Happy Birthday Matthew!

Matt is so darling and so fun to be around and makes us all happy.
We are so grateful that six years ago he joined our family and that he is ours.

Happy Birthday darling Matt!

Tomorrow's cake

Does it look a little like a giant root beer float? Well, pretend if you could. This here is a
root beer cake with a fancy float frosting, my friends. (Thanks Kathy for saving the day with
your root beer extract!) The small practice cake from yesterday was deemed to be delicious.
We'll see if today's cake is just as good. I have a feeling it is going to be even better.

Because our birthday boy completely deserves it!

Buying me some happines for ten dollars

There are a lot of things that don't matter to me that probably should. When I find a purse I like, I just use it, and only it, for years and years and years. When I have a cell phone that works, I sort of forget that every couple of years you can upgrade to a new one without any cost (could have had a new one last July, but I keep forgetting to get on the website and choose one). If a car works and fits our family, I really could care less how old it is or what company makes it. (I just wish I were this way about everything, but alas, I am not).

A month or two back, I realized my purse was bordering on pathetic. It was about five or six years old and the wallet inside was approximately the same age and the same patheticness. They were looking pretty junky. So I went on a search for another purse I would like as much. I am quite particular about the kind of purse I use, so it took me a few weeks, but I finally found one that I loved. And it was on clearance. I like.

Since that time, I have been using the old wallet because I could not find a new one that both matched the purse and worked well for me. But yesterday at Target, I found the wallet I have been looking for all my life. Or since February. Either way.

It is kind of vintage and different than anything I have owned, but I love it. It wasn't on clearance, but coincidentally cost the same amount as the purse. I figured it must be a sign.

I am now the proud owner of a new purse and a beautiful wallet to put inside it. Who knew that so little money could buy such happiness? Watch out though, next thing you know I will be posting about my new cell phone. But that would mean I would have to remember to get on the website and look at cell phones. And apparently this is low on my priority list.

Oh well, I'll just be content with my pretty wallet for now. Because seriously...I like.

There aren't even words...

...for how much I adore my little brother and how hard he makes me laugh.

Happy Birthday Sweetheart!

Thirty-three years ago today, the man I married was born. And I don’t have enough words to express my gratitude for that event.

We met for the first time when we were thirteen. Why is that so funny to me? For twenty years I have known Jacob Allen. Correction, for twenty years on this earth, I have known Jacob Allen. We hung out with the same group of friends, attended a dance or two together in high school and I wrote him faithfully while he was on mission—okay, maybe not, but that one letter I sent must have been pretty amazing.

But it wasn’t until he stepped off the plane from his mission/staying with his parents on their mission, that my soul completely recognized him. Looking back, I knew what was coming. And from the deepest part of my heart, I knew it was what should happen—what both of us knew should happen.

Because almost twelve years ago, a handsome, wonderful, funny, gentle, happy 21-year old boy stepped off a plane and completely stole my heart. Although, it really was his to begin with.

And today is his birthday. I’m so grateful to be the one celebrating it with him.

You are everything to me, Jacob Ethan.

You are my best friend. You are the first one I need to talk to when something makes me happy or sad or frustrated or confused. You are the one I laugh with and cry with and want with all of my heart to please. You make me laugh harder than anyone I know and you make me feel like I can do anything. For some reason, you never seem to doubt me and never act surprised when I do something I didn’t think I could. You are logical when I want to act with only my emotions, you are calm when crazy is not a wild enough word to describe me, you are completely trusting and faithful when I am overwhelmed and past understanding.

Happy Birthday, Love.

You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

Not quite what I had in mind...

...when darling Jacob offered to tend the kids while I finished cleaning up the house.

In his defense, there was a Frisbee thrown on the roof. And the kids were so excited
it was almost worth the heart attack I suffered after being called out onto the deck.

Dads are much more exciting then moms. And about eighteen times as dangerous.

These kids are so blessed to have their incredible dad.
Even if the adventures he chooses about do me in.

