Friday, December 30, 2011

Easy, Lentil Coconut Curry

I made this recipe up one day out of the contents of my cupboard. It's extremely tasty plus seems to fill my void for delicious Indian curry! It's also received rave reviews from family and friends so I end up making it a lot! Serve over brown or jasmine rice and enjoy!

4 cups liquid, as in water or stock
2 large carrots, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
4 large potatoes, chopped
5 garlic cloves, minced
1 cup of frozen peas
1 can of stewed tomatoes
1 can coconut milk
1 cup dried green lentils

2 tablespoons brown sugar
4 teaspoons flavored bouillon, as in chicken or veggie
2 heaping tablespoons Yellow Curry seasoning
2 tablespoons olive oil

*If you have a strong, flavorful stock then omit the bouillon (depending on how you feel about msg)

In a large pot, saute onion and garlic in olive oil until soft.
Throw everything else in and stir til blended.
Bring to a rolling boil then let simmer for 45-60 minutes, until lentils and potaters are soft. Serve over brown or jasmine rice.

Bon Appetit!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Cocos and the Nonos

Zadok, our very creative and inquisitive 5 year old, keeps asking us lately,"How can I make some money around here?" He is learning the value of earning money and saving it for something special. He's not sure what he would like to buy with his money, but his desire to make some extra money and stash it away is very strong. He is hoping to sell tomatoes at the Farmers Market next season. He also says he will wash anyone's car that comes over. His latest idea was to write stories and sell them on the computer.

He says you can have one of his stories, complete with 3 pages of illustrations for just 2 dollars or 1 dollar.
Comment me your email and I will send you our mailing address. In return you will get this original Zadok story in the mail, yours to keep forever.

The story is called:
THE COCOS and the NONOS fight over a COCONUT.
First, two guys were fighting over one coconut. So they built a wall that went all around the world that each side could not get past. One side was the Coco people and the other side was the Nonos.
But then the Cocos and the Nonos decided to go back and share the coconuts because they realized there was a bunch of trees anyways. Then everyone got their hammers out. All the Cocos and all the Nonos started to bam the wall down with their hammers. Then there was peace again in the land and the two guys that were fighting over the one coconut each shared one half. THE END

Friday, December 23, 2011

Mele Kalikimaka!

Our family attempted to send out Christmas cards and family updates this holiday season, and half-succeeded! Which means I was disappointed to realize halfway through the month, that our cards turned out dark and hard to read, that we lost most of our families addresses, and that someone-I-won't-mention-(baby Jonah) didn't give me enough time to write personalized messages inside them. So, if you didn't get a card, or hated the one we sent, don't feel bad because this blog is reaching out to you and giving you a BIG, Mele Kalikimaka (((virtual))) hug! Merry Christmas! We love you!
The Jackson 5 in the jungle:

The Star Wars Episode:
Beach=happy kids:
Hope your Christmas is merry and bright! Can't wait to browse around and look at everyone else's family pictures!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Surf Mama

Last week Tuesday my husband convinced me to drop what I was doing and go do something
He could see the tired rings around my eyes, the drooping face, and that look that says, "If I don't get some time to myself right now I might fly to China or join the circus, or both."(Chinese circus performers are pretty amazing, actually)
So I got in the car and headed towards the surf.
Afterall, I am a surfer.

Well, I used to be a surfer.

I was nervous driving to the beach. I've only surfed twice since we moved here, and both times the waves were gentle and small, just a friendly frolic in the sea.
Driving to the beach today, I knew the waves would be much bigger. I tried to convince myself (for a second) that I should take this time to go shopping instead, but I knew I needed to get in the water. I knew I needed to recharge in the ocean and I could feel it deep down in my soul.

So I gave myself a pep-talk on the way to the beach to help ease my nerves, which went something like this:

"You can do this! You may have been living in the desert for a while, but surfing is in your veins. You KNOW what to do. You know how to paddle,and duck dive, and drop in, and ride. You know how to surf, and you can!"

When I pulled up to the surf spot it was crowded with lines of cars and spectators, all checking the waves below. I found a parking spot overlooking the surf, where I could sit and decide if I really wanted to paddle out or not.

It was bigger than I thought it would be, with waves rolling thru at two separate spots. The waves were "overhead", meaning the top of the wave was higher than the top of my head, about 6-8 feet overall. I looked towards the shoreline to see a group of young kids riding the "white wash", which is what's leftover from the larger waves once they've crashed and decreased in size and energy.
I learned how to surf in the whitewash when I was a young kid, but as an adult and more experienced surfer, I scoffed at the whitewash. "Ha!" I thought, "You won't catch ME riding the white wash, I can surf better waves than that!"

