Home sweet......Home?

Dunkin D's

Jelly?

Chocolate?

This is the one! Boston Creme.

Munchkin for our munchkin.
my boys

Well one redeeming quality about Arizona is the fact that they have Dunkin Donuts, a very east coast donut store (in my mind, anyway). The unfortunate aspect of the Dunkin's here in Arizona is that it is located in a gas station. But I'll just try to be grateful that they have one. I grew up on these Donuts! Way too many a Friday night was spent doing D&D drive-bys, and I remember Jennifer Humphrey getting up before the sun to do donut runs for us whenever my parents were out of town. As you can tell from the pictures, Alex appreciates them as much as I do!! We bought a half dozen and the kid took a bite of each and every donut, before settling on a Boston Crème.

Ugh.

I can’t even count how many people have complimented me on my transition to Arizona. So many of my friends have been obviously nervous to ask me how I’m doing, and have acted so relieved to hear my response, We’re doing great! We’re getting settled! Life is busy! All is well! Alan has even said I’m being quote BRAVE, which is a big compliment coming from him.
Well, people, the act is OVER. I’m done being strong, I’m finished acting like I’m enjoying it here. The events of yesterday ruined all of the peace and harmony we’ve been enjoying.
Our landlord offers free pest control service for the first 30 days you are in residence, and I had seen probably 2 spiders since moving in, so I called to make an appointment. The time came, the man arrived, and when I asked him about cockroaches (we did just move here from Texas!) he said, Don’t worry, your house isn’t going to have any problems. He then went outside to spray. Thirty minutes later, when he had yet to resurface, I started getting nervous. It turns out that he was on the front porch doing battle not only with hundreds of crickets, but with multiple black widow nests, oh and also?? With a scorpion. A three inch long, still sitting on my porch because I refuse to clean him up scorpion!! Why do people live here? This is not inhabitable land! There are rocks instead of grass! There are dangerous creatures living around your house! Cactus grows wild! It’s over a hundred degrees on a daily basis! There is nothing beautiful about this place!! I just don’t get it. I’m not sure I ever will get it. Ever. Is this really my life?

I may have too much spare time

Life as a mom is super busy. Most days I feel like I am going non-stop all day long. I totally get that being a stay-at-home mom doesn't necessarily sound hard. When you use that term it sound like someone who stays home all day. Most of my friends who are at-home moms aren't just at home, they are running around in their cars all day trying manage a family and home, often with additional responsibilities such as being a relief society president or some such thing. It's true, there perks to being at home full-time, such as being able to schedule appointments while most people are at work, and there is the occasional nap that you can squeeze in when your children are preoccupied with a video or napping themselves, but that is the exception to the daily routine of most moms I know. Usually during naps we are running around the house like crazy, trying to clean the toilets or do the laundry or manage the finances, or figure out something for dinner etc. Today I found myself with too much spare time. It's not that there weren't other things to be done, because I have a looooong list of "to-do's" that are not crossed off, but today it seemed like a good day to make our frozen taquitos (I love living by Trader Joe's again!!) fancier by making some homemade salsa and guacamole to go with them. Who does that in the middle of the day on a Wednesday? Not me, usually. But a stay-at-home mom has that option. Now tomorrow will be busier, and I created a big mess in the kitchen that I now need to clean up, but I loved watching my boys dip their "rollies" (as Alex calls them) into the red and green sauces as they tried something new tonight. As a stay-at-home mom, I get such satisfaction out of that.

Sorting through memories

Tonight I decided to tackle the project of organizing the shoeboxes full of letters, cards, pictures and notes that we have been collecting forever. I've never really come up with a great system of storing our memories, but since we recently moved I thought it was the perfect time to try and create some order in our lives. One of my favorite finds was this letter written to me my senior year of high school by my great friend Anthony Berrios. I had tears streaming down my cheeks from laughing so hard after I read it. He wrote it shortly after arriving at BYU, and I love his description of his experiences there. It brought memories rushing back of the fun that my girls from NC and I had with the "yorktown boys" during our sophomore and junior years of high school. Our lives were definitely better for having known them. I wish I knew where Ant is now.

Family Dinner

Cousin Anne, playing her harp! She's only 8 years old!

Will, out of control as usual.

Papa, with most of the grandkids gathered around the scriptures.

Aunt Sommer and baby Kate, the littlest cousin.

Nana teaching her lesson on kindness.

