Weekend Memories

This weekend has been great, we spent it busily doing things around the house and running errands. We decided to put all work aside and spend Saturday night as a family. We started off going to our ward activity and had chili and ice cream and then as a family of four we went to the drive in movies just to be together. It was a perfect night, we opened the hatchback to our Pilot and filled the back with pillows and blankets. The rain was coming and going just enough to cool the air and bring the sweet rain smell. The way we were facing not a drop came into our car but we lay just watching our movies and listening to the rain come down. Miss Elizabeth got three glow in the dark bracelets that ended up going around her ankles, one pink , one purple ,one blue( compliments of daddy) I am sad to say that the blue one didn't last too long, Elizabeth bit it and squirted glow drops all over the car and on her cheek. Luckly none ended up in her mouth and we were able to clean it off her no problem. The best part wasn't the fun bracelets, the entertaining movies or the perfect drive in weather, it was the four of us perfectly cuddled in the back of our car. My baby boy sleeping on my chest as I lay next to my dear husband hand in hand and our precious daughter tucked under her daddy's arm, laying on his chest. The four of us as close as could be sharing the night together . This is something I never want to forget. There is nothing better then 4 hours of cuddling and being close to the ones you love most.

Baby Reed

My sweet boy who is awake with the rising of the sun, you are worth every sleepless night. I love these quite times just me and you. . .

A Note To Friends

Most of my greatest friends are the girls I have known most of my life. This past week I had lunch with some of my best friends ( kelly not pictured!) and I really had the greatest time. If you went to poston jr. high and attended any sleepover at jessicas house then I'm talking about you. . . you girls who know me from years ago, the girls who dressed up as boys, the girls who went t-peeing, the girls who all made up gangsta nicknames, the girls who loved to dance to the spice girls and brittany spears, the girls who knew lani was secretyly the craziest one out of all of us:) or would you say it was celeste??the girls who tried to make a scary cheerleading movie,the girls who dressed up as barbies for halloween,the girls who could name all the "groves boys", the girls who stayed up all night talking about any and everything, the girls who I shared diaries with that were passed back and forth.the girls who freely shared their testimony with me and made me who I am today, the girls who would pick me up for church and let me borrow a dress because I didnt own one, the girls who know me thru and thru and still like me for who I am. . . I love you all! Thanks for such great memories and fun times. I wish we could all get together more often and spend more time together.

What a blog is to me

This is a new and improved blog for me. It is a fresh start. A way to share my life with those I care about and to journal at the same time and keep precious memories. I just turned my last blog into a book and plan to do the same about a year from now with this blog but I want it to be more personal. I feel like I can do that now with a private blog. I am definatly one of those people who will tell someone I barely know everything about myself no problem. I am horrible at keeping secrets, especially my own and thats why everyone knows when I'm pregnant 10 minutes after I get a positive test!(dont expect a post like that for a few years though) I want others to know me and to hopefully grow from my experiences and trials and to know who I am and what I stand for. For those of you wondering about my new blog title. . . karly girls diary. . . my mom used to call me karly girl before she died. She was the only person to ever call me that and it has always been really special to me. Well here is to a new blog and new memories to come!

An account of the day

I am really trying to think about reading this years down the road and the little things I will miss and want to remember about a normal day when my children were younge so I thought I would blog about our day. Today has just been a normal day, I woke up and had my one on one time with Reed around 8 and miss Elizabeth joined us about 9:30 (nothing tops a toddler who sleeps in everyday!) I was called by a friend to come play but decided to go for a walk before. . .went to start my car and it wouldent start, bummer! With baby Reed we didnt have maternity coverage on our insurance plan so we are paying our medical bills right now and boy howdy it is a kick in the pants, any extra money is going to this and it seems as if our other bills are going up. . . we have no idea why our water bill was $211.oo last month!!! So the thought of having to fix our car is just worrysome. So i cancel the playdate and get to cleaning the house meanwhile thinking of all these fun projects I would like to start and Christmas gift ideas I would like to start getting together but I feel the stress of not having the extra money at this time until we get these bills paid. It is just frusterating to want to grow and develope talents and skills but feeling guilty doing so with other financial obligations. So the day goes on and I notice Reed getting more and more fussy and realize my milk isnt coming in when he is feeding, so I pump and pump and pump and get a measly 2 ounces when I can usually get 4 oz. It didnt get better as the day went on with my milk. Porter gets home, trys to mow the lawn, the mower wont start for him ( when it rains it pours) but then he thankfully fixes the car and it started for him so that was a huge relief. Elizabeth played in the backyard and didnt want to come inside from her awesome activity (dont ask me why putting rocks into the dogs pool is such a fun activity?) but she was all smiles during this. I made chicken sandwitches for dinner with squash ( grown in our own garden I might add, pics to come we also have 4 watermelons growing!!) and after dinner we gave Reed and Elizabeth a bath.

