Cabin Fever

Anyone else suffering from cabin fever???  We’ve got a bad case of it over here.  The depressing thing is that thus far this winter we have had gorgeous weather.  We’re just coming out of a week with 50-60* temperatures!  And now the wind is blowing.  Like really blowing.  Try thinking of things to keep a three-year-old entertained after a week of playing outside all day long.  Nothing we could do inside would even compare to the theme park our yard has morphed into.  When the wind finally stops blowing I’ll take some pictures for ya.

The other day we were reading stories in the brief period after naps but before normal playing has resumed, and I thought “there are basically no pictures of me and my girls, I should take a selfie with them.”  And this is what happened.




Henley takes a bit longer to wake up and rejoin the world of lively, happy creatures than Becca does.

Miss Becca, always the Bo-lover, has learned a new trick.


The little stinker would belly-flop and “cheese” as soon as she spied me trying to get a picture of her awesome planks.

“Just chillin’, mom.”

“Oh, me?! Yes, I am the cutest baby ever!”

“Nope, I wasn’t just talking to my dog.”

“Listen, tiny human.  You must engage the core muscles.  Yes, engage the core muscles then push your tail bone to the sky.  Again!”

We went swimming at Zim’s hotsprings and had the BEST TIME EVER!  We love swimming in the middle of winter and playing basketball while in the pool.

And planking again.

Can you see her blurry curly-Q?  Henley simply can’t resist tugging on her hair every time she walks by.

Henley has taken to watching whatever hunting or cowboy-cooking show Ty is watching as a mechanism of avoiding bedtime for another ten or twenty minutes.  I think it’s the Daddy-snuggles she likes the best.

Here are the three 2017 babies.  Mercifully, there isn’t quite such a size disparity anymore.  Cousin Sarah is catching up in weight and Cousin Embree is catching up in height.  Obviously Becca is still the biggest, but she no longer looks like a giant-baby compared to her cousins.

I laugh whenever people tell me these two look “just alike.”  Baby Henley and Baby Becca may look pretty similar, but the three-year-old Henley and Baby Becca not so much.


And to wrap it all up, look at these curls!

I just stumbled upon the “Curly Girl Method” and am happy to report our success and relief at finding this info.  Seriously, if you have curly or wavy hair or a child that does, check it out.  It will blow your mind and totally change the way you think of curly hair.

Happy Valentine’s week, try not to get blown away in the gale-force winds!


December and January…

Ahhhhhh the sweetness of the holidays.  They’re full of family, driving, delicious food, and short on sleeping, cleaning, rest, and boredom.  Then January rolls in and the daily grind picks back up even more intensely than before.  In my household this is due to the resuming of graduate work, tax preparation, budgeting, and meetings with bankers, landlords, and accountants.

Here’s a look inside the window of our life.

Bo is the best dog.  The best dog ever.  Both Henley and Becca pull on him, squeal high-pitched squeals which certainly can’t feel good to his ears, and generally make themselves a nuisance to him.  But he bears it all with unfailing good humor and love.  Becca followed Bo all around the room, tugging on him anywhere she could reach.  He eventually just laid down and placed his head onto her belly.  I think he was hoping to keep her in one place and was resigned to his fate of being used as pull-squish-chew-kick-slap-squeal-ride-toy.

Here he is again, playing the pillow for Miss Henley.  Working on Daddy’s schedule must be hard for a cow-dog as well as a cowgirl.

Here is Henley modeling some of her birthday and Christmas presents.  Uncle Tanner got the hat and stick horse for her and Aunt Lexcie got her the cow jammies.  She loves this horse.  And she loves her rocking horses.  And she loves her stuffed horses.  And she loves her real horses.  Horses of all kinds!

And little sister has to have a go with the stick horse.  Becca thinks her ears and mane are the best thing to chew on and run through her fingers.

