We spent a fun weekend in Helen with Nan and Pop. We went tubing down the Chattahoochee, which was so much fun! The kids really liked it for about the first half of the trip. But they started to get scared the second half when we started getting stuck on rocks and Jared and Papa would have to get out and push us over them. We tied all six of us together so we got stuck more frequently than other people. Liam said in the middle of the trip that he did not want to go tubing again until he was 18. Then a few minutes later it was not until he was 16. Later it was 10, so things are looking better for a future tubing trip.

Jared and I went to a wedding while my parents took the kids swimming and put-putting. Lucky Ducks!

Then we moseyed around downtown for a bit. Liam was mesmerized by a human statue man. When he put money in the bucket and the statue started moving, Liam was dumbfounded. His face was priceless. Now he wants to be a statue for Halloween.

On the way home we stopped at Babyland General- the Cabbage Patch Doll Hospital. Y’all. The dolls. The crowning heads. The story line. It was creepy and traumatizing. Whoever thought up that script has a sick sense of humor! After the “show” was over we, adults, just looked at each other. Jared’s face was red. My mouth was gaping open, I’m sure. My dad said “That’s wrong. Just so wrong.” I was giggling most of the time, because you know, I usually giggle at inappropriate times. Lydia, however, in her precious innocence thought it was the coolest thing ever. Bless her heart. Lydia and Liam both came home with new “adopted” babies (whose heads were once protruding out of a cabbage that resembles in way too much detail a live birth). Yay us. I may never be the same.









My girl

Lydia and I were out today running errands. She was such great company. Sometimes I look at her and miss my tiny baby girl, but then I realize how lucky I am to have her at each and every stage in life. She is such an amazing little girl and so fun to do things with. She and I were having great conversations and it was so much fun to just be with her.  She is so sweet and smart and funny. I love hearing about the world from her perspective. As we were walking out of Target, hand in hand, I looked at her and told her “Lydia, you are my little best friend. I love hanging out with you!” She looked at me, thought for a minute, and said “Well then you are my best cousin. Cousins are way better than friends!” So dang cute! I love how they love and adore their cousins!


One day when Liam was at Nanny’s house she was ironing (a task that Mommy does not do). He looked at her quizzically and asked “What are you doing, Nan? Smootherizing that?”


One day when he was super tired he said “I need to take a nap; my eyes are out of energy!”


Liam Tige Erni. That boy. I really think that he is the reason for every single gray hair on my head.  Sometimes time-out works. Sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes he thinks it is funny. And even when he goes in somber or crying, when I come to get him out of time-out four minutes later he laughs. He laughs at me. Every time I sit on his bed to talk to him, he stares at me and laughs. This, my friends, about pushes me over the edge. I’m always “Do you think this is funny? I will leave you in here!” This is when he says “No, Mom, no. I do not think it is funny. (as he is cracking up) It’s just… when you are mad… your eyes get really big go like this!” And he shakes his hand back and forth. At this point we cannot get anything constructive done. He has manipulated the situation and gotten himself out of ‘THE TALK”.

Because time-out doesn’t work sometimes I just thump him on the head. This sounds terrible, I know. But it works.  He hates to be thumped! And I am delighted that I have regained some control again. Sigh. While Daddy was in Utah Liam had to go in time out for something while we were at my parent’s house one day. As I was dragging him in there he was saying “Don’t thump me! Are you going to thump me?” I sat him on the bed and told him that I was just going to talk to him. Then he got this mischievous little grin on his face and asked me if he could thump me as hard as he can. “You can thump me, if I can thump you” I said. Looking angry he said “You just wait until I’m eighteen and see how hard I can thump!” Y’all. I had to just walk out. What in the world!?!?! Eighteen? How does he even know to say that? He is planning his revenge already- as a four year old? I am in trouble with this one! His smart mouth is going to get him into big trouble!


In Memory of Rosalie Ryan Mueggler

Leaving Georgia with Love from us all

When I got the news of Grandma leaving us, I initially felt relief for her… and then became emotional thinking about her wonderful reunion with Karl, Sean, her parents, and other loved ones that have passed on before her.

I would have loved to bring the whole family out, but with the kids already 2 weeks into school and Stephanie not able to take time off work, I booked an airline ticket to come out with all the love from Steph, Lydia and Liam.  The Grandma and family is in their thoughts and prayers

Day 1: Flying to Utah

Saturday, Aug. 22

The day started at 4:30 am off to Hartsfield Atlanta Airport.  With a 2 hour flight to Dallas, then a 2 hour 45 minute flight to Salt Lake City, I met Chris for a ride to Provo… who arrived in an old green Subaru that looked familiar.

