Cut Off PJ's and Cowgirl Boots for Everybody

No where to go, nothing to do and no one to impress.

I love lazy Saturdays.

Happy Birthday Mom!

My mom is my best friend. I find a reason to call her just about every day. She gets me. She is one of the few people that I can cry my eyes off to. This happens quite unexpectedly and most of the time on the phone. I'll call her with some frustrating situation, (sick kids, health insurance nightmare, overwhelming calling, you name it) and before I know it here come the water works. What is it about moms that you can just let it all out?

My mom is very patient. This came in handy with a daughter that struggled in school. I remember her helping me read almost an entire book in one night for a book report that was due the next day. One night she walked into my room to find me crying as I hopelessly stared at a project that I couldn't fathom finishing in time. She climbed up on the bed and told me that I couldn't eat the whole whale in one bite and that we were going to do it together one bite at a time. We stayed up for what seemed like the entire night getting the project done together.

She came to all of my cross country and track meets. Even the ones out of town. As I raised my eyes to the finish line she was always there cheering with Gatorade in hand. She did this with three of my little brothers in tow.

She is an amazing cook. It was always three square meals at the Robinson house. This is definitely something I took for granted. My friends loved spending the night because everybody knew that there would be sourdough pancakes or biscuits and gravy or scones with honey waiting for us in the morning.

With the arrival of each and every one of my children my mom was there for the dreaded postpartum days that followed. She would, of course, cook me meals. She would also come during the day and take over so I could sleep. O precious sleep. The best gift she could have ever given me. Newborn baths were given. She taught me how to swaddle (a talent passed down from her mother-in-law). I think I would have chosen to be a mother of ONE if it wasn't for her help and guidance.

*Lunch at Blimpie
*Shopping at Ross
*Cleaning my house and taking care of my kids while I was on bed rest
*Trips to Utah
*Movies with me and my little girls
*Free baby sitting
*Trips to the temple
*Showing me how to keep flowers alive
*Teaching me to sew
*Letting me paint my room forest green, and I mean forest green. Even the molding and inside the closet. I'm sure it will take 10 or more coats to cover it up someday. That is, if it is ever attempted.

The list goes on and on.

I love you, Mom. Thanks for first being my mom and now my best friend.

Two Things On My Mind

The first is that winter is coming and I'm not ready. We were getting things together for Brigham's ball game last night and I was side swiped by the fact that it was cold outside. There was no getting around it. We need jackets. Long pants would be nice too. It took me some time to locate the remains of last years winter clothes and then we all played musical pants trying to find an appropriate size for each little tush. Those tushes have changed since last year.

I am, on the other hand, completely ready for the chilly weather in the hot chocolate department. Thanks goes to Grandma LaFawn, who heard of my difficulty in obtaining the church's hot cocoa mix (the very best in the land) and sent a whole can down with my parents. I love you Grandma and I think of you every morning as the kids and I warm our tummy's.

Secondly, it is my Grandpa Mark's Birthday and we all wish we were in Cedar to give him a hug and sing him a song. My Grandpa taught me how to whittle while we spent summers up at his mountain cabin and it was then that I fell in love with wood working. He told me it was ok to get dirty and he even helped me out by providing big mounds of coal for climbing. He showed me the importance of putting your shoulder to the wheel by working hard his whole life. He bought me soda and let me ride in the back of his truck. Thank you, Grandpa. I love you very much.