Thankful

I wish I was a morning person. It seems morning people get so much more done and are happier, more fit, more likely to find good deals, etc. I'm sure it's not true but it seems that way to me. Today is Thanksgiving, and for some reason I'm up before everyone else, which almost never happens. It's a good feeling. I try to find something quiet to do so I don't wake anyone so I decide to put the laundry I folded last night away. Now that it's done I feel a little lighter for having one less task to complete before the family comes over. Maybe there really is something to this early bird thing.

I love Thanksgiving. It's such a family oriented holiday. Kate is home from college, my family who is able is coming over for dinner, and basically we all get to just enjoy being together. I love the feeling of just hanging out together, visiting, playing games, making plans, eating good food, and basically strengthening bonds that the holidays bring. I'm really thankful for this opportunity.

So now that I'm up and the laundry is put away it's time to generate those heavenly smells from the kitchen. Pie, stuffing, turkey, rolls, cranberry sauce. The elements are sitting in my kitchen waiting for the magic to happen so I better get to it. I think I'll need a nap later.

Who needs a new sandwich anyway???

I'm mortified. Just mortified. Can you say child abuse? Ack! I was just emailing Dallin's teacher, confirming that I got her note asking me to send juice for their party tomorrow. I have been very busy lately and hadn't taken the time to write her a note in the take home notebook. Well, this morning I wasn't home to get Dallin off to school...I had to take my mom to a Dr. appointment and left before he was even up. This left Thom to get my boy ready for school and safely on the bus. Dallin takes lunch to school every day...no exceptions...every single day. He's a picky eater to put it mildly and he just wouldn't eat anything the school was offering. So, this isn't Thom's first rodeo, he knows that Dallin needs help getting up, dressed, teeth brushed, breakfast fed, LUNCH PACKED, the whole 9 yards. Well, I get an email back from Dallin's teacher about the juice and, oh, by the way, the lunch in Dallin's pail was from LAST WEEK, so he had hot lunch today. My facade has been crushed. I can no longer pass myself off as supermom. My child was sent a PPB&J for lunch...a petrified peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The good, and surprising news is that he actually ate that hot lunch. Hmmm, maybe this is the beginning of supermom getting a few mornings off from packing lunch. I just hope I don't have men in suits waiting at my door to take me away when I get home.

She is like a star shining brightly...

I'm having to come to terms with the fact that my kids are getting older and leaving the nest. Last night I was able to attend Maddie's last YW in Excellence. She is a senior this year so my years of attending YW activities with my girls are rapidly coming to a close. This tugs at my heart a little bit and last night I felt sad that I wouldn't be able to see my girls participate in these wonderful programs. Anyway, our ward put on a program called "Like the Stars" and Maddie was asked to sing a solo called "Someone Needs Your Star." A fun thing was that I was asked to accompany her on the piano. I haven't played anything but primary songs or hymns in front of an audience for a long time so I was a little intimidated, but the thought of being able to play for Maddie helped me overcome my fears and feelings of inadequacy. Well, she sang like an angel, and I only wish I could have a recording of it to listen to over and over. She will be on to college soon and I will miss hearing her sing. Each of my children have gifts, just like all children, and it's such a neat thing to be able to bask in the glow of a child sharing her gift in such a beautiful way. Thank you Madeleine. You are my star.

Where to Start???

This is it, the beginning of my blog. Honestly, I never thought I'd do this but I so enjoy reading my friend's and family's blogs that I thought I'd try it out for myself. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't live an overly exciting life, just a normal one, but one that I love. I will probably just add my random thoughts here and there about what's going on in my life, therefore, the title of my blog...sticky notes. Don't you have sticky notes all over your house reminding you to pay the bills, call this person or that person, pick up the kids from school??? I've found that the longer I'm on this planet the foggier my memory gets....so....sticky notes have saved my bacon many, many times. Now if only it would work for the kids and Thom. Those darn notes fall off their foreheads so fast. Next time, I'm bringing out the stapler.