My pep-talk in the car must've really worked because I decided, with confidence, that I was ready to paddle out into the bigger surf!
So I grabbed my longboard, put my leash around my ankle, and glided onto my belly, straight out towards the crashing waves. That old familiar feeling came over me, of anticipation and excitement of what was ahead. I was pumped and ready to take on these waves; to show the world this Mama was back! This mama was surfing!(Okay so this is an old picture but I needed something here!)

Well, the waves were strong, and my muscles were weak! The crashing surf was pushing me across the beach and onto shore faster than I could paddle. I also forgot I couldn't duck dive very easily with a nine foot longboard! Wave after wave was crashing over me, beating me down to the bottom, and twirling me in circles. By the time I paddled into position to catch one wave, my muscles were burning so bad that I just sat there, breathing heavily, until the wave passed over me. Every direction I turned there were giant sea turtles, floating effortlessly with the surf. I think they were catching more waves than me!
I let the white wash toss me and turn me as I paddled constantly against the rushing current. I finally got into position where I could paddle for a wave, and actually caught it! I was exhausted from all the paddling, but I paddled hard, dropped in, and that was it! The wave of the day! I rode this baby all the way across the shoreline, feeling the rush in my stomach and the freedom in my soul! I let out a big
"Woooooo-hooo!" My smile felt as big as my nine foot longboard. I was having so much fun!

Then...... I admitted to myself that I had never really left the whitewash and all the little kids were staring at me with smirks on their faces.

But, I'm so glad I got in the ocean that day. Yes, I used to be a surfer, and I am slowly working my way back there again. But, the difference between the young surfer Sally and the mama surfer Sally, is that I am just as happy being tossed around in the sea as I am catching perfect surf.
Recharging my soul, and feeling the energy of the waves all around me, is all I really need right now.

Friday, December 9, 2011

When I was a little girl

When I was a little girl I had so many dreams for myself, and I kept them all locked up in my diary.
I loved writing lists, and making goals, and keeping pages of ideas just for me.

I had visions and fantasies about who I would become someday.

As a little girl I would try to imagine myself as a grown-up person doing all my cool, grown-up things.

What would I look like? How would the little girl face of my childhood change over the years into a big, grown up face? Would I have the same smile, and the same laugh, and the same dreams? How would I make all my dreams and goals and ideas even happen?

It was all such a fascinating mystery to me!

When I was a little girl I couldn't wait to grow up!
I kept on writing down my dreams and ideas, enthusiastically learning more and more about how to fulfill them as I grew.
**I dreamed of getting married someday to a wonderful, handsome man, I dreamed of having the most wonderful children in the world, I dreamed of going to the Temple! I dreamed of traveling to far off places and doing lots of interesting things, and having tons of good friends! I dreamed of being the happiest person in the world!

These were the dreams of my childhood. The dreams I looked forward to every day.

When I was a young adult I didn't care anymore.

I stopped writing down my dreams and started living for the moment.

Life was full of disappointments and challenges that were too much to think about and too hard for me to handle.
So I decided "to hell with it".
Naturally, I made bad choices, destructive for my body and spirit. I made friends with people who didn't care about me and dated guys that were no good for me. I focused on making money, chasing waves, and finding thrills in the day-to-day things I was involved with.
I did everything I wanted to do, but still, I wasn't very happy.

One day I woke up and realized that I wasn't a little girl anymore.
I was shocked to realize that the time for my dreams was passing.

This was heartbreaking.

So I fought back.

I mean, I really fought hard. It took several years, and took the love and help of my God; a loving God who never forgot who I was and what my dreams were.

Together we fought for my dreams, and fought battles that were so dreary and exhausting that I couldn't possibly have done it alone.

We fought against temptations and desires that would hurt me. We fought against addictions that would destroy my body and spirit. We fought against people that only wanted my misery. We fought against ideas and goals that were meaningless and unproductive. We fought against the whole world and all it's pointless, immoral philosophies!

We fought so hard for so long until....... one day I realized I was me again!
Except now I am the grown up face that I had imagined and wondered about in my childhood!
And I am actually living my dreams and fantasies.
Living a life that I love.
And I am so happy.

I am so, so, so, so, so, so happy because when I was a little girl, this was the life that I dreamed.