Well hello March!

Oh happy day, I love this month. There are so many things about March to love. Sure I'll name a few, thanks for asking.

Jacob's birthday. Can't wait. And not just because he will finally be the same age as me, after a long four weeks, but because I love torturing showering him with crazy birthdayness.

Matt's birthday. Now that was the fastest six years of my life. He is so excited, I am so excited, we just can't wait. Every detail is being discussed several times a day. And Matt brings it up every once in a while too.

Lorri's birthday. This is our darling friend who lives with us. Now she is going to be thrilled that I mentioned this on the blog, but I couldn't help it. She lives with the crazy birthday lady, so she is out of luck.

Spring. Oh spring, spring, how I've missed you. Please come soon.

March Madness. I am doing everything I can to keep from writing in all caps and with a plethora of exclamation marks. Oh my word, do I ever LOVE MARCH MADNESS! I couldn't help it. Sorry.

Welcome March. You've always been good to me. Please don't let me down now. 

Things I love ~ Life

Things I love ~ Benjamin

I absolutely love this little boy. Ben is just completely two. He is funny and happy and independent and full of energy. He is talking like you wouldn't believe and putting together many words to make sentences. Although four years younger than his next sibling, he really can keep up with all of them. He idolizes both of his brothers, and especially his sister, and makes all of them laugh and laugh. He is just one sweet and funny boy.

There isn't a day that goes by that I am not so deeply grateful for our Ben. I feel that way about all of our kids, but Benjamin was our little miracle that we didn't know if we were going to get. But we did. And I am thankful beyond words to have him in our family and to be his mom. I cannot imagine life without him.

I am so grateful for you my sweet Benjamin boy.

Things I love ~ MormonMessages

I love these messages that the Church produces.
This one was especially powerful to me and while longer than usual,
is definitely worth the time it takes to watch it. It makes me cry,
and makes me so very grateful, every time I watch it.

Things I love ~ Matthew

Matt just makes me happy. He is funny and joyful and always thinking of new things to do and how to make everything exciting. From the time he was little, Matt has always been extremely laid back. I sometimes call him our "surfer dude" because he just kind of goes with the flow and doesn't get too uptight or stressed about things. He laughs constantly and when he gets laughing hard, the rest of us can't help but laugh with him. He often has a mischievous look on his face and has done something silly to tease his brothers or sister. He absolutely loves Kindergarten and feels very secure in going and in his friends and his teacher. He reads incredibly well and has one of the smartest math minds I have ever come across.

I am so grateful for my Matt—he makes life happy and fun for everyone around him. I get a little pit in my stomach when I think of him going to first grade next year, because I honestly love having him around in the mornings. But he will do great. He always does. Matt was made for greatness.

Matt is not our oldest or our youngest, he is not the only girl, nor is he the middle child. He is just Matt—happy and funny and smart and kind and good. I wouldn't change him one bit. It is an absolute privilege to be his mom.

Your mom thinks you are incredible Matthew man.

Things I love ~ Spring weather

Especially in February.

Things I love ~ Our library

It is small and simple, yet cozy and perfect. Without question, my favorite room in the house.

Things I love ~ The temple

This is the temple where Jacob and I were sealed. This is the place our little family began.
We are now six instead of two, but my love for the temple is just as strong--stronger actually.
The temple we currently attend is many miles away from Switzerland, but it still means
absolutely everything to me. I am so incredibly grateful for the temple.

Things I love ~ Annie

Goodness, I adore this child. Annie is honestly one of the sweetest, funniest, most darling girls I have ever been around. Here she is in a photo with her best friend, who is also absolutely darling. I'm so grateful they have become such good buddies. And as much as she loves her best friend, and she does, Annie is just a sweetheart to everyone.

