Hurst Family News

Tonight was the annual Fathers and Sons outing for our new ward.  So excited. Ian has been talking about it ALL DAY. "When is Daddy going to get home?" "I want to go camping RIGHT NOW." "Today we are going camping with Daddy and Lando and Drampuh and Uncle Tyloor." And so on and so forth.  All Day. But there wasn't dinner provided for them up there so we did our own BBQ with Dutch Oven Yummy Potatoes.  It was delish. There were some projects around the house that needed to get done (aren't there always? My room is my own current project- and then maybe a blanket for this kiddo). So the boys, armed with power tools and sledge hammers, earned their keep.  Then decided to just camp in the back yard.  Win-Win really. Hard manual labor that I don't want to do (and get to opt out of anyway) gets done (or started at least) and campfire and ice-cream from the local burger joint across the street are throughly enjoyed.  The boys get a night with...

I'm baaaack! Well sort of.  I still need to be quick about posting but I need to update you on our lives. We moved. We made it safe and sound.  No incident or even funny stories to report from that.  Sorry. We're mostly unpacked at this point.  Except for a few boxes in our room: namely my "Sewing essentials" box---not sure where to put it or if I should in fact unpack it at all.  The weather has been crazy- but I'm loving the wide open spaces here.  We even hiked Posey's Trail the other day.  It was loverly. Today is Lando's Birthday! YAY! He's two now- but really I've been saying he and his brother and 2 and 4 respectively for a little while now.  Two years ago I was in Blanding on vacation and went into early labor.  I thought they'd send me home.  Turned out we spent 4 days in Grand Junction Colorado (after giving birth) where Lando was in the NICU.  LONGEST 4 DAYS OF MY LIFE.  Those Moms and grandmas and other lov...

Oh My Dear Blogosphere readers (I know at least my mom and little sister read this- hence the plural) Sorry for neglecting you. As it happens- life happens.  And around these here parts it means packing and graduating and cleaning (less of that though- mostly just packing).  We're in the home stretch. Moving on Saturday.  Crossing fingers and toes and eyes that all goes well.  I will do a Mother's Day part 2 post at a later date.  My dear sweet mama deserves a post of her own and I cannot do it justice with the limited brain power on which I am currently trying to function.  Breakdowns are a daily occurrence.  Despite getting rid of SO MUCH STUFF- we still have FAR too much.  But I'm at the "I-don't-care-throw-it-in-a-box" stage and Sean has been so good to keep us a bit more organized than that. Today I had a fun test- the glucose test.  Drink a nasty  lovely orange drink and draw blood in exactly an hour.  Silly vampires...

Mothers. Everyone has one. Not everyone knows theirs. But everyone knows one. I've been thinking about mothers a lot as we near the day we celebrate mothers and motherhood.  I've also been thinking of dear friends who have lost a child or have tried to have children and are trying so hard to find a way to bring children into their home. My heart aches for them.  I wonder how they manage to get out of bed on days like Mother's Day.  I would certainly struggle with the yearning and the loss.  I love them dearly.  I think of them often but don't mention it because I don't really know how to. In Primary on Sunday we were practicing a song for Mother's Day.  Pretty typical really.  But it got to me.  I had a hard time keeping my emotions in check with the older kids.  Why? It wasn't because of their enthusiasm.  (They think I torture them sometimes by making them learn something new.)  No.  It was one boy.  He was sittin...

SO TODAY IN ARCHERY..... (That's a little throwback to my RBC friends) Today: Sean finished all the work for his Master's Degree.  We'll find out the grade soon- likely a sturdy B.  In his other class he got an A.  Graduation is on Friday- HOORAY!  I did a buncha laundry along with the entire population of Logan it seems. At least the clothes are clean now and I got some quality time in with my book.  The Landlord's son come by and tell us somebody wants to look at the place- when would be a good time. Uh May 15th? I did actually say that and I wasn't really kidding but he was talking to Sean so tomorrow it is.  Ye Haw. Someday I will have my own house with my own roof and my own yard.  Someday. Someday. Someday.  I am a little looking forward to Sean being able to point out the unique personality of the place (leaky toilet- back yard in name only-expensive utilities....) What really gets my goat is that the landlord plans on renting it R...

So much of the weight that has been on me in recent months has lifted.  Piece by piece it was taken away by strangers and friends who came to our yard sale.  As far as furniture goes we only have our bed, the boys' beds, the kitchen table and my grandma's coffee table (and two folding tables but they hardly count because they fold up).  There is still a lot of stuff- bikes and luggage and camping gear and toys and whatnot- but I am amazed at how simplifying just the amount of furniture clutter clears the other clutter in my mind.  Thus far I like this simpler way of life.  Hope I can keep it in perspective for a while. A yard sale is one quick way to find all the crazies that live near you.  (Disclaimer: I did NOT put "no early birds" in my ad---but given the dismal turn out for our last yard sale I thought it superfluous. I have learned my lesson folks.) On Thursday the weather was nice enough that the boys and I decided it was high time N...