Friday, September 30, 2011

P90 Impossible.


Things around here have been slowly getting back to normal. Well, almost. I have zero time to do anything, Including blog, and Mike and I are both sleep deprived, despite going to bed at 8 or 8:30 every night. It's a good thing he's super cute, Because Brent is not the greatest sleeper. But other than that we're back to normal.
I'm working tirelessly to get this nasty baby weight off, and I have about 15 pounds to go. Yes, That's what happens when you eat entire plates of sugar cookies on your own and gain 60 pounds. So back to 40-30-30 I go. You can order the book here.  I have done this "diet" every time I've had a baby. It is the only thing that has always worked for me. It's tons of food, I'm never hungry and I drop weight fast. {Usually about 3-4 pounds a week} Yes, Really. And as long as you don't cheat, It works. And it works fast. Mike convinced me to buy P90X. {Well, really they might as well call it P90 impossible. Pull ups for a minute? Child please!} But the conditions were that he had to eat clean for the duration of the program. Now keep in mind that Mike normally eats fast food for at least 2 meals of the day. I know gross right? But he has given me his word that he will give up fast food until January first. Trying to find fruits and veggies that he will eat is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. I think in the almost 6 years we've been married, I've seen him eat a fresh fruit or veggie once or twice. Because I made him. Funny right? We are complete opposites when it comes to food. That's what I live on. Any who, It's been kinda hard for Mike and I to find time together so we decided that we'd do P90 impossible together in the mornings before the kiddos wake up. We learned 2 things, We love each others company... And we are both really out of shape. {At least one of us has a legitimate excuse for that} So, we'll see how long this lasts... I'm committed and I am determined to look like this...

Okay Okay, I know it's not realistic, I've had several kids and I don't think my abs will ever be that awesome...But if you shoot for the moon you're bound to at least hit the stars right? So, Don't offer me candy corn, cupcakes, pizza, sugar cookies or white bread... Because I'm not sure I have the will power to say no. Here's to awesome mommy abs. And Ashley "Hulk" Larkin triceps. {You like how I spelled that right just for you Hulk.}

"The only one who can tell you you can't is you... You don't have to listen."
-Nike

Monday, September 26, 2011

Why isn't that good enough?


I think this is literally the first time I have sat down in the last 4 days. And the funny thing is, I can't even say what I've been doing. Really, just taking care of kiddos and being sick. I did go to a women's broadcast on Saturday night and was reminded of a few things. One that really stuck out to me though. Be patient with yourself.
I am really bad at that. I think that I am patient with my children, and try to be patient with others in their shortcomings and give them the benefit of the doubt. But when it comes to myself, I don't think that there is room for error. I understand that I am not perfect. Nowhere close. But I do try to do and be my very best. To live up to the potential in me. However, I can never forgive myself for not doing this or finishing that, or being everything that everyone wants me to be, or thinks that I am. {Was that the biggest run on sentence you've ever read?} I feel like there is always something more I could be doing, or that I should be doing. When in reality, I am doing my best, and doing a pretty good job. My kids are fed, played with, loved, disciplined, taught, and clean, with teeth and hair brushed and bows in.  My house is clean. {Laundry is almost always done... } I take care of myself, Physically and spiritually, and make time to do the things I enjoy. And let's not forget, I manage to find time to date prince charming, and watch football games while cuddling on the couch. Why isn't that good enough? Why are we so hard on ourselves? It reminds me of a story I've heard. There was a woman who was trying to figure out why she was depressed. She was beautiful. She was happily married to a fantastic guy, and had beautiful children, and ran on a track team. She had what most would see as a perfect life. But in speaking to her therapist, They got to the bottom of it. In college, She was so beautiful, that everyone said she would be Miss America, She was such a phenomenal runner, That everyone said she would win the Olympics one day. Everyone said that she would marry a movie star. As time passed on and she didn't do those things, She felt like a failure. You see, She had unrealistic expectations set. By herself, and by others. Most would look and see someone who had accomplished a great deal, But because of what she thought she would accomplish, She looked at it as failing to achieve those goals.
I think sometimes, We set ourselves up for failure by comparing our weaknesses to someone elses strengths. Nobody is good at everything, But everyone is good at something. We can't all be Miss America, Or win the Olympics. Why can't we focus on the things we have and are doing right?
Trust me, Those people you look at and think they have it all together...They don't. 

