Happy Birthday Joseph

Adam has, again, proven himself in the birthday cake arena. He came up with the idea, cut it out, iced it and decorated it with lots of "help" from the kids. Our big two year old boy loves all the normal boy stuff: cars, trucks, balls, "goss" bugs, animals and trains. He also like his sisters' stuff: lip gloss, lotion, dress-up shoes, baby dolls and strollers.
The family got together at Grandma and Grandpa's house on Sunday to celebrate. The weather was so beautiful we did cake and presents in the back yard.
Ella and Grace approved.
Joseph was in heaven. Shirtless and shoeless, outside, on a bike and with a belly full of cake and ice cream. We hadn't even opened presents yet!
Joseph loves his new toys.
Joseph Adam loves his daddy and Adam adores his little man. Our family just couldn't be complete without Joseph's fun personality. Joe is a blast to have around the house, plays well with both girls and is just happy to be here. We are so thankful Heavenly Father sent him to our family. We love you, Joseph!

Two Already?

Joseph turned two last week. How is it that its been two whole years since our baby boy was born? Joseph has been loved and loved from the beginning. He is a happy boy that enjoys the simple pleasures in life. Trucks (currently "sucks" to Joe) and balls!

It was not uncommon to find Joseph "accessorized" by his sisters.
The girls loved on him from day one. Thankfully, I never had to worry about them hurting him. Just stickering him to death.
Joe went through a very MESSY eating phase. Chocolate cake (of course) was on the menu and therefore, all over Joe. He really liked to eat at this stage. His belly would get HUGE when he ate.
As Joseph got older and more independent, his interests ventured outside of trucks and balls to include dirt, bugs and sticks.

Joseph has turned into such a little imitator. He'll repeat anything you say in his super low little voice. I love to hear him talk. It cracks me up. Joe is a great sharer, an awesome snuggle bunny, a good listener and a great giver of hugs, kisses, fives and rocks.

I am thankful to have Joseph Adam's happy spirit and personality in our home and that he was a calm and happy baby. That allowed me to keep my sanity. I am excited to see the little boy he will be but for now I'm savoring the last little bits of baby left in him.

I love you so my Joe boy!

My Shining Grace

If you know Grace very well, you know that she is one hilarious little chic. Grace went with me to the Relief Society broadcast on Saturday. While sitting in the chapel waiting for the broadcast to begin she was pointing out all the "burned" lights (one was burnt out, the rest just weren't on). Grace looks at me and says, "Mom, when I grow up I want to be a light bulb. When they work really hard they get hot."

I just smiled and said, "Yes, they do get hot when they are working."

The future for a girl as special and wonderful as Grace is sure to be full of exciting opportunites and limitless fun. I wonder what else she will decided to be when she grows up?

A Little Young

Tonight was the Relief Society broadcast that happens only once a year. Nearly without fail this ends up being my most rotten and yucky feeling day of the whole year. I am perfectly aware of why this is so I make a special effort to go. I may have lost some battles today but I won the war.

Adam picked up an extra shift tonight but thankfully a couple of girls in the ward were watching kids at a friend's house. Ella and Joseph were fine but Grace was curled up in a ball crying huge crocodile tears before I even started goodbyes. New place, several older-ish kids and sitters she'd never met were too much for Grace. So after explaining that mama's meeting was like Sacrament meeting, only longer, she still wanted to go with me.

We rode in Grandma's van to the church (always a treat), shared each others soup at dinner, got a piece of cake with a purple flower on it, a piece of pink gum and got to snuggle with mom as much as she wanted during the broadcast while not having to share the "sacrament meeting" toys with anyone. I just described Grace nirvana. I think she felt very special to get to do this big girl thing with me (and Grandma and Angie).

