Note To Self:

Just a friendly reminder to myself....
You know, for future reference.

...Listen to the voice in your head. The one that tells you...'Don't give Des a big marshmallow and let him eat it on the fly.' The next thing you know, you may just find him dipping it in the toilet between bites!

Happy Birthday Tutu!

One year ago today, this little guy came into our lives.

I honestly had no clue exactly how much I would love and adore him!

I can't even imagine life without little Des.

He was born on 8/18/08 at exactly 7:59 in the morning.

So I took this picture at exactly 7:59 this morning, one year later.... Happy Birthday little Desmond Tutu!

And just in case you're wondering where he got that fabulous name.....

His real name is Desmond Michael (after Derrick's little brother), but Grandpa Moser very quickly nicknamed him after Desmond Tutu (whom I had never heard of), and it stuck.
I was so excited to actually drive past this billboard one day in Salt Lake (right by the most delicious Red Iguana). The real Desmond Tutu seems like a decent fella, right?

Confessions of a Mormon Mom

Today I had one of those days.

Those days when you go to church.

But you really aren't sure why.

When you pull yourself out of bed,

And you wake up the kids (since the husband has already left to meetings).

And Skyler doesn't have any shoes that fit.

Or pants.

And the pants that don't fit (but he has to wear anyways), are really, really wrinkled.

And Myah does have several dresses to choose from.

But no shoes that match any of the dresses.

And she cries when her hair gets brushed.

And you don't really care.

And Tannon wants to take a long shower.

Even though he showered before bed last night.

And you're already late.

And Zac can't find his shoes.

And Desmond has a blow out.

And your makeup is still out in the car from your trip this weekend.

And Zac still can't find his shoes.

And Des is mad.

And so are you.

And you're late.

And you leave Zac home, to find his shoes.

And you back the van into the garage door which was only half open.

And the husband is waiting for you at the front doors of the church.

And you don't like that he's smiling at you.

And you ask yourself WHY!

WHY do we do this?

WHY is this so important?

WHY WHY WHY!

And then the anger starts to come to a low simmer, rather than a heavy boil.

And you actually start to listen.

And you actually start to feel.

And you know why.

Because you know it's true.

Because it makes you happy.

Very, very happy.

And there's these guys.

We do it because of these people.

(excluding the man in the white shirt in the background...but not really.

I mean, we do it for all of our Heavenly Father's children, right?)

Not because we feel obligated.

Not because we don't know there are other options.

Not because we haven't realized it sure would be easier to choose option B.

But because we've been so blessed to have our family.

And to have parents who did it for us.

Who taught us.

And we'll do whatever we're asked.

To show our gratitude.

Sometimes it may seem difficult.

Like everything is going against us.

But we'll do it anyways.

Even if it's not always easy.

Even if it's one of 'those' days.

I'm just so glad that I have this guy to share all of the ups and downs with!

*disclaimer: No children were harmed or injured in the process of this Sunday morning chaos. And Zac even made it to church only 45 minutes late. And he even had shoes on.