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Nana's homemade whole wheat focaccia.

I feel like death. Seriously moms should not get sick. Especially with mastitis. I can't lift kids, I can't hold kids, I can't hug kids, Life is not fun right now. My sweet Buby is headed to go get my prescription now.  So, seeing that I am in no condition to tend to the needs of 4 cute babies, I headed to my mommy's. While I was over there, I tasted this little piece of heaven...

Homemade whole wheat focaccia...Oh heaven sakes is it pure delight. I wish I had a piece right now... But dangit, Why is my mom such a fantastic cook? {I know everyone says that about their mom, But It's not just my opinion, ask anyone, it's a fact.} I couldn't put the dumb bread down. No, literally I ate it until there was no more... Yes, It's "clean" But lets get something straight... Just because something is "CLEAN" does not mean it will help you lose weight. In this months issue of Clean Eating a reader wrote in and said that she had gained 8 pounds since she started cooking from the clean eating magazine... Hello?!? If you only cook the "clean" desserts they publish, You're still going to get fat. It's still calorie laden, It's just not processed. Okay anyways, Here's the recipe... and a word to the wise, Don't make this if you don't have someone to share it with, because you will eat it all.

Homemade whole wheat focaccia- By Debi Mortensen {Aka my mama}
1 1/2 C. warm water
2 1/2 tea. yeast
1 tea. honey
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 tea salt
4 cups whole wheat flour


Herb mix
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1/2 tea garlic pwd
1 tea dried oregano
1 tea dried thyme
1/2 tea. dried basil
1/4 tea fresh ground black pepper

In mixer, Combine water, Yeast, Honey, 2 T. oil and 2 cups flour. Let it rise halfway up the bowl. Add 1 tea. salt and remaining flour and knead for 5 min.
Press onto oiled cookie sheet. Cover and let it rise until doubled. Spread herbed mix over top, Sprinkle with coarse sea salt and with fingers press holes into top.
Bake at 425 for 15 min. or until golden brown.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Big doors swing on little hinges.

So there I was at Publix at 9 O'clock at night... Mistake number one...Mistake number 2, going to Publix while Chocolate covered pretzels are BOGO. You know... These things...
Doesn't that look like a mountain of heavens deliciousness... I LOVE White chocolate covered pretzels. Like, More than should humanly be possible to love something. I think I could eat them all day everyday and never be sick of them. Okay, So you get the point. Well, I decided to throw them in the cart. {Why do they put that crap next to the register?} I felt guilty immediately, And I hadn't even had the pleasure of eating one yet! I knew they weren't on the "Lose the baby weight and be muscle-y again" food program. But I didn't care... Once again, My flesh was weak. I KNEW I didn't want to eat those things and KNEW I would feel terrible after eating them. Mentally and physically.
 
And then a glance to my favorite magazine caught my eye...

It just so happened that my fitness inspiration {Amber Elizabeth} graced the cover this month... I took one glance and threw those dumb delicious pretzels back on the shelf. I know it sounds so stupid, But I thought to myself, She'd never touch these things. It takes some serious self discipline to chisel those abs and shoulders. Something I don't have a lot of. So I came home and ate my turkey breast...

