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More kids!?

Dont worry, it’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not pregnant, again, and I’m not fostering or adopting anyone. But Jordan and Halle DID choose a “brother and sister” last night.

We were minding our own business during the Toby Mac concert by eating (lots of food in our Jazz suite), dancing and laughing. There were several opening acts before Toby came out, and they were all good. One of the people started talking about how if there were 100 people in the world, everyone there in the Vivint arena would represent the first person standing in the line — as far as physical blessings were concerned. I totally agreed with his logic, and that because of this, we all have a responsibility to do what we can to help out the people “in the back of the line”.

He talked about a program where you can sponsor a child in another part of the world, and he showed pictures with his own sponsored “son”. Then he offered to the crowd of thousands of people to pick their own child to sponsor and asked who was interested. Scattered through the area were people raising their hands and volunteers were bringing them profiles of children to look at.

I started raising my hand, and then jumping up and down, because people don’t pay attention to the weirdos in the box, or maybe they can’t see us, I don’t know. Either way, nobody was listening to me. I turned back to look at Jon and he smiled because he knew I was on a mission! He gave me some cash because I didn’t have any, and I grabbed Jordan and Halle’s hand and left the suite to find a child to sponsor.

“Mom, I can’t wait to pick out a little sister! Mom, can I sponsor a little sister?” Halle asked me as we made our way down do the main floor. “A SISTER!?” Jordan yelled! “I already have enough sisters! Six is enough!”

So I did what any (in)sane person would do; I let them each sponsor a child! It was really cool because as we were picking who we’d slonsor, the artist/speaker (I don’t know his name) came out and took a picture with us!

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Halle found Merlyn first and she was sure about her choice. She wanted a younger sister that “loved to draw”. There were several of those, but she connected with her. She’s from Guatemala and has such a sweet look about her. Halle is excited to be her pen pal and send her clothes. She said, “I just had a feeling about her that she was right.” She’s upstairs right now packing up her build-a-bear to ship overseas! I don’t think Merlyn as any idea what’s about to hit her!

Jordan, on the other hand, was a lot more particular. He made us visit four different tables with many options on each one, until he found Waner. He also wanted a little brother who liked to draw and one he could possibly meet someday. Waner lives in the Dominican Republic and we have friends that live there, so we thought maybe it would be an option. He also wanted him to be younger that him, and he recently turned 5 on January 31st. Jordan said “He looks like a good younger brother and he likes drawing so we can send each other pictures.”

So, true to “Moss style” Jon and I brought 14 kids to the concert and we left with 16! If you want to sponsor a child, too, you can contact this company:

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It is overwhelming to think how many kids need help and that a child starves to death every three seconds, somewhere in the world. But we can each do something. I’ll be paying $38.00 a month, each, to Merlyn and Waner. It will be well worth the experience our family will have of learning from them and sharing our blessings with them.

And so in celebration, we danced the rest of the night away!

 

The Cub Scout

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.

Enter Boyscouts.

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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Today was a Day

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So much happens in my life, so quickly, that I can hardly believe it. This is one reason that I love to blog if I can make myself find the time to fit it in. It is so easy to forget things that happen, and it’s so nice to look back later and re-live experiences.

Today was a big day for me. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. like every other day and woke the kids. I began getting ready as the kids got themselves ready. They are getting better at this as they get older, which is so nice. Pretty soon it was time to get them out the door and Kenzie arrived to drive the Ella, Halle, and Jordan to school. At the same time she leaves, I always drive Brighton high-school. I rushed home quickly and finished getter ready and left to find Dr. Susan Madsen’s house to meet for her women’s leadership project at UVU.

I arrived right at 9:00 and went in to meet with her. As I walked up to her house, I remembered that I had heard her speak at a Help me Grow event many years back and I’d had an impression that she would be part of my future. I didn’t know how or when or what for – but I did feel like we’d work together. And now, here I was, walking up to her house to be mentored by her. Life is crazy like that…

As I sat down, we began to talk about the things I’d learned from the Women’s Leadership Project and how I felt about my progress. I mentioned how I now see myself in a different light after taking the Leadership 360 assessment and that I am tweaking little things I do and say each day because of the education I’d received from her. And then she asked me how I was feeling about returning to school. I told her that I was considering going back to school and studying Business. With a smile on her face she asked me how excited I was to take lots of math classes (knowing that was not the case)… and so I let her know that I was not excited – and in fact I knew that this may be the very thing that made it so I’d struggle to finish.

