Dear Blog,

I have so many things to say to you, but no time to write. If I could locate a little extra time, I would tell you about little Greta and how finally at thirteen months she has cut her first tooth and how she loves to eat so much that whenever someone is in the kitchen she asks for food in her own little way and how she is actually showing a little interest in standing and walking occasionally. I would also tell you a few of the adventures with Tessa. . . how one day unbeknownst to me she escaped out of the back yard and was delivered by a {thankfully} friendly neighbor who lives 8 houses away, or how at a BYU volleyball game she started from the top of the bleachers and worked her way to the bottom wiggling in between unsuspecting college girls introducing herself with her full name then carrying on a conversation about these girls' hair, shoes or jewelry. Or I could tell you that right now at the top her want list is "pink high heel bunny slippers". But there just isn't time to go into all of that. I could also tell you about the boys. . . how Chandler is hilarious and can crack jokes that even his teenage brothers laugh out loud at and how he can tell you about the jerseys of almost any professional or college team out there. And if there were time, I would tell you how Caleb worked and saved and then researched bikes until he was knowledgeable about bike brands and parts and types then bought himself a really impressive bike for a reasonable price off of KSL classifieds. And I would tell you about how Cache did well at the BYU Chemistry Olympiad or how when asked to put snacks in the girls' diaper bag for church he did, but when we got there we found hidden under the crackers, pretzels and marshmallows a stash of chicken bouillon cubes. There are also many things I could say about Tom. . .like how he takes over seamlessly for me while I run to this and that Primary event or meeting or how he doesn't bat an eye at the cost or time expense when I have an idea of something I want to do that would help someone else. Or how he probably isn't going to get a ski day in this season (I feel so bad!). . .but, my dear blog there just isn't time enough. I'm swamped with decorating projects that I will one day share with you. . . but if I stop to write to you, the sharing of those things will be delayed. Dear blog I think of you often, but can't stop for long. I'm sorry. I hope to not be so neglectful at some point in the future.
Much Love,
darcee