Why I love 4 Year- Olds

I LOVE 4 year olds.  They are so spontaneous, fearless, uninhibited and too small to truly understand that the grown-up phrases spilling out of their mouths are hilarious.  They are brutally honest, unassuming and imaginative.  They are just all- around FUN! 

 I have been telling Isaac for the last few weeks, as his 5th birthday is just around the corner, that I absolutely love 4 year olds and I don't want him to have any more birthdays.  Last week he woke up in the middle of the night crying because he didn't want to have a birthday... one, because I said I like 4 year olds the best, and two, because then he will be closer to dying.   What?  Dying?  I felt so bad that my little guy was thinking these things because of some comment I had made.  

I assured him that I absolutely love 5 year olds too and that 5 year olds still have a lot of life ahead of them. ;-)  Thankfully, he has changed his mind and does want to have a birthday after all.  If only to get presents.

The following clip demonstrates why I love 4 year olds so much.  This is from Isaac's preschool program last year.  Isaac is on the far right bottom row (just in case you cant tell) but check out the boys on the back row too... Hilarious.    You have to watch until the end to get the full laugh value. (P.S.  The loud monotone singer---Isaac.)

Someday is Now

I wrote this little poem for my Young Women's class after I couldn't find the one that I was looking for. Our lesson was about finding joy in our lives now. I was inspired by President Monson's talk in General Confrence about finding joy in the journey, and am thankful I have come to the following realization.

NOW

Back then, I was studying hard in high school
Making friends and desperate to be cool

“Someday I’ll be happy” said my youthful heart
When I’ll make my own choices,
When I make my own start.
When I won’t have to fight against all these temptations
and have to live up to such high expectations.

Then the day came- I walked out the front door.
In a lonely college dorm room I longed for more.

“Someday I’ll be happy” my mind spoke me.
When I’ll get a good job and can buy a T.V.
When ramen noodles are a thing of the past.
When my prince charming will sweep me up fast.

Well, prince charming came, so did the degree.
But working 8 to 5 seemed boring to me.

“Someday I’ll be happy” the logic seemed clear
When I can have babies and hold them near
When I don’t have to work to put food on the table
When my husband’s job is a little more stable.

Well, the babies came, and came some more.
And I ran around looking after every little chore.

“Someday I’ll be happy, how familiar this sounds”
When I can go to the gym and lose a few pounds
When I’ll have less laundry and far fewer dishes
When my kids will be older and obey my wishes

As the kids got older and moved away
I felt their loss every day

“One day I was happy” I reminisced
When the house was so noisy,many little ones to kiss.
When I had diapers to change and challenges to meet
When I heard the patter of little feet

“Oh I wish I could have a little more time”
To tuck them in bed, and read nursery rhymes
To push them on swings
And cheer on their teams
To hear their giggles, squeals and screams.


Those days passed unnoticed,
I’m not sure how.
I wish I had known

That someday is NOW!

Happy 60th Birthday Dad!

This is just a little tribute to my wonderful Dad who is turning 60 today.

You are the best. I feel so blessed to have had the greatest dad. Thank you for your love and awesome example to me all these years...

Love you Dad!

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