Are you still fighting for your dreams?

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Girl Cousin

My sister Leilani came to visit with her 2 1/2 year old daughter, Waimea. Here is a picture of the cousins together.
It was really fun having a little girl in the house for the week!
Although she fit right in with my rowdy and reckless boys, she was still wearing pink, and had her hair in pig tails, which is something we don't see around here! My sister said I can't keep her, but I'd definitely like to borrow her more often in the future.
She's too cute. and a great mommy's helper! She always offered to push the stroller even when it was a large child named Odin that is too big for a stroller.
We're so happy they made the trek out here to Puna! Mahalo for coming girls!!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Christmas simple

I try to keep the Christmas traditions simple and fun. I don't go crazy making crafts or spending money on decorations, and I stay away from websites and blogs that are overloaded with holiday glitz. It's too overwhelming and detracts from the purpose, in my opinion. I mostly just want our boys to get ready for Christmas by being reminded of what it means and how we celebrate it. Here's a few things we are doing:

I really like the advent calendar, which can be used in so many ways as a Christmas-countdown. Last year we pasted an ornament on a paper Christmas tree every day til Christmas! The boys took turns with the glue,, which I think was their favorite part. This year I toned it up a bit by making an advent calendar out of toilet paper rolls. (Odin painted every single one of these, by the way!)
We are stringing them up in our doorway and taking one tp roll down everyday til Christmas, starting on Monday the 5th...because I'm a little behind, hehe. (could that be a pun?)

Inside each tp roll is a scripture, and a thought or action for the day that will remind them of what Christmas is all about. I got the scriptures from here, originally from the LDS Friend magazine.

Another thing we are doing is a "Giving Jar". We put coins into a jar to keep in the car. It is to be used to give away to anyone we see who might be in need. The other day we spent 4 dollars buying ice for a family that was living out of their car and didn't have enough money to keep their groceries cold. They were very grateful and the boys are learning what it means to give.

I also made a giant "Nice tree" out of green construction paper, with a picture of Jesus on the star. Every time someone does something nice for someone else we write it down on a paper ornament and glue it onto the tree. I think it will be fun to read them all on Christmas day and see all the nice things we did this month for each other.

For Christmas decorations we are making construction paper decor, snowflakes to hang, and printing coloring pages of the story of Christs birth. On Christmas Eve we will use our pictures to tell the story of Jesus' birth. We did this last year at Grandma Sandy's house and it was really fun for the kids to be involved.

We have other traditions and are constantly adding more.I hope you are having fun and feeling the spirit of Christmas as you're getting ready for the big day! If you're like me and you like to stay stress-free over the holidays, I bet simple and fun is happening at your house, too. Enjoy!

Friday, November 25, 2011

My Beach Fantasy

It's true, we're not spending nearly as much time at the beach and in the ocean as I imagined we would when we moved our family Hawaii. We knew ahead of time that this area was going to be very different from my life on Oahu, where miles of white sand beaches and perfect surf, was something I just took for granted!
Over here, the beach is not a beach, it's rocks, as I mentioned before. But we've realized that this is only a small reason why we're not at the beach everyday. Other factors that contribute are: living 25 minutes away from any swimable ocean, living in the rain forest where it rains and pours almost daily, and having young children. The last one, of course being the biggest reason why I don't always jump at trekking down to the rocks with the kids by myself. It's exhausting!

This past week it was a beautiful, sunny day at our house, so I packed the car up with all the swimsuits, boogie boards, snorkel gear, fish nets, sunscreen and lunch food, and headed towards one of our favorite beaches in Hilo. However, 25 minutes later, we arrived at the beach in a downpour of rain. The kids didn't want to get out of the car, but I made them. "We're swimming!" I said, "I didn't drive all this way to sit in the car!"
Zadok and Odin decided it was okay, even with the sprinkling rain falling from the sky! So they hopped on their boogie boards and paddled around for a bit. It was very cute watching the brothers play together.......until 10 minutes later Odin decided he was too cold and he wanted me to dry him off, change his clothes, and feed him lunch. Simultaneously, Jonah decided he just wanted to run towards the parking lot, and have me chase him. And of course at that same time Zadok is yelling and whining from the water that he has no one to play with and he's bored.
So, I did what every overwhelmed and sane mother would do; I threw everyone back into the car and drove home!
Now, If you could have seen the inside of my car that day, you might've been very worried that our family was never going to be okay again.
There was Odin in the backseat screaming, Jonah in the middle car-seat crying, and Zadok sitting there scowling at me from the passenger seat, all-the-way-home. Then there was me in the drivers seat sobbing because all I wanted was to go the beach and have fun, yet I didn't even get my hair wet!

