Monday, August 31, 2009
Music Week, Day 7
Blessed
by Martina McBride
I get kissed by the sun
Each morning
Put my feet on a hardwood floor
I get to hear my children laughing
Down the hall through the
Bedroom door
Sometimes I sit on my
Front porch swing
Just soaking up the day
I think to myself,
I think to myself
This world is a beautiful place
I have been blessed
And I feel like I've found my way
I thank God for all I've been given
At the end of every day
I have been blessed
With so much more than I deserve
To be here with the ones
That love me
To love them so much it hurts
I have been blessed
Across a crowded room,
I know you know what I'm thinking
By the way I look at you
And when we're lying in the quiet and
No words have to be said
I think to myself, I think to myself
This love is a beautiful gift...
When I'm singing my kids to sleep
When I feel you holding me
I know
I have been blessed...
And I have.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Music Week, Day 6
Ah, Sunday. The song for this day is probably the favorite of my favorites. Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, written in 1758. And I even found a YouTube video of it so you can hear it. Right here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mUhU0HgTq94 It is of the BYU choirs singing it, back when Mack Wilberg was directing, and hadn't gone to direct the Mormon Tabernacle Choir yet. It's a video I've seen a few times in my life, and it's probably half the reason I love the song so much. So watch it! It's good! The music is beautiful, and the lyrics completely put into words my desires to be better, and my total reliance on Christ to be able to be better, and to help me erase when I've fallen short. I love it. Enjoy.
Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing
by Robert Robinson
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Music Week, Day 5
Update: Samuel had his stay-up night tonight, and I told him of my delima. He thought it sounded like fun to illustrate this song, so we got the camera out and went to town.
by Jessica Harper
(Mom)
It seemed to Lizzie, all her mother ever said was “Don’t!”
Don’t shout indoors.
Don’t tickle so hard.
Don’t leave your party shoes in the yard.
Don’t take the deck, and loose one card.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t
Don’t climb in trees containing bees.
[Oh, and I remembered that Gary had conveniently gotten stung by an actual bee today, and his little hand is still pink and swollen,(do you think that means he's allergic?) so I took it's picture. Is that callous or what!? He didn't mind.]
Don’t put ten band aids on your knees.
Don’t cut your hair, don’t argue please.
“Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Don’t try to reach what’s out of reach.
Don’t feed the kitty cat a peach.
Don’t bring the sand home from the beach.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Don’t hold your breath till you turn blue.
Don’t lick the dog though he licks you.
(Ew Mom! I actually licked her!)
Don’t keep your lizard in my shoe.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t."
(Lizzie)
“Ok, ok ok ok!” Said Lizzie, “It’s MY turn!”
“Don’t say I can’t do so much stuff.
Don’t huff and puff. Don’t act too tough.
Don’t say two chocolates are enough.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Don’t make me wear that yellow dress.
(his dad said, "Son, some things you just have to say 'no' to.")
Don’t always say my hair’s a mess.
Don’t say no when you could say yes.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Don’t hide my candy way up high.
Don’t put nuts in the apple pie.
When I ask why, don’t frown and sigh.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
Don’t say to me, ‘You should have known.’
Don’t chat, chat, chat on the telephone.
Don’t lick too much of my ice cream cone.
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.”
(Mom)
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok,” said Lizzie’s mom.
The word ‘don’t’ is a tiresome thing to say!
They thought about it for a little while
Then Lizzie said:
(Lizzie)
"Do hold me close when I am scared
Do teach me how to be prepared
Do take my bike to get repaired.
Do. Do. Do.
Do help me dress up like a wizard.
Do take me sledding in a blizzard.
Do please let me keep the lizard.
Do. Do. Do.
Do tell a fairy tail to me.
Do rock me gently on your knee.
Do because I love you, yes I
Do. Do. Do."
(Mom)
Then Lizzie’s mother smiled and said,
“OK, now, it’s my turn.
Do climb a tree high as you dare
Do put some daisies in your hair
(How he really felt about it)
Do tell me when life seems unfair,
Do. Do. Do.
Do be glad or mad or sad
Do wear pink polka dots with plaid
Do tell some secrets to your dad,
Do. Do. Do.
Do help me zipper up my dress
Do tell me if my hair’s a mess
Do ask me if I love you, yes I
Do. Do. Do.
Do ask me if I love you.
Do you love me?
Yes, I love you.
