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My Ella, is 9. It’s quite unbelievable actually. She has never been a challenging girl to raise. She has been able to listen to reason, since she could talk. She has never screamed at me, and if she talks back in a whine (which she is finally trying on for size the past year or so) it’s barely audible. She is full of snuggles, and love. Combine that with a deep need to win, and you have Ella.
I remember once at a football game we went to, she would cheer her little heart out until we scored, “get em! Get em!!” and then she’d turn to me when they were crushed and say, “are they ok, I just feel bad that we tackled them..”
Ella is very strong physically, and tender on the inside. This always makes for funny happenings, like the time she ran to give 80 year old Grandma Ginny, and knocked her over When she was FIVE. Or when she knocked over my 35 year old friend Kent, at the airport on the way to Hawaii.
I love that girl. Happy Birthday, sweet Ella. We celebrated at Lagoon on Saturday, and her cute sisters blew up a ton of balloons, and taped them to her closed door do they would fall in when she woke up… So cute, and fun to see them party with each other without my direction.
One of my very favorite things about being a mother, is reading my kids journal. I know, I know… That may be considered snooping in some parents book, but in my house it’s expected – so does that count?
I found this entry yesterday, while cleaning backpacks left hanging in the garage, from when school got out. I thought I had purged all of them, obviously, I hadn’t.
I found a month and a half old sandwich in one of Brighton’s secret pockets – with a big ear wig hangin’ 10 that fell on my chest.
At least this journal entry made up for it.
Oh I almost forgot to post an example of how my kids act at important events….like the wedding reception that night. We strive to teach our kids manners and luckily my friend Gage caught it on tape so it can be passed down through our family history.
I get so frustrated sometimes when I want to hold onto memories
but they fade so quickly.
Bella was singing louder than the whole congregation combined!
Her passion was unbridled as she boomed her testimony for all to hear.
I was so impressed and felt the power of such a strong little girl.
I don’t know about you, but being a Mother of boys is weird. Their whole life, they wear simple shirts, basic pants or shorts, and pretty average shoes. There aren’t that many options for haircuts for them, (unless you’re like me and shave MOM into the back of their head) and their socks are basically black or white. Their ties are probably the most exciting thing they wear to show their individuality and even that is pretty boring.
What in the world are these people thinking? Today was the first day I had to get Jordan’s patches sewn on his shirt and I nearly had a breakdown. I asked Jordan where I was supposed to attach all of those things and he told me the arm, so I started sewing it on the arm. Then I decided that I’d better first check online…
Needless to say, I got out the blue thread and started sewing. I couldn’t figure out why it was so hard to sew on the patch until Ella walked out and started laughing. She told me it was iron on but it was too late. I was confused because it said it was a temporary patch that was changed out each year. I couldn’t figure out why I’d glue something on each year and then have to rip it off. Anyway, here is the video. It’s a lot easier to watch than to explain myself.
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