HAUNTED!! That's how I've been feeling for a couple of days now. Not in the way that is obvious, but by some words I read the other day. I was working in Sadie's kindergarten class checking in the kids homework. Some of the kids were missing part of their work so I went to their backpacks to see if I could find any papers and in one of them I found a large pile of papers. I pulled them out to see if this child's homework was in there and as I glanced at one of them, obviously written by an adult, not a kindergartner, a line or two caught my eye. It said,"I'm sorry you don't like our house, or like our furniture. I wonder sometimes if you even like me. I guess that I haven't been the best husband, father or provider that you expected.... " I quickly put it away and didn't read any more, but I am haunted by those words because in truth, they could have been written by my own husband. I can't count the number of times that I have complained about those same things, either to him or to others. I realize now that by doing that I am essentially telling him that he is a lousy husband and provider. That is the last thing that I want to tell him. I know how hard he works to provide for this family, and what a wonderful father and husband he truly is. In my heart I know that no house, no amount of $$ and no other thing in this world would ever make up for having a poor marriage or a disinterested father for my children and that I am actually RICH beyond my wildest dreams. I feel badly that I read a part of some one's private conversation, but it was unintentional and I put it away as soon as I realized what it was. But I look at it as a wake-up call for myself. No more thoughtless comments will come from me on this subject. I want to be supportive and sustaining to my husband, even when he is not present, rather than saying and doing things that diminish him and his self-worth. He is priceless to me and I need to treat him as such. I hope that I am forever haunted by these words....so that I will never make that mistake again.

Whew! Countdown to Fall Festival is on!

The BIG fundraiser for the year for our school is the Fall Festival. It's a big dinner, dancing, games, fun family time kind of thing. They always have a silent auction that brings in lots of money and each family is asked to contribute at least one item to auction off. I don't know about anybody else, but for me that is a very stressful thing. They suggest going to businesses and getting products and services donated, but anyone who knows me knows I would rather cut my arm off than solicit donations. So for the last two months I have thought and thought and thought and tried to come up with a fun, unique idea that I think will be appealing and bring in $$ for the school. Thanks to my mom and her embroidery machine I usually have something fun.
This year I donated 12 Christmas ornaments that are covered with machine-embroidered lace which is embellished with Swarovski crystals. They are very pretty and I hope someone else thinks so too! I turned them in yesterday.

It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Whew!! Hopefully they'll get a day of rest before the next big stressful thing gets loaded onto them.....

Hasta!

Wacky Wednesday!

Whew! I get to sit for a moment. It has been one of those days. I'm really ready for Curtis to be home. I try to keep things together when he leaves town, but it truly wears me out. I was reading on Melody Ross's blog last night. She is the founder of Chatterbox, Inc. I learned that her husband had an accident a while ago and has suffered from a brain injury, so she has had to be the mom and the dad and the business owner and keep everything going at home and at work. I am amazed at her ability to keep going, and keep a positive attitude about it all. Very admirable.

Took Soren in to the dr. today for a 9 month checkup. He is one BIG boy. He clocked in at 22.2 lb, 31 inches long. He was 90% for his weight, 80% for his height and 75% for his head size. Dr. Berry teased me and told me that he will one day be a linebacker and that I ought to package and sell what I've been "feeding" him. But of course, he is all good. Everything about him is great. He was absolutely crazy there too. He sat on that crinkly paper on the exam table and kicked for all he was worth just to hear it. He was wanting to get into all the drawers and cupboards. Thankfully he fell asleep on the way to Aunt Nicole's so that she didn't have to put up with his antics while she watched him.

I spent an hour in Sadie's classroom today helping with the recording of homework. I am amazed at how much those cute little kids have learned in the 29 days they've been in school. Sadie is very business like in her schooling, comes right into the room, gets her things from her cubby, sits down and gets busy. Not much talking to the other kids or getting distracted by anything. She has made tremendous strides in her writing. So fun to see the progress.

Seeking organization!

I really shouldn't be up at this hour, but Soren got me up and of course now he's back asleep, but I'm not. I really look forward to the day when I can get a whole night's sleep.
I've been having lots of thoughts of ways to organize my home and my life so that it is more efficient. I think that organization is key to surviving being a mother of more than one child. I have gotten ideas from lots of places, including here. I was so inspired by what she has written and the challenges. I am trying to put some of those ideas into practice. Another idea I got was from my friend, Katie. While visiting at her house I noticed that her water cup had an elastic string with alphabet beads on it, spelling out her name. She had them for each member of her family. She said that it saves her washing those thousands of cups that seem to end up all over the house which no one will claim as theirs. I loved this idea, because I am forever washing cups, way more than necessary, even given the number of people who live in this household. So I ran right out to my trusty craft store and picked up the supplies to make name bands for our household. It has helped already, even though I haven't gotten all of them made yet. Who would have thought that such a simple idea could be so useful??

Weekend Survival

Aren't the weekends supposed to be somewhat more relaxing than the weekdays? Not so here at the Welch Compound.

I did so love listening to and watching conference this weekend though. The talks were all so good and I can't believe how amazing I think Pres Hinckley is. I think he could run circles around me. I really loved the phrase I heard, (not sure who said it): "Adult Onset Pessimism" I have suffered from this disease for most of my life and it's time to be cured.

Jordan went to homecoming on Sat with a friend he worked with at 7 Peaks. Her name is Coleen. Curtis and I took them to the rifle range to shoot early Sat morning. It was frigid and she came in flip-flops but she sure was a good sport. She was not afraid to try to shoot and she had a go with all four of the ones we had with us. I have to admit that I was really surprised that he had asked someone out and I think that he had a good time. It's so strange to watch your baby become a man!