Cheer for Sams Birthday!

Baili cheers for the Bilbray Patriots and Loves it! Three cheers for Sams birthday - the big THREE SIX!!!!

A day in the life.....

I guess I was so tired last night I published this post with no content - oops! I was sitting at the pool at the YMCA and literally slouched over, lay on the towels and closed my eyes.......reminiscent of a homeless women, I know, but yesterday was one of the longest days in my life and as I sat there I thought to myself, "how did I get through this day?" Glad that I had of course! The night before I went to bed after one a.m. simply because I had taken a two hour nap on Sunday from 5:30-7:30 (note to self - not the best idea). I knew Monday morning needed to be an early one, but I couldn't sleep so Sam and I watched COPS with a glaze over our eyes.

Monday:

6:15 get up, dressed, off to walmart

6:45 returns at walmart and groceries

7:20 Sams club (we have no milk at home)

8: 35 Walk in the door, home, to find Jacob is sick and probably can't go to school....the day is getting good now!

9:10 Kids late to school, Ryan with a note to Mrs. Jensen that I will be there to help in class as soon as I can because some "stuff" has come up!

9:15 Run to redbox for Jacob who is going to stay home ALONE, Fresh N Easy for minced garlic because im bringing dinner to a friend but they asked for this one particular meal that they thought I made at the ward Christmas party that I didn't, but Im an overachiever so I got the recipe from it's original owner between 8:20 and 8:35 - BREATHE.......

9:30 Drop dvd's and sprite home to Jacob, tell him not to answer the door - RUN

9:40 Get to ryans class.....busy busy, paint 18-20 sunflowers with the kids. If only they knew the kind of patience I exercised at 10:55 as they SLOWLY washed their hands to clean off the yellow paint, "come on man, I need to be somewhere at 11a.m." MOVE

11:05 Arrive at mandy and lucas's for appraisal, act like I live there, eat a banana.....phew!

11:28 Speed to the dollar tree to pick up 18 frames for the YW craft I almost forgot until my presidency meeting on sunday when I remembered in some mad moment I had volunteered, "oh I can do the craft with the girls....it'll be fun!" yayyyyy......

11:45 Pick up Kami from school, home to check on Jacob

12:05 Cut up chicken, begin to marinate. Random lady from Craigslist comes by, after a couple of phone calls and texts, to pick up a tote of Polly Pockets (Im still on the impossible quest to organize and purge my house). WOW - were at a half way point - grab some lunch and off we go to LVAC (gym). Jacobs feeling better and has spent at least three hours playing Wizards 101 - ummm ya!

1:10 Check Kami into playroom, PEE (it has to be done) and go teach class - this is why I love to workout and now to teach, because it is my best stress reliever.

2:50 Oops forgot my van needs to be registered TODAY, call Sarah to pick up kids for me...on my way to get the SMOG check i should have done last week - eeeeek.

3:15 Smog check - CHECK! Gotta go to Smiths - forgot heavy whipping cream for "special" dinner.

3:55 Done at Smiths, got everything but WhIpPInG CrEaM - CRAPola....seriously whyyyy?

4:10 Home start dinner. Kids get in, start homework - kitchen a mess, life a mess.....PEE!

5:15 Text my friend that we will be late with dinner.....wonder if this day will ever end, as Im sure you do- yawn!

5:40 Drop off dinner, had extra for my new neighbor who has taken ryan for a walk with her family (memories of a post from last year about smelling the roses....what roses, dead dandelions is all ive got today...lol)

6:00 after having a nice visit with friend, speed home because I have yet again left kids ALONE, well Baili is 11 so I mean??? It's ok right?

6:10 call Sam, "hey are we still going to the YMCA to swim with kids....im so tired but if you'll swim with them lets go"

6:30 Sit down for 10 mins on my bed - aaaahhhhh!

6:40 Load up kids, towels, flipflops, goggles and off we go

7:05 walking into YMCA - this, by the way, is our new family "thing." I was inspired by my mam who when we were little, "surprised" us one time with a trip to our community pool in Clondalkin. I remember it as a great childhood memory and something really fun we did as a family, so I stole the idea, added the kids to my Y membership and we've been there twice in the last 4 days. The plan is that Sam and I will swim with the kids but not tonight, not when I can barely put one foot in front of the other......I should have gone to bed earlier than 1a.m. last night - curse you COPS!

