ColoradoBennett

I'm going to copy Julia and post about a dream I had last night about the family. We were all together staying in a big condo. Everyone got up around 5:30 a.m. to go to breakfast, but some how I missed that memo. I sent Ruby and Tristan with the main group and stayed behind to get Sierra ready for school (no idea why I was making her go to school while the rest of us were on vacation?). I knew we were going to be gone a long time (probably to Disney or something) so I was trying to talk to a group of moms to see if they could pick up Sierra from school and let her hang out with them until I got back. They kept telling me no, and I was really embarrassed that I didn't know any of their names or phone numbers (it hit me yesterday that I don't hang out with anyone who isn't LDS, I need to change that). I got to the breakfast in time to hear Pa say that we were late to catch the train and everyone needed to be on the bus. On the bus I noticed that Ruby and Tristan were still in their jammies. I got the bus driver to pull over so that I could run back to the condo to put on their clothes. I had Tristan over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and he was hitting me on the back because he was so mad about leaving the bus. I was using the other hand to balance Ruby's head 'cause I didn't want it flopping around while I tried to run. I remember feeling like I was about to burst into tears wondering how I was going to dress them, run up hill to the train station and get on the train in time. Oh, and I never did get breakfast AND Adam was there just not helping me 'cause he was talking with Cory the whole time. Then I woke up.

Least you think I'm too pitiful, I'm really hanging in there pretty well in Adam's absence. I have lots and lots of help from family and friends. I've had several miraculous experiences where I felt so terribly overwhelmed, then said a prayer for help and immediately felt a strength beyond my own and a feeling of peace and happiness.

Here is a video I made of our trip to the National Western Stock Show (one of my very favorite family traditions):

Provo

So....



Willmore party of 4!!
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Happy Birthday Lydia!

I hope you have a wonderful birthday! This is my

latest picture of you. I'm so mad I didn't have my

camera with me last night so I could have little

Bella with you in this picture. I have many

memories about you but one that stands out in

my mind is when you came with me and my

girls, about 5 years ago, to St. George. I had

gotten up to go run and when I came back I

noticed the van, I had rented, had a flat! I came

back to the hotel room to tell you guys and

then ran down to change it. You were in the

shower and when you got out you asked

my girls where I was. You couldn't believe

that none of them were down helping me.

You came running out to the parking lot

with wet hair and helped me change

the tire!

That's the Lydia that I love! You are constantly

doing something also. (You would knit at Lindsey's

games in St. George!) Love you Lyd!

Family visit!!

ColoradoBennetts visit D.C. & VA

Adam is trying to go to every baptism of his nieces' and nephews' and this time Ruby and I got to go along (we were free flying companions) to see Cole get baptized. We flew into D.C. on Friday, took the metro and the train to Richmond where Geof. picked us up. We pulled into their driveway at about 10 p.m. (11.5 hours of planes, trains and automobiles). The baptism was wonderful. Le Anne and Darla sang together (are you going to post the video I took, Darla? :)). Then we spent the rest of the time touring around, walking walking walking, eating eating eating, watching Masterpiece Theater, more sights, then before we knew it we had to get on a plane again...boooo. Thanks again VABennetts :) p.s. Darla, can you post more pics so I can steal them?

I'M FINALLY BACK ON THE BLOG!!! YAY!!!

I've been telling everyone forever that I would blog but for some reason I wasn't allowed to post. Well, I finally took the five minutes necessary to figure out why so now I can write. I have had the blog set as my home page for some time now and have loved reading the posts and looking at all the pictures. I love you all and am excited to put in my two cents worth!

Bglife

Wow Satan really has my number. I walk back into the house, after sending the kids out the door to school and Cory to the park for a run, look down at the reflective vest I'm still wearing from an eight mile run I started at five thirty this morning, and think....boy am I a looser. Not just for still having the vest on but also because once again I have yelled at Jackson as he is going out the door to school. True it's because he nailed me, then Harris, then me again in the face with his trumpet case as we are all franticly looking for hazel's boot which is more often than not MIA. Every night I go to bed vowing I will be better and every morning by 8:30 I have already failed. Or at least that is what Satan would have me believe. Forget that I was up three times in the night nursing a sweet baby then up at 5:10 to run. Or that as soon as I walk back in the door I start the batch of bread to get us through the rest of the week. Followed by dishes, waking kids, encouraging a husband in yet another resume and cover letter sent out to a company than will no doubt not even take the time to find out what they are missing by not hiring the most amazing man alive. Then it's off to argue or "discuss" the clothing options for the day with my five year old, cuddle with the baby while helping the other three dress, fix a healthy hot breakfast, make three lunches, sign papers, listen to stories, clean up spilled milk, finish baking bread, find shoes and coats (again "discussing" with my five year old her options),say prayers and get everyone out the door. Now I walk back into my house look at my messy kitchen, hear my sweet baby hanging off my hip just wanting to be nursed, see my reflective vest and think "what a looser".
I sit down to nurse Harris and start to think... I have to stay positive. It's the only thing keeping us afloat right now. Satan YOU ARE WRONG! I'm not a looser. I'm not perfect. I make LOTS of mistakes but the good out weighs the bad if I will slow down and really look at what I have done. We don't know what God has planned for us right now. Cory is looking for jobs everywhere so who knows where we will be. But I do know WHAT we will be and that is a family and a happy family at that! We are so blessed. As the time grows longer without a steady job I wait for the panic to accompany the unknown, but it hasn't come. Because there are things I do know and those are the things that keep me going. Those are the things that matter; I have a Heavenly Father who loves and knows me, I have a hard working loving husband who is endlessly patient with me, I have the five most amazing, beautiful kind children, and a family that is ALWAYS there for me. What more could I ask for? A job? The ability to stop yelling and loosing my temper? A clean house? Now that would just be greedy. Instead I will be grateful for what I do have and the knowledge that I am not a looser just a work in progress.


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I joined the club!!

Hello everyone!! I thought I'd create a blog since I moved away for a little bit. It will also keep my mother sane without me! It's http://www.lindseyarlene.blogspot.com/
Enjoy!! Love you all!!
ps. if some of my writing doesn't make sense to you, it's just the way I talk, you'll get use to it soon enough!!

Christmas and the rest of the week

Christmas morning- low light and blurry pics from my i-phone

The Allen children joined us in our tradition of torturing children with a full cup of eggnog and a piece of toast before going to see what Santa brought. We all lined up, youngest to oldest. Santa had such a good time bringing boy toys to our house.