Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Jill Trying to Sleep

Here my sweet, sweet Jill is trying to sleep, and her daddy is trying to get her to make faces (I think). He's definitely poking her and playing with her feet, so I can only assume he's trying to get a response out of her. ;)


Sunday, May 10, 2009

Best Neighbors Ever

Jeff and I have lived in our current apartment for almost our entire marriage (minus the first four months). While we've lived here, we have been blessed with some absolutely amazing neighbors. I don't know if we'll ever be this lucky again. Sadly and joyfully, our time in college town Provo is up, and we are moving on. Some of our neighbors are as well, some already have, and some we are leaving behind to bless the lives of the new people who move into our apartment. (Cross your fingers that someone will buy our contract!)

The Nays

The Bellows

Not pictured, but awesome nonetheless, are the Dittmans, Braniffs, Richards, Bennetts, and Evanses. See? We really have been super lucky!

Thanks for the pictures, Brooke!

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Ryan and His Girls

Brooke Bellows is in town for a wedding, to see friends and family, and to meet Jill. I got to spend the day with her and Brittany Poulton today. We went on a very long walk and pretty much just enjoyed being young stay-at-home moms. :) Brooke had a picture of Ryan and Jill and one of Ryan and Chantilly, so I cropped and combined them to get all three. That's why Chantilly's looks a little different.

A super cute thing that happened is during our walk, Ryan leaned over a few times to grab Chantilly's stroller, and a few times, Chantilly would put her hand on Ryan's hand. Awww! Could it be . . . love? :)

Jill's Bouncer

Jeff's wonderful coworkers gave him a gift card in celebration of Jill, and with it we were able to purchase this great bouncer!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Best Friends Already!

Jill finally got to meet Ryan Bellows, who I am sure will be one of her friends. :) She had already met Chantilly, and the three of them had lots of fun together. Well, as much fun as babies can have when they're still babies.

It's amazing how they're all within eleven months of each other in age and how those months make huge differences for them right now, but in a few years, they'll seem like nothing.

Sigh. Jill is still tiny, and I'm already feeling a little sad about how soon she'll be big! I am excited about her being big, too. The good parts of it. Like her taking care of her own potty business and being able to talk to me!

Favorite Quotes

The strength of any community lies in the strength of its families. The strength of any nation lies in the strength of its families. Strong family life comes of strong and clear religious understanding of who we are, and why we are here, and of what we may eternally become. Strong family life comes of the perception that each of us is a child of God, born with a divine birthright, and with a great and significant potential. Strong family life comes of parents who love and respect one another, and who love and respect and nurture their children in the ways of the Lord. These are undergirding principles of our teachings as a church. To the degree that we observe these teachings we build strong families whose generations will strengthen the nation.
—Gordon B. Hinckley

No man achieves the supernal exalting status of worthy fatherhood except as a gift from his wife.
—President Boyd K. Packer

You don't have the power to make rainbows or waterfalls, sunsets or roses, but you do have the power to bless people by your words and smiles. . . . You carry within you the power to make the world better.
—Sharon G. Larsen

Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
—Dr. Seuss

Please don't nag yourself with thoughts of failure. Do not set goals far beyond your capacity to achieve. Simply do what you can do, in the best way you know, and the Lord will accept of your effort.
—Gordon B. Hinckley

Humor is falling downstairs if you do it while in the act of warning your wife not to.
—Kenneth Bird

Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired.
—Jules Renard

Speech is a mirror of the soul: as a man speaks so is he.
—Publilius Syrus, Maxim 1073

Real love is not measured in terms of moonlight and roses, but in terms of who will care for you when you are old.
—Russell M. Nelson

For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
—John Greenleaf Whittier, “Maud Muller”

I have been asked what I mean by word of honor. I will tell you. Place me behind prison walls—walls of stone ever so high, ever so thick, reaching ever so far into the ground—there is a possibility that in some way or another I may be able to escape, but stand me on that floor and draw a chalk line around me and have me give my word of honor never to cross it. Can I get out of that circle? No, never! I'd die first!
—Karl G. Maeser

The real men are those who treat their wives as queens, their children as treasure, and their God as their Master.
—Anonymous (Possibly Becca?)