I think that this dumb pretzel story applies to everything in life. Sacrificing what we want in the moment, for what we really want. I can tell you now, That I am happy looking back that I didn't eat the pretzels, You know how many extra hours in the gym that would have been? These cellulite-y hamstrings aren't going to tone themselves... And that's what I really want. It's the same thing for the financial aspect of our lives, The spiritual aspect, and obviously the physical aspect. If you look at where you are now, and look at where you want to be, It's overwhelming... But if you take it one decision at a time, You'll be surprised at what you can accomplish. Big doors swing on little hinges my friends...

Saturday, September 17, 2011


You remember that movie scene where the kid is running as fast as he can after the school bus, and can't catch it? And the bus driver can't see him and just keeps going? I feel like I'm that kid lately. There really isn't a minute that someone doesn't needs me. I'm running and running only to get a little closer to the goal, just to have it a tad bit out of reach. I went to Target last night... All by myself. It was awesome. I'm not going to lie, I probably circled the store twice. Just to waste time. {And as a side note, still managed to get out of there for $35} It was so nice to be alone for even just an hour. I came back in the door to chaos. A screaming baby, other kids needing dinner, one wanting to be held... I looked at Mike and laughed and said... Can I leave again?!?
Things settled down, Kids were fed, Scriptures and prayers were had, and bedtime came. Finally. I sat down to work on my lesson for Sunday school tomorrow, and came across this scripture.


 2 Corinthians 4:8-9
 We are atroubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in bdespair;
 aPersecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not bdestroyed;

I totally feel like this is me right now. A friend of mine posted a status update yesterday that said,
"Is it possible to feel overwhelmed and at peace at the same time?...I think that's the best way to describe how I'm feeling right now"
I say yes. Because that's me too.
What A beautiful mess. This is exactly where I thought I would be 10 years ago. All I wanted to do is be a mommy to lots of cute little babies. I wouldn't change A second of the chaos for the world.
When I think about everything and everybody that I am responsible for, I panic. However, When I am in the midst of the tasks of the day, I manage them. I get them done without hesitation. I know I can do it. I don't know how I manage, By all accounts, its doesn't even make sense to me. I could sit on the couch and feel overwhelmed and sorry for myself, But I've made a choice to do my best. Even if sometimes it's not good enough. That's okay. Nobody can do it all, and nobody can do it all perfectly...But who says I can't try to?
I'm doing my best, and that makes me a supermom.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

you win some... you lose some.

Today was a pretty normal day. We dropped Blake off at school, Went to the gym, Picked Blake up, and came home. I've really been trying to include the kids in the things that I have to do around the house. So we made lunch together and of course Blake negotiated an extra cookie... On to clean up the kitchen. Kynzi "helped" me unload the dishwasher, dumping the silverware on the floor, and then helped me put those back in the dishwasher to be cleaned...again. LaLa then helped me fold laundry and put a load in the washer. {She loves folding her daddy's socks...But not mommy's.} And in the process, She found half of her Christmas and birthday presents. Whoops a daisy. Then Blake helped me scrub the toilets...BAD IDEA. Just bad. I don't recommend having your 4 year old boy help with the toilet. After the chores were done, I decided because LaLa and I had so much fun making skirts the other day, That she could help me make some pants, because her favorite 2 pairs of shorts have been worn to the point of holes. Well everything was going great until I realized, that because of all the "help" and distractions I had, I stitched the wrong pieces together and didn't realize until I had already inserted the elastic into the waistband...The last step. UGH!!! Oh well, You win some you lose some. The silverware can be washed again, the water can be mopped up, and the pants were remade... Time consuming, Yes. But what else do I have to do? Nothing. My life is dedicated to those sweet babies. Nothing is more important than spending time with them, teaching them, laughing with them, listening to them, and loving them. Oh and yes, I did all of this with Brent strapped to me in the papoose.

Carrot cake protein bars.

Okay, Obviously I am not saying that these are as good as a big ol' fat piece of carrot cake. However, I am saying that they taste good and only have about 110 calories per bar. I started out with Jamie Easons carrot protein bar recipe. It was okay, But could have been better, I'm a texture freak and needed some different textures. After a bit of trial and error, Here's my version. I make a 9x13 so that I can freeze them in ziplock bags and take them as on the go snacks.