So you can see why I might be a little disappointed that we're not living out my beach-life fantasy here in Hawaii right now. It's a lot of hard work, and sometimes, I just don't wanna do it. I know it will get easier in time, especially as the boys get older.
I decided that the 10 years of living in Utah and Idaho has given me the patience I need to wait out this little-kid-land-sentence. Someday soon, these baby years will be gone behind us, and I will miss them dearly! Yet, I am totally looking forward to the many years ahead of awesome, beach adventures with our much older boys! My ultimate beach fantasy includes surfing, and snorkeling, and fishing, without drama and tears.

**Please stay tuned for a post titled "One million reasons why I LOVE Hawaii besides the beach."
**** And here's a picture of the older boys on land, happily climbing trees in the jungle.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Greeting the sun

This morning, and several mornings these past few months, I've been rolling myself out of bed at 6am to greet the sun. It is beautiful out there with the pink sky awakening, and the black darkness disappearing into the brightest jungle-greens!

This past year I've stayed in bed as long as I could in the mornings, snuggling and nursing our little baby. I never felt the need to get up and greet the sun, not with a warm, squishy baby next to me! Yet now, as he is getting older, it feels good to have this time in the morning to myself.

I run as fast as I can, racing down the dirt roads, jumping over rocks and puddles, chasing the pink and purple sky til it turns to blue.

After my run this morning I came home to find everyone awake, the house full of the loud frenzy of little voices playing, Micah getting ready for work, and a toddler wanting to catch up on his milkies.
As I sat in the giant rocking chair nursing Jonah, my 5 year old started tickling my feet, my 3 year old started blowing bubbles on my arm, and my toddler started smacking me in the cheek while giggling through pursed, suckling lips. It was such a comical picture of how the rest of my day was going to go, with my 3 crazy, precious little boys.

I'm so glad I got that time to myself this morning, so I could have even more energy for this:

Have a blessed day!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Halloween and Kahena beach (not necessarily together)

And here's some pictures to prove it!

Our baby is now a GIANT baby. (15 mos)

He loves to hold his baby. (My Cabbage Patch kid from when I was little.)
He walks and runs and laughs and hits his brothers in the face with large objects. (they love it) He is always playing nearby, no matter what we are doing. Here Zadok is reading a book to Odin, while Jonah watches on:
He loves to swing and eat grapes and lay his cheek on your cheek for a hug.
He doesn't care to talk. He says a word that sounds like dog, but that's about it. It's a high pitched shreek that starts with a "d" when he sees a dog, so we'll count it. His older brothers do more than enough talking for him, so we're okay.
The neighbors always laugh when they drive by and see the baby asleep in his swing with nobody around. I promise I'm just right inside the house watching!

My Dad was here for a couple days from Oahu. We loved having him over! The first thing the boys said after he left was, "When is Grandpa coming back?"

And Halloween happened!
I was a Cockroach sticky-trap. I told all the kids that this BIG roach was in my kitchen that morning--We're lucky we got em!

The boys were black ninjas.
We had a big party at our house for all the homeschool kids in our group. It was so much fun! The following night our church had a huge party and trunk or treat. Then on actual Halloween, we took the boys trick-or-treating at the local mall.
Needless to say, they got lots of candy. And being the good parents we are, we let them eat it all.
Oh, and we charted the candy, for scientific purposes. Zadok really liked organizing, categorizing, and charting his sweets. It was good number-writing practice, too.

Lastly, we finally took the family down to Kahena beach, which is about 30 minutes south of our house. It's supposed to be one of the most gorgeous black sand beaches on the island! It's also known to be a nude beach, where a lot of illegal activity happens. You know, drugs, sex, and dogs that aren't kept on leashes......
I was a little nervous about taking the kids, but it turned out to be really nice. We went early in the morning, and the only thing we saw were some nice naked people swimming, and some nice dogs not on their leashes, so not bad. ;)

Baby Jonah fit right in at Kahena, with his cute, black sand buns!

Hope you had a Happy October, too! Although we are missing the falling leaves and changing colors of Autumn, I do have to say I love not being cold! Life is good.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Making positive changes!