A friend is more concerned about helping people than getting credit. A friend cares. A friend loves. A friend listens. And a friend reaches out.
—President Thomas S. Monson

As parenting declines, the need for policing increases. There will always be a shortage of police if there is a shortage of effective parents! Likewise, there will not be enough prisons if there are not enough good homes.
—Neal A. Maxwell, "Take Especial Care of Your Family," Ensign, May 1994, 88

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

My Grandma Homer

I am blessed with two wonderful grandmothers, but for the sake of this entry, I am going to focus on one of them—Grandma Homer.

I'm really not sure where to begin.
She was born Verda Adams in Utah and became a Homer when she married my grandpa. She has beautiful, bright red hair and was quite a gal, full of passion and conviction. She would go to blue and white dances in the Salt Lake area and use a different name at each dance, so when boys came calling, she could remember where she met them. Sometimes she would have one coming in as the other came out. My grandpa remembers going over there to talk about his feelings for her, and she was getting ready to go on a date with another guy. :)

She was a very spunky miss as well. She was brave and slept out on the range with the cattle when necessary. (She grew up on a ranch.) She knew how to kill a snake with a sling shot. I think that's pretty impressive.
She raised my mother and five boys. All served church missions, and three served in the military as well. When I think of my grandmother I think of home. I have moved many, many times, but she and Grandpa have been in their current house since my mom was in high school. They built it, and it has always been a home to all their family members.

There are some things you can always count on when you visit Grandma. There will be lots of yummy homemade meals with ingredients from her garden, and you will be served a little cup of vitamins with your meal.

Along with gardening and canning, Grandma also loved doing genealogy, being with her family, and quilting. There probably are other things, too. :) Those are just the ones that always stuck out to me. She's a very shy lady, but she's completely open and loving to those she knows.
When Jeff and I were visiting her and Grandpa this past Christmas, I got to see a side of her I hadn't seen in a while. My grandpa had a bottle of root beer out on the kitchen table. He went to get it, and it was all gone. He asked what had happened, and my grandmother shook her hips a little (did a little dance) and told him that she drank it! It's possible you had to be there to really enjoy it (or just have to know her), but it was pretty wonderful. Everyone laughed. :)

Grandma Homer has a strong testimony and has always been strong in the gospel. She passed this down to her daughter (my mother) who passed it on to me. She has been in the hospital since the day I gave birth to little Jill, and the doctors today pronounced that she only has 24 to 48 hours left. As much as I and everyone in my family will miss her, I know that she is tired, in pain, and ready to go home.

I am so grateful for the testimony that she has shared that led to me being raised in the church. I take comfort knowing that I will see her again someday. Someday I'll have my spunky, fun grandma back again.

Two cute outfits

So, this is currently my favorite outfit of hers. Perhaps because it fits her so well. I love all of her incredibly ridiculously cute clothes!

Jill was given this awesome bathrobe at one of my baby showers. Jeff thinks it is her boxing robe to match her boxing gloves. Doesn't she look tough? She'll take you out!

This is your Baby's Brain . . . on TV

Article by Meredith Whitmore
Published May 4, 2009

This is an excerpt from an article found on this website: Plugged In Online.

Most parents of small children tackle daily dilemmas—including but not limited to finding time to shower, get dressed and eat two uninterrupted bites of a sandwich. So simple things like The Wiggles and Baby Einstein can feel like lifeguards throwing flotation devices into a raging sea. Twenty minutes of TV time for a tyke can feel like a 20-hour personal retreat for his parents. Mom or Dad gets the kind of time-out that isn't designed for people less than three feet tall.

But beyond getting a breather, when many parents place Junior in front of a television set, they're also striving to do the right thing for his education. Since DVDs and TV programming cover such topics as foreign languages, vocabulary, fine art and classical music, how can babies not become mini geniuses? Learning shapes and colors the old-fashioned way looks banal by comparison!

In fact, parents believe TV is such an effective tutor that 40 percent of 3-month-old babies are watching about an hour of it every day in this country. And by the time they're 2, almost 90 percent of children are spending two to three hours a day in front of a screen.