Somehow I missed sharing this picture months ago, but this is how much of our days were spent during the October and November months.  Becca’s head was developing a flat spot from always sleeping in the same position.  The cranial specialist told us that her flattening would repair itself with more time spent off the back of her head.  So I became the tummy-time drill sergeant.  Henley was my happy helper.  I am amazed each day at how much Henley has fallen in love with her baby sister.  Not once in the busyness and stress of adding another member to our family has she disliked or complained about having her sister.  She may fight against me, or whine to Ty, but she doesn’t place any blame on her baby.  I’m so very grateful for her bond and attachment to Becca.  And for Becca’s attachment to her.

Along with her sister-ing skills, Henley has discovered a new talent…

Don’t ask me how she does it, I’ve tried and can’t do it.  She’s got a special talent!

I’ve made time to make homemade bread several times this last month, and that means making time to grind cups and cups of whole wheat flour.  Henley usually helps me with this job but she was helping feed cows so Becca had to step up.  The ear muffs are for muting the high-pitched whine of our wheat mill.  She didn’t mind them for about fifteen minutes, then she was done, done, done.

Oh these dresses!  My mom bought these as Christmas gifts for my girls and they are adorable!  I can’t tell you the number of people who commented on how cute they were for three Sundays in a row.

This misshapen doll was a project my mom and Henley undertook together.  I do believe I cut out the pattern when I was nine or ten.  My cutting skills obviously needed some improvement.

Here’s Miss Becca in her jammies from Aunt Lexcie.  The jams remind me of the long red underwear worn by the characters in old Western films.  Straight outta Mama’s saloon, drunk on milk!

Oh boy.  When big sister is away, little sister will play!  Henley bought this princess castle off of Craigslist with some of her Christmas money.  She is pretty good about sharing with Becca, but doesn’t usually let her have free reign with the entire castle like this.

We had a fun day of sorting, counting, and more sorting of our calves a couple weeks ago.  Becca and I stood outside the pens counting everything as it ran through the chute.

Henley used her sorting stick to help push the calves through the chute.  She had her first experience of being yelled at by the boss (aka her daddy) and the hired hand (aka her uncle Trayce).  Both times she was left in a puddle of tears because she “knows what she’s doing!” and she “did it like that last time!”  I had to reassure her that Daddy does really want her help while also teaching the lesson that when it comes to working cows, Dad’s instructions are the law and are to be obeyed when he says and how he says.  She pulled herself together and rejoined the work with a little more respect for what Ty instructed her to do.

Here we see the daily phenomenon of “Disneyland Dad” making his way into the house after a long day of work.  I spend all day, every day with my girls and make every effort to create enjoyable, educational, loving, and secure lives for them.  But the second Mr. Rancher walks through that door, it’s as if I don’t exist.  He strolls in, throws the baby around for a few minutes, lets the pre-schooler ride on his leg around the living room, and in less that ten minutes he’s like Santa Claus.  Moms just can’t compete with the roughhousing fun dads so naturally bring to the household.

Literally can’t compete, my 19 pound baby is hard to throw around very much.  I use up all my strength just toting her around the house and dancing “my sillies out” with the three year old.  Thank goodness for Daddies.

We’ve been practicing letters and rudimentary spelling for several months now, and just bought a magnet board to make use of our fun magnetic letters and numbers.  Becca even joined the fun, she made quick work of scraping all the letters from the board and onto the floor.  Babies are just so tidy and neat, aren’t they?

Henley was aghast at first, then she plopped herself down and proceeded with “this is A, this is H, this is Q, this is W…” as she replaced the letters.

*Ahem* there is a serious aversion to pants plaguing our house.  It’s been going on for about a year now.  I’m not sure what to do about it.  For now, I’m content to keep it contained to my house so long as it doesn’t spread to public places.

And look what we have here!  Another mischievous baby rolled and scooted right over to her dog.  Bo knows he’s been caught playing with the baby again.

As always, we’re a very blessed bunch.  We hope the same for all of you!

