Thankful heart

Today I am feeling so thankful for a wonderful husband. He works so hard to keep our family happy and healthy and I am grateful for him and all he is and does. Plus, he is a super fun guy!

The coast in January

Yesterday we were trying to decide if we should head to the mountains or the coast - how fabulous that we have a choice! Colby checked the weather and saw that it was suppose to be in the 60's at the coast. We decided we couldn't pass up the chance of a great day at the water and it was wonderful - we were not disappointed. The highest temperature was at Seaside, OR. At about 3:00pm it was about 67 degrees and to our surprise not even a breeze (unusual at the Oregon Coast). The kids splashed in the water, in their rainboots of course, as we all soaked up the sun.

Responsibilities

I have a friend who says you can divide people into basically two categories: 1. Bakers/Cookers and 2. Cleaners. I am a cleaner. When I was growing up, my sister Becky would bake or cook and I would get out all the supplies and clean as she baked. It was fabulous! I love to clean and organized. When I got married, I just assumed that the responsibilities would continue, except that Colby would cook for Becky. Much to my dismay, that never happened. He will cook or bake occasionally, and it is soooo good, but not on a regular basis. Now, I CAN cook and bake, but so often things go wrong and I end up throwing it away. The problems arise due to the fact that I am a ditz, yes, a blonde ditz. I embrace the quality and have even passed it along to my sweet son Tanner. While we lived in Utah, I was able to master my cooking and baking, and even received compliments from others. Since moving to Oregon, I have failed miserably in my responsibilities. I don't know if it is due to the fact that my children are all in school and I am happy to clean and shop all day long, or if it is just the change in altitude and humidity. Whatever it is, my cooking and baking are disasters. Cooking is not fun to me, it is a chore, a job, a responsibility. Two nights ago, I gave up. I had tried a new dinner, and it made Arik gag. Granted, he hates food, but still, to physically gag.... So after mulling over my problem and discussing it with a friend, I have once again signed up for Dream Dinners. I am going Friday morning to make my 12 meals, and hopefully my family will be happy eaters once again.

Christmas Jammies

Every year Mormor and Grandpa give all the Stark grandchildren jammies to open Christmas Eve. Our came a little late this year, so instead the kids had New Year's Eve jammies. Here is a picture of the cuties in their jammies.

Happy New Year 2009!

In honour of all the upcoming football games, I thought I would post this picture of Arik. I am guessing he is about 15 months here, already obsessed with football, especially BYU. Happy New Year's Eve!