She then went on to tell me about an integrated studies degree that she thought I’d love. She’d told me a bit about it before and the more I heard about it, the more I’m liking it. She developed a program about leadership that I’d love to take and pair it with psychology or sociology… I’m not sure yet. We finished talking and I left to meet Jon for a meeting with the Honorary kernels association. As I was driving, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was supposed to return to school. I’ve thought about it many times over the years, but this time my heart burned and I teared up. There was no question about it, after twenty years I’m going to start taking classes at UVU again!

Honestly, I’m scared to death and I plan to take it slow at first. But I feel very strongly that it is the right thing for me to do. I really needed a strong answer like this because I have many anxiety about school. I’ve never been a good student and I’ll have to grow in a lot of ways to be able to finish my degree. I’m a totally different person than I was when I tried UVU the first time – and so I pray that this will work in my favor. I know that I have a lot of people around me that will support me. I’m excited to take some classes with Whitney and maybe Kinley, too!

When I arrived at the lunch, I saw Jon and teared up as I shared this experience with him. He hugged me and said he supported me with whatever I felt like I needed to do. He said, “You’ve always wanted this, and you can do it. I support you.” and so we walked hand in hand into the lunch.

When we got inside, I met many amazing people – mostly business men and policeman. I met a really nice man and he looked familiar – so I asked him his name… and it was Sheriff Mike Winder! We both laughed and walked into the meeting. I didn’t have any idea how much this lunch meeting would change me. The sweet girl who was presenting had been attacked and stabbed by an intruder in her house, and I couldn’t even listen to her 911 calls and her description of the experience without crying. It was an AMAZING story and because of it, she started an organization called “Fight like a Girl”, because her sister kept fighting the man who broke in her room. She’s working with Elizabeth Smart and I have some ideas of great people I’ll introduce her to so she can build her group. I talked to her afterward, and I’m excited for the next steps we will take together.

After our lunch, Jon and I drove straight to meet with some business brokers about two different businesses. I always love meeting entrepreneurs and learning about their companies. It was very interesting and we will see what comes out of that.

The past two nights I’ve missed the kickoff event for PAC for Western Region and the kickoff event for Salt Lake City PAC (parent advocacy council). It makes me so sad, but I’ve needed to put other things first, such as Brighton’s soccer banquet on Tuesday and an interview with a new manager and his wife tonight. I have to learn to let go of some things. I know I can’t be everywhere with everyone – it’s not physically possible and my family is the reason I do what I do.

And so, it’s been a long day.. and my eyes are falling shut as I type my last lines. I’m tired, my friends, goodnight.

“Listen Lady, I mean what I said!”

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Sometimes the universe sends angels into our path to gently nudge us in the right direction, and other times the angel placed before us is an outspoken, grey haired, bright blue-eyed grandmother.

I was standing in the check out line at Hobby Lobby to get the last few items on my list for girls camp when the woman behind me spoke up.

“Let me see that feather there, dear…” she said, and Ella showed it to her. As she leaned down to see the sparkled detail on the side, she asked where we had found it. She wanted to claim one for herself, and so we began counting rows and describing where she might trace our steps to find a white feather of her own.

After we got her pointed in the right direction, she mentioned how pretty the feather was again. At that point I couldn’t help but tell her that she was beautiful. And she was. Bright blue eyes, wise wrinkled and tanned skin, and carefully curled ashen locks. I could tell that she had many stories to tell, and so I encouraged our conversation as we stood in line waiting for a price check on the beautiful feather.

“Well…!” She said, surprised at the compliment I’d given her. “I was about to say the same about you and your daughters!” I smiled and laughed, and told her that I had six daughters and that they kept me plenty busy. Her face fell for a moment and she said, “My daughter committed suicide.” I was taken back and our conversation took a turn into the very serious. I told her I was very sorry and that I could somewhat relate, as one of my daughters had struggled with self harm. It was her turn to look shocked, and she looked me square in the eyes and let it all out….

“Follow her! Watch her with everything you have! My daughter would have been fifty-seven if she were still alive, and I wish I would have taken her warning signs more serious than I did.” My heart broke for the elderly woman and I promised to keep an eye on all of my beautiful daughters, as she began again. “You have your hands full with all of them, don’t you?! Girls, don’t you see how that can be Hell for your mother? Be nice to her.”