She is pretty easy going and takes life as it comes. She spends hours (and I mean hours) drawing and creating and being artistic. She is Ben's little protector and will play with him as long as he wants her to. She makes Cam and Matt laugh harder than anyone else I know. She has amazing timing with her jokes and comments and often has Jacob and me cracking up. She is honestly just plain awesome. And if you hadn't noticed above, she is one beautiful girl--inside and out.

I'm so grateful to be her mom. I'm so grateful she came to our family. I'm so grateful that she and I are "the girls." I'm so grateful for her good heart and her desire to do what is right. I'm just so grateful for her.

Your mom adores you Annie girl.

Things I love ~ The Harry Potter series

Oh boy do I! I didn't read these when the rest of the human race did, but because of that,
I have the advantage of hearing from everyone how great they are. And it is true. And that is
why I am stalling, because I don't want them to be over. I started the fourth book months ago,
but kept putting it aside because I didn't want to read it quickly and have it over.
Well, I finally got into it and of course, read it quickly (750 pages felt like 100),
and now it is over and I am sad. But excited for the next one.

Man, I love these books!

Things I love ~ Heart attacks

Things I love ~ Our yarn ball tradition

Still doing the yarn ball tradition. Still loving it. Still makes the kids smile. Still need to get Ben a haircut.

Happy Valentine's Day!

For those dying of curiosity, they were watches. Simple, inexpensive, fun watches.
With some candy along the way.

Happy day {of love}.

Things I love ~ Cute, creative kids

The kids took charge of dinner on Thursday night and decided a restaurant would
be a fantastic idea. They went through the dress up box and found some aprons
(Annie's was around her waist) and then took out every leftover in the fridge
they could hunt down. After writing up a menu, they invited Jacob, Ben and
me in to be served. It was not only fabulous service, but cute beyond words.
You'd better believe this will be a new tradition at our house. Man, I love these kids!

Things I love ~ The Olympics

Vancouver. Tonight. Winter Olympics.

I cannot wait.

Things I love ~ Valentine's preparations

I loved working with each of the kids on their Valentine's Day cards.
Have I mentioned how much I love being a mom?

Things I love ~ My treadmill

There are a lot of reasons this photo makes me laugh. And I'm positive
you are dying to hear them. No problem, I'm super nice that way.

1. Our treadmill is very old. We got it for $200 on Craigslist when we moved here. And although it kind of bends in the middle, I love it. I can walk and run on it, so really, how much does age matter? Not one bit, says the old lady who just had a birthday.

2. When I was on the treadmill taking this picture, the numbers kept flashing on and off, you know like they do as they change. So it totally looks like I ran/walked 10.9 laps in the time of zero. Hello, I'm awesome.

3. I don't actually drink vitamin water. I just like their containers because they have a wide opening, so I use them as my water bottles. Why did I mention that? I have no idea. Why do I mention anything?

4. It apparently takes a lot of apparatuses (is that even a word?) for me to exercise. Gloves for warmth in our freezing basement (two pairs you see because I had to cut the tips off one pair so I can work my iPod and...nevermind), a DVD player, DVDs to be played, my iPod for general conference and music...seriously, did you know some people just exercise? Weirdos.

Okay, I'll stop now, even if I could keep going. Because when you spend more time posting about your treadmill then you have spent on it today, you know you are bordering on insanity.

What's that?

Rude.

Things I love ~ Sleeping babies

Things I love ~ Our 'darling' boy in Peter Pan

I love my family!

I don't ever want to forget that the kids, with the help of their dad, made me the sweetest
birthday slideshow. With their cute selves forming the birthday message. I love those little people!

For Mom/Linn on her birthday

Dear Mom, 

Thank you for being my mom. You are a very, very good mom. You lots of times let us do
very fun things and it's super fun doing those things with you. I like you being my mom very
much. I like that you have fun with me when I am staying home from school in the morning.
Thank you for always waiting to go inside until you can't see me and waving at me on the bus.
Happy Birthday! I hope you have a very, very good birthday!!!

From, Matt, your very happy son 

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 Happy Birthday Mom! 