Tonight we went to a family dinner at Alan's parents house. The plan is to have a dinner/fhe with everyone (since all of Alan's siblings except 1 live within 20 minutes of us) one Sunday per month. It's quite a group: there are 10 adults and nine kids with one more on the way. We had a great dinner and then Alan's mom prepared a lesson on kindness. This is a great quote she gave each of us to take home: "Who can calculate the wounds inflicted, their depth and pain, by harsh and mean words spoken in anger? How pitiful a sight is a man who is strong in many ways but who loses all control of himself when some little thing, usually of no significant consequence disturbs his equanimity. In every marriage, there are occasional differences, but I find no justificiation for tempers that explode on the slightest provocation." -President Hinckley

Peach Pie

Yesterday I found myself in the middle of Mesa Arizona, waiting in a long line outside of someone's garage, where I purchased large boxes of peaches, tomatoes and rasberries that had just arrived that morning on a truck from Utah. The peaches are fantastic and perfectly ripe, and we have way too many. So I made a pie, and even Mr. Picky-eater Alex had a piece. Yum!

A word about strip malls...

I've never been a big fan of the "strip mall." This probably has something to do with growing up in a small town in the northeast where most stores were mom and pop shops, and our Main Street is as quaint as they come. You know, the kind of place where everybody knows your name. Just imagine a Norman Rockwell painting: that's New Canaan. I grew up in a picturesque town, and that's what I like. There is something so mundane, so common, so uninteresting about strip malls. They are all the same: fast-food, a dry-cleaners, walmart, etc. etc. Imagine my dismay when the decision was made for our family to move to none other than strip mall HEAVEN. That's all they have here in Arizona, strip mall after strip mall after strip mall. The first week or so it was physcially painful for me as I drove around from strip mall to strip mall doing my errands. That is until I discovered my local Walmart SUPERCENTER. This is not just any Walmart, no, it is even bigger then a Superwalmart. This place is like a small city inside four walls. Where else on earth can you do all of the following under one roof: buy food for your family, purchase clothing shoes underwear diapers and socks, grab a bite to eat at Subway, mail off packages and letters at the US postal service kiosk, have your hair colored and cut at the salon, have your family photos done, get a manicure, have your car tires rotated and the oil changed, purchase grass for your yard, have your eyes checked and glasses made, and purchase Halloween costumes for the entire family?? And those are only the things I have discovered! I have yet to make it around the entire store. I might be able to get used to Arizona after all.

FHE at the temple

There was a rainbow at the temple while we were walking around the grounds.The Mesa Arizona Temple

We had a great family home evening tonight at the Mesa Arizona temple. Alan hadn't seen the new movie made by our church: Joseph Smith, Prophet of the Restoration, so we took the kids and spent the evening at the visitors center on the grounds of the temple (this was after a fun barbeque with Alan's brother where we ate- Get ready now- DOVE, as in the bird, that Ryan and Alan hunted for and shot this morning. But that's a whole other story that I don't want to get into.) What an amazing job the film does of capturing glimpses of the prophets life. Alan and I were talking about what struck us the most about the movie. Alan thought it represented the personal sacrifice that Joseph gave more clearly then stories and films in the past have done. I was surprised at the way the film portrayed Joseph and Emma's relationship. Beginning at their courtship and her parent's disapproval of their union, all the way to when Emma watched as Joseph rode off to Carthidge jail, there was so much pain and tragedy laced with bits of humor and happy moments together. She was his rock, and he hers. It seems that Emma's role is often glanced over or entirely forgotten. Her sacrifices were so great. I don't know how she carried on after experiencing so much fear and loss. At the end of the film, the phrase "Shall we not go on for so great a cause?" comes up on the screen. I suppose that's how she went on- for her cause, their cause.
We finished up the night at Maggie Moo's. I love the expression on Alex's face- now that we live in Arizona he is constantly telling me how cold he is, because everywhere we go the a/c is on full blast. He was shivering after his cotton candy ice cream!

BYU vs. UofA

Front row seats at the game!

Here's Alex fraternizing with the enemy. I guess a three-year-old can't grasp the idea
that this fuzzy cat is not someone we want to be nice to.

We had a great weekend with Nate and Carla. Saturday night was the game, where Nate somehow managed to score us front row seats! It was perfect because the boys had plenty of room to play at our feet. Before the game we grabbed dinner at the best Mexican in Tucscon: El Churro. We were having a great night until BYU lost in the last 15 seconds. It was still fun though. We just put Nate and Carla on the plane back to BYU- now it's back to life as usual.

Nate and Carla have arrived!

We're so happy to have Nate and Carla with us for a couple of days! They arrived last night and we had a great time barbequing and swimming. After swimming we were getting the boys dressed when Alex randomly shouted out, "I love Carla!" I think he may have his first crush. We're headed to Tucson tonight for the UofA vs. BYU game.