I've been meeting a lot of people, since we've been here, that have moved to Hawaii to improve their life circumstances. Things just weren't "working out" for them, they'd say, as I've listened to stories of past relationship troubles, to job troubles, to bad environments, and family issues. But, they continue to tell me, that since coming to Puna everything has "just fallen into place and worked out for the good."

I really like this thought.

And I know it's not Hawaii that magically removes problems, because problems have the potential to follow us everywhere, but I think that if you open your heart to good, positive changes, and go searching for the good changes you need, then yes, the world gives back to you, everything falls into place, and works out. For a lot of people here, Hawaii is synonymous with positive change, which makes this place extra special.
I have met a lot of people lately that are overflowing with this happiness and good energy. I have felt the influence of these people in my soul, and I am grateful for them.
Since I've been here, I have even felt this really happy, positive energy move through me, that I haven't felt for a long time. I've been able to shake off a lot of negative experiences I've had in these past years as we've been trying to figure everything out, and focus on surrounding myself with only goodness. Good people, good surroundings, and the making of good memories! It feels really good to feel truly happy.

In the past I've let stress build up walls of ugliness around me, and I've dug deep holes of negativity where I have sat for days. I've let bad anxiety fill my soul, as I've sat in my dark hole, cursing everyone around me. I was always able to blame my feelings on the freezing snow, or the small apartment, or the lack of support from my husband, as he was always away from us at work.
But since we've been here, I have nowhere to dig a hole when I start feeling bad. I have nowhere and no one to blame my ugly, stressy attitude on, but myself. Since I've been here I have had to look at myself honestly in the face, and say,"I need to make positive changes for the good."

This past week when I started feeling stressed about something, I didn't do the right thing. I took my anger out on someone else in a negative way, which resulted in a huge train wreck of emotions for all parties involved. Although I didn't intend to cause such havoc, I did. And whoa, do I regret it. I feel bad for saying what I said. If I could put my whole foot in my mouth, I would, and then I would give my foot to the offended. But all I can really offer is an "I'm sorry."
Sadly, though, I received some really painful, cruel, and extremely hurtful insults that weren't expected. You know, the kind of insults that would make someone want to crawl into a dark hole and never come out. Basically, I feel like I poked someone with a sharp pin, and they turned around and stabbed me with 1000 knives. ouch.

So this past week had the potential to be really hard for me (as well as the offended, of course). It had the potential to force me to build walls up around myself of sadness, and anger. There were moments when I would ruminate those insults in my head, and feel those painful words cut me deeply again. I would start to stress out, and beat up on myself, thinking," You wretched, mean person, why can't you keep your mouth shut! Look what trouble you caused!"

But, right when I'd start to feel really bad about it all, there came people from my neighborhood and community bursting into my life, overflowing me with happiness and goodness!
People seemed to come out of nowhere, reminding me with their big smiles and positive energies that it's okay that people like me make mistakes, that people are forgiven, and that people can still strive towards goodness. After all, this is Puna, where people come to change, and find happiness.

This morning I took the boys on a long walk down our street. As I was beginning to put all these thoughts together in my head, I started to second-guess myself, like maybe I have been over-exaggerating the uncanny-ness of all these happy encounters.
But then a neighbor I had never before seen or met came bursting out of her front door to introduce herself and give my kids chocolate mochi. Her happy smile lightened up my morning and validated my story. So, yes, God and the universe are trying to tell me something.

I am trying to look at myself honestly, I really am. I am trying to remove the negativity from my mind, which allows me to ruminate on negative thoughts, and allows me to feel overwhelmed and stressed at times. And especially, the negativity which allows me to hurt those around me.
I am determined to bombard any negativity with goodness, making room for the positive changes I need in my life.

If I have ever offended you, I am sorry.

If it helps, just think of me in Puna, bursting with goodness and positive energy, making the changes I need to stay happy, and maybe you'll forgive me.

Puna rain

The rain is coming down hard right now, as I stare out our kitchen windows. All of the windows in this house are really large, and none of them have glass coverings.
So, when it rains hard like this, we can barely hear each other talk. We have to turn off all media, or mute it until the rain calms down again. The rain is loud and heavy, and bangs hard on our metal roof. I like how it makes us all stop and look at it, like it doesn't want us to forget it's there.

When we first moved here it really startled me, and I couldn't sleep at night. It made me feel claustrophobic at first, like the snow used to make me feel. However, I knew I would get used to it again. After-all, I had lived with this rain all my life, and it wasn't cold.