I love you. You are awesome. Thank you for making dinner for us and making fun family traditions.
You're the best mom and sister in the world. You are always so nice to me. I love you. Again!

Love, Annie 

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 Happy Birthday Mom! 

I love you because you do so much for me and you help me with my homework
and make us dinner. My favorite thing about you is that you always try to help us.
You are the best mom in the world. I love you so much.

Love, Campbell Jacob Allen

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There are very few occasions that compel me to write on this blog. Actually...just one.

Happy Birthday Linny!!! 

I wish I could name all the ways that I love and appreciate and admire you.
You're gorgeous, witty, hilarious, and brilliant. You're always so thoughtful, selfless,
caring and kind to everyone around you. And you're a gifted example, leader, and friend.
But you've always been all of that.The amazing thing is how much better you continue to
become, in every way. I'm continuallyamazed at your strength, perseverance, and desires.

¡Feliz Cumpleaños! 

¡Te quiero! 

Mucho. 

Love, J 

Things I love ~ Campbell

This boy is in the play Peter Pan tonight (he makes the cutest John Darling I have personally ever seen). He has been practicing with the cast twice a week since October, including three and a half hour practices every night this week. He is nervous, but excited. So am I. When I walked him into the high school tonight and then walked away, I have to admit I got a lump in my throat. Don't get me wrong, as excited as I am for the next two nights, I know that in the grand scheme of things this isn't the biggest thing ever (although it feels like it tonight.) The lump in my throat, that continued throughout my ride home, came because of how much I love this boy and how amazing it is that he is grown up enough to be a part of something so old.

This is the boy that made me a mom almost ten and a half years ago. This is the boy that made us all laugh constantly with his funny imitations and silly phrases when he was a toddler. This is the boy that astonishes us with his almost photographic memory. This is the boy that wants more than anything to do what is right. This is the boy that wants to read his scriptures every night. This is the boy that asks questions that are way too old for him and really wants to know the answers.

And this is the boy that said to me as we were almost to the school, "Mom, you don't need to tell me what you are thinking. I already know that you think that I am going to do great."

Yes, I do sweet boy. And not just in the play.

Things I love ~ Jacob

Fitting I would put up this handsome guy first, eh?

I adore him--absolutely and completely. I could write a whole lot about him
and how being married to him is my greatest privilege in this life and the next.
How he is the greatest dad I have ever know. How he is gentle and kind and
 funny and super smart. How he...wait I think I said I wasn't going
 to write a whole lot. I'll stop. After I say this...

I love Jacob Allen.
And lucky, lucky me.

He loves me back.

Love

In honor of this month of love, I plan to make
the majority of my February posts focus on
things that I love. The list is huge in my head,
but even I'm curious to see what gets posted.

Happy February everyone!

May you have an abundance of love...and sugar.

Guess who lost his first tooth?

Our darling Matthew boy of course!

In the which she types her crazy thoughts

If you haven't had the pleasure of speaking to me today, you should be ridiculously thankful be slightly grateful. If I were at a restaurant and the host called out, "Overwhelmed and Grumpy, party of one", I would shoot out of my seat so fast your eyes would explode.

Sometimes I like being in a bad mood. Yup, I just admitted that. Often I don't, but sometimes I just do. I'm rebellious like that. It makes me a little happy that I'm rebellious. But not when I'm grumpy. That doesn't really work you know.

I haven't made the effort to put in my contacts today. I just lazily fashionably wore my glasses everywhere. It was a good call because they are especially fancy. They are Eddie Bauer you know, so I'm pretty sure that makes them timeless. And that is about when I purchased them—when time began.

I decided to wait to take a shower today until the kids got home. It just seemed like a really good call. When I was in the shower I realized how much I like the whole shower idea. With the water on, you can't hear a thing outside. It is almost like being a soundproof both (not that I've been in a soundproof booth), but warmer. And wetter. I'm a fan. And the size is a little like a prison cell (not that I've been in a prison cell). But with more options.

