Sunday, December 20, 2009


Scott was on call in November. Did I mention he's a podiatry resident at the VA hospital? That meant he worked every single day that month (most days 12 hours or more). So our Thanksgiving weekend away (which would normally have been a good four days) ended up being one very short and sweet afternoon. We spent it at Scott's parents house. All his siblings, some of his cousins, and a lot of little nieces and nephews were there. Did I mention I have fantastic in-laws? One more of the many things I have to be thankful for!

Since the whole Thanksgiving thing flew by so fast, we felt a little ripped off. So when we got home, we bought our own turkey and dragged the feast out for a few more days.

I am thankful for friends and family in abundance.
I'm thankful that the person I'm in love with loves me back.
I'm thankful that I get to spend all my days at home with my kids.
I'm thankful that the bills keep getting paid,
and that so far, my pretty house still belongs to me.
I'm thankful for my Heavenly Father - he makes me feel so loved.
I'm thankful for His son,
the one person who lived a perfect life.
I want to be just like him.

Friday, December 11, 2009

November's Happy Reunions

November rained blessings on me for some reason. The stars aligned and circumstances allowed for three happy visits with loved ones, all within a week or two's time. This is my grandma. You wouldn't know it by looking at her now, but she's the one I got my brown hair and brown eyes from. She and her sweet husband (who I just love) stuffed my kids with cookies and sent us home with our love buckets full.

I also got to see my Grandpa and Grandma Wellman. Though he's no less happy to see me when I come, grandpa now has to be reminded who I am. Funny thing is, he still cracks all the same jokes about his good looks and he can recall every detail about his childhood and his service in WWII and so forth. I could listen to his stories for hours.

Last but not least, I attended a wedding in the old stomping grounds of my youth and got to see Melanie. She is by far my oldest friend (our moms have been best friends since before we were born). We cut the hair off our barbies together, sang Whitney Houston songs into the vaccuum cleaner, made up dances to New Kids on the Block songs. There was never a time that I didn't know Mel, and I still love her to death. And by coincidence, today is her birthday. Happy birthday Melanie!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Gymnastics 101

Congratulations to the graduates! Colby and his good buddy Tyler finished their gymnastics class a couple weeks ago. He had such a great time, and I have to say, I was really impressed with his abilities! I wouldn't have expected him to be so good at tumbling around and pointing his toes. I think might have a knack for gymnastics. But if that's the case, his dad doesn't really want to find out!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Isn't Halloween the Best?

Here are my super heroes. They had their costumes picked out a long time ago and each played his part perfectly. I love watching my little boys be boys! I didn't put Hanna's costume together until the big day, and I made sure I had my camera ready for her first look in the mirror. I'm so glad I did! Check out this reaction:

Our Halloween was half happy, and half unhealthy. On Friday, we went to Trunk or Treat at the church as a family and had a great time, but by Saturday a cold had struck our house with a vengeance. Luckily, I was amongst the survivors so I got to dress up and take the older kids to the Wellman Halloween Party. Poor Scott not only had to feel sick, but he had to stay home on Halloween night and take care of the babies.

As a family, the Wellmans have very few long-standing traditions - only one to speak of, in fact. It's our annual Halloween party. Each family brings food, games, prizes and tons of candy. I conduct potato sack and three-legged races every year. Here are the highlights and the winners from this years games:

And here's the whole bunch!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Happy Birthday Kimber!

Most people know I have a Kimber. Most know that we were acquaintances in junior high, friends in highschool, roommates in college, served simultaneous missions, got engaged around the same time, got married a week apart and were each other’s maid of honor. Most people see her at all the important occasions of my life and me at all of hers. But I’m betting that when it comes to me and Kimber and what our friendship is like, most people don’t know the half of it.

First off, Kimber and her family have carted me around on their family vacations since I was sixteen and haven’t stopped. Even after I was married with several children, they took me to Cabo, Mexico for a week of what can only be described as heaven. Her sweet mother treats me like another one of her kids, which makes me feel so honored. Knowing Kimber has given me a whole second fabulous family, and I already had a good one!

I guess you have to understand that when we met, we were polar opposites. Kimber was a tall blonde popular cheerleader, and I was kind of a nerd from a giant family who didn’t have any money. Plus, I was all timid and conservative and she is a big-time thrill seeker. If we hadn’t both been members of the church, I’m positive our paths would NEVER have crossed. But Kimber never seemed to care about status. I’m not sure she even knew she had any.

One time, in college, our roommates were planning a skiing trip. I was actually a pretty okay skier, but the money I made waitressing barely paid my bills and I couldn’t afford a lift ticket. I told Kimber to go and have fun and that was the last I thought of it. That night Kimber came to the Mexican restaurant where I worked and asked to be seated in my section. She ordered dinner, all alone (I seriously thought she was just bored), but after she left there was a 65 dollar tip on my table – exactly the cost of a lift ticket. She has always done things like this; found ways to include me without flaunting or making me feel like I owe her something. Instead, she just makes me feel like she really wants me there, and I love that. Just a few weeks ago, in fact, she enrolled my 4-year-old in a gymnastics class, without my permission. I would not have had the money to do that for him, and it is the highlight of his week, every week. And, for fifteen years she has been loaning me cute clothes to wear whenever I ask for them. In fact, I just borrowed a lovely little outfit last Sunday!

A couple birthdays ago, Kimber surprised me by organizing a girl’s weekend away in Utah with our college roommates. It was amazing. If I go into detail, this post will be so much longer than it already is. She also threw me a surprise birthday party when I turned 30, and has thrown me at least two baby showers and a bridal shower. That poor girl has had to be my husband many times since he got busy with medical school. She witnessed the births of my children, held my hand during ultrasounds. She has even had me and my kids over for weekend slumber parties when my husband was on out-of-state rotations. She is my best remedy for missing him, and she always seems to know when I need that. And the list of day-to-day mundane favors she does for me is endless. Like two nights ago when she took all four of my kids (including a newborn) and put them to bed at her house so my husband and I could go to the U2 concert.

I have had so many good friends over the years, but usually life takes them away to another place for whatever reason. I don’t know how or why, but Kimber has always stayed close – and close by. I know it’s rare, and I feel really, really lucky. Some friends stay friends so long, they're more like family. I absolute consider her an important part of mine. And I hope she has a happy birthday.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Daughter of the Week

Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 60 years old. He has ten kids and 27 grandkids. He could build or fix ANYTHING - including cars. He loved butter-soaked popcorn and blueberry/pecan Blizzards. He was a complete sports junkie. He played golf like it was an addiction and he could do a standing slide at second base, well into his forties. His trademark displays of affection were choking, punching, wrestling and tickling. He once drove 12 hours to my college apartment to change my brake pads and take me to dinner, just to turn around and drive all the way back. He loved to take us on fun trips - to Sunrise, to Rocky Point, to Disneyland. Most days he would throw up his hands and say, "Kids! Why do we have kids?!" Most weeks he would tell me I was daughter of the week. Of course, he was telling all his other daughters the same thing :)

I really miss that.