Lucy Jane Crowther

Lucy Jane born April 5th...

all 6lbs 15 oz 18 in. long.

There is nothing like bringing a baby into the world, or witnessing a baby being brought into the world. I don't care how or where you do it. It doesn't matter if it is in a hospital or in a shack, with medications or without. It always has been and always will be sacred. The second that baby is delivered and their first little cry fills the air, the only possible reaction is to cry along with them. Overwhelming tears of exhaustion...joy...love...and reaffirmation that God is good.

DAY OLD CHILD
My day-old child lay in my arms.
With my lips against her ear
I whisper strongly, "How I wish-
I wish that you could hear;

"I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(A tiny cough and a nod)
Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
So I can tell you about God."

My day-old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled her ear.
But a kind of light passed through her eyes,
And I saw this thought appear:

"How I wish I had a voice and words;
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I forget I'd tell you of God
I left Him yesterday."

-Carol Lynn Pearson, Beginnings

A Man's Man

So it all started with growing a beard about a month ago. Actually, it all started with a lucky (expensive) permit.

Then came the beard. And lots of anticipation and preperation for....the big limited entry elk hunt!

Let's be honest, me trying to give the long, exciting details of Todd's hunt would be like Todd trying to give the long, exciting details of childbirth. Completely unnatural and inconceivable. So the short of it from me is....

They had the adventure of a life time.
A true "man's man" experience!(Complete with a discovery that lead to a police investigation over a case that has been unknown for years! Seriously!)


Thanks to the guys who went to help him out and an even bigger shout out to the wives that shared their men!

Happy to announce....

It's a girl. A girl.

I could say the words over and over.

April 5.2012.

xoxo

Summertime and the living is easy...

Unless, that is, you have been so busy it has nearly come and gone and you don't remember what you did! That is about what our summer has been. A whirlwind. We started early on with some serious landscaping, which involved an entire sprinkler system (nice work uncle Vic!), lots and lots of raking and rock picking up, putting in borders, moving around top soil and hydroseeding. Pray for our nearly half acre lawn that by next spring it will look like a lawn, not a field!

We have fit in a few vacations, but not as much as we would like. My highlight was D.C. as mentioned earlier. Beyond the usual tour of our Nation's capitol, my new must see is Monticello. You won't be disappointed!

Atticus has become a little boy this summer! I absolutely love this stage. It is beyond busy and exhausting but oh. so. cute.


We did find the time to hike the Oakley trail. It is kind of fun to see your hometown from above. Atticus enjoyed the ride. And he was thrilled to see that grandpa found a jellybean growing in his ear.

This picture was early June and he has grown so much since!



Our baby boy is seriously transforming into a little boy. He speaks in nearly full sentences now which is so weird to me! I love it when he catches me off guard. Like when I sneeze and hear a little, "Bless you mama" from the other room. He is so full of life and has such a sweet, curious, happy disposition.

Leavin' on a Jet Plane...

Just a few more days and I will be visiting here...

To see her...

Feeling free like this...

Free because I will not have a diaper bag hanging on me and free because nothing reminds me of the liberties I enjoy every day like a trip to our Nation's Capitol! That is right. I am leaving Todd with Atticus. I guess I should say I am leaving Atticus with Todd. Otherwise, it sounds like Atticus is the one in charge. Either way, it feels strange to be leaving my boys but I can't wait to see my sister and visit one of my most favorite places on earth. We live in an amazing country!!

Words I wish he didn't know...

Every now and then, life throws a curve ball. Sometimes it is to keep it exciting, sometimes to learn a lesson, sometimes to wake us up, sometimes for reasons unkown. Last Thursday we had one thrown at us, and I feel it was for lesson(s) to be learned.

Lessons I learned:

There is a first for everything, so be prepared. He had never climbed onto the counter before, so I turned my back to a hot stove.
Nothing in the world is as important as he is. Slow down, stop trying to do it all. Distraction is deadly with a toddler.
Watching your child in real pain is nearly unbareable. Enough said.
Don't wait for a scare to renew your deep gratitude for what you hold dear. The thoughts of how bad it could have been make me sick.
Accidents do happen, forgive yourself All the love in the world doesn't ban heartache from happening....now and then.

Lessons he learned:

The real meaning of hot. Luckily the stove had been off for a few minutes, or this lesson may have been a little too harsh.
The words "burn" and "bubble ouchy" (blisters).


I am grateful for prayer. I am grateful for Priesthood holders. I am grateful it wasn't worse. I am grateful he is on the mend.

I promised myself when I started this blog it would be real. Not for show, not to impress. Well, here is real life as a mom. And this mom is grateful for the lessons we learned.

This took me back....

Every once in a while if I have a hard time falling asleep, which is not very often, I will listen to my ipod. A few of my favorite artists I could listen to day and night, over and over are Sara Bareilles, Nora Jones and John Mayer. Well, the other night, I thought I would mix things up and put my ipod to shuffle. I turned off my lamp, closed my eyes and hit play. Low and behold I heard this....


Not just any Nsync song but the song....God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You. I have to admit, it put a smile on my face and took me back to my younger days. It is so funny how music will do that to you. Now I know you are probably laughing at me, thinking less of me or seriously questioning my taste in music but come on... this was a good song.

****Unless you are in junior high and slow dancing with a member of the opposite sex, with straight arms, 2 feet away from each other, taking baby steps. Then this is a painfully long song.