The other day, Peyton fell and bonked the his lip and it started to bleed. It hurt, so of course the only thing that would fix it was- no, not a kiss from Mom - a band aid. I tried to soothe, him and explain to him all the reasons why a band aid just doesn't stick that well on lips. But, finally gave up trying to explain. So we went and got a band aid, applied it ever so carefully, and he was off running and laughing in a matter of minutes. I thought about how great it is that at the age of two, a band aid can fix absolutely everything!
I decided that we all need band aids in our own lives, and began to wonder what my band aid was at the age of 32? It was hard to narrow it down to one item. I mean, I love chocolate, I think that Magic Erasers are absolutely amazing and help me be a calmer mother, but I think I concluded that my personal band aid is when I see my children treat each other with compassion or treat those around them kindly; when I hear stories of people sacrificing for and helping others. Somehow this reminds me of all the good in the world, and it helps me to step back and remember that we are all Heavenly Father's children, and everything really will be ok. So, what's you're band aid?

A Whole Lot O' Hair

One morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for the day and Peyton brought me a hairband and asked me to put it in his hair. Thinking that was cute, I gave him a little pig tail on the top of his head. He thought it was great fun and brought me another hair band and another and another until we ran out of hair that was long enough - it was pretty cute.

Kennedi still doesn't have much hair, but it's always up in pig tails. She is a great sport and never fusses when I put it up.

Talie has gorgeous natural curly hair, but she straightens it every day. I had always had thick, curly hair, but never knew what to do with it, so I was the biggest nerd until about my junior year in high school - and I vowed that when I had a daughter with curly hair, I would help her make it look so cute. Oh, well.

And then there's Dallin, who I just can't get him to do his hair no matter what =).

The Compassionate side of Dallin?

Today Talie was sick and laying on the couch asking for hot chocolate, and all of a sudden, Dallin jumps up and says, "I'll make it for her, Mom." So he runs and makes her chocolate milk - even warms it up for her, brings her a pillow and makes sure she's all comfy. (Hmm, is Dallin feeling well?) I have to say, I was pretty impressed. Talie and Ashy are always the ones that put a blanket on someone who falls asleep on the couch, or soothes someone who is crying. While Dallin is, well, usually the one making the person cry =).


I know that we like to give Dallin a hard time, but we really do love him! He just achieved his Wolf in scouting and worked really hard with his dad to receive 5 extra arrow points. Good work Dallin!