Morning Cuddles

My girls love their morning cuddles.  Henley now pushes me aside to be the first one into Becca’s room in the morning.  She scrambles over the crib-side and snuggles in right next to Becca.  I have a nest built out of rolled up flannel blankets that keep Miss Becca cozy and secure during the night, Henley decided that this nest is not acceptable while she is trying to spend time with her sister.  Every morning she throws out the rolled blankets, unwraps Becca from her swaddle, and places her arm tenderly over Becca’s chest.

“Good morning, Becca.  How are you today? Did you have good dreams?  I’m so excited to see you this morning.  What are you telling me?  Is it hard to wake up?”

I don’t have any pictures (or video) of the girls in the crib, just these of them in my bed.  I love, love, love that they love each other.  I love listening to Henley talk to Becca and seeing Becca watch her sister’s every move.  I’m convinced these two are going to be best friends some day.

What It’s All About

Two weeks ago we were able to tour the Meridian, Idaho, LDS temple.  We made it just in time to take a tour before the temple was closed for cleaning prior to the dedication.  We’d been busy running in ten different directions at once, then sick with the stomach flu, and barely made it through the nausea to come to the temple with our girls.  At the end of the tour there was the opportunity to take pictures with the Christus and outside of the temple.  Henley, of course, was out of sorts at being woken up so early and repeatedly told to “shush” that she absolutely refused to smile for our pictures.

At least she looked at the camera for the outside photos.

As I reflect on the experiences I’ve had in the temple, I am so touched by the gift of knowledge that God has given me.  My brother lost his youngest son in a 4-wheeling accident last Friday.  This tragedy has shaken me personally and my family as a whole.  The death of a child is never easy to pass through. I spent much of last weekend running through what I thought I believed, over and over again in my head, just to make sure I really believed it.  I do believe in life after death.  I do believe that children who die before the age of 8 are taken directly back to our Heavenly Father.  I do believe that families can be together after death, through the incredible blessing of temple sealings.  To be sealed in the temple means a husband and wife and their children can continue on as that family unit, even after death.  I believe people who pass on without accepting the gospel can be taught and given the chance to accept it after death.  Their sealings can be completed here on earth in temples through proxy ordinance work.  I do believe these things, and I can’t imagine my life without this faith and knowledge.

My nephew David was a sweet, remarkable boy.  He gave hugs to anyone he met.  He was very intense, he went full-speed in whatever direction he was headed.  He showed love unconditionally and made friends everywhere he went.  I believe he is doing these very same things now, just on the other side.  I believe he is with my grandparents who passed away before him.  I believe he is still here, helping to guide, encourage, and strengthen my family.

My brother and his wife and two other children have decided to choose joy every day and leave a legacy of light to honor their son and brother.  I am trying to be more like David and take every opportunity to say the good things I am thinking, to tell people I love them, to give compliments, to stand up for truth, to give hugs, to really express my emotions rather than bury them.

I was honored and privileged to present David’s life sketch at his funeral.  I wrote the sketch/obituary on Sunday afternoon and woke very early Monday morning to mull over what I’d written.  As I was reading, I became a tad overwhelmed and decided to take a break and browse my pictures that needed to be uploaded to this blog.  I came across these of my family at the temple and simply couldn’t get past them.  This is what it’s all about.  My family, at the temple, with the opportunity to be together forever, even through the pain and anguish of death.

I don’t know what you readers, the few of you besides my family, believe.  I’m not telling you that I have all the truth or that I believe my church or my faith is the only one with truth.  I am telling you what I believe to be true.  I hope you will take a moment and ponder on what you believe the meaning of life is and on how well you are accomplishing your personal mission in life.  If there are things you need to change, change them.  If there are questions you need answered, seek out guidance.  There are countless people who would be happy to help you on your quest to find God and help you discover the joy that comes from knowing Him and His plan.  Again, I believe there are many religions or faiths that can help you answer these questions.

We’ll miss David.  Every day there will be something that reminds us of him.  I know my brother and his family have the hardest road to walk, much more so than I do.  I am amazed at the strength, faith, and grace they have shown since David’s passing.  My brother spoke at David’s funeral, about his choice to choose joy over despair and love over bitterness.  My sister-in-law sang beautifully about the gift Christ has given all of us, because He loves us, and the amazement that the God of heaven and earth loves us all so much that He took upon himself all our sins, pains, and afflictions.

