My Mother's Day

Mother's Day was fun for me this year! Since 2 of the 3 kiddos were still getting over colds and primary/nursery was out of the question, we played hooky from church. At first Josh told me I should go to church by myself and he'd stay home with the kids, but what mother wants to be apart from her kids on Mother's Day?! Any other day of the year, sure. hehehehe

So Josh asked what I wanted to do and I said that I wanted to be outside and enjoy the beautiful weather. There are trillions of gorgeous places to hike in our area. You just have to find hiking trails that are kid friendly! We chose to go out to Teanaway Ridge or River or something like that.

That's my bro-in-law, Nate, with Jayden.

These pics turned out overexposed, but I think it still captures the natural beauty
of this little corner of the planet!

What is it about the sound of water as it flows down a river, spilling over rocks and down a mountain side? It is so calming. The kids enjoyed climbing around on those boulders and throwing stones into the running water.

A little piece of heaven.

The kids thoroughly enjoyed themselves too, which made Mother's Day even better! We snacked on the trail and ate a PB&J dinner at a picnic table after the hike.

Jayden: I saw a pillar of light, [almost] exactly over my head.......

Bares and Broncos

On Saturday, May 8th, I took the girls to the rodeo. As you know, saying that Joanna adores horses is the understatement of the century. Joanna sprung from the womb loving the majestic animal. For her 3rd birthday, what did we do? Took her and her friends to see some ponies. For her 4th birthday, what did we do? Took her out to Dr. Dave's ranch to ride a horse.
Now what did Ms. Horse Lover do the entire evening at the rodeo??? See below.

That's right. Plugged her ears!!! Oh, she loved being there and watching the "bucking horses" but apparently the noise was too loud for her liking.

For some reason I didn't get any pictures of the broncos.
Here's my favorite event--barrel racing.

Jaclyn: I can say cheese and eat my m&ms at the same time!

Not sure what was going here.

Mt. Never-Rest

Houston, we have a problem.

This just in...

A seemingly innocuous hill of whites and colors which appeared in the Ramsey's master bedroom six days ago has now expanded to ominous proportions, slowly taking over the bed, spilling over onto the floor, and burying the dwelling's inhabitants there within.

This ever-growing mass of what has come to be known to the Ramsey household's matriarch and sole laundry-doer, as "Mt. Never-rest", has, in essence, taken on human characteristics.
Witnesses claim that the mountain's sinister and menacing voice will frequently cry out in victory as another square foot of the bedroom is buried. Witnesses also assert that they have heard the matriarch talking to the mountain, plea-bargaining with it that she will promise to always stain treat if the clothes will promise to fold themselves.

An aerial shot of Mt. Never-rest.
(I love how a pair of panties make up the mountain's peak. Haha! Panties Peak.)

This mountain may not size up to Washington's Mt. Rainier, Mt. Adams, or even to what's left of Mt. St. Helen's, but as God as my witness, Mt. Never-rest is far more difficult to conquer!!

Unlike mountains of the earthen sort, this textile-made mountain is movable without faith. Every day when said matriarch wakes up, she promises herself that today will be the day that she conquers Mt. Never-rest, vowing to never let it reach such mammoth proportions ever again.
Alas, she reaches her day's end, only to admit her defeat. In her exhausted, semi-conscious head and by the power of Mother Earth she commands Mt. Never-rest to move from atop her bed to the floor below. And in one fell swoop of her floppy arm, the mountain is laid to rest on the side of the bed....for the sixth straight night in a row.

What role, if any, does the patriarch of the household play in defeating Mt. Never-rest, you might ask? Why doesn't he just use his priesthood powers to command the elements to fold and sort themselves? I have come to accept the fact that even the priesthood of God is not strong enough to make the laundry clean and fold itself. ;-)
Hmmm, or maybe it's the holder of that priesthood?? He might have the faith, but as we learn from scripture, ladies. Faith without works is dead.


Hilary Weeks says/sings it so perfectly.

"I think therefore I am. I'm a woman so therefore I do laundry." ~Hilary Weeks