Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Mia's Day

Today my little angel Mia turned 6 years old. If I had been prepared and not trying to get kids ready for the day, I would have posted this at 7:30 am when she was born. That didn't happen but we did have a fun day.

It actually started last night when she begged me to let her wear curlers - she was really putting off going to bed - so I let her. We have a tradition to have donuts for breakfast on birthdays. It is the only time during the year they get them and I am surprised at how much this silly tradition means to them.

I think this picture is pretty accurate as to how she felt about having her pictures taken at all today.

Seth was out of town and wouldn't get back until after the kids were in bed, so we were really going to celebrate Mia's birthday on Amber's birthday, the next day. Seth called to tell her happy birthday while we were out and left a message. I called him back after Mia was in school and he told me that he was able to get an earlier flight home. We decided to have a surprise party for her. She is ALWAYS talking about having a surprise party. I made a few phone calls and we had some guests for the party. When she got home from school, we all jumped out at her and yelled, "Surprise"! We played with balloons and had cupcakes. It was a lot of fun.

The best part was after everyone was gone and I was just sitting with Mia. She turned to me and said, "Mommy, when we had that surprise party, I was REALLY surprised! I didn't think I would get a party at all and I didn't think that daddy would be home. It was really fun." I am glad that it worked out and she enjoyed it so much.

All Mia asked for for her birthday were a wand and a fairy costume. These were easy to get. I also was excited to pass down to her a doll cradle that my grandpa made for me for Christmas one year. I really loved that cradle and it is fun to see her enjoy the same toy I loved so much.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Tonight after I tucked Jared in bed, I went downstairs to relax. I could hear some muffled crying but I figured it was because he was so upset that he got toothpaste on his hand while he was brushing his teeth. (He was REALLY angry!) I went up to check on him and I asked him why he was crying. He said, "I just don't know if I am going to be ready when I am a parent."

I was surprised at how upset he was. I told him that being his mom was one of the greatest things I have done but it is really hard work and takes a lot of patience. I then said that because it is so hard, we wait until we get married so that there are two people working on it all of the time.


It is such a beautiful day today. When I took Mia to school my thermometer said it was 58 degrees. The sun is shining through my front window and making my house so warm that it is hard not to curl up in the sun and take a nap or read a book. I opened the window today. It is such a nice little break before the storms begin tomorrow.

Gordon was outside blowing bubbles and playing in the dirt. I heard him start to cry. I went to check on him and he was at the door crying. I opened the door and I asked him what was wrong. He said, "That worm is trying to eat me!" Poor little guy. He was so scared. I explained to him that worms don't eat people. Once he got it figure out he told me, "Worms don't eat people. That will make them die. They have to eat mud so that they can be big and be Mommy and Daddy worms." He said this about 5 times, I think to reassure himself that he was perfectly safe outside. He did NOT go back outside to play though.


When my mom came, she brought a bunch of my stuff that she has been trying to get me to take home since I got married. I just went through it today. There were a lot of fun memories in those boxes.

One box in particular had all of these letters from some missionary that I almost married. It really got me thinking. I am really happy to be where I am today. Married to Seth and the mother of 4 beautiful children. You often hear stories about how when someones parents die, the children are going through their things and they find these love letters between their parents and they really cherish having found them. What you don't hear about is finding love letters from some bloke that their mom dated before she even knew that their father existed.

I wasn't sure what to do with the letters. It was a huge part of my life for a while. They are my memories. I decided that since I never wanted my children to wonder about it, I would just throw them away...erase the memory, I guess. I am not going to go back and read them so I decided that there was no reason to keep them around cluttering up my house.

Monday, February 23, 2009


I have been thinking about how important it is to teach our children to do acts of service and am hoping that you 3 readers of mine have some suggestions on how to do it. I know that example is a huge part and I remember my mom taking meals to our neighbors for as far back and I can remember. We sign up to clean the church building, which they love and ask if we can do it nearly every Sunday. We also helped cousins rake the leaves on Seth's Grandmother's lawn.

What are some ways that you teach service to your children?

It's been so long...

I haven't posted for a little over a month. It is just so easy to not blog for a day which turns into a week, which turns into a know how it gets. Suddenly blogging seems so daunting that I put it to the bottom of my "To Do" list. By typing this, I am NOT saying that I have completed my "To Do" list...

This is all just a jumble of thoughts.

Some things that I have learned this past month. My kids don't like being told what to do. I know, I know, I already knew this. I am finding that when it comes to chores, they like to choose what they are going to do. Every Saturday morning, we split up on teams. I have a master list that we go through over breakfast and as I read the chores a hand pops up for who is going to do the chore. This week I hope to make some cute cards with the chores listed on them and then I will simply hand the card to the team working on the chore. I still ask them to help with things throughout the week, this just gets the deeper cleaning that is necessary done.

Over Valentines Day Seth and I went to Houston Texas. It was nice to have a little get away. My mom came down from Idaho and stayed with our kids while we were gone. I was a little anxious when I asked her to come and I had a whole list of reasons why she should come. When I asked her, she said "Yes" so quickly that I didn't get to use any of reasons I had planned to get her here. The kids had a great time. It was nice that they were able to stay home and have that comfort and we didn't have to really impose or double any ones family for the extended weekend which was nice. Mia told me that my mom was "kind of more fun" than me.

Seth and I had a nice time. We spent Saturday in Galveston and it rained like crazy on us. We went to an aquarium and had a nice time just going at our own pace and not having to worry where the kids were or what they were doing. That was nice. It was hard to look at anything and not think about how much the kids would have enjoyed it. We went on a ride film that was some cartoon about getting attacked by a giant squid and I missed Jared. He just finished reading a book about the very thing and had been filling me with information the week before we left.

Sunday we spent the afternoon/evening with Seth's cousins. We really had a nice time and a delicious meal with them. I haven't really spent much time with them and it was fun for me to get to know them better. It really was a great trip.

On Sunday (Yesterday) things were a little rough getting ready for church. I was feeling frazzled and frustrated when we got into the chapel and were sitting down. I sat down and just said a little prayer that I would be able to feel the Spirit while I was at church. It was Ward Conference, so the Bishop spoke and the kids were being a little better than usual. It was announced that the men could sing a song and then Sister Leary would bear her testimony. I hadn't been listening with both ears so when everyone was looking at me, I leaned forward and asked if they said Sister Leary would bear her testimony or Mister Leary. I bore my testimony and sat back down. It wasn't any thing really amazing and the kids were really naughty after that, but it got me thinking about my testimony and where I am with it. Also, since I was thinking about that so much I guess, it really got me focused on the Savior and the incredible blessing he gave us by giving up his life for us. I really felt the Spirit through the remainder of the meetings. Seth at one point made a comment. After church he asked me if he was rambling. All I could tell him was that I was just so overwhelmed by the Spirit that I wouldn't have noticed if he had. It was a great experience for me and a great meeting for me as well.

I am happy to report that life is good in the Leary home. We are working one day at a time to figure things out and it takes all of us to work on it together, but at least we are working on it.