Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
1.13.2011
4 years ago we became parents for the first time when bringing one phenomenal baby girl into this world.
She was so tiny at just 5 lbs 10 ozs and everything was so amazing and new to us. I have always wanted to be a mother and we loved this little peanut from the moment we found out I was pregnant. I think I cried happy tears for a week straight. I also knew from that moment that she would be a girl. When she was placed in my arms for the first time almost every positive emotion rushed through my body. She was finally here, she was perfect and she was ours.
Not one day passes that I don't thank heavenly father for this precious child. Year after year she continues to teach me and helps me strive to be the best person I can be. Since becoming a mother I have learned and grown so much. I have become stronger and wiser in every sense.
And now she is 4!
Bella is quite the amazing 4 year old. She is caring and always looking out for others. She is funny and loves to tell jokes. She is smart and learns so quickly. She has the most amazing memory. This girl remembers EVERYTHING it's crazy! She is strong willed and will always try to get her way. She loves to be girly and truly is our little princess. She is creative and has imagination for miles. She can find a way to entertain herself in almost every situation. She is helpful and loves assisting in the kitchen and with household duties. She is the best big sister and takes such good care of her little brother. One of my favorite examples is that if Everett wakes up while I am in the shower Bella will climb into his crib and play with him, sing songs with him and do just about anything to keep him happy until I get there.
It is crazy to think she was just a little jumping bean on the ultrasound doing back flips in my belly. It has been the most amazing time raising a newborn baby into a toddler and now a young lady. I can't wait for all the new experiences we will have as she continues to grow. Isabella Grace Perry we love you forever!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Holiday leftovers...
Bella had her holiday ballet recital on the 8th of January. Things are always so crazy around the holidays so Miss Amber opted to have the recital after Christmas. The girls are required to wear make up as the stage lights wash out their faces. Bella just loves getting all dolled up for recitals. Her class performed to Silent Night and our little lady did a fantastic job! We are so proud of our little ballerina and my goodness she sure is a lovely little girl!
Christmas 2010
My amazing super hard working hubby had to work this Christmas Eve and day. It is the first time he has had to in our 10 years together so I guess I really can't complain. Even with his absence here and there we had a wonderful Christmas! Rick and Shelby came to town and as always we thoroughly enjoyed their company. My kiddos absolutely love their Uncle Rick and Aunt Shelby and are so excited that they are giving them a cousin to play with. We have since learned that they are having a girl! I love having a girl first and I think they will too. What an eventful Christmas we had. We saw the Radio City Rockettes in downtown Boise. Bella and Everett loved all of the singing and dancing in the show. We also went to the Botanical Gardens to see the forest of Christmas lights. The kids were able to pet a live reindeer and got another peek at Santa. Everett was much less upset this time. We also enjoyed a wonderful prime rib dinner prepared by my Mom and saw the new Chronicles of Narnia movie in 3D. We are so thankful for our wonderful family and the time we get to spend with them.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
18 months!
Our baby boy is rapidly turning into a big boy. Everett is now 18 months well actually he will be 19 months come Saturday. At this age Bella seemed to grow in the blink of an eye. With Everett it seems to have gone by even faster. I am so glad that I have this blog to refer back to because I have a hard time remembering his itty bitty baby stage already.
1 week old
18 months old!
Everett is amazing! He is such a joy in our family! He has a killer smile and an infectious laugh.
I am convinced that music is going to be a huge part of his life in some way. He is one musically inclined toddler. He has been singing the melodies of songs since the age of 8 months, started playing a harmonica at 10 months and could whistle by 12 months. He loves everything about music whether it's singing, dancing to it or creating his own music on one of his instruments. .
He loves books and story time. Curious George, Clifford and Little Critter are a few of his favorites.
Much to his daddy's delight Everett LOVES football. He talks about it all the time and loves throwing his football around. When football is on the TV he makes sure to let everyone know.
Everett is our little love bug. Bella and I get many hugs and kisses from him throughout each day. He loves his big sister. They are best buds and play so well together. When Bella is at school Everett will look all over the house for her calling her name and asking me, Bella bye-bye?