Carrot Cake Protein Bars

Ingredients:
  • 4 cups oat flour  { I grind my own oats so if you use store bought oat flour its 3}
  • 4 scoops vanilla whey protein
  • 4 tsp cinnamon
  • 1 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1/4 tsp allspice
  • 1/4 tsp nutmeg
  • 8 egg whites
  • 1 1/2 cup Truvia
  • 16 oz baby food carrots
  • 4 oz water 
  • 4 peeled and grated carrots 
  • 1/2 cup walnuts
  • 1/2 cup raisins
Directions:
1.     Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2.     Mix flour, whey protein, cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, baking soda and salt together in a bowl.
3.     Mix egg whites, Truvia, in a bowl.
4.     Add wet ingredients to dry ingredients and mix together. Fold in walnuts and raisins.
5.     Spray 9x13 glass dish with non-stick spray.
6.     Pour ingredients into dish.
7.     Bake 30+ minutes until toothpick comes out clean from center. Its closer to 40 in my oven.


Cut into 24 bars.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

making skirts with lala

 {I wrote this last night} and yes, I forgot to take pictures of them in their skirts}

Today has been slightly chaotic. It's 9pm and I am just now sitting down to drink my dinner. {I already cleaned the kitchen and was too lazy to make myself dinner, So I just pulled a spinach protein shake out of the freezer} Yes, I fed my kids Chick fil A. So sue me.  I made the girls some cute skirts, Which is what took the majority of the day. I may post pictures later, If I remember. Last night LaLa and I went to the fabric store and she picked out some fabric for her skirt. So this morning we sat on the kitchen floor,  and cut out the skirt together. {Space is limited in this tiny little house, So we got creative. I can't wait for the next house where I have an entire office to myself. Dedicated to sewing, crafting, food storage, Where I won't break my back sitting on the floor.} Sorry, I got side-tracked daydreaming, back to where I was, Cutting the skirt out together. I was a little nervous about that but she did great, And I got to teach her how to follow the pattern and explain a few simple things about it. She's only 3, But she loves doing whatever I'm doing, and was a great little helper. I'm learning to be patient. It would have been much easier and faster to just hurry and cut it out. She loves to "help" with the dishes, or laundry or whatever else I happen to be doing. Like I said those things would be much easier and faster without "help" But they are sweet memories we get to make together.





As a side note, I am buying a serger. French seams take way too long. I got done with LaLa's skirt and loaded the kids in the van and went to my moms to use her serger. Trust me, That was way faster than doing french seams on Kynzi's skirt.

Papa and Grandma HAY-NO visit.

This last week my parents from Utah came out for a visit. Here's a few happenings from that fun filled visit.
 We picked them up from the Orlando airport, So we took the kids to downtown Disney for the day. And ate at the T rex restaurant
 










 Brent received his name and a blessing. 



 We kayaked and played in the lake




 Wagon rides to the pool

 We watched movies, While eating kettle corn with chocolate covered raisins. And yes, we have finally seen cloudy with a chance of meatballs and know I know who baby Brent is...
 Blake and Brent look just like this guy right here.
video
And Blake terrorized some lizards.

We ate sno cones
 
It was a good week.

Lemon caper chicken



4-6 chicken cutlets
1/4 tea. sea salt
1/4 tea. pepper
4 Tbs. lemon juice
2 tsp. olive oil


1 cup mushrooms sliced (I use baby bellas)
2 Tbs parsley chopped
2 tea. whole capers


Salt and pepper the chicken and drizzle with 2 tbs lemon juice
heat oil in pan over medium heat. add chicken and mushrooms and cook chicken 3 min per side or until golden brown and mushrooms are soft. add remaining lemon juice parsley and capers and cook for 2 more minutes. {make sure the chickens temperature reaches 165 degrees.}

We eat it over whole wheat angel hair pasta with zucchini and squash that I Sauté in olive oil and salt and pepper.

