Today we had a princess in REAL distress! But before the distress, let me tell about the magic prior and after it. The princess practiced her twirls and ballroom steps to a gently hummed Cinderella melody. She prepared the dress she would wear and even signatured her crown with a remarkably neat, pink colored heart. Once dressed in her royal attire, the princess beamed in front of the mirror. Immediately, her posture was more royal and her eyes danced with excitement. "Quick, lets take a picture!" So the princess and her royal and fairy tale friends follow. Princess tries to climb into her castle through the side window instead of carefully opening the front door. Off comes the crown. Tears stream down her face. "Pero todavia soy una princesa, todavia tengo el vestido" (But I still am a princess, I still have the dress). Why does it take a pretty dress and a princess crown to make us feel like we might truly be princesses? It is indescribable to reflect on tender moments such as holding my newborns for the first time and to finally accept that I absolutely have divinity in me. I take some of God's divinity unto myself as I use His power to create and then nurture new life. A human being so unique as to never again be duplicated in all eternity! These are moments when communion through the veil are most real for me.

P.S. Hyrum finally enjoyed the costume when he discovered he could make the princess shriek and run. Enoch is the handsomest knight who says he will slay the dragon to rescue his princess. Enoch says little Red is his Squire to help him sleigh the dragon.

Everyone needs a little "Red."
He is all big, open wide, smiles! He loves his siblings and is my warm sunshine regardless of any stormy or gloomy mood I might catch myself in. And, he already talks! His most clear vocalization is an absolutely clear (for any doubters) "Hi." It sounds more like "I."

Lately, all I can say is..... HYRUM!!!!

Saturday is a Special Day...

Good thing I can trick these tiny helpers into thinking any day of the week is Saturday!

Sisters in Stitches

Rojo was blessed some time before this picture (2 months in picture), but I have very happy feelings about his outfit. First, it is patterned after the original 32 year old suit his Papi once wore. Second, it is made by my imperfect but DETERMINED hands. Lastly, I giggle when I think about the process it entailed... spending LOTS of quality time with a great coach, friend, and cheerleader (Elisabeth).

The Spirit of Rick's

So, who's the big sister and who is the little one? Which is the one starting the new adventure? The truth is we both are learning from each other and both are face exciting times. I don't know if it was something in the air, but my heart smiled and thumped a little louder as we approached the wonderful Rexburg exit. I think it is the warm memories from the best time of my life still floating around greeting me and reminding me of what a special place BYU-I still is! I actually felt like my MOTHER as I didn't really want to say good bye to such an amazing friend. Well, so we both are students at the same university. I started years before her, and I bet she will still probably finish first! Happy moments, these are in life.

Fashion Show

"Cheese, Hyrum!" Why can't boys wear pink polka-dots? This one sure likes them.

Tres Caballeros + One

"Somos tres caballeros!" Amaya would sing as she squished her brothers necks under her arms. Now I guess they are tres caballeros + one. (Yes, Amaya thinks she is one of the boys...yet she is still very motherly)

All About Baby

It's funny that number 4 at the beginning feels like number one. I bring him home and I am convinced that I did something wrong...he seems uncomfortable, wanting something, maybe doesn't like his new place, a colicky baby, I don't know! His tiny peeps did not last more than a night, and obviously I have no idea what true colic is! Like Enoch, I can not get him to stay awake long enough to even finish nursing.
New born life for me is a vacation to heavenly peace amidst the business of every day life around me. There is really no concept of time where I am, and every glimpse of our little treasure brings Heaven's love into my heart. Of course I will eventually snap out of it, but for now I am enjoying every minute.

Hyrum's "Nip, Nip"

"Hyrum, quieres que Mami corte tus fuzzies?" So, Hyrum pauses sniffing his woof to contemplate my question. He then pulls on a long golden fuzzy and says.."nip, nip" (his version of snip, snip).
So, in a moment of spontaneity and randomness, I decided to play hair stylist/barber. I one- inched the front until I hesitated when the clippers reached his golden curls. Ahh, what was I thinking! I can't bring my hand to those precious curls. Consequently, he remains with a mullet for a day or two, until I can cope with the idea that he no longer is the fuzziest baby. Now he is manlier and cuter than ever!

Redik Abram

Camel poop and treats from the Orient!

We Three Kings of Orient come... to Selma, Ca!
My favorite memory after Christmas was the morning that the wise men
made a pit stop at our house to deliver unexpected treasures.
So this year our family made every effort to lure
the king's camel our way with freshly picked grass,
not too moldy hay, and lots of fresh water!!
I think the camels left happy.