Super Saturday

Last Saturday was SUPER!!!! It was busy. It was fun. It was exhausting. And it still wasn't enough. Have you ever planned and planned and planned and executed and no matter how much you did, it STILL wasn't enough? Ya. Me. Too.

I digress.

Last Saturday, we walked to Grandma's. 2.25 miles. We started at 6:45am and ended up there at 8:45am. It took TWO hours. In the summer. In AZ! But it was really fun surprisingly enough. We stopped by the fire station to look at the fire trucks. Then we stopped to refill our water at the water hole (it feels like a water hole. It's only wet. SUPER hot.) Oh, did I mention the bum who was sleeping on the bench where I refilled the water? Ya. Nice.

We had a little lesson on good people and bad people and strange people.... Then someone ran by and Savannah yells, "Mommy is that a BAD person?" My reply, "He is a stranger. We don't know if he is a good or a bad person."

We ran through the sprinklers. Well Mikenna and I did. We dragged Savannah who was none too excited about being soaked with water. But when we are walking to Grandma's and it is in the dead of summer, I don't really care what you want :). So run through and get wet we did.

We stopped at the church to refill our water bottle (we dumped it all over ourselves... Ok I dumped it all over the girls), pottied, had a banana given to us by some folks who were eating breakfast, and off we were on our last leg of our trip. Just 0.5 miles to go!

We finally made it to Grandma's, had breakfast, and hitched a ride back home. It only took 5 minutes. :)

Then we went to the mall, got some summer clothes, shoes.... which by the way in the shoe store Isabella went CRAZY!!!! She tried on all the shoes, big or small, ugly and cute. She was Hilarious!!!!! I was just cracking up over her. And the clothing store? Wow she went crazy snuggling and carrying all the clothes in the store. It was a great time when WE LEFT!!!

The girls went and got their nails done with Grandma and went to Costco for lunch. It was about 5:30 when they got home. And I heard this..... "Mommy what are we going to do now? Can I have a friend over? I want to go swimming! I want this. I want that."

SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?!?!?!

AM I the ONLY one with this problem? Owell. I said NOPE. We are going to BED. And dinner, bath, and bed we did.

And then I crashed. In my bed. Too.

Would have been...

The other day I was over at a dear friend's and we were talking about out kids and their age differences. I went through mine. Savannah and Mikenna are 22 months apart. Mikenna and Daxton are 40 months apart. And Isabella and Daxton would have been 19 months apart.

***If you are new to my blog.... his story is HERE. If you want more, you will just have to go back one post.

My friend then turned to me and said, "You don't have to say 'would have been', they ARE 19 months apart."

I don't know if she knew how much that stuck with me. I appreciated her comment and her intuneness (is that a word?). It let's me know that she still cares. That she still worries. And most importantly that she hasn't forgotten.

That my friend's is why she is such a good friend. And I love her for it. Everyone needs an Annie. I hope that you have one too!

Missions Served

All of my siblings have now officially served missions (one is currently starting his adventure), and I am officially the only of the 5 of us who hasn't. How do I feel about that? I am Totally Okay with it.

I figure at this point I have served several missions, and someday when I am OLD I will serve with my hubby. We can do that ya know. Serve missions with our spouses. :)

I have been thinking a lot about missions lately. My youngest brother Daniel just entered the MTC yesterday. I have mixed feelings about it. I am happy, sad, excited, and terrified for him. He will be serving in the Lisbon, Portugal mission. It will be an opportunity for him to learn and grow, meet new people, learn to get along with those he doesn't like, learn a language, and most importantly, teach the gospel to many who may not have otherwise been taught.

I am sad because he is the baby. He isn't so much MY baby, but he is the youngest sibling, the most spoiled, and lets be honest here. He is the favorite uncle to my babies. This is because from the time they are small, he holds them, totes them, listens to music with them, plays video games with them on his lap, and whenever I find myself in a bind, I call Danny. I had one of those moments today. One where I was in a bind and needed to call him.......

I digress. Daxton loved Daniel. In his short life, they were inseparable. Whenever I would go to my mom's, Daxton would jump out of my arms and into Daniel's, only to come back when we left the house. Isabella is the same way. There are only a handful of people that she will go to from me. Or too for that matter. And Daniel is one of them. She loves him and when we go to my mom's, she looks for him. It's sweet. She usually finds him........

Daniel is going to be gone for two years. Isabella will forget him. The girls will vaguely remember him, but their memories will be refreshed.

Daxton has been gone for 2 years and a few days. I should have received several phone calls and picked him up from the airport by now. His mission should be finished. Completed. We should be getting to know each other all over again. Alas. His mission is not complete. And neither is mine :).

But one day, our missions will be complete. We will reunite again. My girls will once again remember the brother lost. Isabella will get to know the brother she didn't meet on this earth. Perhaps their spirits know each other. Perhaps she does know him already.

I like to think that Daxton is busy, that he has a calling, that he too is waiting for the day we will see each other again. Perhaps, he will be serving right along his Uncle Danny.

Someday. Just not today.