This stuff is good! 

Friday, September 9, 2011

Why does everything happen at once?

When it rains it pours I suppose. 
Why did my blender die?
Why did my kitchen aid mixer die? {Okay I know the answer to that, its 15 years old.}
Why did my sewing machine die? {Okay someone may have left it in the garage after the move and it rusted thanks to our water softener breaking}
Why are the hospital and NICU bills coming in the mail all at once?!

Does this ever happen to you? I really hate spending money on necessities. 
The good news is, All of those things can be replaced, or paid for. Our sweet little family is healthy safe and happy. Life is good.
Now, for the fun!
I got a new sewing machine!!!!
The Singer Brilliance 6199. I am so excited. It's not a Bernina, But really, I don't know if I could handle that much machine... This one fit the budget and would fill the needs that I would require. And when I mentioned the price of the Bernina embroidery/sewing machine I wanted Mike laughed. Point taken. I'm happy with my little Singer and know that she will serve us well. I am excited to take just my little LaLa on a date to the fabric store and let her pick some fabric and a pattern. And buy a few new feet for my sewing machine! I have had my eye on a ruffling foot for ages. Oh how fun! I hate hand gathering. It takes forever.

So as for the mixer, I'm borrowing my moms Kitchen Aid {It's her backup. She also has a Bosch} for the time being.
The Blender... Well, I can promise Mike will NOT spend $400 on a Vitamix right now...So maybe another cheap little one from Costco. I have all the time in the world to buy the finer things in life. Right now, NICU bills need to be paid, babies need food in their bellies and clothes on their backs.

Not forgetting me.

People ask how I have time to blog... Well, nursing with a Boppy pillow, sitting at the computer is the only time I really have anymore, Look Ma, No hands. lol.

As you all know, I use retail therapy to deal with sadness or frustrations, or really anything else. I like to shop okay. That was the old me, the new "provident spend no money" Kyrsten has found other ways. Thanks to a conversation that went a little something like this...

Me: I may or may not be using retail therapy to cope with some post partum feelings right now...
Mike: NO! Find another way.
Me: Okay I will... after I buy this one jacket.
Mike: DO NOT buy that jacket.

 

This is the jacket...
Isn't it gorgeous? Never mind that I have the same jacket in grey sitting in my closet. And about 5 other Lulu jackets. HELLO?!?! I live in Florida... I can't even wear jackets 9 months out of the year.   
I had every intention of buying that jacket, even after this conversation. Well, I'm still married, so obviously I came to my senses and I didn't buy that jacket.
The whole point of this story...
I have found other ways to "vent." I love creating. I love my blog and feel like it's a reflection of who I am and who I want to be. It is my "ME" time. That's how I have time to blog. It keeps me sane and makes me happy. I think that every mom has to remember who she is and the things she loved to do before kids. I adore my children, and doing things {or everything} for them, But If you don't take time to be who YOU are, Not just Mommy, I think you will go crazy and be depressed.
I love to create
I love to sew
  I love to craft with my kids,
I love to play my violin and the piano. {No, I am not good at the piano. So don't be telling the bishop I am, I don't need a calling of that sort, It would be BAD for everyone}
I love to run,
I love to exercise.
I love to play dress up and put make up on and wear sexy shoes.
And I also love being a mommy. 
It's all about balance. I don't think I have a perfect balance of things yet, But I am working on it. And I'm not sure if there is a perfect balance. It's a day by process. 
And I love every second of it.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Saturday is a special day...