He is talking more everyday and is starting to build quite the little vocabulary.
Everett is one curious boy and is into just about everything. He has to know what everything is and exactly what it does.
He now knows what goes in the potty and has been sitting on the big potty waiting for something to happen.
He is sweet. He is smart. He is silly. He is gorgeous! I love him and could never have dreamed of a more perfect little boy.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Women at Christ's birth
Tonight we had our RS Christmas dinner and program. After a delicious meal we headed to the Relief Society room for the yearly Christmas program. The room was beautifully decorated and glowing with Christmas lights. The program chosen was Women at Christ's birth, By: Judith Hoopes Hamilton.
It just so happens that yours truly was asked to play Mary. I am still not sure how they came to the conclusion that I was perfect for this role but I am so glad that they did. Preparing for my little part really threw me into the Christmas Spirit and reinforced even more what this special time of year is all about. Most of all it gave me an even deeper appreciation for my role as a mother. It is truly the greatest role I will ever play. Still the thought of playing Mary made me so nervous. More so than I think I have been in years. I was shaky and my heart was pounding. I thought for sure that I would get up there and immediately start crying and not be able to speak. It didn't help that I spoke last and listened to my friends before me tear up and cry as they spoke. Also before me was the most beautiful piano and violin performance of "O Holy Night", that I have ever heard.
So it was finally my turn and dressed as Mary I walked up to the mic and began to speak. I did tear up and I did fight back tears but I made it through and by the end my nerves were gone and my heart was calm and warm. I love that I was able to share these precious words with my sisters who I love dearly. What a wonderful message it is.
Mary, the Mother of Jesus
Yes, I am Mary; and yes, Jesus is my son. Indeed, blessed am I among women.
My story is an old one, told and retold from before time began, and once
again, here, today, by these women whom I love so well. It is a story of
spirit, rather than history, and it's simple and inspiring truth must and
will be manifest by the Holy spirit rather by the words of men.
I am a woman, much as the women among you, gifted with diving opportunity of
forming a partnership with God in providing a mortal temple for the spirits
of his children. It is a sacred thing, motherhood, whether it concerns the
Christ or any one of the infinitely precious spirits sent to each of you.
Sacred, holy, and beautiful beyond description. For in the pure and
undefiled love of a mother for her child, mankind comes closer to
appreciating the love of God, than at any other time.
Like you, I hoped, dreamed and prayed for the benefit of the child of I
loved. I prepared meals straightened bends and picked childish toys. My
relationship with my child was, in so many ways, no more mystical than that
of you with yours will be. With Him I enjoyed an exulted, sorrowed and
wept, learned and grew. He taught me of life, and of love, of this world
and the next, partly because He was the Christ, mostly because He was a
child.
For to me, His mother, He was, especially in the beginning, often just a
child, reaching, becoming.
It was so true, what Luke said of me, that after the birth of my son, after
the shepherds had come, born witness to the divinity of my babe and then
returned to their flocks, I sat quietly in the soft light and kept all these
things and pondered them in my heart. I knew, and was the only mortal
alive who did know, how I had come to conceive and bear this son of the Most
High. I had been told who He was, and what He was, and what He would become.
And yet, as I look at Him, lying in the manger, He was a child, a tiny baby
needing food, and comfort and care. I did ponder, for many years long and
often, and sometimes painfully; and yet come to a full understanding when I
stood at the foot of His cross.
For on that evening in a lowly manger was born more than a child. There
was born a way of life, the personification of love, the hope of the world
from the beginning until the end of time. I, I, who conceived Him, who
carried Him, cared for Him, and watched Him live and die, give you my solemn
word that He was indeed blameless and pure, that He lived to teach, and died
to save each of us, that He was and is and always will be the Son of God.
I, Mary, know it to be true! Amen.