Now as I'm looking out the window at this rain, I see the green growth all around it, and the gift of life it is giving to the earth. I can see little, freshly sprouted trees and vines poking up from the ground.
And right when it seems like the rain won't stop, and the trees and bushes, and little sprouts are shouting, "Enough!", It lets up a little, and allows us to all to keep going about our day.

I love the rain today. I love the banging on the roof and the pounding on the earth. I love the green jungle all around me that is blooming and growing, and always thirsting for more.

I love the sounds of my family, as we gather in the living room to play; media turned off, lights turned off, listening and enjoying the many rhythmic sounds of life, here in the rain forest.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

3am catch up

Geez, I've been waking up a lot lately at 3 am with anxiety, getting myself out of bed, and then catching up on friends blogs and emails! I have a lot on my mind lately, and sometimes can't sleep.
It's not bad anxiety, though. It's good energy that leaves me feeling excited and restless.
I used to do this a lot in high school when I was anticipating a concert. I remember being up all night with stomach jitters, the night before seeing Bad Religion (for the 3rd time!) Nowadays it's not mosh pits and punk music I'm anxious about, it's homeschooling parties, Zumbathons, and La Leche League meetings. There's a lot of fun to be had with life, and I am stoked to do it!
I guess these 3 am catch-ups help me balance out my day, and send me back to bed feeling calmer.
And I would go back to bed right now if the rain wasn't so loud. The rain here comes down in thunderous blasts that jolt you awake and make you think the sky is falling! The first time it happened I woke up and thought it was the end of the world.
Ahhhh, jungle life. Good news is that the kids sleep right thru it, while I lie awake thinking about mosh pits and punk music...I mean babies and rumba.

Friday, October 7, 2011

ripe fruit for Odi

Odin loves picking fruit. He cracks me up on a daily basis because every day he tries so hard to convince me that there is ripe fruit to pick, even when there isn't.

"Mooooom, I see some ripe tangerines out the window."

"No Odin, those are still green, and not ripe, yet."

"Nope, they are riiiiiipe, I see some orangey on there."

"No Odin, they are still green, and are not ripe, and we don't want to pick fruit til they're ripe because they won't taste sweet."

"But Moooooooom, I promise they are ripe! Please can I pick one? Pleeeeease? Pleeeeease? I just know they are ripe. I know it!"

"No, Odin. You know they aren't ripe."

"But, but, but, I want to pick fruit!"

So we end up going outside and picking whatever we can find that's ripe. There's always guavas to pick. I let him pick as many avocados as he wanted the other day and he went nuts-- Like a kid in a candy store, until he decided that the Starfruits were ripe, which they weren't yet, so we started all over again. "Mooooooooom....."

Such a funny kid! Here's a picture of Odin in the garden, staring longingly at some ripe green beans that were ready to be picked. Oh happy day for Odin!!:

Thursday, October 6, 2011

3 lucky boys

It seems that everywhere I go with my kids, people make comments about having 3 boys. They are mostly super positive, with remarks about how blessed, how lucky, and how wonderful it is to have 3, healthy, little boys. How sweet it is, as a mother, to hear comments like this! Then every once in a while someone will ask, "So what's it like to raise 3 little boys? Is it crazy or what?" haha.
Yes, it's crazy. It's non-stop wonderful, bless-ed, craziness, and I love it! Some days are difficult, with anger and emotions flying everywhere. Some days are overly hyper-active, with messes and chaos everywhere. Most days are really loud.
Most days I lie on the floor and let them tackle me and sit on me because I am defeated in all other areas of life. :)
Everyday is special because my little boys are special to me!

Here's a few things we've been up to as we live our daily boy adventures:

Daily walks in the jungle that we call our street:

A little hike on Onomea trail:

A fortress in the living room, for little boys to crawl:

Everyday is a hot day in the yard, so that means lots of playing in the pool:
Our little friend (on the right) came over to play and swim, too.

A Pirate Party! Pirate hats, pirate necklaces, pirate songs, and pirate games, just because. Oh, and lots of AaaaAaaaaarghs:

And here's me, learning how to take care of myself and not get too burnt out on my highly intensive boy-rearing lifestyle.
There are essentially six things I have to do in order to maintain sanity:
1. Get regular exercise (I'm loving Zumba as of lately)
2. Have healthy, wholesome foods on hand
3. Get 8 hours sleep
4. Fill my daily-spiritual cup with prayer and scriptures
5. Make time to prepare and plan and make lists
6. Loving support and teamowork with my husband

Ready to take on little boy world!