Silly Cole

last night Cole, being the stinker that her is, got into the cereal right before bed. I came down stairs to him munching away on a bowl of cereal. I said, "Cole, you better finish every bite of that cereal. Your know you aren't supposed to get into anything without asking." Cole is famous for wasting cereal, it usually ends up in the pantry for a week, still sitting in his bowl. (He doesn't like milk, so it is dry cereal.) For some reason, this time he put milk in it. So I thought that after I went down stairs to check, and didn't see it anywhere, that he had finished it all. This morning when I opened up the fridge to get out something there his cereal was. Complete with plastic wrap and all. At least he was trying not to waste it. Sorry about the picture being sideways, it wouldnt work.

Blessings

I have been so stressed, for no apparent reason other than life in general.
Sometimes you just have to step back and really look at things to get perspective on you own life. Being a mom, for me is really hard. I know, I know, it is such a blessing, and there are some that would scourge me for saying so. But it is true nontheless. I have been given children easily, I don't have a problem getting prego or even keeping pregnancies. In fact it has been quite the opposite. I have often thought, why is it so easy for me and so hard for others that would do practcally anything for a baby? Let me tell you the reason. It isn't that I don't appreciate my little blessings, I love them more than life. I just seem to not tollerate the little blessings own agency. In short I have a problem with not being able to controll the temper tantrums, disobedience, or the baby who won't eat or sleep. So my friends it is patience that I am to learn. I haven't learned all I need to, and doubt that in this life I ever will. But today, I have to say, I couldn't ask for a better trial, it sounds stupid but all in all I know that it is a small thing compared to many others trials. And to my little blessings, "I love you more than you will ever know!"

Three and a half hours later.......

No I didn't let her cry for three and a half hours. She cried for 20 min. then fell asleep, woke up thirty min. later, and cried again for 20 min. After that I just got her up. She was very happy when I finally went into her room, the little stinker. So after we played for a couple of hours, I feed her a bottle and she went right to sleep. Why is it they look like little angels when they are sleeping? Just a few hours earlier I could have swore she was somehow switched at birth with someone else's little monster. I love when I can look at her sweet little face, and say it's all worth it.

So I love my little Kieryn. She is a doll, and is mostly happy now days.
Right at this second I am listening to her scream her head off because she is so tired she can't see straight. I hate it when she screams. And let me tell you, she can sure belt it out. I have tried without success to get her on a schedule, but with three other kids it can be kind of hectic to say the least. I had her sleeping for about nine hours a night when she was about three and a half months old, and then she got sick. That has all changed now, and she can get up at night three to four times. I have tried every trick in the book, letting her cry, not picking her up, saying shh, shh, shh till I am blue in the face. I've come the the conclusion that all these so called doctors are all full of hot air when it comes to getting babies to sleep through the night. Kids just come with thier own personalities, some are hard and some are easy. What a bummer, that mine decided to be difficult. Its a good thing I love her to death, and that she's soooo darn cute!

What we did for Labor Day.

Make a Smilebox scrapbook

The last hike of the summer.

This was the last thing that we did for summer break. Another Hike. The Kids were really excited to go. We went to someplace in Ogden, (sorry I don't know the name of it.) Anyway, it was a hike to a waterfall. We looked it up and it said that it was two point five miles. We thought that was both ways. We thought wrong. It turned out to be about five miles up and back, and the last mile was strait up hill. Jackson was a champ, he stayed in front the whole time and never tired. I don't know where he was pulling the calories from to do it but he did. He is soooo skinny. Cole did great going up, but was a little tired comming down. Mailey was the slowest, right back there with me.

WELCOME TO THE WORLD HADLEY!