Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
You know how when you have little kids you get tired of just taking them to the park or chuck-e-cheese and you don't want to wait until their teenagers to give them a little culture?
On Saturday we took the kids to the Hale children's theater to see Jack and the Beanstalk. Totally darling, and the play was good too.
Friday, September 25, 2009
I was sent this story in an email. I had to share for two reasons. 1. This woman was amazing. 2. I'm so disgusted with the end of it, ug... just read on...
*There recently was a death of a 98 year-old lady named Irena. During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive' ... She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews, (being German.) Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids..) She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize ... She was not selected.
Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.
Cori note: When people start valuing liberal bandwagon agendas over true heroism in the face of real personal danger, that is when our world goes to hell in a handbasket.
I think if our forefathers were alive today, they would kick our butts.
it's friday. that means it's the weekend, which had always been exciting. but now more than ever. let me explain by telling you what our weeks are like.
monday: get up at 4:30 and 5 am (I'm the 5), exercise, Craig goes to work at 5:30, i drive Hannah to school (4 miles to our new nieghborhood that we still don't live in). I go pick hannah up at 3pm, Craig gets home for work at around 4:30, i head off to class an hour later and don't get home until after 9 pm.
tuesday: same morning routine. Craig works all day and then goes to school all night, and doesn't get home until around 11 pm.
wednesday: same morning routine again (and for the rest of the week) Craig get's home at 3:50 I beat it out the door to make it to my 4:40 class and don't get home until almost 8pm
thursday: Craig goes from work to school, and again, doesn't get home until 11pm. (So I'm alone with the kids all day and night)
Friday: Hannah has school, Craig has work and then NOTHING! NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING!!!!!
Two and a half slightly uninterrupted days with the hubby, and nothing but studying and 3 children to interrupt us. I love the weekends.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
did they really finish that up and think, "oh yeah, that's a good one."
not even worth a redbox rent.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I volunteered in Hannah's kindergarten class today. I don't know how kindergarten teachers do it, and still keep their voices so high pitched and cute. That's a whole lotta 5 year olds, mmm yeah. Hannah's doing really well. She's perfect in class, not surprisingly, and she tries really hard. Plus she has my brains, how could she go wrong? Just kidding, sort of...
But I thank God for two tender mercies. 1. that he gives me little slivers of guidance with Carter. and 2. he has an October birthday, that means he doesn't start for two more years.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
nick and tash.
the mouth of the canyon.
logan canyon. in flip flops. (didn't bring my hiking shoes)
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Sitting on the grass next to the park this morning, I was trying to shove my little boys' feet into their shoes. It was a warm Arizona morning and the sun shimmered in their blond hair. Their toes were sweaty and covered in sand, which I tried to brush off. I could hear the children playing outside at Hannah's school around the block and wished I could drive over and give her a little hug in the middle of her Kindergarten morning. I didn't. I wouldn't want to be that embarrassing mushy mom. So I sat on the grass working Carter's dirty little boy feet into his sneakers. He sat on the grass being silly and waiting while I moved onto Ethan's feet. He'd lay back in the grass, and then so would Ethan. He would sit back up, and once again, his brother would follow suit. He laughed, Ethan laughed. Laid back again, and so did the younger. All the time the baby's little cherub cheeks glowed as he watched carefully and imitated everything his big brother did. Then his idol stood up and scampered across the lawn. Only one shoe on, he wriggled free, his only thought to follow Carter, and ran after him. His feet, only half shod, bounced up and down with his little hop run. I stood up and walked behind, his other sandal dangling from my fingertips.