God really is merciful.  Christ really does give us grace.  The Holy Ghost really is the comforter.  Family really is the most important thing.


Halloween 2017

Halloween was super fun this year.  We got loads of candy, had fun dressing up as pumpkins, and had ourselves quite the scare by a headless horseman at one of our stops.

Henley had a hard time settling down after seeing the headless horseman…he’s been instructed to dress up as Hey-hey or Olaf next year.

As usual (at least usual for last year and this year) Ty wasn’t home to go trick-or-treating with us.  Last year he was hunting, this year he was picking up a load of seed in Utah.

We took all these pictures to flood his phone so he wouldn’t feel left out.

I sure do love these little pumpkins of mine.

Becca especially liked our stop at Nannie and Papa’s house.  She talked with Nannie and smiled at her and Papa the whole night.

She and Papa have a special connection.  Papa cried for the first year of his life and Becca cried for the first three months of hers.  Now she is a smiley and very happy baby and I think Papa is much happier too!


Life at My House

Look what I found in my bed.

Two pajama-clad bundles of cuteness!  They love snuggling in mine or Henley’s bed for the first few minutes of every day.

Below, this is not where I left my baby.  And Henley was with me so I know she didn’t move her.  I’d also like to note that this picture was taken several weeks ago (as are all of these photos) and she can now scoot and wiggle even farther away from where she is placed by an adult.  We have a mover on our hands and we’re not sure if we’re prepared for that yet.

We bought new couches a while ago, Becca christened them by taking a sweet power nap,  totally unexpectedly while Henley and I were reading right next to her.  I’ve been much more structured with Becca’s sleep schedule than Henley’s (perhaps that is why Henley is such a horrid sleeper? I realize now that I had absolutely no clue what I was doing when Henley was a baby!) and she really doesn’t do power or sporadic naps like this.  Everyone needs a good nap on the couch every once in a while I guess!

As shocked as I was by Becca’s impromptu nap, I was even more aghast at this!

I’m happy to report that the thumb-sucking was short-lived and she is back to preferring her binky to her fingers.  I realize the binky habit is hard to break to, but at least the binky can be cut or thrown away (obviously unlike her thumb) if we get desperate.

Along with our new couches, Henley got some new clothes including this Elsa nightgown.  Need I say that she loves it?  Also, she loves the live action Beauty and the Beast.  As do I.  We may or may not have watched it every day for seven days straight and also listened to the soundtrack in the car for those same seven days…Henley has taken to singing “Madame Gaston, can’t you just see it?  Madame Gaston, his little wife. UGH!” with a towel on her head that she whips off just like Belle.


Finally, this girl still loves her baths.  She and Henley get one every, single night regardless of how late we may get home from a party.  Henley will go to bed fine without a bath but Becca will not.  I tried just putting her to bed one night when we got home late from a church meeting and she woke up an hour later completely distraught.  I finally put her in the tub and she settle right down for a nice splash then went peacefully back to sleep in a clean diaper and jammies like she hadn’t just screamed for 45 minutes straight.

I don’t know if all children are this way, but mine are opinionated and obstinate and have wills of iron.

That’s funny…I think I’ve said the same thing about their father…


Everyone needs a sibling.  The richness that a brother or sister or maybe a couple of both add to a person’s life is incredible.  I love watching the relationship between my children unfold.  Sure they are still really young and it’s too early to tell how they’ll feel about each other over the course of their lifetime, but there is a special bond that is already apparent between the two.

For example, Henley had a sleepover at Grandma’s and Becca was unsettled pretty much the whole time she was gone.  Usually I can do a load of dishes, switch laundry, make my bed, take a shower, basically leave the room for a few minutes at a time without any protest from Becca.  Without Henley home, Becca would hardly let me put her down let alone leave the room without her.

