The Masters

Our good friends called one day. Their uncle had given them tickets to the Masters. Did Tyler want to go by any chance? Ummm-- yes. Except, there was no hesitation at all. This was the masters (actually it was a practice round), but whatever it was--it was an opportunity to go and see the course and experience it. When we moved out here, my dad, somewhat jokingly, but not really, told us he was counting on us to get him tickets to the Masters. So, you can imagine the jealousy when we told him Tyler was going....then jealousy turned elation when another ticket became available. Phone calls were made, patients were cancelled, airline tickets were bought and after a red-eye flight--Greg (our friend), Tyler and Dad enjoyed a full and wonderful day at the Augusta National Golf Club.

And maybe the best part about it, besides seeing the joy on my Dad's face after a day at the Masters, was having him all to ourselves the following day.

I'm pretty sure my dad pushed Abigail for over a half hour and she continued to say "Super High" the whole time.

And Oh Were They Ever Happy.

Dad playing "monkeys" with Abigail.

Rainy Days and Mondays...

are perfect boot weather.

Lucy is Blessed

My mom sewed Lucy's dress.

My Mom, myself, Lucy, and Tyler's Mom.

Our happy eternal family.

Tyler's father, Tyler, Lucy, and my Father.

Everyone who participated in the blessing:

Uncle Steve, brother Chad, Tyler's father Ned, Lucy and Tyler, my father Creed, Uncle Rick, Grandpa, Uncle Matt and cousin Gannon.

Actually, she was blessed a long long time ago in January during our visit to California. It is hard to put in words the sweet feelings I felt as Tyler blessed Lucy with the name of Lucy Mae Rushton and gave her a tender father's blessing of seeking after righteousness, among other great promises as she follows Jesus Christ throughout her life.

There are times in my life when time stands still enough for me to be truly grateful and overwhelmed with the blessings of the gospel of Jesus Christ. "My cup runneth over" is a phrase I have only begun to understand as I've entered motherhood. Truly my cup runneth over and my joy was complete and full as I watched and listened to Tyler, so worthy to hold the Priesthood, bless our sweet little Lucy, surrounded by both of our fathers, my grandpa, as well as my brother Chad, my Uncles Rick, Steve, and Matt, and cousin Gannon--all worthy and righteous men, strong in the gospel. Sweet is the peace the gospel brings.

Sweet is our little Lucy.

Happy Easter

A Visit to California

And this sums up how we felt about our California visit--oh so happy.

Abigail enjoys a bath in mom's sink while also enjoying a freshly picked orange....could life get any better in a two year old's mind?

A trip to the zoo with Grandma (taking the picture) and Great-Grandma.

Grandma Donna meets Lucy for the first time and Lucy is all smiles.

Getting hugs from cousin Craig.

Abigail helps Grandpa pull out yet another win in Ticket to Ride.

Lucy hangs out.

So many cuddles with Grandma.

And cuddles with Uncle Chad.

Abigail helps Grandpa make freshly squeezed orange juice.

For the second year in a row, we made a trip to California in January. It was, of course, absolutely wonderful because there is no place like home. Tyler has conveniently had some type of work related projects in California the past two years in California and it has been so nice to travel to California after the Christmas rush of travelers and crowded airports (not to mention the significantly cheaper tickets). We did a lot of hanging out, visiting, and playing and showing off Lucy...and Abigail did a grand job of showing herself off as well. We are already hoping that another business trip will be scheduled for next January 2012.

On Manners

The other day Abigail and I were coloring and painting. It looked like she needed a new piece of paper and so I handed her one-- to which she responded: "I don't want this piece of paper, but thanks though."

Never Looked Back

About a year ago we were overjoyed to learn we were pregnant. And then it started....I was sick, I was tired, I was more tired, and I was even more sick....and then even more tired. Something had to give. Ironing it was. Not all ironing, just the hardest part of ironing: Tyler's work shirts. They always took me forever to iron to perfection and even then, sometimes perfection could not be obtained. We decided to try having them laundered and pressed just once....just to help "catch up". It was wonderful. It was fabulous. It was awesome. Words can't quite describe how much the simple act of having someone else wash and iron my husband's shirts helped. And for just over a $1.00 per shirt it was well worth it. So worth it in fact.... I happily drop off Tyler's shirts each and every week and we have never looked back.