It's the day we get ready for Sunday... 9 am church is rough, So in order to ensure that Sunday morning isn't chaos, well, complete chaos, I lay out the kids clothes and pack our Sunday bag and lay it by the door. I know it's nothing new, but maybe you'll give it a try and simplify and make Sunday mornings a bit less stressful. I also try to have something easy for breakfast. Some cinnamon rolls that are ready to go in the oven, A breakfast casserole made the night before and ready to go in the oven, or frozen waffles or pancakes. I also can't stand when the T.V. is on. It's always a nightmare to try and turn off if the kids are already watching it. So try some hymns or something instead.


Yes, I bribe my kids with food during church... and I let them color and take books and a few small toys. And I have a separate bag from the diaper bag for church, It has it's own diapers and wipes case so I don't have to switch them back and forth.

The Women of God


Neal A. Maxwell
We know so little, brothers and sisters, about the reasons for the division of duties between womanhood and manhood as well as between motherhood and priesthood. These were divinely determined in another time and another place. We are accustomed to focusing on the men of God because theirs is the priesthood and leadership line. But paralleling that authority line is a stream of righteous influence reflecting the remarkable women of God who have existed in all ages and dispensations, including our own. Greatness is not measured by coverage in column inches, either in newspapers or in the scriptures. The story of the women of God, therefore, is, for now, an untold drama within a drama.
We men know the women of God as wives, mothers, sisters, daughters, associates, and friends. You seem to tame us and to gentle us, and, yes, to teach us and to inspire us. For you, we have admiration as well as affection, because righteousness is not a matter of role, nor goodness a matter of gender. In the work of the Kingdom, men and women are not without each other, but do not envy each other, lest by reversals and renunciations of role we make a wasteland of both womanhood and manhood.
Just as certain men were foreordained from before the foundations of the world, so were certain women appointed to certain tasks. Divine design—not chance—brought Mary forward to be the mother of Jesus. The boy prophet, Joseph Smith, was blessed not only with a great father but also with a superb mother, Lucy Mack, who influenced a whole dispensation.
When we would measure loving loyalty in a human relationship, do we not speak of Ruth and Naomi even more than David and Jonathan? And no wonder God with His perfect regard for women is so insistent about our obligations to widows.
A widow with her mite taught us how to tithe. An impoverished and starving widow with her hungry son taught us how to share, as she gave her meal and oil to Elijah. The divine maternal instincts of an Egyptian woman retrieved Moses from the bullrushes, thereby shaping history and demonstrating how a baby is a blessing—not a burden.
What greater conversation of anticipation has there been than that of Elisabeth and Mary when also the babe in Elisabeth leaped in recognition of Mary? (Luke 1:41).
Does it not tell us much about the intrinsic intelligence of women to read of the crucifixion scene at Calvary, “And many women were there beholding afar off.” (Matt. 27:55.) Their presence was a prayer; their lingering was like a litany.
And who came first to the empty tomb of the risen Christ? Two women.
Who was the first mortal to see the resurrected Savior? Mary of Magdala. Special spiritual sensitivity keeps the women of God hoping long after many others have ceased.
The charity of good women is such that their “love makes no parade”; they are not glad “when others go wrong”; they are too busy serving to sit statusfully about, waiting to be offended. Like Mary, they ponder trustingly those puzzlements that disable others. God trusts women so much that He lets them bear and care for His spirit children.
In our modern kingdom, it is no accident that women were, through the Relief Society, assigned compassionate service. So often the service of women seems instinctive, while that of some men seems more labored. It is precisely because the daughters of Zion are so uncommon that the adversary will not leave them alone.
We salute you, sisters, for the joy that is yours as you rejoice in a baby’s first smile and as you listen with eager ear to a child’s first day at school which bespeaks a special selflessness. Women, more quickly than others, will understand the possible dangers when the word self is militantly placed before other words like fulfillment. You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today’s world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow tightly in your arms.
So often our sisters comfort others when their own needs are greater than those being comforted. That quality is like the generosity of Jesus on the cross. Empathy during agony is a portion of divinity!
I thank the Father that His Only Begotten Son did not say in defiant protest at Calvary, “My body is my own!” I stand in admiration of women today who resist the fashion of abortion, by refusing to make the sacred womb a tomb!
When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will still be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this.
No wonder the men of God support and sustain you sisters in your unique roles, for the act of deserting home in order to shape society is like thoughtlessly removing crucial fingers from an imperiled dike in order to teach people to swim.
We men love you for meeting inconsiderateness with consideration and selfishness with selflessness. We are touched by the eloquence of your example. We are deeply grateful for your enduring us as men when we are not at our best because—like God—you love us not only for what we are, but for what we have the power to become.
We have special admiration for the unsung but unsullied single women among whom are some of the noblest daughters of God. These sisters know that God loves them, individually and distinctly. They make wise career choices even though they cannot now have the most choice career. Though in their second estate they do not have their first desire, they still overcome the world. These sisters who cannot now enrich the institution of their own marriage so often enrich other institutions in society. They do not withhold their blessings simply because some blessings are now withheld from them. Their trust in God is like that of the wives who are childless, but not by choice, but who in the justice of God will receive special blessings one day.
I, along with my brethren of the priesthood, express undying gratitude to our eternal partners. We know that we can go no place that matters without you, nor would we have it otherwise. When we kneel to pray, we kneel together. When we kneel at the altar of the holy temple, we kneel together. When we approach the final gate where Jesus Himself is the gatekeeper, we will, if faithful, pass through that gate together.
The prophet who sits with us today could tell us of such togetherness, when at the time of his overwhelming apostolic calling he was consoled by his Camilla, who met his anguished, sobbing sense of inadequacy and, running her fingers through his hair, said, “You can do it, you can do it.” He surely has done it, but with her at his side.
Notice, brethren, how all the prophets treat their wives and honor women, and let us do likewise!
Finally, remember: When we return to our real home, it will be with the “mutual approbation” of those who reign in the “royal courts on high.” There we will find beauty such as mortal “eye hath not seen”; we will hear sounds of surpassing music which mortal “ear hath not heard.” Could such a regal homecoming be possible without the anticipatory arrangements of a Heavenly Mother?
Meanwhile, there are no separate paths back to that heavenly home. Just one straight and narrow way, at the end of which, though we arrive trailing tears, we shall at once be “drenched in joy.” I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Rusted out.

