped me get from my bed to the places I would spend most of my time... the bathroom floor, this was always a hard one because Molly would just stand and watch me throw up and just scream the whole time having no idea what was going on, and there was nothing I could do to help or comfort her. My other places of rest would consist of the family room floor or the couch. This was a place where I could pull out all of Molly's toys and observe her and make sure she was ok and not getting into anything that she shouldn't be into. This is where Molly got her love of Barney that's right and only Barney. We would play this again and again. Molly was still a very unsteady walker and she got really good at making a walking path though all of the toys sidestepping carefully though to make it to where she wanted to go. Anytime I was on the couch or floor you could always find the famous white bowl, there was also one in my car, you never know! I was sitting in young women one Sunday after all of the girls had left and one of the other leaders said that I looked like she felt, tired. I told her I was pregnant. She was so cute and just lit up. "Oh that is so exciting, that is so wonderful" and then I just burst into tears. I wasn't thinking that it was so exciting or wonderful, in fact I was wondering what the heck I was doing. I couldn't even take care of my 18 month old daughter. There were days she would sit in her high chair for more than an hour, until I could get off the couch to get her out. The zofran I was taking during the day never made me feel better it just made me not throw up as much. Things have gotten better and I'm not taking the zofran anymore, but I always feel nauseous. I am now getting closer and sometimes think that this too shall pass, but I never would have been able to survive this with out my amazing husband. I feel like every time he looked at me I was running to the bathroom. He would come home from work and clean the house, take Molly into his arms and love her and give her the attention she was in dire need of, and would make dinner. He was, has been and is absolutely amazing. There is no way I could have gotten though this with out him. There have been others that have been amazing. The same young womens leader I was talking to that Sunday and the bishops wife called one evening and said that dinner was on it's way. After they left I just looked at Kris and cried... I was so overwhelmed and feet so sick, they did something that I could not do for my family. I felt such love and appreciation. Thanks to all of those that got me though this. I'm now doing and functioning well, but will be so glad when this baby gets here. Thanks to my wonderful husband who has the system down so well that all that I had to tell him was that I needed a zofran (it's been a while since I have had to do that) today and he was on the ball. I feel blessed that I have been able to go so long with out it. I know I'm not the best at enduring this part of children, but I love being a mom. I love seeing them grow and there is nothing in this world I would rather do or be than a mom. There are always trials with greatness, such as making it though pregnancy to have these amazing spirits in our home and part of our family. Even now that my amazing husband and wonderful daughter have given me there fantastic cold, and I'm having to cough with my head in the air because my body now thinks that it should automatically throw up when I cough, you never know what you're going to get...Will you throw up or pee your pants or both simultaneously. What I want out of this entire rant is that as my girls read this when they get older... I want them to know that there will inevitably be hard times in life. You will have challenges that push you and test you until you feel that you can't take anymore. These times in life are necessary for you to have. How can we ever really appreciate the good if we never experience the bad. The nice thing is, it will always get better, maybe not over night, but it will always get better!

Our Picnic!

Molly and I have been getting a bit stir crazy in the house so I decided for lunch the other day we would pack the lunch and head for the back yard! Molly didn't quite get what was going on and at first was fine that I was making her lunch and putting it in a bag that she could carry all on her own, but when I didn't let her bust it out on the kitchen floor we had quite the melt down... there have been a lot of these lately, Welcome to 2! Once we got outside she thought it was the coolest thing ever. She didn't much care for her drink of water, she preferred my caffeine free diet coke.

Her bag was full of a sandwich, apple, cookie, and a cup of water!

Our happy camper:)

Oh so good, this is the life.

Her cookie, what a treat. Amazing how that takes no time at all to finish. I really can't complain she is such an awesome eater.

Molly and Mom's Diet Coke (caffeine free of course)

Memorial Day

Dad and Molly dressed in their orange

Molly with Aunt Kat and Uncle Cameron

Kris and I took Molly and Kimball back to my mom and dads for nap time!

Memorial Day was such a blast. The Baird family always gets together and we go to the cemetery and talk about our family members that have passed on before us. Some we have grown up hearing about and some it takes a little more work to remember how they fit in and how we are related. Aunt Christine puts so much work into this holiday, coming up with the names of those grave sites that we go to and then games and songs and just the whole thing. She also come up with a fun way of showing our family pride. She used the color wheel and gave each family (there are 9 kids in my dads family) a color. The Scott Bairds are orange and we have some serous orange pride:) In a good way. Everyone wears there colors and it's just so fun to hang out with the family. This year was rainy so instead of going to the graves we just talked about them. We talked about my great grandmother and grandfather and then my dads sister who passed away when she was just 15. She would be 60 now and she was an incredible girl. In fact it was very moving for me because this is who my daughter is named after. Vicky was an outstanding young woman and as I have read her history I just am more and more amazed at what an incredible young women she was. I look forward to the day when I get to meet her is person. Thanks Aunt Chris for all the work you put into this holiday to make it really mean something!