Graffiti Artists....

One might think after observing these pictures that the Crosby household is a prime residence for teaching young children the art of graffiti, in many of it's wonderful forms.  They may very well be correct, but who can take away that creativity from a child? Especially when it is accompanied by lots of giggles, laughs and memories. 

Day 1 

These pictures were left for the Seminary students in Dave's class (which is now in our playroom)...notice the homework my children left them.

Day 2

These pics are of the kids adding art to Dave's wall in his office, just before they were covered solid. 

The kids have since added art, each day, for the Seminary students. Maybe, just maybe, it will assist in keeping some eyes open. 

My Superman...

It was a little over 13 years ago that I met my 'superman'. He was given that name by my college classmates after an incident of him surviving a 50 foot fall from a sheer wall of rock. Literally walking away from the scene. And my 'superman' he remains after 13 short years.

This entry is for him. Yesterday we celebrated another one of his birthdays. Sawyer and I took him to lunch at one of his favorite Thai Restuarants and then he battled the boys in Mario Cart while the girls (I had some outside help :)) made his favorite German Chocolate cake. Steaks for dinner followed nicely by that previously mentioned cake, which turned out fabulous! That's how he wanted his birthday. That's what I love about him, easy to please. One of the many things to love about him.

Of the many things I love about my husband are the following:

-I love that I can always confide in him and know that my words are kept confident.
-I love that I can go to him for a hug whenever I need one (more needed as of late for some reason :))
-I love that he works so hard to provide for his family
-I love that he is so understanding of the female hormones and patient when needed
-I love that he strives to be a great role model as a father to his sons
-I love that he listens without judging
-I love that he motivates me to do better and be better
-I love that he slows me down every now and then to enjoy life
-I love how he honors his priesthood 24/7
-I love that he can admit when he is wrong and work on being better
-I love (begrudgingly at times) that he holds me responsible for my own mistakes and helps me learn from them.
-I love the back massages he gives
-I love his intelligence, he always teaches me new things
-I love the example that he sets for those around him
-I love his honesty

-I love that he has learned to pick up his clothing
-I love his soft hands
-I love that he loves adventure
-I love that he does dishes (no laundry though, darn!)
-I love that he loves me and our family

He isn't perfect. I wouldn't want him to be. But I am glad that he is mine and that we have lots of years of living yet to do, together. Happy Birthday my 'superman'....

DISCLAIMER: For those of you who see me drive around with a superman logo on the back of my vehicle just know that isn't for my Dave. That is in remembrance of another 'superman'. My little nephew who fought a brave battle with Leukemia and taught us lots through the process. Love you forever little Curran!

Eight Already...

Has it really been eight years since my girl was born? Where has the time gone?

 We celebrated Sis's birthday Saturday in true Sis style. She was talked out of a 'spa' party (maybe next year) as I bribed her with a trip to her new favorite place, the American Girl store and Bistro. We took her two close friends, Ali and Cassidy for a girl day. We shopped, had a delicious lunch, and went ice skating at the Galleria. The girls got along fabulously for 6 hours straight and cried when it was time to part. Grandma and Grandpa Crosby joined in the festivities in the evening with presents, cake and ice cream. Sis ended the day quite emotional (once again in true Sis style); her birthday wasn't long enough, how come it was such a short day, I'm not ready to go to bed... you get the idea. 

A true piece of work, our only female offspring. I will whole-heartedly continue to stand behind the truth that she is my most difficult child but also my easiest, isn't that what hormones do? She is a shy, hilarious, creative, emotional, loud, sensitive, loyal, wonderful child of God. We love our precious little (8, really?) girl! 

 

Pookie found something to crawl into...

Good Times during the Holidays

It was hard sending all the little one's back to school yesterday. I missed them all day, but I did get some much needed cleaning taken care of. The kids insisted that this year be a year that we stay home for Christmas and New Years, as last year we were in Idaho and Washington. So they dubbed it the First Christmas in our home. We were blessed with time spent with family, friends, and fun activities. The highlight for our only female offspring: sleeping with her brothers every night (this is prohibited during the school year) and in a different room. They went 9 straight nights, settling their little bodies into various sleeping locations and positions. In front of the fireplace in the living room being chosen as the prime location. Acheiving sleep for three active little friends was quite difficult though and our nights became later and noone stirred in the am until after 9. My kind of life!!! Here is a random sampling of some of our happenings.... I was intent on using the camcorder more this year and so it is a very RANDOM sampling :0. But I was successful with the videos!!!

Christmas Morning

Asher and his sweet bed head!

Macy with her stocking

The boys with their Karate Belt racks from Grandma and Grandpa Houser- they love them!!!

Sleeping in front of the fire

Hanging out with their buddies, the Niccum Boys.

Santa Boys

Macy and her ultra soft 'pillow' bunny