Please?

Jocelyn loves music. Or at least, I like to think she does.

Today we were walking the halls at church during sacrament meeting (what? you have never done that before?) She walked by the primary room just as they were having singing time. She heard the music, froze for a minute, cocked her head to the side and danced for a minute. Then she walked to the door and between attempts to open the door (which she does not know how to do yet) she would turn back to me and say Mommy! and then sign please (which happens to be smearing her hand across her chest. ha) She was so upset when I would not let her join the primary children for singing time. I love that she loves music.

Music

Years ago someone told me that she felt my prayers were answered with music. In fact, that was when I discovered, or rather finally really listened to, And So it Goes. That is what created, or rather encouraged the turning point for Cory and me. I 100% agree with this person (Sara). However, I have had kind of a dry spell with music lately. No time to practice, listen to or just enjoy music. It is difficult but something I know is temporary. But what is really difficult is that right now, this moment, my heart cries out for it. For that perfect song. The one with the lyrics that speak to my soul. To its joys, its worries, fears, pains. The one that has the answer to my prayers. My heart feels like it wants to jump out of my chest at the thought of singing. That maybe it is some operatic masterpiece that will calm this little heart or whatever else it may be that is trying to jump out of my chest.

Now is when I need my voice teacher. I know that sounds funny but a voice teacher, the right one, could listen to me now and pull exactly the right song to speak to my soul. Or maybe speak my soul. Oh the magic of those who truly speak the language of music....or at least the dialect I speak....

Baby Face

Today I was looking at pictures from when Jocelyn was just born. (has it really been almost 18 months? The first year seemed forever but now time is flying by.) I was thinking about that perfect little face. Her adorably cute nose that her dad loved so much and her perfect lips that I loved so much. I looked at that picture and then thought about how much she has changed. Even her nose and lips.

I thought that her little baby face was now taken over by the toddler face and none of it was quite the same. Though I much prefer the toddler, I missed that face a little. Then, tonight when I went in to her room before I went to bed I took that not so little anymore body in my arms and rocked her a bit. As I went to lay her down (boy was she out) I looked at her face. I just wish I had a way of taking a picture of that face. I was staring right into the same face I looked at in pictures this morning. My little baby girl, with her cute nose and perfect lips. It made my heart smile.It is nice to know that even though she will continually grow and change, when she is sleeping I will always have my baby girl.

Picture of Pictures

I was browsing some blogs people have recommended and someone posted about Andrew Miller Arts. I think this is such a cool idea. If you are like me you take somewhere around a million pictures of your child in just one day. So why not frame a picture of your child made of a million small pictures of your child? I think it would be fun to do one for each child on a specific mile stone. Maybe a year? Turning 8? (if you are LDS that is a big year.) Graduating high school?

Now, if only I had the money to spend on something like this.

California Part 3- Richard

After three days of camping we finished our trip going between Oxnard and Simi playing with family.

Jocelyn helped Nana make cookies.

The real reason she helps. (That is my girl.)

Apparently waves are no big deal but one little sprinkler spraying her in the face? Not ok.

Yes, we worked out with Richard Simmons. Yes I loved it. Jayna was a trooper but was not quite sure why we found it so amazing. However, she stuck it out and got some great pictures. All in all, I will go again and if you ever can, go get your work out. It is very entertaining and the man loves his work.

Did I mention it was his Birthday? Oh, and it was a broadway theme. Perfect.

Sara celebrated the occasion with a combover.

We also celebrated Anne turning one. I should have a picture but I dont. However Jocelyn sure enjoyed the occasion, and the cake that went with it.

So there is our 2011 summer trip to California. We had a blast and just wish we could be there longer! ( I wish we could move back. Cory, just wants to visit.)