In case this post wasn't cheery enough for you (what? I'm shocked), here is a little video to make you happy. I lie not when I say it almost took the grumpy out of me. Almost. Even if you don't care how to fold a fitted sheet (how could you not?), this girl is fantastic. If you want to literally laugh your head off (okay, not literally, stop planning a comment in your head) watch the last 40 seconds or so. Over and over and over again. Not that I would do that. But oh my word it makes me laugh. Hard.

This post sounded like a much better idea while I was in the shower/my prison cell. Now that I'm dry and actual people have the ability to read it, I'm kind of second-guessing myself. But not enough to stop myself from that little orange publish button. I just spent like three minutes writing this and I'm no waster of time. Says the women who watched the last part of this video like fourteen times.

I dare you to follow this train of thought

Last night I wrote an email to our bishop. I don't think there was a single complete sentence in the whole thing. Our bishop edits books for a living (well, his job is much more glamorous than that, I just dumb it down for me). I need to call today and make sure his head didn't explode.

I was exhausted last night and complete sentences didn't seem too important at the time. Plus I was freezing. Because it is winter and our house leaks like a sieve.

My feet are freezing right now. I should go put on some socks.

Matt goes through socks like they are tissues. I think he is down to one pair. I should go to the store.

I don't like going to the store. Because I spend money. And then have to haul everything I bought home and put it away. And because I'm obsessive-compulsive, I have to put it away just right. And it makes me tired sometimes.

I'm a little more tired than usual this morning because I got up and went for a run. Did you just catch that? I ran this morning. Yup, been running again since the beginning of January. My leg is doing quite well. I pray in gratitude every time I complete a run and my leg still doesn't hurt.

I've been trying to be extra grateful in my prayers lately. Because I am so incredibly blessed.

Love my husband, love my kids, love my leaks-like-a-sieve house, love life...you name it, I am a fan of a lot of things lately.

I'm glad our ceiling fan isn't on. Because my feet are cold. And I have a hard time writing in complete sentences when I'm cold.

I wish I knew if our bishop's head was still intact.

Have you ever?

Started to download photos from your camera to your computer and realized you had
some photos on there you had forgotten about? And then laughed hysterically over
one that probably wasn't that funny, but seemed extremely so at the time?

And then spent several minutes trying to figure out why you would even take such a picture?
And then remembered your little guy wanted to see himself with your glasses and you
didn't want to take him clear into the bathroom (it was like two whole rooms away)
and lift him up to the mirror? So you just snapped the photo and let him take a look?

Yeah, me too.

Board breaker

This handsome guy went to a karate birthday party tonight— and loved it.
I think he would have loved it no matter what, but being one of only two boys
to be picked to try and break a board with one kick was pretty cool.

Poor board. It never had a chance.

Change of plans

Last night (when it was late and I thought I was extra clever), I started to plan a great post about yours truly when she was a youngster. You know, sharing some interesting facts about little Linn. I might possibly still write that post--it was going to be good. But most likely only if you read it late at night.

But after certain events yesterday and today, it looks like a little change of plans. Instead of amusing you with my mini self, it looks like I will spend some of the day pondering the following question. What causes someone to be mean?

Don't get me wrong, I know I have had my share of times when I have offended and hurt others, and it makes me incredibly sad to think that I've done those things (and for those reading this that I have ever done that to, I am truly, truly sorry), but outright meanness is something that I just don't get. It really is something to behold and it makes me wonder where it comes from. I think what boggles my mind more than anything are the handful of people I know who seem to be mean, more often than not. Like a way of life or something. Weird.

Anyway, enough from the old Linn. Apparently she needs a nap, or some chocolate, or a three-hour workout. The first two are looking like the best options, but I'll let you know.

Onward and forward. Goodness, I'm so grateful for all of you darling people.

Who happen to be so not mean.

One of our favorite memories ever