My house is a disaster zone. I'm taking a little lunch break before tackling more laundry... but all I want to do is go to the fabric store and get cute fabric to make the girls some new pants. Well, and a bunch of other crafty stuff to make bows and Halloween shirts with. Oh and there's that little thing called a sewing machine.  My machine is rusted out... I left it in the garage...whoops a daisy! I called JoAnnes, and they want more to repair and replace the parts than the dumb thing cost in the first place. So I'm doing the research and I'm going to buy one that will last forever. I'm thinking a Bernina or a singer. If I had the money, I'd buy an embroidery machine... but alas... not a necessity at this point.

heres a link to some super easy tutorials. The fabrics they use are not my favorite, but to each their own, I'm kind of a fabric snob I suppose, but the info is great and easy to follow.
Here are some inspirations.





Tuesday, September 6, 2011

A girls best friend

Shoes are a girls real best friend. They always fit you, no matter how much you weigh. Jimmy Choo, Manolo Blahnik, Stewart Weitzman, Christian Louboutin Thank you.

Jimmy choo. I love you... Only $995 at Nordstroms


Oh my gosh, I would totally feel like a street walker in these Christian Louboutin shoes, But I would love every second of it. Where's an extra $995 when you need it?

Lunches


When you are trying to eat healthy, Mageno's are the wrong people to go grocery shopping with. While my parents were visiting from Utah, More junk food found its way into my house than I've seen in the last 5 years. So, Here's to us getting back on track, and making it fun for my sweet little babes! I can't wait to pack lunches for school next year!! More ideas here!