The Last Month and a Half

First off we got to celebrate Miss Kaitlyn's 3rd birthday on the 18th of September. I hope you liked the mog pog of pictures. Happy Birthday to our little 3 year old monkey! My mom came just for the special occasion which totally made both of the girls weekend. And mine. And Cameron's ;) We got to play around in Vegas after we picked her up, go to the lake, and play and play and play. My mom has all the pictures and who knows when, if at all, we'll see those. Thank you, Mom for coming! Thanks for putting up with your nomad children.

We've started to homeschool. Yep, I said it. We're homeschooling. I know I posted about Breanne's first day of kindergarten and how much she likes school but it has nothing to do with the school or her education. It just seemed the best fit for our family for right now. It's actually going pretty well. The girls and I are having fun together. We're still figuring things out which has made this month really hectic but I think it's going to be good. I feel like it's giving the girls and I a better relationship because we're productive together instead of just trying to fill our days and not be bored. I feel like Breanne and I are learning to be more patient with one another and know eachother's strengths and weaknesses (yes, even I have weaknesses). It's been a really great decision for us. So that's why I haven't posted  in awhile because I'm still trying to figure out this homeschool schedule and still fit in my cleaning and grocery shopping, etc. That's probably the most difficult of it all!

The job front is also looking up right now. I'm not going to give details until we know for sure but a move could be in our future, within the next month I mean. A move seems to ALWAYS be in our future. If it really happens it will be a really good move. More on that in the next couple of weeks. Hopefully by the 4th of Oct? Oh the suspense!

First Day of Kindeegarten

Yes, I ment to spell it that way.
Oh man. After months of waiting it finally came and I can't really believe it. I have a kindergartener. SERIOUSLY?! She was so excited. She's been asking for WEEKS when school starts. I told her last week that after "church day" (sunday) she would go to school. She woke up Sunday morning and said, "Mom! Today is church day. That means there's no more days until I go to school!" Yup, babe, that's what it means. I took a few pictures but I always remembered my mom taking pictures of me at my desk. I didn't get one of those because we met her class out in front of her room and they went straight to the cafeteria. That's another thing. This school serves the kids breakfast in the morning at no cost. Kinda weird and cool at the same time. I'm still going to feed her breakfast before she goes. So they go to breakfast at 7:55 and start class at 8:10. Anyway, here are the pictures. Cameron said I should take the camera again tomorrow and get there a little earlier so I can get one in her desk. When I realized that I wouldn't get one today that's what almost put me over the edge. But I controlled myself and made back to the car with no tears (I didn't put on mascara just in case though).



This one makes her teacher look really scary. She's not, I promise. Bad timing is all.




Bye Bye, love.



Going Home

The title of this post has a dual meaning. Last week was crazy. We received some news from Cameron's family (I hope she doesn't mind me sharing) that his sister, who was due around the 9th of this month had been having some complications and in the end had lost the baby. How sad, how very very sad it was to hear this. I can only image the preparations that had been made seeing that she was due in just a week or two. So, with that news we started looking at ways to make it home and luckily Cameron's employer was very flexible and accomidating. So much so that he let us take one of their planes so that we could fly ourselves up to Washington. Driving would have taken an eternity and plane tickets were pricey, plus we wanted Cameron's other sister who lives in Rexburg to be able to come with us as well. This was the best plan. We had planned on leaving Saturday morning.
2AM Saturday Morning: Kaity comes running in our room saying, "Sissy throwing up!" Oh geeze...Sure enough she's throwing up. All of a sudden I get the urge to do the same and there stands poor Cameron with two sickies on his hands. This ritual continues far into the day so that cancelled all travel plans. By later that night Breanne and I start feeling better but then Cameron starts to feel icky. It seems like this will never end. Cameron makes it through the night without visiting the bathroom or the need of one of our trusty bowls, lucky devil. Sunday morning rolls around. The girls and I are chipper and feeling almost 100% better and Cameron seems to be fairing well. We decide to make the trip after all.
Around 11 AM we take off for Rexburg to pick up his sister. The flight was bumpy. Breanne and I were still recovering a bit so we weren't feeling real great and had our eyes closed for most of the trip. Our first stop to get fuel couldn't come soon enough. Filmore, UT never looked so good! After eating a bit of something we got back in the plane and made the rest of the way to ID. We were almost there, we had made it more then 5 hours in that small plane, 20 mins until landing and all of a sudden Bre yells, "I'm gonna throw up!" And she did. In the only empty plastic bag I could find and it had atleast 2 holes in it. Needless to say it was a mess, but mostly on Bre so we just had a quick wardrobe change in flight and that took care of most of it. We finally landed on solid ground.
The next morning we left bright and early and had terrific weather. Not a single bump. Okay, right before we landed in WA we had a few little "roller coasters", that's the only way I can describe the feeling. After a couple of those Kaity says, "More fun, Daddy! More fun!" We're all thinking, "No more fun, please!" That pretty much sums up how Kaity did the flight there. Nothing phased that kid and when we had all that turbulence the first day she kept asking for crackers and cookies while Bre and I just held our sensitive stomachs.
Okay, the whole reason we came. We got to Cam's parents on Monday. Tuesday they had planned a small funeral with just family. Cameron's dad prepared a talk about the special spirit that had come it to the world, ever so briefly and the blessings that the Lord has promised to us if we stand faithful. That Mike and Larissa would get to raise this child, not in this world, but in a more perfect place. That the blessings of the temple bring us the knowledge that we are forever families. That this little child will watch over them and their children and comfort and uplift. His talk was awesome. Not without tears but so powerful. Doug amazes me. He's a quite type of guy, but when it comes to matters of faith he just blows me away.
This isn't my trial but by watching them go through this and put their little Celeste Hope to rest I was in awe of their strength. It's moments like these, the ones where we don't have any answers of why, that make me so profoundly grateful for this Gospel. For a Father in Heaven that gives us these trials, these road blocks in life, that try us, that try our faith, but that teach us so much. And allows us to feel the love that he has for us. Because that's the only way to get through things like this. The events in life that can so easily break us. To know that Heavenly Father has a plan and we need to put our trust in Him and let Him lead us. Larissa stood as an example to me. I know her days couldn't have been easy, I know they weren't, but she continues on. I know she probably prays daily for strength to get through, but she's received it. We ended the funeral by letting some white balloons go with messages written on them. It was a beautiful sight to see all these messages floating "up to Heaven" as Larissa's little boy Austin put it.
So, the title of the post. Going home. Yes, we did but so did Celeste. She was named such to remind us that she's in the Celestial Kingdom with our Father. I'm glad that we were able to come and support them and to spend the little time we had there.
I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.