You Learn As You Go

Lydia’s baptism

We found ourselves in quite the predicament right after Lydia turned seven and we started talking to her about baptism. Every time I would mention it she would well up in tears and say she did not want to be baptized. I just wanted to bundle her up in my arms and let her be a baby forever. She’s too young. She’s too sweet. I found myself thinking.  What sins does she need to be forgiven from? She’s never done anything wrong in her life. I was not going to make my kid be baptized. My job is to teach and love and accept and encourage, but it was her decision to make. If she didn’t want to do it; I was not about to make her. The more we talked about it; the more upset she seemed to become. It wasn’t until months after she turned seven that she opened up and expressed how much she wanted to be baptized, but that she did not want anyone to watch her. Gotcha girlfriend. And a thousand times, ditto! It broke my heart that the anxiety and stress of a whole baptismal program with a ward and a half watching was making her so upset. Every baptism we have been to recently had lots of people there and Lydia was terrified to have a room full of people watch her do something so personal. I get it. Sometimes she is so much like me it’s scary. When it comes to spiritual things, things that are so personal and sacred to me, I have a hard time sharing. It’s so personal and intimate and I get so nervous in front of people that I feel that words are not adequate enough to express all the feelings. Plus, I’m a crier. . . an ugly crier. You don’t even want to know how many tears were shed while just discussing and planning her baptism. All the feels! Sometimes I think I feel too much.  In October, a whole nine months before Lydia’s eighth birthday, Jared and I were out at a nice restaurant with live music and we started talking about her baptism. Bad idea. The waiter came over at one point to ask if I was okay. Ugly crying over her baptism that was nine months away. Bless my heart! It was such a huge milestone in her life and I don’t think I was emotionally prepared for that. I forgot to pack one of her three dresses that I had already bought her for her baptism when we went to Utah. We wanted to do her baptismal pictures out there. So I bought a fourth one. Sigh. But I ended up liking it better than two of the others I had bought. So I kept it and returned two of the others when we got home.

And these pictures. . . be still my heart! She is even sweeter than she looks and even more beautiful on the inside, if that is even possible.


Her Special Day

The day of her baptism could not have been more perfect for Lydia or our little family. We sat around the font, a little semi-circle of all the people I love most (just immediate family per Lydia’s request) singing as Jared played the guitar. I thought right then and there my heart might burst into a billion pieces. The love felt in that room filled every part of my soul. I have no adequate words for the peace, and love, and gratitude that enveloped me as I looked at each precious face seated around that font. As Jared and I walked her to the font she started trembling and sobbing. I knelt down on the bathroom floor and held my baby in my arms and prayed for her comfort and courage. She giggled nervously, the way she does when she’s trying not to cry, into my dress, snotting all over me. Then her daddy walked her into the font. I stood on the steps behind them and watched my baby girl covenant with our Father in Heaven and take upon herself the name of Jesus Christ. What a glorious day. I am so proud of her for overcoming her fear and doing something that she knew was right, and important, and sacred, and eternal. She is my hero. My heart overfloweth.


Lydia’s birthday

Happy eighth birthday, baby girl! Eight. This was a big one for me. The age of accountability. I’m not going to lie; I kinda wanted to wrap you up and let you be little forever. However, time goes on and I’m excited for everyday with you. I’m excited to see who you become. I’m excited to watch you continue to grow and learn. I always say that you are the sweetest girl I know, and I mean that with all my heart. You are beautiful inside and out. I am proud of you and aspire to be more like you every day. Happy eighth. Here’s to a lifetime more! I love you!

Lydia decided to go to Monkey Joe’s for her big day. They bounced their little hearts out.

And Nanny did American Doll again for her birthday. Our favorite! And this year, Liam got to tag along.


We booked a three week trip to Utah for the summer. I was a little nervous because as much as we love to travel and go, go, go; I was a little nervous that three weeks might be too long away from home. But honestly, it was perfect. We stayed most of the time at Grammy and Grandpa’s house. The kids loved playing nonstop with all their cousins. We loved visiting with our grandparents. We threw in a few little weekend trips and before we knew it the whirlwind of the trip was over.




Bear Lake

Our first weekend getaway was to Leslie and Nate’s cabin at Bear Lake. It was absolutely gorgeous and the weather was perfect. We visited Minnetonka Cave, went to the park, swam in the frigid pool, rode ATV’s, relaxed, and some of us even got food poisoning (we think). It turned out to be quite the bonding experience, a bonding experience that I hope we never have to have again.



Glendale Reservoir

The next weekend we journeyed up to Susie and Jeremy’s cabin in Glendale. It is nestled in the middle of green rolling hills at base of vast mountains. The views were gorgeous, the weather was perfect, and the company was better. We had a great time.


Antelope Island

This was a beautiful little trip. Antelope Island was gorgeous. I can’t believe that we’d never been here before. We hiked, enjoyed cruising the island, and even floated in the Great Salt Lake. It was so cool.

So the floating was really cool. The salt crystals all over your skin and suit when you get out were really neat, but itchy. The showering after. No one prepared us for that. You need the minimum of four quarters to turn the showers in a teeny-tiny room on. I managed to dig four quarters out of the bottom my purse, but that was all I could scrape up. That meant that our whole family had to go into the same shower room and we had a whole five minutes to let everyone shower. We entered. Each kid was strategically placed on opposite walls, facing the wall, and told not to turn around or open their eyes. All four of us got naked and lathered up with body soap all while bumping into each other. Did I mention that the door did not lock? If opened all four of our naked soapy bodies would be on display for all the beach goers. Anyone in hearing distance may have overheard things like “Do not turn around.” “Get naked fast!” “Hurry, we are running out of time!” “Don’t let your privates touch the wall.” “We better not run out of water.” “Did you soap all the stinky things?” “Get all the salt off.” “Hurry, your time is up!” “Slide that way.” “Don’t open your eyes!” “You. In. Fast.” “Now rotate to the right.”

And we were so close that at one point Jared’s stuff was “resting” across Liam’s arm while he was rinsing off. And then we all shared one towel. Because after all this, why the heck not?



Family Pictures

We loved Antelope Island so much that we decided to do big family pictures there a few days later. From the time we were there the first time, sharing a shower and all, to the time we went for pictures, the biting gnats hatched. So if we all look itchy. . . it’s because we were! Poor Lydia’s face and neck were covered with purple welts by the time we left. But I’d say these pictures were, oh, so worth it!


April Fool’s Day

Lydia and I got up early to make the boys an April Fool’s breakfast. We made “eggs and buttered french toast” which was actually peaches and cream and cinnamon cake with a starburst on top. For dessert we made “cake pops” which were actually meatballs covered in mashed potatoes with sprinkles. Liam cried when he bit into the meatball. I guess when expecting cake, that is pretty gross. When asked why he was crying he stammered through tears “I hate mashed potatoes!” He doesn’t. We were cracking up. He didn’t think it was funny. Poor little guy.