So the broadcast was wonderful. Elder Uchtdorf's english is getting very good and he's pretty funny. My favorite part, however, was the intermediate hymn. The chapel was packed with sisters all sitting next to each other like we were all best friends. We stood to sing and the sound that came from that group of women was so beautiful. Then off over my right shoulder I hear an older sister singing her heart out in her older sister kind of off key voice. I was instantly transported in my mind to sacrament meetings 20 years ago when my mammaw (Christine) would sing the hymns she loved to much in her off key older sister voice. I instantly missed her and was so thankful for her I cried. I am so thankful for the Gospel that binds us all together in a wonderfully giant family knot. Though I love and appreciate my sweet mom and sis-in-law I was missing my own mom and sister so much I ached. I knew they would be sitting in the stake center at home at that exact moment seeing exactly what I was seeing and missing me too. I am so thankful for the incredible women I have in my life. I have wonderful examples to pattern my life after and to help me on my way. I can only think that the Lord knew I would need help.

Thank you wonderful women in my life, here and gone. I love you all!

Autumn Heaven

We got together today with ALL the cousins, yes, all four of them. We've been wanting to take the kids to Gardner Village to see all the fun witches and autumn decorations. It is such a feastive and fun place where I could spend a zillion dollars (if I'd lost my mind).

It took LOTS of trys to get all seven looking, smiling and not picking their noses or chewing their fingers. Except Olivia, we think her finger chewing is cute. Slobbery but cute!
Only some of the kids (and adults) would dare sit next to her. Adam won't do it.
Stephanie was one of the brave ones.
The Village has a huge number of BIG witches dressed and staged all over the grounds. This one riding her bike over the water is my favorite. Ella liked the hula hooping witch the best. Joe liked the two playing baseball and Grace liked the one out in the boat fishing with dynamite. They are all so stinkin' cute.
I was talking to someone when I hear Ella say, "Mom, take a pictures of me." I turned and find my gorgeous six year old posing. Where did she learn this? I haven't a clue.

We had a fantastic morning with grandma, the aunts (Angie, Emily and Steph) and all the cousins. Adam was even sweet enough to come with us on his vacation day. Thank you my sweet.

Audra, This One's for You

When waiting to be sown up last week I was flipping through a Runners' World magazine and found this. I thought of my sister. She is this ad. Enjoy!

IF YOU RAN WITHOUT SACRIFICE, CONGRATULATIONS. YOU JUST JOGGED.
Running hurts. It always has. Woolly mammoths didn't just roll over onto a plate and serve themselves up to prehistoric man with fries and a shake. They had to be caught - and running down woolly mammoths was a bitch. Guess what? Running is still a bitch. But one with a purpose. It teaches us that good things do not come easy. It teaches us that we are capable of more than we think. It teaches us that hard work will be rewarded and laziness will be punished. Don't expect to learn those life lessions from running's shiftless stepchild; jogging. Next time you suffer on the roads or trails, suffer proudly. It means you run like an animal.

http://www.wearenotjoggers.com/

Audra runs like an animal and I think that's awesome. I love you Audra and admire the woman, wife, mother, sister and friend you are.

Happy Birthday, Uncle Sam

Okay, it was yesterday. I'm a slacker!

Sam is the baby of our family. Does he look like a baby? No? I could have swore he was eight years old, like yesterday.

We all, here at the Hutchinson house, love Uncle Sam. He is a excellent brother and a very cool uncle.

I've seen Sam wet with sweat while helping us move when I couldn't help because I was too pregnant.

When Sam was in school at BYUI he would drive down and spend conference weekend with us. Sam ALWAYS bought groceries, shampoo and laundry detergent while he was there. I appreciated his way of saying thank you (he would also actually say thank you).

On Joseph's first birthday he made a royal mess of himself with the chocolate cake. Once the mess was made I didn't have a chance to clean Joe up, Sam had it taken care of. He had Joe in the sink and squeaky clean in no time. I so appreciated that. Icing is really hard to get out of a kid's hair.

And just a few weeks ago when we were in Memphis. I won't hear the kids for a while so I'd head upstair hoping not to find a disaster. I'd find them in the playroom with Sam playing Lincoln Logs, Barbies, Legos or cars. They love Uncle Sam.

Thank you for all your help with my kids and for your patience when we invade Memphis. Thank you for long talks on the phone and for introducing me to new kinds of movies that I end up loving.

I love you Sam. I hope only the best for you and can't wait to see the great things you will do.