Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Mother's Day

I had several pictures from Mother's Day to share with you, but for some reason they are uploading upside down and I can't figure out how to fix them. So here's what you get:
 

 
 The breakfast my husband brought to me in bed. It made me and little Baby Booger very happy.

 
The man who made me a mother. In his firefighting gear. Enough said.

I also went to lunch with my mom and my sisters, but my camera-shy mother is probably grateful those pictures aren't posted.

Possibly my favorite part of the weekend was watching my kids try Pop Rocks for the first time.

I tried to fill the weekend with as many hugs and "I love yous" as possible, because since my brother's accident, I've learned that those are the things that matter.

Happy late Mother's Day!

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Praying for a Miracle

In the last week, I have been astounded by the power of prayer.
 
Not just my prayers, but the combined prayers of hundreds of people, some I don't even know, all focusing their faith on my little brother.
 
 
Last week, he was severely burned when a gas tank he was working on exploded.
 
On Sunday, family and friends all over fasted and prayed for his healing and recovery. It made me cry just to think of how much faith and love was being sent his way.
 
No, he didn't get up and walk out of the burn unit the next day. But little miracles are occurring all over. His condition continues to be better than the doctors expect. He assisted in physical therapy instead of resisting. He is strong, holding up through seven hours of surgery.
 
Prayer is real. It is powerful. It works miracles.

So please pray for my brother and his beautiful little family. You can never have too many prayers.

Full of Gratitude,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Coming October 2015...

 
 
Adding to the Brown-Eyed Family.
 
Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Friday, April 3, 2015

The Ducks

We arrived at the Easter party and the first thing my kids wanted to do was play on the playground.

I could have kept them blissfully ignorant. I suppose I didn't really want to.

"Hey," I said to Brown-Eyed Boy. "Do you want to see some baby ducks?"

He snapped to attention on his swing. "Yes!"

Baby Blue Eyes, of course, wanted to come along because she wants to do everything her brother does.

So I led them to the little cage where my friend had housed two tiny ducklings, both still fluffy with yellow and black down. A crowd of other kids were already ogling them, trying to pick them up and squeezing them too hard. My children joined the crowd, fascinated.

I could have let it end there. I didn't have to tell Brown-Eyed Boy that the ducklings were a raffle and he could win them if we bought a ticket. I didn't have to hand over two dollars for two tickets.

But I think, deep down in my five year-old heart, I wanted those ducklings just as badly as Brown-Eyed Boy did.

And even though I've spent the last three days cleaning up duck poop and transferring the ducklings from my bathtub to their outside cage and back into the bathtub, nothing beats the way it felt to drive home from that party, Brown-Eyed Boy clutching a peeping box of ducklings on his lap, telling me over and over, "I'm so glad I won the ducks, Mommy."

I am too.

Mama-Duck,
The Brown-Eyed Girl






Monday, March 16, 2015

Not Being Happy

During Family Home Evening one Monday night, Mr. Brown Eyes gave a lesson about talents. We talked about all the things we're good at.

For Brown-Eyed Boy, the answers were "playing, building with blocks, and riding his tricycle." Baby Blue Eyes was told she's good at making silly faces and dancing. Mr. Brown Eyes is good at fixing things and making us laugh.

When asked what Mommy's talents were, Brown-Eyed Boy said, "Not being happy."

Um, what?

Mr. Brown Eyes told me just to laugh it off, that it was just a four year-old spouting words the way four year-olds do.

And I did laugh it off, but I haven't been able to forget about it. Because, in a way, he's right.

I am an expert at seeing the worst in myself. In rushing through fun because I can't get my eyes off the next thing I need to get done. In taking myself so seriously that I forget to laugh.

I need my goofy children--who stand on their heads, and pull their arms inside their shirts, and bust up over words like "booger" and "poop," just because it's silly--to remind me that life is meant to be enjoyed.

Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin said it well in this talk that I love. "The next time you’re tempted to groan, you might try to laugh instead. It will extend your life and make the lives of all those around you more enjoyable."

I am trying.

Not a Gloomy Mama,
The Brown-Eyed Girl

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Real Life Family Pictures

Every time we get family pictures taken, I always pick the best ones to post on facebook and hang on my wall.

Naturally.

But I get a kick out of the pictures that don't make the cut, the ones in which we are not all smiling happily and looking at the camera.

The ones where, yes, sometimes, I look like I am about to strangle my children.

In other words, the ones that are a little more true to life.

Here is a sampling:

 


 
 


Those imperfect moments will bring back happy memories in years to come.

Keepin' it real,
The Brown-Eyed Girl
 
 

 

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Three Days of Christmas

Merry Christmas!

 
Mr. Brown Eyes works Christmas Eve and Christmas this year, so we're celebrating tomorrow. Today I am doing my best to distract my kids from their pile of presents at home by hanging out at my parents' house. We've opened presents, played legos, and eaten cookies for lunch.
 
And tomorrow--we'll do it all over again!
 
Here's to three days of Christmas!
The Brown-Eyed Girl