And that brings me back to the slouching homeless woman (ME) on the bench. The lifeguards look concerned, Sam is motioning something and the kids are oblivious. I'm glad they re having fun and I smile...."I did it....I made it through this crazy day."

8:10 Crawled into bed - goodnight world! ohhh, its Sams birthday tomorrow so I set alarm for 6:30a.m. :)

Kami Lights Up the Stage

Kami has been taking dance class from Ms Mikel at the YMCA. Her best friend Soso was taking it too. Kami really enjoyed class and loves to dance. They had a dance recital in February at the Nevada Ballet Theatre in Summerlin. Here are some pictures from that night. Kami said she loved the stage and "wants to do it again." One of the numbers, all the Dads had to dance with their girls......Sam was "thrilled" to have to get up on stage as you can imagine, but he remembered all his dance moves and did great!

Floyd Lamb Picnic

Sam took yesterday off to spend time at home with us. We packed a picnic and brought bikes and balls to hang out and play at the state park around the corner from our house. The weather was perfect! Sam and the kids (minus Baili, who was at a birthday party) played baseball and I just sprawled out on a blanket and took pictures.

Kami was super funny because she had no concept of baseball or how to play so when she was batting and connected with the ball, she flung the bat and ran to whatever base she liked (usually #2) and then she'd run to a bbq grill or some other random thing (that wasn't a base). She was so funny to watch, especially in her little black boots and skirt........lol

Ryan was an emotional wreck because he couldnt resist trying to run to the next base and Jacob always caught up with him and tagged him out. Sam and I were trying to teach him that he needed to stay once he was "safe" but time and time again he took off running trying to get to third base or home and time and time again Jacob would catch him and then the whole park got to hear the meltdown - good times!!! Sam and I were laughing which didn't help.....

For all the drama - and there was plenty - we had a good time. We're going to buy an annual pass to the park because it seems to be our little family picnic spot. It reminds me that the good times dont have to monumental or costly, just being together is what matters.

Enough Already!

Somewhere in my insane mind, I might have thought to outdo myself this year?

Last year, the rebellious side of me left our Christmas tree up until after Valentines Day - what can I say, I live on the edge, but this year.....I think I outdid myself by not blogging until March! In reality my life is a circus and I have no time.....which is why im sitting posting, finally, at 3a.m.

I have so much Ive wanted to write about, not forget and share with you and ive tried to sit down a number of times but just haven't felt it?

So Ive probably gotta go backwards on this one, which doesn't work for my OCD, however the awesome experiences I've had in this last week are what has prompted me to get back to the blogging world and record some great recent memories.

Saturday March 5th - 4a.m. - yep four in the wee hours of a Saturday morning, I drove over to our stake center on Jones/215. I was late - shocker.....I also had the 48 screen printed T-shirts that the youth and leaders were supposed to be wearing as we departed for a TREK TO THE TEMPLE. Well my thoughts were, "they can't leave without me because I have the shirts...."

It was quite a sight to see 50 people all up, at 4a.m., and ready for a 19 mile walk across the Las Vegas valley. The youth of our ward, under inspiration from our truly awesome Bishop Prince, had planned something that seemed for them "almost impossible", something that would "test them physically" but "unite them as a whole" and allow them to "have a spiritual experience." They felt that walking to the temple from our little corner of the valley would provide them with these experiences and boy did it.....

The first 8 or 9 miles didn't seem like a big deal, we visited with each other, walking two by two. I spent most of my time with a young women who tragically lost her Dad last year, she kept my hands warm by looping arms with me and my heart warm by reminiscing about her Dad.

We stopped at the old Mormon fort - our half-way point - and ate breakfast. At each pit stop a teenager had prepared a short spiritual thought, which impressed me so much as they shared their tender testimonies of how "we can do hard things" and push through trials in our lives. Brother Kilgore played the song, "The Climb" before we left the Mormon fort and the words also touched me. Lines like,

"theres a voice inside my head saying, you'll never reach it,"

"my faith is shaking but I gotta keep trying,"

"Aint about how fast I get there, its the climb"

"Keep on moving, keep on climbing, keep the faith, it's all about the climb"

seemed particularly appropriate for this day. And no, I didn't cry at that point.....Trudi!

