Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I Madonnari

Every year at the Santa Barbara mission, local artists will come and create chalk drawings for the I Madonnari festival. In the past I had gone after the drawings were all completed and it was cool to see the artists at work this time around. It was a bit crowded for the kids and husband, but a must see this time of year.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Thomas The Train

The Heber Creeper turned into Thomas the Train this weekend. Reanne has been asking me forever to ride a "real" train. When I asked her if it was fun she told me that trains went way too slow and that she should have gone on a roller coaster instead. Sierra and Grant had a lot of fun (and don't you think Jess is a good sport for posing with Sir Topham Hat?)

Thursday, May 21, 2009

He's Such A Boy!

This morning after I got out of the shower, I caught Grant in my house plant eating the dirt AGAIN. Apparently, dirt tastes a lot better to boys than to girls.

Jumping Jacks

This is my children's new favorite place.

Sunday, May 10, 2009


This week Reanne learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. Once Reanne discovered that some of her friends could ride bikes, she has been begging me for one to try out herself. Getting tired of waiting, she grabbed our neighbor's old, small bike and began pushing herself around on it. She was very persistent and determined to learn to ride a "big bike." After a few days of watching her I thought to myself that I would be a better mother if I helped her rather than watch. So I came out and began to hold the back of her seat and push her while she peddled. She quickly told me that she would rather do it herself. I thought "No, she just doesn't understand it will be easier." So I tried again. Again she told me basically to leave her alone which I was happy to do after she rejected my help so rudely. Sure enough, a few days later she was up and riding the bike. She was so excited and told me how she learned all by herself. I praised her and she left beaming.

At that moment I discovered something about my little Reanne. For the past six years I have thought that I was showing love to her as I assisted her in doing things. I didn't realize that she could care less about me helping her. What she really craves and needs from me is my praise. Hopefully it won't take me six years to figure out my other two kids.