Oh my gosh isn't she georgous? I am having some tenchinal difficulties tryint to get these to upload so here is some of Kelty for right know. I love how they all turned out can't wait to figure this out and get them all on here for you guys to see. I promise more to come.

What makes me SAD, What makes me happy.

This is what makes me very sad. my popcorn bucket is empty. I love popcorn And everything it entails.

















This is what makes me very happy my popcorn bucket full. I absolutely love popcorn espically when it has any kind of popcorn syrup on it. That makes me even more happier but alas I can at least make me some. Happy days are here again.

Grandma Whiting

So 1 year ago today, my Grandma Whiting passed away. What bittersweet memories.

Approximately 3 weeks before she fell and broke her hip.

I still remember her the night before she fell.

She was living in a care center, called Hearthstone. They always did Family Home Evening every Monday. So shortly after she moved into Hearthstone, my sister and I thought it would be great to rotate spending Monday nights with grandma and the cousins.

So that is how Family Home Evening started. My sister would do the schedule and then you would go on your night.

Do to some events in my sisters life, she called and asked if I would take over scheduling for her. So for about 2 months I did the schedule. It was great. Then the day before she fell. I somehow managed to schedule Teddy and Myself and our family's for that night. Without knowing what I had done until we got to the rest home.

I remember sitting their talking to grandma and in walks Teddy. We look at each other confused but stay.

I don't remember what the actual family night was. I do remember that Teddy brought doughnuts and Jesse wanted to climb on her bed and eat his. This didn't go over to well with grandma.

We didn't take grandma anywhere that night just sat and visited and enjoyed each others company.

When we left for some reason I had to walk to the front desk. Gene went the other way to the car with the kids. Then I returned past my grandma's doorway.

She was sitting on her green couch like she always did looking out her window. I still remember pausing and just staring at her. Something told me this would be the last time I would see her like this.

I being who I am passed this feeling of and thought nothing of it. I did stare at her a little longer than normal though. I quietly said "I love you grandma", she didn't hear me. I went on out to the car with my husband and kids.

I had a lot to do. School was starting in 2 days I needed to make sure my kids got all their stuff together.

Early the next morning my mom calls. I see who it is and say couldn't you have waited till like 10 a.m. this is my last day to sleep in.

She says no I thought you would like to know that grandma fell during the night and broke her hip we are at Mountain View Hospital.

I immediately went back to that thought I had the night before. I knew I should have taken it more serious.

I thought I was busy and like always my grandma would always be here.

Then suddenly she wasn't here anymore. I crumbled, what was I going to do. Who was I going to call to ask canning questions to? ( I know about the blue ball book but it is never as good as grandma.) Who was going to tell my kids to finish their dinner even if they didn't like it. Who was going to tell me to pick that weed and through it away. Who was going to just randomly pop into my new house when I didn't have dinner cleaned up yet, let alone have her 2 sisters with her. I was mortified. Who was going to make me feel OK. Who was going to help me peel tomato's, peaches, pears, apples. Who was going to teach my kids a penny saved is a penny earned, or you have to keep on keeping on.

I all the sudden felt a huge responsibility to my kids. I have a lot to teach them.

So today in honor of my grandma I took my kids to the floral. Let them pick out their own flower. We took them to her grave and I told them how wonderful this lady was and what she meant to me and hopefully someday to she will become to mean that much to them.

I told them why I say "I want it Grandma Whiting clean." Why $2 bills are important to me. Why canning is so fun to me, why when I sleep I have to have the covers up around my neck but my feet sticking out. No matter how hot it is outside. Why I have to pull every weed I see.

Why they should always hold their head up high and stand for something.

I am forever thankful for Grandma Whiting and her role in my life. I don't think a day goes by that I don't think of her.

I hope that grandma knows how much we love her and all that she sacrificed for me and my children.

I am even more grateful for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. The things I have learned. To know this is not the end but a beginning. To know that Grandma is standing up straight, cleaning off her door frames. Re-cleaning her windows cause the wind blew when she was done and got them dusty again.

I LOVE YOU GRANDMA.

Canning again......

So I didnt think we had any pictures of the three of us canning.
So I had to change that. Here is Christy my mom and me peeling tomatos for salsa.

Seriously I don't know what I would do without my mom and sister and all the help they give to me. It is always a blast to get together with them and squish tomatos. So much fun. I think I have realized why I like canning, because it usually involves spending time with these two wonderful ladies.

First day of 3 year old preschool.

He is so excited to go. He wanted to wear his soccer socks. (We don't play soccor or have soccor socks but this is what he wanted to wear.)

Jesse being silly. Doing a normal Cope picture. Have to hang the tongue out.

Enough Pictures already mom. He was getting mad at me.

You have to love it when they run into Preschool and don't even care if you are thier or not.