When we went to pick up Henley, the very first thing she did was grab Becca’s face with her two hands, press their foreheads together, and tell Becca just how much she missed her.  She hugged, loved on, and talked with Becca like no one else was in the room for at least five minutes.  Only once she’d taken care of her baby sister did Henley even say “hi” to me.

Another sign of their special bond is Becca’s willingness to laugh for Henley’s antics.  Ty tickles and plays with Becca and may get a few giggles.  I sing with her or gently toss her in the air and she might laugh once.  Henley jumps over her, says boo, or tickles her and she gives an outright belly-laugh.  Henley dances around her, gets right in her face and asks “what are you telling me,” or screeches and Becca busts a gut.

I’m so glad my girls have each other.

After all, don’t we all need someone to play in the leaves with us?

Days with Daddy

Ty is a wonderful father.  Last week Henley and I were having a rough, rough, rough day with each other.  She was mad at me, I was mad at her and we were both sleep deprived basket cases.  I finally got her settled for a nap and decided to take on myself.  Ty came home just as we were both waking up and heard all about our disaster of a morning.  He offered to take Henley with him.  I think we both said “Yes, please!” before he’d even finished making the offer.

He whisked Henley away to the Weiser River place where the two of them drove this monstrous articulating dump truck, filled with rock to a wash out along the river.  The snow and flooding earlier this year washed out a portion of a road on our place and Keith, the manager of the hunting-side of the Weiser River place is working to fix the road.  Ty offered to drive the dump truck and Henley got to ride along.  It wasn’t too long before Ty called saying Henley was sick and tired of driving the truck back and forth and could I please come pick her up.

The rest of the week, Henley accompanied Ty to work almost every day.  She had so much fun working with Ty and actually worked all day with him without getting crabby or complaining.

This convoy you see below is what it took to move our grain drill to a very secluded field near Paddock Resevoir, about 30 miles outside of Weiser.  It took five vehicles to move the drill, the tractors, and the seed to the new location.  I actually got to tag along on this expedition and even got to drive our brand new tractor by myself for the first time this year.  All that tractor lacks is a heated seat.


See how much she loves being outside? Or being with her dad? Or helping on the farm?

This is Samantha.  She’s a weaned bottle-baby who is still very tame and willing to let little cowgirls pet her.

Days with Daddy are the best days.

Hauling Cows with Two Kids

Hauling with two kids in tow is similar to hauling with one kid in tow.  Except now there are two little people complaining that they are hungry.  Two little people are tired and in need of a nap.  Two little people not wanting to be buckled in their carseats.

I have discovered the real purpose of carseats.  Carseat manufacturers may say that the purpose of a carseat is to keep your child safe while traveling in a car.  This is certainly one benefit, but the true purpose is to keep your child in one place while driving!  To keep them from crawling all over the seats, the controls, the steering wheel, and your lap during your road trip.  All it takes is a couple minutes of hauling in the semi for me to realize just how much I love my kids’ careseats and their restraining mechanisms.

Amid the crying and whining, though, there are sweet moments like this.

I love the sleeper-area of our semi where the girls can play while the cows or hay or whatever is being loaded.  The bed is the perfect place to take a nap, snuggle, change a diaper, feed a baby, read a story, feed a pre-schooler, or play with your little or big sister.

Hauling Hay with One Kid

One of the few jobs I could help with, while pregnant and mothering a vivacious two-and-a-half-year-old was hauling hay out of the field and up to the hay shed.  Hay hauling is pretty low impact so long as you keep a sharp eye out for holes or ditches in which you could sink a tire or two of the semi.  The semi-seats are air ride which makes for fairly smooth work for the driver.  The only thing wrong with the semi is that it is equipped with far too many buttons, knobs, and gadgets that a certain little child simply can’t keep her hands off.

Inevitably, though, hay hauling leads to napping in the sleeper of the semi.  It’s a hot and long job and Miss Henley always succumbs to a nap on the pile of sleeping bags in the back.

I just wish our dog Bo hadn’t also taken a nap on those very same sleeping bags.