Solder the Red Wire Here
In light of these statistics, then, it's shocking to hear harsh truth: The American Academy of Pediatrics advises parents not to allow any television viewing for children ages 2 and younger—regardless of content. To quote their policy statement, "Although certain television programs may be promoted to this age group, research on early brain development shows that babies and toddlers have a critical need for direct interactions with parents and other significant caregivers for healthy brain growth and the development of appropriate social, emotional and cognitive skills." . . .

Finish reading the article, by clicking here.

If you don't want to read the whole article, here's the ending of it. I recommend reading the whole thing though.

. . . Does this mean that parents who decide to let Sissy watch Dora the Explorer while they shower are dooming her to a life of failure? Thankfully, no. But if screen time is a habitual, time-consuming activity, its effects become riskier. And if parents want an expert's viewing guidelines, Dr. Christakis allows his own children, ages 8 and 11, three hours of TV per week and a movie night on Fridays.

Here's a final thing to consider: In the 1970s, the average age for children to start watching television was 4 years. Today it's 4 months. In a brave new world of children's media interaction, we have yet to see the lasting effects of their screen-time diet.

Monday, May 4, 2009


So, I think watching the video at the hospital with a section on postpartum made Jeff a little worried, or maybe he's just teasing me. ;) You decide. Either way, he's asked me a few times what I'm going to do while he's at work, what I'm going to do for me, etc. He told me I should work on my hobbies. Well, my hobbies are already packed, and I don't want to open the boxes.

So . . . perhaps my blog will be my hobby right now!

Anyway, I really, really love this song.

Aaron Shust—My Savior, My God

I am not skilled to understand
What God has willed, what God has planned
I only know at His right hand
Stands one who is my Savior

I take Him at His word and deed
Christ died to save me; this I read
And in my heart I find a need
Of Him to be my savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

Chorus (2x's)
My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior's always there for me
My God: He was, my God; He is
My God is always gonna be

Yes, living, dying, let me bring
My strength, my solace from this spring;
That He who lives to be my King
Once died to be my Savior

That He would leave His place on high
And come for sinful man to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Savior

Chorus (2x's)


Chorus: (2x's)

My Savior loves, My Savior lives
My Savior loves, My Savior lives

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Good-bye BYU

Well, our BYU years are finally coming to an end. I graduated in 2007, and now Jeffrey's all done, too. As you can see from the countdown on the right side of the blog, our Utah years are coming to an end as well.

It's interesting. I've been so excited about finally going back home to my family and Jeff's family for so long. I've been looking forward to this for years, and now it's here, and I'm starting to think of all the things that I will miss here. I wonder how hard it will be to make friends when I don't have work or classes to go to and meet people.

I am still excited to move though. I've just had a lot of good times here. It's where I met and fell in love with Jeff for one. :)

Anyway, here are some graduation and family pictures for you to enjoy.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Back by popular demand . . .

Because it's hard to say no to Amy and Brooke, here are more pictures of Jill. (And because I think she's stinkin' cute.)

Jill is not quite up to speed yet on the whole camera timer concept. I told her to count to 10 and then smile, but the disobedience has apparently already begun. I'll still keep her though. ;)

She's not quite sure yet what she thinks about the camera. She's a little suspicious.

Life is going well for my little family. Jeffrey went back to work on Thursday, so today is my second day of being home alone with Jill. It's been going pretty great. All it has really meant is that she has to cry more often, because there are no longer two people to entertain her. She is not a fan of diaper changes—at all. So, usually one will change her while the other holds her pacifier in and tries to console her. Now she just cries. I really need to get a sling or backpack or something though. I pretty much just walk around with her doing everything with one hand (opening pill bottles appears to be impossible to do with one hand by the way), and my arms are getting really, really sore.

Who knew that six pounds could be so tiring?

Jilly Bean and Daddy

Jill with the Hiccoughs

I know hiccoughs are not too amazing, but here she is having them. :) And yes, hiccoughs and hiccups are two accepted spellings for the same word.

And side note, I was laughing at Jeff the other day because Jill peed on him when he was toweling her off from her bath, but last night she spit up all over me, so I guess what goes around comes around . . .