moments I want to remember (from Farmington, UT)

Hello! My goodness, I can't believe this week is baby week! We are so excited to welcome a new family member into our world on Friday...or really, any day now! I've been cleaning pictures off of my iPhone, scrubbing bathrooms, finishing up assignments for the semester (I survived!), hanging pictures, and trying to give the kids as much attention as possible before a newborn enters the scene.

I've been wanting to share a number of pictures from this past year. I think the only way to really do that without taking multiple days to update every memorable snippet of our life with a lengthy write-up is to share some of my favorite photos from 2018 with quick captions. I'll still probably take multiple days to go through these photos, but I'm okay with that, too. I could do an entire post on each of these pictures, but for now I'll take heart in knowing that these special times were acknowledged.

I joined a produce co-op while we lived in Farmington, UT made up of about 20 women. Two times p/month I would walk around the corner to my friend's house on the next street over to help sort baskets and subsequently, bring my share home. Luke would drive his gator and insist on loading up our goods in the back of his "vehicle." He felt like such a big boy, and I'll always remember how reckless he drove on those sidewalks while I chased after him to "Slow down!"

I sat on the boys' bed a lot at night, especially in those early months of pregnancy, and told them all sorts of stories -- fairy tales, Book of Mormon stories, and memories from my childhood. It seems like we read Elmer the Elephant and Scuffy the Tugboat a lot, too. The girls would sneak in after their showers and listen before Jared shooed them off to bed.

Carlie did such a wonderful job in gymnastics at USA Gymnastics World in Woods Cross, UT with Coach Kera. She was on the Hot Shots Elite Team, which was an intersquad group that competed only against their personal best scores (and each other) at several different intrasquad meets throughout the year. We loved watching her on all the events, and by the end of the year in late May she had finally reached her goal of getting her back handspring in the Level 3 floor routine and getting her mill circle on the Level 3 bar routine. I'll always remember sitting on those cold bleachers while she practiced twice p/week, trying to study for my Audiology Rehabilitation class -- so glad that's over, btw! Occasionally, AnnMarie would come with me to pick her up. One time we realized that we were dressed exactly alike, which was definitely worth having someone take a picture of, haha!

Our wrestling experience in Utah was truly remarkable. It was our first time jumping into the wrestling world as parents, and we couldn't have handpicked a better location to initiate ourselves into this upcoming lifestyle than Davis County, UT -- because let's be honest, when you marry into the Wolfley family there just really isn't much of a choice, haha!

Gabe was a member of the Tech Youth Wrestling Club in Centerville, UT, and Jared volunteered a lot of his time in helping to coach the beginner group. The facility was especially nice, which accommodated some pretty intense practices, and Gabe took to it so quickly. He's a nervous wreck most days, and we feel like wrestling is a great tool for him -- channeling the perfectionist in him, building character, and teaching the value of hard work and integrity. I can't even begin to count how many tournaments he participated in between the Winter Folkstyle Season and the Spring Freestyle and Greco-Roman Season. Ultimately, he ended up winning State Champion in both the Freestyle and Greco-Roman state tournaments at the Legacy Center for the 42-lb. weight class. These are moments that will undoubtedly stay with me forever.

I'll finish the night off with this sweet picture of Luke that brings back a flood of good memories. Being renters certainly had its perks. There were so many little house things that didn't even bother me, and I spent a lot of afternoons just pushing Luke in the swing while the other kids were within walking distance at school. Such a warm, homey neighborhood that will always have a piece of my heart.

Being a Mother (and Kuna, ID)

"Mothers decide to stay home not just because they are tired of juggling family and career; not just because they want to "be there" for the first word and the first step; not just because they have found that a rich home life requires persistent personal investment.

They want to be home because in some quiet moment caring for their children, they have suddenly experienced the vastness, the intricacies, the delicate nature of this work. While performing some entirely routine act of nurturing, they have unexpectedly stumbled on a moment of insight so luminous as to reveal with imposing clarity that the greatest opportunity for success they might ever have is nestled right there in their arms." -- Linda Burton

We are so excited to welcome a new little boy into our world this November! And fortunately for me, this pregnancy has been kind thus far.

I've never intended to be sporadic in my blogging approach. Most days, I dream about keeping up with this blog, yet a part of me feels like God is calling me in other directions -- trying ever so carefully to lower my expectations, NOT lose my temper (as there are behaviors in ALL of my children that trigger some serious frustration), monitor the way in which I spend my time, and foster a safe place for all of us to land. I'm so grateful for each new day that allows me to start fresh and try again.

Kuna, Idaho is quickly becoming a happy place for me. The kids & I went there for nearly a week following their last day of school. My own mom has a special way of filling my tank -- giving me alone time, feeding all of us dinner every night, talking me through challenges, and entertaining the kids with various activities. I love the Thornton family and feel so grateful for the goodness they've brought into our lives.

Specifically, we women did the "Bubble Run" in Boise on an early Saturday morning, spent time as a family roasting marshmallows over the fire, and overall - just enjoyed a lot of time in the water & sun.

Eat, Drink, & Be Scary

Last October we were still in the woods as far as life in Utah was concerned. It was hard to see the forest from the trees, and I spent a lot of time just putting my energy towards helping all of us adapt to our new surroundings...different friends, a different school, and different living quarters. So many changes! But Halloween brought a lot of fun-filled activities that helped all of us feel more at home: our ward's traditional outdoor dinner and carnival (right here on our street), the annual elementary school's costume parade, and of course, trick-or-treating.







It must not have been enough though -- because in addition to all of that, we decided to go completely crazy and cave to our daughters' pleadings to host a bash for 15 little girls, haha! A few years ago, I started thinking about how much fun it would be to throw a Halloween costume party for the girls when AnnMarie became a 5th grader, mainly because my parents threw one for me when I was that age. My Mom went all out, too, by hosting a 4 course meal (complete with menus -- all items disguised in creepy names), ghoulish games, a costume competition, and a piñata to finish off the night -- so I knew that if I was going to do it, I had to do it right! She set such a high standard in so many areas, haha! (I never anticipated doing something like this right after a major move, but I've realized over the years that life just doesn't stop amidst life changes.)

The invitations turned out SO CUTE, so of course we invited double the amount of people that we originally planned on, but hey -- it was a great way to jump in and get to know the neighborhood! The dinner was WAY trickier than we expected -- and Jared and I were completely exhausted halfway through the party -- but all of the girls were well-fed, and they LOVED being surprised by the many different combinations of food on their plate.

AnnMarie and Carlie helped me plan the menu, which was so fun in and of itself.

Witch’s Brew (drink)

Werewolf’s Road kill (meat lovers pizza)

Rotting Worms (ramen noodles)

Giant’s Toes (large steamed carrots)

Zombie Boogers (fresh cut corn)

Bat Eyes (olives)

Witch Fingers (dill pickles)

Skeleton Bones w/Pumpkin Guts (little hard bread sticks w/cheddar dipping)

Ghost Poop (marshmallows)

Harvest Moon (sherbet ice cream scoop)

Slop Catcher (napkin)

Grave Digger (spoon)

Back Stabber (knife)

Vulture Claws (fork)









I obviously don't have a plethora of pictures to document the madness, but it was very memorable, and considering everything we learned (via trial & error), we might just have to do it again in a few years.