TOFW St. George

After a year of looking forward to it, months of counting down, and endless hours of waiting, I FINALLY got to go to this year's Time Out for Women in St. George. With no exaggeration whatsoever, this annual event really is something I look forward to all year long. This year I was there with my aunt Lisa, who I have idolized since my childhood, my sister Jamie and her baby Jade (who I got to hold,) my mom (who is a perfect person to attend an event like this with,) and my BFF Brandi, who I can't really imagine Time Out without. She's my fellow groupie and enthusiastic attendee.

This shot of our group was taken when it was all over and we realized we didn't have a picture of all of us together.
And this, of course, is a picture of me, Brandi, and our other sister Hilary Weeks. We go to Time Out to hear from, be inspired by, and get a picture with her. Time Out isn't really Time Out without Hilary.
Oh, and here I am with Hilary again. This time with my family.
This is Brandi and I with Mariama Kallon. If you are one of the many faithful readers of my blog (what? you're not?) then you will think this picture looks exactly like the one we took a year ago in Portland. That's because it is. We met Mariama for the first time there last November and we were so excited that she was in St. George this year. Her story is heartbreaking, hope filled, and inspiring.
This is us with Emily Freeman. Emily was not scheduled to be there but took the place of another presenter who couldn't make it. We were thrilled to hear from her. She is one of the most amazing speakers I have ever heard. Her life is evidence of her testimony.

All week long as kids were fighting and dishes were piling up, I kept thinking, "Just get me to Friday. I can make it to Friday." When Friday finally came, I threw my stuff in an overnight bag, jumped in the car with my sister and we were off. Whew! I was so ready to eat an entire meal without having to clean up messes, refill drinks, or settle arguments. Ready to eat a meal that I did not prepare and did not have to clean up. I was salivating at the thought of sitting and listening and being with the women in my family (since Brandi counts as my family) for an entire day. I was intent on pondering and reflecting and considering what was really important. By the time it was over I was thinking, "I miss my beautiful children! I want to be with my husband! I have the most amazing life!" And that, my friends, is what Time Out is all about. Next year: Richfield!

Spooksum

The facts: I'm not a fan of Halloween. Try as I might, I cannot find one single solitary worthwhile purpose for this so-called "holiday." I think it is a massive waste of time and effort. The fact is, sometimes the facts don't matter. Regardless of how much I dislike Halloween, I bend to the social pressures because I have children. Levi decided the night of Halloween he would like to be a ninja...about the same time Jeff thought it would be a good idea to let our dog, Star, in the house for a group shot.

Daisy performed at the craft fair to "Thriller" and was to dress as a zombie, which she thought was pretty fun. She also made her own tombstone from cardboard, black paint, and aluminum foil for the occasion.

Jeff asked me if I was bringing the kids out to the hospital to trick-or-treat at the different departments. When I told him no, he asked me why I was being a scrooge. I tried to explain that Scrooge is a Christmas character and that I am in no way a scrooge when it comes to an actual holiday with purpose. He simply said, "Please? Everyone is bringing their kids out." So I did. And I'm glad because they had a great time.

And yes, my kids played musical costumes. Daisy ditched the zombie and Levi was a boxer on this go-'round.

As luck would have it, the Halloween party fell on my rotation for Preschool Pals. So here is a shot of the whole crew costumed up at my place.

The highlight of the festivities was our trip to Thriller at Kingsbury Hall. We went with our good friends Meagan and Oakley, along with the entire high school drill team and their families. And we ate at The Cheesecake Factory. Yes, we did.
Luckily, Grandma and the cousins were at the show too. The more the merrier.
GNO. Boo-ya. It was my first time seeing Thriller and I was so glad to be there with Daisy.The zombies at Thriller were super scary. Some of the little girls were in tears before the show even began.
It was dad's turn for Family Home Evening, so we carved pumpkins.

Daisy was all business. She was creative and independent. I think she would have carved all night long if we would have let her.

Don't call DCFS, but yes, I let my two-year-old wield a knife for carving. He loved it.
Levi was a little discouraged that his carving kit knife didn't operate like a chainsaw.

We invited Grandpa and Grandma down to join in the carving catastrophe.
And the finished product was delightful. We even washed, soaked and roasted the pumpkin seeds for a little treat the next day. Halloween seemed to go on forever, but we made some fun memories while it lasted.

To Grandmother's House We Go

When you reach the ripe old age of five in our family, you are eligible to go hunting. (I'm still not sure why they don't just call it 'camping' but whatever.) Levi and Jeff invited my dad to go along this year, so while the boys were on the mountain, Jamie and baby Jade hopped in with Daisy, Isaac and I and we were off to spend the weekend with Grandma.


A favorite at Grandma's house is the iPad. The kids are playing with it constantly. Isaac loves that he can play the games all by himself (unlike the computer) and Daisy gets really creative.


Grandma decided it was time for some fun fall baking while we were there. We all pitched in unwrapping caramels to make carameled apples. Isaac ate a few more than he unwrapped.
Then it was spudnut time. Spudnuts were a regular occurrence in my mom's childhood home, so she decided to share the goodness with us. Daisy was assistant chef #1. She has a great time helping Grandma in the kitchen. Why is it that deep frying something makes it taste so good? All I have to say is Krispy Kreme has NOTHING on these.
The carameled apples were quite the novelty. When we brought one home for Levi, he thought we were magic! Isaac was really good at eating the caramel without harming the apple.
Finger lickin' good (or finger stickin' good, either way.)This little princess was a very good helper...as long as she was being held. The kids and I took a field trip to the neighborhood park to give baby Jade some much needed (and scarce) quiet time.
The kids call the park down the street "Grandma's Park" and it is a must-do every time we visit. I pulled the bikes out of the shed and we rode down for some fun. Isaac adores Daisy. He calls her "myDaisy" as if that's her name. He asks for her first thing in the morning and is always sad when she has to leave for school.
So having the whole weekend with her all to himself was a dream come true. She is the best big sister in the world. She makes him think he is the only thing she cares about.

Daisy got the shaft when it came to Pumpkin Patches this year, so we made the trek to St. George to Staheli Farms while we were at Grandma's. And we're SO GLAD we did! It was fab! The decorations, activities, costumes, lights, pumpkins, music, and real farm animals gave this place a spot on our we're-coming-back-here list. Highly recommended annual fall activity for anyone near southern Utah.
The kids giggled themselves silly on this giant jumping pillow.

We took the hayride up to the Pumpkin Patch, which was all decorated and lit up for the season.
We finally found Wicka Dee Witch when we got back from the hay ride. Isaac was not so sure and learned how to say "spooky" just because of her. He talked about the spooky witch for days and days. We thought her costume was tops.

We were all sad to leave when the weekend with Grandma was over. Grandma called the next day to say that the quiet house was just a little lonely without us there. We ate the spudnuts she sent home with us for breakfast the next morning and look forward to the next weekend at Grandma's house.