Me and My Sis Decided to Bring Back the Past

My sister Amber and I were texting about how we wished we still blogged. And then she posted 5 posts that night. Because she makes things happen! It's hard to start up again because it feels like I need to make stuff up. But that feels overwhelming and I eat a donut to give me energy. Which doesn't actually work. So, I'll just start with today.

Jake works at Black Box Engineering. He has for almost 3 years. A long 3 years. Lots of trips and late nights and overtime. But he is so good at what he does. Everyone is always amazed at how much he knows. He's got the brain for complicated code, but also a creative side, and also a knack for teaching. I'm really happy for him but we've both decided it's time to have more fun and family time. He's still at Black Box but things have shifted so he's more in control of his own destiny. He finds and carries out his own work. Can hire people to help. He can work 1 week and take of 3 if he feels like it. But he's still finishing all the work from before the aforementioned shift-age so the fun hasn't begun yet. Except we went to dinner and a movie last night and hired a teenager to babysit. Maybe that doesn't sound like much but we haven't done that in a looooooong time.

Abby is just finishing up Kindergarten. She likes it ... k i n d  o f.  She doesn't always listen or focus but she made lots of new friends and likes being silly. She's her own person and I really love and admire her. She's pretty competitive, likes playing video games, is a madwoman on her bike, and is starting to get the hang of reading. So, if Jake doesn't ever get a son, I think he's covered for best buddies. Abby has been in speech the last few months and is working on her L's, R's, a small stutter. She's probably gonna get her tonsils out this summer because they're YUGE!

Here's a video from a game 

At the Color Run

One of Abbys friends. I was spying on them. I week later, I asked abby if she ever played soccer at school.
She said she tries to get her friend to play but he always pretends like the ball is a baby. 

Maya is 3 but she somehow seems a lot older. She still has more than 2 years before she can start school. When she turned 3 she got a lot more opinionated and tells me what's what whenever she gets the chance. She gets herself landed in timeout a lot. But she can be very agreeable and mostly just wants to have fun and eat treats. She loves playing soccer with us, rides her big wheel like a bat out of hell, and is super funny. Both her and Abby love their nighttime books, right now they love "Those Darn Squirrels" and will shout it out in their best old man Fookwire voice randomly.

Trying to stop taking naps. Can't stop, won't stop

Faye is a feisty little cutie cakes. She is so snuggly and sweet but also throws crazy tantrums. She always wants what her sisters have which causes a lot of fights. They all play well in any combo in 2's but once it's all of them there's a lot of sister strife. She sleeps like a champion and when she wakes up either yells Maam! DADA! or Abby! (She can't say maya yet. She can say Bawa which is our nickname for Maya because that's what Abby called her). She also can say doggy, milk, moo, *elephant noise, binky, night night, and love you. She gives big hugs, especially if you try to scare or chase her. She teases her sisters and us a lot and makes everyone laugh. She makes jokes a lot too. If anyone laughs at her she'll keep doing it until the joke wears out. We got our bikes fixed and bought a trailer about a month ago and have been having lots of fun the last month of spring.

Those 3 nuggets. Whenever I'm away for an hour or less, I miss them. But also, sometimes I think I'm gonna lose my freakin mind.

I heard that 3 kids is the toughest and I can say that for me, it's been totally true. 

I gave a talk about a year ago and it was about service. There had been a question bothering me for a little while. I didn't understand the gospel principle that losing yourself in the services of others would help you find yourself. Because the last year and a half, I felt more lost and out-of-sorts about myself and my life than I ever had. I felt like all day was spent serving my kids and family. So, why did I feel like this. Through studying the answer, it was getting down to the wire on Saturday night and I still hadn't really figured it out. I don't remember how it came to my mind but that night I realized I needed to lose myself because Heavenly Father would replace me with someone better. I still feel like a crazy person most of the time. But I do have faith that if I keep trying I'll eventually come around to who Heavenly Father wants me to be. And I think it'll be my kids who will help me get there. 

Anyway, a little random update for all my readers (Amber ;))