Day 2: Logan, Viewing & Vigil

Sunday, Aug. 23

Chris and I left in the morning to pickup Laura from the airport… then on our way to Logan.  We made a pit-stop at the Mueggler’s home to chat, then off to Mom’s to prepare for the evening’s services.

It’s been an amazing day being with family we don’t see often and learning things about Grandma I never knew.  And the most amazing part of the day to me has been how much joy and love we have in this family.  We are spread out all over the country, and we’ve all ben able to come together to celebrate Grandma’s life… and it feels more like a celebration than a sad departure.  She is loved by us all.

Day 3: God be with you till we meet again

Monday, Aug. 24

We gathered this morning at the church with family and friends to honor Rosalie’s life.  The Mass was beautiful.  The people were beautiful.  The day was beautiful.



I remember Grandma loving to sit in the living room and reading on the couch.  She was there often and I loved looking at what she was reading–and would sometimes take it for myself when she was done if it was the Reader’s Digest.  She would dog-ear the pages of the good stories so I didn’t have to search through it. And if the classical music was playing, I would just sit and flip through National Geographic pages next to her.  But as a young girl, one thing that I would do while she read   was sit at the piano and play.  I would nonchalantly go over and try to play any piece that I knew.  As I played, I would randomly glance over to see how impressed she was with my piano skills.  It meant so much to me as she would look over and smile as I played, and I thought I was the bee’s knees playing with my grandma’s approval.


Growing up I always loved going over to Grandma and Grandpas to play. I would spend hours toying with the legos that were kept in the basement, building my creations. However, my favorite part was being able to run upstairs and show Grandma.


I always thought the spoons on the wall at Grandma’s house were so cool.  I remember always going over there starring up looking at all the wired designs and shapes.  Without asking there always seemed to be an unwritten rule that touching the spoons was off limits.  I’m not sure if that was because I couldn’t reach them, or just that they looked expensive.  The one spoon that was most intriguing was the one with the hole in the middle.  Why on earth would someone cut a hole in a small spoon.  One day when I was looking at that particular spoon I remember Grandma coming over and taking it down and letting me hold it.  That was so cool.  It was one of those experience where it made me feel 10 years older and 100 times more responsible.  I couldn’t stop thinking and bragging to my brothers that “Grandma likes me enough to let me hold her spoons.”  Years later when I went on my mission to Russia I remember searching the markets specifically to bring back cool Russian spoon for Grandma.  I’m not sure if it ever made the wall, but that memory will always be with me.


When our family moved to Amalga we had a Grandma and Grandpa over almost every Sunday afternoon.  I loved seeing Grandma and Grandpa each week.  I don’t know if it was for Grandma specifically, or just because… but we always had great lemonade.

One of these afternoons we boys thought it would be funny to freeze plastic flies into the ice cubes Mom was going to use for our lemonade.  We thought we were so funny!  But that all changed when Mom caught up with us.  She would not bring the Lemonade to Grandma and Grandpa with our fly-cubes, but rather made us drink our lemonade with them!  But the biggest impression I have from this prank was hoping Grandma wasn’t disappointed in us.

All my life I’ve know Grandma to be well-read, very intelligent and opinionated; and while at these weekly visits she’d ask probing questions about our lives in school, friends, and our accomplishments.  We always wanted to impress Grandma and so we’d make sure we’d have good reports for her. Grandma had a way of brining out the best in us that way.

A Jewish Proverb says “God could not be everywhere, so he created mothers”.  This emulates Grandma as a mother and grandmother, and in the many traits she passed to her wonderful children.  The Mueggler Family is, largely due to Grandma no doubt, a model of a strong, loving family who sticks together through thick and thin.  I hope that my kids will emulate those same traits as they grow up.


The basement of Grandma’s house was a cave of creativity and wonder. Every time we visited grandma and grandpa’s home the main event prior to dinner was dumping the box of 20 year old legos on the basement floor and constructing a colorful mass of conceptual design and moving parts. As kids, and admittedly well into our teens, we would spend hours down there turning our imaginations into tangible plastic constructions.

Building the unique cars with workable steering wheels, helicopters with circulating rotors and motorcycles that transformed into jets was certainly fun, but the real satisfaction came while presenting our masterpieces to Grandma. Now I have no idea what she really thought of our little toys, some of which did nothing more than fall to pieces right before her eyes as we attempted to impress her, but she always made us feel like we had achieved something remarkable. Grandma would point to a specific gear in the assembly or an aspect of the design and say something like, “isn’t that wonderful” or “that’s just great!”. Those few words of approval from Grandma made us feel like a million bucks. There was no better feeling in the world.