It just so happens that yours truly was asked to play Mary. I am still not sure how they came to the conclusion that I was perfect for this role but I am so glad that they did. Preparing for my little part really threw me into the Christmas Spirit and reinforced even more what this special time of year is all about. Most of all it gave me an even deeper appreciation for my role as a mother. It is truly the greatest role I will ever play. Still the thought of playing Mary made me so nervous. More so than I think I have been in years. I was shaky and my heart was pounding. I thought for sure that I would get up there and immediately start crying and not be able to speak. It didn't help that I spoke last and listened to my friends before me tear up and cry as they spoke. Also before me was the most beautiful piano and violin performance of "O Holy Night", that I have ever heard.
So it was finally my turn and dressed as Mary I walked up to the mic and began to speak. I did tear up and I did fight back tears but I made it through and by the end my nerves were gone and my heart was calm and warm. I love that I was able to share these precious words with my sisters who I love dearly. What a wonderful message it is.
Mary, the Mother of Jesus
Yes, I am Mary; and yes, Jesus is my son. Indeed, blessed am I among women.
My story is an old one, told and retold from before time began, and once
again, here, today, by these women whom I love so well. It is a story of
spirit, rather than history, and it's simple and inspiring truth must and
will be manifest by the Holy spirit rather by the words of men.
I am a woman, much as the women among you, gifted with diving opportunity of
forming a partnership with God in providing a mortal temple for the spirits
of his children. It is a sacred thing, motherhood, whether it concerns the
Christ or any one of the infinitely precious spirits sent to each of you.
Sacred, holy, and beautiful beyond description. For in the pure and
undefiled love of a mother for her child, mankind comes closer to
appreciating the love of God, than at any other time.
Like you, I hoped, dreamed and prayed for the benefit of the child of I
loved. I prepared meals straightened bends and picked childish toys. My
relationship with my child was, in so many ways, no more mystical than that
of you with yours will be. With Him I enjoyed an exulted, sorrowed and
wept, learned and grew. He taught me of life, and of love, of this world
and the next, partly because He was the Christ, mostly because He was a
child.
For to me, His mother, He was, especially in the beginning, often just a
child, reaching, becoming.
It was so true, what Luke said of me, that after the birth of my son, after
the shepherds had come, born witness to the divinity of my babe and then
returned to their flocks, I sat quietly in the soft light and kept all these
things and pondered them in my heart. I knew, and was the only mortal
alive who did know, how I had come to conceive and bear this son of the Most
High. I had been told who He was, and what He was, and what He would become.
And yet, as I look at Him, lying in the manger, He was a child, a tiny baby
needing food, and comfort and care. I did ponder, for many years long and
often, and sometimes painfully; and yet come to a full understanding when I
stood at the foot of His cross.
For on that evening in a lowly manger was born more than a child. There
was born a way of life, the personification of love, the hope of the world
from the beginning until the end of time. I, I, who conceived Him, who
carried Him, cared for Him, and watched Him live and die, give you my solemn
word that He was indeed blameless and pure, that He lived to teach, and died
to save each of us, that He was and is and always will be the Son of God.
I, Mary, know it to be true! Amen.
Santa and a snow day!
For our ward Christmas party this year we had breakfast with Santa. Such a cute idea! Bella was pretty excited that Santa was going to be there.
The first time Bella sat on Santa's lap she was 10 months old and was pretty content to sit and have her picture taken. The next two years after that she wanted nothing to do with him and would just hide behind me. This year little Miss Bella was brave enough to sit on Santa's lap all by herself. I don't think she said a word to him but she was so brave. Everett on the other hand was quite offended that Daddy put him on some strange Grandpa's lap that was wearing a big red suit. He gave Seth a look as to say, "Just what are you thinking Daddy". Then he proceeded to squirm, cry and do everything to get away from Santa. Just about every other kid around Everett's age did the same thing. Poor Santa.
We finally had a good decent snow here in the Boise area! Best thing about it was that Seth was able to enjoy it with us. We made snowmen with the neighborhood kids, pulled the kids around on sleds and had a little family snow fight. We ended the day with some hot cocoa and warm pajamas. Maybe it's just this particular year but I am a serious fan of the snow and hope that we have a lot more before winters end.
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