We had passed "Tent City" by then, which is in downtown and where many homeless people live. The youth were polite and said "good morning" to people as they passed, which I thought was nice of them. As I think back on that portion of the walk, there was a solemnity about being aware of others misfortune, and I guess a gratitude for the things that we have that others don't.

Speaking of gratitude - I was grateful I didn't wear a backpack *laughing to self* because one of the funny moments along the way was when I looked back as we crossed a street, to see our good bishop (who was wearing a backpack - bless his heart!) with three little girls literally hanging off a loop on his pack! It reminded me of times my Mam would say - which I also say to my kids - I feel like im climbing a mountain and you're dragging off me.....

We were probably at mile 13 at that point and these little 11-14 year olds were struggling......it was cute that they recognized the bishops figure as "father of our ward" and someone that would help them along when they need it. He talked today about how he also felt that way, as he struggled initially and maybe tried to push them off.....hahah! But that he had a sense that in their growing testimonies, they knew that he is there to lead and guide them - Wow - i might be feeling some goosebumps - No tears yet!!! Oh you all know me so well........

We made it through some rough parts of town but never once felt fear or anxiety.....I did hear some Latin music at one point and felt right at home, for those of you who don't know, Im part Mexican or Puerto Rican or Brazilian!

Once we neared Nellis - I was so excited and proud that people might finally realize what the heck 50 people were doing all wandering across huge intersections, two by two. Our shirts read, "TREK TO TEMPLE" and on the back the 13th article of our faith which ill paraphrase as "ENDURE ALL THINGS." I knew a lot of people, Mormon or not, would know what TEMPLE we were treking to, because we were about 3 miles away....YEEEEHHHAAWWWW!

A quick pit stop at the library (umm not for books....bathroom break) and a stretch on the grass of a church building as well as re-taping blisters and stretching legs and such, was in order at this final pit stop. The spires of the temple were in sight and a renewed commitment to "make it" was felt without any words. We were almost there.......

One foot in front of the other until a break at Hollywood and Bonanza.....the Temple was ahead - high at the end of Bonanza.....this hill was gonna be the killer. Bishop gathered us around and said we would walk this last part as a tight group - no stragglers dragging behind - we would make it together! He reminded us of the reverence we should have and feel as we approached the Lords house. I swear to you as I sit here typing, I can now feel that spirit that guided us up the last block to the temple.

I looked behind to see one of my sweet girls at the back....literally at a slant because of the grade. Her face was red behind her sunglasses and she was crying. Her feet hurt - they had for a long time. Blisters and fatigue almost had her quitting.......just then someone said, lets let Natalie come to the front and set the pace! Ok - tears then and now...........

As we slowly got closer to the temple, I looked around saw boys walking in their feet because shoes hurt too much, athletes struggling from pulled muscles, Brother McCook - who has no cartilage around his quads and a bad knee, I saw one of the girls moms, who struggled for the last 4 or 5 miles, push through in obvious pain, I saw a 60-something year old male leader push on, I thought of the pioneers and their TREK - oh how did they do it???

Then I thought of our first morning in Las Vegas, when Bishop Hardy picked us up to take us to our new home in Alamo, but stopped first to take us to this very Temple. Needless to say I couldn't even see anymore, through my tears.

The youth began singing "I love to see the Temple" as we approached and saw a member of the temple presidency and his wife there to greet us, tears streaming down their cheeks. They shook each of our hands before we entered the gate to the temple grounds.....it was like walking from one dimension to another when we stepped onto the Temple grounds. The spirit was so strong, and it wasn't just the end of a long, hard journey that caused the overwhelming feeling that abound. It was the peaceful feeling that abides at the temple, it was the sacrifice that was given and the blessings being felt.

The feelings and experiences on that very last leg were worth every mile, every sore muscle or blister and Im so grateful I got to be a part of it. President May and his wife talked to us and thanked the youth for their willingness to stretch themselves and walk to the temple. They asked us to touch the temple but more importantly let the temple touch us and our lives. Many tears were shed as we felt the spirit and strengthened our testimonies. The reminder of how important families are burned in my heart. This is the point of everything.....Families are Forever....literally, eternal....and the temple makes that possible, which i am so very grateful for.