It's the day of Saint Patrick

Wearing green today reminded me of the trip my family took to Ireland just a wee bit o' go. You're silly if ye think me time in Ireland helped me to speak the accent of the Irish.


Ahhh...the luck of the Irish. I think I'll go have me some cabbage. Gross....make that some green chocolate.

Presley Taylor

She finally came Saturday morning at 6:16am! Weighing in at a whopping 7lbs 9oz., Presley is here!

Thank goodness....we've been waiting for you for a long long time, sweet baby.

A good day

Today is the day that my older sister Rachelle gets induced! Yippee! I am so excited, it's hard to work on the day you know you will be welcoming a new niece into the mix!


Here are the two cutest pregnant girls in our family right now. Rachelle is having a girl TODAY and Krista is due in May with her first baby, a little boy! With all these babies in the family, it almost makes me want one. Wait, nope.

Called to Serve

Brandon's youngest brother, Mark left last week to go into the MTC. To commemorate our last weekend together with the entire family, we went up to Chay's family cabin in Scoffield. It was beyond wonderful. We laughed, we cried, we held babies, we tweezed our eyebrows together (well the girls), we snowmobiled, we ate, we slept, we skiied. On Saturday it was a beautiful sunny day. There was a ton of snow powder, so the boys built a huge ski jump and snowmobiled/got shuttled up to the top of the mountain and skiied down. I was too chicken to go off the jump, but I loved floating down in the powder. Here is Brandon in all of his ski-jumping glory:

The boys especially loved it because regardless of how hard you landed off the jump, there was always enough powder to ease the landing. Here they are prepping to drive back up the mountain.

Here is our cheering section, it was so much fun to just hang out and have nowhere to go and nothing else to do!

Here we are in all of our sideways glory...seriously, one of these days I will make sure to upload my pictures upright. P.S. please notice my pink skiis and my pink coat. As if I have to point them out to you...they're fairly proud. but, I love me some pink skiwear.




Brandon and Mark have a favorite part in the Black Eyed Peas song, "Where is the Love". So for ol' times sake, they decided to perform it one. last.time.

The days following our fun weekend in Scoffield were filled with more tears and more laughter. Coming from a family of all sisters, I never had to firsthand experience sending a missionary off. It is something extraordinary to watch the man you love, with the rest of his brothers, granddad, and dad, lay their hands on a their youngest brother's head and offer a blessing of comfort, safety, strength in the Lord, and peace.

Last Wednesday, we dropped Mark off at the MTC, along with 1000 of other 19 year old missionaries and wished him good luck on his two year mission to the people of Rosario Argentina. After we said our goodbyes/cried/hugged Mark goodbye, I went up to Brandon's mom with tears in my eyes (and hers), "How did you do this three times?" (Brandon and Brady both served missions) what she said to me was so poignant and so true, "We do it because we know that it's true. If the Church wasn't true, there would be no reason for me to send my boys off to foreign lands for two years". How true that is. What an amazing institution to send off 19 year old boys off for two years, proclaiming the gospel of Jesus Christ...and coming back two years later as men. Crazy. Awesome.

Good luck Elder!