(Lizzie and her mom)
Do ask me if I love you, yes I
Do. Do. Do.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Music Week, Day 4
When You Say You Love Me
By Josh Groban
Like the sound of silence calling,
I hear your voice and suddenlyI'm falling,
Pink
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Music Week, Day 3
Since then, that song has played in my head many times, often as I'm out on an ATV with my family in the mountains. We're isolated from each other by the noise of the machines, so conversation is limited. I often find myself directing my thoughts to the songs that describes the beauty around me. I love this one. I especially love that in the song, the awe of creation, leads the writer (and then, often, the singer) to humility, and "adoration." I know that for me, gratitude leads to feeling humble. Then I'm better able to feel the Spirit, and feeling the Spirit, I feel loved. Maybe that's why I love this song so much. :)
How Great Thou Art
(Muir Woods)
(on the trail, not far from home)
(from Boulder Mtn.)
(at Clifty Falls)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Music Week, Day 2
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Just for Fun
What are we made out of?
Me: Well, mostly water.
Eden: Water?! I thought it was plastic!
Gary: Mom, canned food is dangerous. (I was about to leave for the cannery.) It has a gun, and it has a hand. It could reach out and get the gun and shoot you. You better not go over there.
Eden: You know what would be so weird? If our house was made out of pickles.
Samuel: Mom, what if we went to Disneyland without any pants?
Gary: I'm afraid of that lizard!
Me: Why? What do you think it will do to you?
Gary: Smack me with his tail!
Me: ?! Why do you think he would do that?
Gary: Because he smacked me with his tail yesterday.
Eden: (As she was eating a root beer popsicle)Mmm! This does taste like an over-float!
Gary: Can I go to Grandma's?
Me: No. It's too far away for you to walk.
Gary: I could run.
Lily: Mom, am I allowed to go to the reception? The dead reception? (funeral)
Chad: (to me, in all seriousness)Have you ever felt the bumber of a semi?
Gary: I'm pretending I'm dead.
Music Week, Day 1
and I've decided to share some of my favorite songs with you.
Just the lyrics.
They're good lyrics.
For Day 1, the selection is
I hear the singing of early birds.
Here come my baby's sweet, small footsteps
And "I love you" are the day's first words.
This is as good as it gets
And this is just the beginning.I've got love in my pockets, I've got love in my shoes.
The things worth keeping are the things you can't lose.
I can't lose with my baby by my side.
This is a joy ride.
(chorus)
And when I stop for a minute,
Look at life and see what's in it,
The thing that gives it all that shine,
Is his little hand in mine.
This is as good as it gets
And this is just the beginning.
I can't lose with my baby by my side.
This is a joy ride.
Monday, August 24, 2009
"This is the (day) we've waited for..."
And two hours later... it's time for the other three to leave for school.
Cute Lily.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Back to School Party
Gary's was "Gary green", as are many other things in his life. Eden's was petaled and pretty, and Lily went organic and picked a passion flower out of our yard and we hot glued it on.
I tried to make dinner out of things they loved, but I got just a teeny weeny bit creative, and put chocolate mint from out garden in the lemonade slush, and they all thought it was cucumbers and wouldn't drink it. Then they wouldn't eat the potatoe casserole because it too had green specks in it -- which it alwasys does, and they normally love it, but everyone was suffering from cucumber-phobia or something tonight. Then, I'd forgotten to tell Chad that I'd already salted and spiced the pork chops before I sent them out to him to grill, so he salted and spiced them again... My visiting teachers turned out to be the heroes of the evening, as they had, yesterday, brought me a birthday balloon tied to a pineapple. (What a great treat! Thank you Connie and Courtnie!) We chopped that up for dinner too, and, well, nobody could find anything wrong with that!
Then we headed out for a Rhino and four-wheeler ride.
As she waited to get going, Sage looked just like an Eloise Wilkin illustration. See?
(http://www.flickr.com/photos/trywhistlingthis/sets/72157605891976713/)
Sage kept pointing out the clouds, or telling off the chapparral, I couln't figure out which.
We got a very rare glimpse of a desert tortoise. This is only the second one I've ever seen out in the desert. And we didn't touch him, I promise. He was like this when we drove up.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Boulder Mountain Bike Ride, 2009
Chad biked through Koosharem, Torrey, Escalante, and Panguitch. They go over Boulder Mountain, past Calf Creek,and through Bryce Canyon National Park. Beautiful. They race each other for the town signs. Torrey is one of quite a few that Chad won(Thanks to Don's pulling forever!!!). Go Babe!
Relaxing along the way.
Done!