Sweet Reed loves bath time. He kicks and kicks and that is when we get the most smiles out of our little 8 week old boy. Elizabeth loves when she can help and is amazed everytime he pees since he is a boy and lays on his back for bath it is quite a different show then when she goes:) Next Porter takes Reed to dress and swaddle him for bed and I take E lizabeth for bath. She knows all her colors and has since 17 months. She now hands me things and says what colors they are as opposed to pointing to things certain colors when I ask her to find a color. We have a bubble blowing machine and we turned that on tonight at bath time. As her bath came to an end she said ,"bye bye bubbles" as they went down the drain. She then came with me and I dressed her in some pink polkadot jammies and the four of us all ended up in our bed. We all watched a little t.v. together and I did pigtail french braids in Elizabeths hair just to see if it was possible and it is and it is so cute. We then sang I am a child of God ( Elizabeth mouths every word but wont make a sound) and said a family prayer. Elizabeth gave each of us a kiss and waved night night as Porter layed her down for bed as he does every night. Next we fed & burped and put to bed Reed and Porter and I relaxed with a big bowl of brownies and ice cream as he read some info on a seminar he is attending this weekend and I looked on the computer. Both just silent but happy to be side by side. We got ready for bed and said some prayers and I felt like I wanted a priesthood blessing (It is our belief in the LDS (Mormon) religion that the Priesthood that Jesus Christ had is still on the earth today. The Savior ordained his Apostles and they in turn ordained those individuals that they deemed worthy. During a visitation from Peter, James and John (who each received the Priesthood from Jesus Christ), Joseph Smith was ordained with the Priesthood. Each worthy male member of our church who has been ordained with the Priesthood can trace his priesthood lineage directly back to the Savior, Himself. In a Priesthood blessing, the worthy priesthood holder listens for inspiration on behalf of the individual receiving the blessing and verbalizes what he feels needs to be said. It is upon the faith of the individual receiving the blessing that the gifts, promises, and words contained therein come to pass. The blessing is a way for our Heavenly Father to communicate to individuals seeking blessings, guidance, and help through worthy men who hold the Priesthood). and I wanted a blessing regarding my lack of milk for baby Reed. Porter spoke a wonderful blessing that comforted me about my milk as well as not to worry about paying these bills and it will not affect your desires to further your talents and skills ( I might mention I had not said a single word to him about the frustration I was thinking about with this situation earlier that day). The blessing also advised that as things get hectic that I practice patience and turn to prayer in these times and that my children will learn from this and want to be as I am. What a wonderful end to a hectic day. And here I am at the close of another wonderful day with the ones I love most all peacfully sleeping while I keep track of the little things that make these days so special.

Special story #1

Well this is a very personal but very important story to me.I hope others who read these special stories of mine that I share can read them respectfully and grow as well from my testimony that I love to freely share. So here it goes Since Reed has been born I have felt like I would not mind having another baby really soon. I know I am crazy right? I just keep thinking I should and I defiantly want to follow any feelings I have regarding my children because I would rather have 20 kids then feel like someone is missing. So I started to stress about it because I was going to the Dr. for my post partum check and wanted to discuss the complete opposite of having another baby. So i felt really confused and decided to say a prayer. I knelt down with Porter in prayer and asked for guidance. Porter and I turned to the scriptures afterwards like we do every night before bed to read together and the verse came up in D&C 5:30 where Joseph Smith is translating and is told(thou shalt stop for a season, even until I command thee again) and as I read this I felt the spirit and at that moment I knew that was what I was to do. . . stop for a season. I was overwhelmed with comfort. I am just so grateful to have a Father in Heaven who loves me and cares about me and who personally knows me and wants me to be happy. I know if I follow what He desires for me to do I will have the most joy possible here on earth. I am also glad I will not have 3 car seats to load:) so who knows when the next Williams baby is headed our way but I feel at ease knowing we may be waiting for number 3. Now the real test of faith would be me suprised pregnant. . . not planning on that though.