My girls were giggling a bit because she was funny, but as she walked off to find the treasure she’d come for, she turned around and yelled across the store, “Listen lady! I meant what I said!” And although we found humor in her outspoken, raw comments and her impeccable crazy old lady style, I really did hear her. I saw the pain and anguish in her eyes and I longed to comfort her, to lessen the sorrow I knew she’d been feeling for years. Daughters are a blessing, and they are most definitely not easy to raise. Just when I think I should start writing about how to raise daughters, or at least give some tips – I realize I’ve messed up again and the thing that worked wonderfully yesterday, didn’t work today. So I stop myself from advising, because really, many times it’s just a shot in the dark.

I have learned a lot – and I guess I should share what seems to work most of the time, because that’s all any of us can do, right?

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We just celebrated the 4th of July, 2016!

True to tradition, we spent time at our cabin in Wyoming and filled it with some of our favorite things. Boating, four-wheeling, fireworks, food, and more. I could tell you all about it, but I’ll let some pictures from my iPhone do some of that for me.

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Some of my favorite memories were visiting Yellowstone, taking the ferry across Jenny’s lake and hiking to inspiration point, playing on the razors, taking an early morning hike up Grey’s River road with Tiff, and boating on Palisades Reservoir with my parents. Whitney got up on one water-ski for the first time, and Brighton, and Ella got up on the wake board for the first time.

  Going on trips with all the kids is never relaxing, but always worth the memories. Some other highlights were backing up in my two-week old car, onto a hidden stump, and cracking my new windshield while driving through Yellowstone.

And tonight I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from the week – brought to us by Jordan. We were at Zurchers picking us some things for girls camp when Jordan picked out his treat for being good; a plastic camera that squirts people in the face when they say “CHEESE”. He was overly excited to test out his latest contraption to torture his sister and he continually giggled to himself as we walked around the store. The visual of squirting them in the face was enough to bring pure exhilaration to his face! Finally after I was finished, we walked to the car and began to drive. After a few minutes I head Jordan yell in the back of the car…..

“MOM! I’M SO EXCITED TO SEE THE SISTERS’ ERECTIONS WHEN I SQUIRT THEM IN THE FACE!”

Yes… I about died… and nobody was there to pee their pants with me. What a difference a few letters can make.

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I never planned on humiliating my son.

First, I got a call from our nanny, Kelsey, letting me know that Jordan and Keegan’s little sister, Leelah, had cut each others hair for fun. I was at Brighton’s soccer game with Jon, and I about died. This isn’t the first time we have had hair issues with Jordan.

This first time was CRAZY HAIR DAY! All of his sisters were getting their hair done up for this special day at school, and Jordan complained, “MOM, there is nothing BOYS can do to have crazy hair. It’s so BORING!!! I HATE this!!!”

It only took a minute to remember his life long dream of having “hair like my Grandpa Moss…” (who is bald), so I whipped out those trimmers and went crazy town! Kelsey was standing there laughing, his sisters were laughing, and i have to admit that I was snickering a bit. I thought he would be horrified, but he LOVED it! He thought he was the coolest cat around, and I felt proud of my work.

12238429_10208491314226730_5512891673578229477_oJordan’s hair gradually grew out and it started to look a little less like a seven-year old Grandpa. I actually like him with some hair on his head, but the second Jon had the chance to shave it back off, he did. He likes a buzz on a boy’s head for summer…and even though it was early April, he was ready.

I waited a month again and I had visions of Jordan’s hair being longer on top and shaved on the sides like all the other boys are doing now… and then this happened. Thank goodness Leelah’s long blonde hair wasn’t as horrible as I first imagined.

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May the 4th be with you, Jordo!

Jordan Realizes his mistake VIDEO

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That’s right, he finally realized what he had done. I let him know that he’d have to go to school the next day with his new “do” and I’d shave it off after school. I thought this was the best way to teach him a lesson.

When he returned yesterday afternoon, I was ready to erase his mistake … until I heard that he lied to everyone at school and told them that I messed up when I was cutting his hair, and that’s way it looked so awful. After a bit of discussion about lying, I told him that now he’d have to wait until tomorrow to get it shaved off, and I could finish off his hair cut to my liking, because everyone thought I had done it anyway.

Seeing as this weekend was Mother’s Day, I chose this festive design. He can’t decide if he’s horrified or if it’s kind of funny. Either way, I don’t think he will cut his own hair, or his friends long locks of hair, again.

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I mean, what else was I supposed to do?

Happy Mother’s Day to all my lovely friends!

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And sitting in the midst of all this excitement, is Marley. Steady. Bored. And completely enjoying her life.

Miss Marley Video

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