Lesson learned. The hard way.

I very rarely feel compelled to blog about something. 

My blog usually consists of cute photos of my kids and funny stories I am dying to share with my friends and family - because I want them to know us better.

Well, tonight you get to know me better. 

But, it's a mistake I made.

You see these toys?

Papa and Lola gave the motorcycle to Miles for his 2nd birthday. 

Spiderman is a hand-me-down from Richmond, I think. 

Miles is obsessed with them.

Seriously, he takes them everywhere! Those things have been "driven" around his carseat, the church pew, waiting rooms, our entire house, the front porch - you name it.

It is not uncommon for them to be clutched in his tiny hands while he sleeps.

Well, today he came up to me while I was "busy" cleaning the floors and asked: 

"Mama? Where my mo-cycle? Where my guy?"

(Because, as I'm sure you know, it is Mom's JOB to know where EVERYTHING is!)

My response:

"Uh, I'm not sure buddy. I think they're in Mommy's bag. I'll help you find them in a little bit."

I am sad to say I completely forgot this conversation.

That's not the worst part. About an hour later, I went into the hallway and found the entire contents of my huge bag all over the floor. Unfortunately, there is a LOT of stuff in there. 

That conversation was so far off my radar that it did not even occur to me for one second why he would have done that. I scolded him for making such a huge mess. Then I cleaned it up and went on with the day.

Just a few minutes ago - 3 hours after the boys went to bed - I was putting a few more toys away. I saw another Spiderman toy and it suddenly dawned on me. All the pieces from the day came together in an instant. I ran to my bag to see if the motorcycle and "guy" were still there. They were. They had been buried so deep that even when he dumped the stuff out he hadn't found them. 

I know that I probably make a lot of mistakes as a mom, but for some reason I felt SO bad about my neglect of this sweet little request - and even worse about my thoughtlessness later. 

I went up to his room, resisted the urge to wake him,  kissed him while he was sleeping and said I was so sorry. I left the toys next to his bed for him to see right when he wakes up.

 I am so bummed to make mistakes like this.

I am so grateful to be a mom and to get to do better tomorrow for this little guy.

Snow Day #2

This was last month, but it's been crazy (moving to a new place - again! more on that later) so -
 I'm finally finishing this post I started weeks ago . . .

We were pretty thrilled with the 5 inches of snow the first day . . . however!
That evening Jacob's boss sent everyone home early to beat the bigger approaching storm.

We ate yummy "Cafe Rio" food I made, had a movie night with the kids, then watched Jimmer Fredette work his magic on the BYU basketball court.

We went to bed that night and in the morning we found an additional 11 inches! 

It's what they call in these parts a "NorEast-er!" (however that's written)

WE WERE IN HEAVEN!

Here's what we did:

Luke couldn't wait for our play date with friends and jumped into the powder on our porch!

We found our snowman was buried . . . 

I LOVED this view! I have a serious love affair with big snow storms! Serious. 

Don't tell the people around here, though. It seems not everyone shares my adoration.
They may blame me for all this.

This is our friend's front yard down the street from us.
Yeah. We made a sledding hill and fort in her yard.

Go, Ada!

Luke trying to snowboard!

After his successful run . . . So cute!

Trying to help Miles get the hang of it.

As you can see, Luke loves the snow as much as me!
Miles liked it, but was not so willing to dive right in to it.

This was the house we lived in - the second floor was our apartment. 

A cool 125 + year old home.

Sadly, the lady above us - AND the people below us - were not in love with children and the noise they make . . . so this was one of our last weeks in this place.