What is truth?

So the other day we were driving in a car that has a Sirius or something like it where it will tell you what song is playing. The song Like a Rock came on. I experienced some sort of matrix spin. What? That is a real song? I have been hearing this song all my life on the Chevy commercials- and I thought it was written just specifically for Chevy. I always thought the man singing it was just a little too into his trucks. My life just totally shifted and for a moment did not make sense. So I have moved forward. Armed with the knowledge that there is a man out there somewhere who is indeed as strong as he can be, and Chevrolet just happens to agree.

It is a little daunting to think that I may have other misconceptions-bigger ones, more important ones. But why worry about that I guess. Sufficient is the day.

I tell you that so I can tell you this.

Today Ava was reading to me, a book about wanting to be a mommy. She comes to the word -cowgirl. She sounds it out as the page before had ow as in know, and now this is ow as in cow. So she says the word right and stops. She says it again. And again. Then she covers her face with the book and says, " I always thought it was cal-girl." (cal rhymes with gal) Cal-girl. She said she had no idea it even had anything to do with cows. I saw her world spin, just as embarrassed and baffled as I had been a few days ago. She said, " So when you said cal-girl up, you were really saying cowgirl up?" I laughed with her as she said it a few more times.

But to think that my poor little girl has been told to calgirl up her whole life and she had no clue what she was supposed to do with that? She didn't even think it was related to cowboy, meaning the guy who rides horses, not cowboy up (for it was probably calboy as well). She literally thought they were just two different things.

Be honest... is this proof I shouldn't homeschool?



Ten points if you know who asked what is truth.

The shoe is getting snug

Ava-the sun

Effie-sweet&sour

Levi-little big boy

Reno-big little boy

Livy- porcupine

Elijah-big baby boy

Lliam-uh, just big


So I apologize for the lack of clarity. I am horrid at pictures, camera phones and figuring out how to keep the pics from moving around on the blog when I have told them to stay put. But here they are, in all their glory. And really, they are quite glorious.

The fire is getting hot

You know those moments when you weren't expecting to have your picture snapped? Well this is one of them. But I posted it because it is pretty much the way I look all of the time. Life with seven: fun, chaotic, trying, tiring, busy, happy, scary, exhausting, uplifting, and overall best life so far. Truly. But in the interest of full disclosure, the highs are the highest, and the lows are bad too. Not the lowest ever because, well we'll leave the skeletons where they are. But this is a time of guilt about... well everything really. A time of people telling me that I have too many. Why not public school, then you could have a break? Of many callings-five between the both of us. Of middles and littles going unnoticed for too long. Of trying to figure out what to feed these children who are allergic to cow's milk. Of baking our own bread to avoid milk and therefore waiting, waiting, waiting for it to rise as who can remember to get started on that dough first thing in the morning. Of feeding children popcorn (not microwaved so that counts for something) and bananas for lunch because the bread still isn't done. Of feeling bad that bigs have too many responsibilities. Of feeling inadequate to the task set before me. Of wondering if that was inspiration or am I putting words in His mouth. Or worse, do I even have the spirit with me after another hypocritical display of behavior unsuitable for the Kingdom and our home. Of just wondering who I have become and have I set myself up for collosal failure in having rigid standards for myself, let alone my children. So before I go too far down this slippery slope, I will end with the fact that I am sustained by priesthood blessings and an assurance from the spirit that this is my great work. So because of that we press on. Grateful. Blessed. Humbled. Loved. Despite how tired I look and the spit up on my shoulders.

Hello Little Prince

Its late and I just wanted to add this pic because I found it in Jason's files. This is Lliam, our sixth, getting a kiss from his mama. Quite unwillingly I might add, as daddy was holding the phone and Lliam thought he should have been holding him. That is all for now. Just admire his gorgeousness.