Life's Little Disappointments

So G. loves President Obama. If he sees a book about him, he thinks I must buy it. He proudly proclaims that President Obama is our president. On Inauguration Day, I was sure to watch the t.v. coverage because I reveled in the historical occasion. I suggested that G. wear this shirt, with the flag on it, mostly because I wanted to see if I could get him to wear a shirt without a superhero. (Normally, if I hand him one, he asks if I have a Spiderman shirt that's clean.) It worked. He wore this shirt that day. Now he associates it with President Obama. He tells us that President Obama told him to wear it.

So my question is, do I break it to him that I didn't vote for the guy? ;)

(Now for all you that did, we should agree to disagree. I respect the office of President of the United States. I hope that he will make improvements that I agree with. And I pray for the guy. He needs it, as all presidents have needed it. And I will warn you now, I will delete any comments of a negative nature, Republican or Democrat. This blog is for fun. There will be no debating politics or religion on a blog named My House of Monkeys, though some may think that would be a great name for Congress. ;) )

My Little Monkeys

So here they are... my boys. My husband's family seems to only make boy grandkids. (11 out of 12 are boys.) But at this point, I am not sure I know what to do with a girl anyway. A. is 6 and almost finished with 1st grade- 3 1/2 more days to be exact. And he is sure to be exact on this point! G. is almost 4 and keeps me on my toes. They are both starting swim lessons and I should already apologize to his future swim instructor and preschool teacher. He has a very strong will that I hope will serve him well as a teenager (as long as his will is the same as mine, I guess!). Then K. is 18 months, old enough for nursery at church. Which means I am officially in charge of ALL of them 7 days a week. (I am in charge of all the kids at church 18 months- 11 yrs. old.) They love to wrestle, argue, yell, squirt water, spit, and all other boy-approved activities. I will leave some of those to your imagination and purposely overlook sharing them in blogland... But they keep my life entertaining, joyful, full, challenging, and truly blessed. Some days I can't believe that I am in charge of the health and well-being of 3 kids, but I certainly couldn't imagine (more less, remember) my life without them.



And for the record, G. wanted the pic posted of him in his Batman costume. Oh, yeah. I'm also very well-versed on superheroes, villians, and how each came into their powers. I am also getting good at throwing superhero parties. Comes with the territory, I guess.

Willis Kids

Wedding Picture: Brittney Singer Photography

All grown up
how did that happen?



When Andy and I lived in Kentucky, my friend Laura asked if her kids would be friends when they grew up. She wondered since they were young and seemed to disagree most of the time.


I was able to assure her that in spite of the huge fights we had, as adults, we were friends. More than friends...

There have been times where the only person to call was one of them- for mothering advice, marriage advice, friend advice, church advice, or being sane advice. They "get" me like no one else does (besides Andy). They know where I came from. They know my history. They know my serious mistakes and they know what really embarrasses me. They know my secret dreams. Their confidence in me helps me feel capable. I don't know where I would be without their input in my life.


This past weekend, I got to see them. And marvel at who we have become.


J. keeps it all together and still has the fun spirit she had when we were kids. And she is wise.
C. has so much grace and class. I love to watch her quiet joy. You can just FEEL it.
B. is so talented and isn't the little girl I left when I went to college. (She is the same height as me!!)
B. is sooo smart and articulate. I had a really intelligent conversation w/ him and I hate to say, I think he is smarter than me. Ugh.
K. is married. The little girl with the pink cast is old enough to get married. She is spiritual and fun and embarking on the wonderful adventure.


I think we all felt blessed to be together. Blessed to be a Willis kid. Blessed to be raised with the gospel of Jesus Christ in our home. Blessed to have been taught the right lessons to make the right choices. Blessed to all be in the temple together- to have to recruit someone else to watch the kids. (K. thanks for the many times you had to do it!)


I am grateful Heavenly Father sent us to live in families. What a lonely, confusing road this life would be without those that "get" us. Also what amazing life lessons I have learned by being a sister, daughter, wife, and mother that have made me more loving, less selfish, and more like my Savior.


And to my parents- Kudos! You did something right. We aren't perfect. But we are pretty good. And we are so grateful to you. For the sacrifices. For your love and support. For the hard decisions. For it all.


And in spite of the huge fights ;), we do love eachother. And no matter what, we've got eachothers' backs.


Thanks for inviting us to wedding K. and J. Thanks for giving us an excuse to ALL get together.

I've Got Something to Say...

I used to teach elementary school (4th-6th) and one of my favorite subjects to teach was writing. Every year I posted a quote across the top of my chalkboard that said "We've got something to say. You'd better listen." As I have trolled others blogs, I have learned, laughed, reminisced, and just enjoyed "spying" on your wonderful worlds. And I have felt that I had something to say...

I hope sometimes it is profound, because I hope that I taught my students truth. I hope that just because I am a full-time mother, that I still have some moments of wisdom (in spite of my lack of sleep). I also hope sometimes it is funny, since I think my life is sometimes funny. And reading my friend Laurie's blog has reminded me how I used to "find the funny" a lot in my younger years! I hope that my blog keeps you all posted, since many of you know I have habitually been lousy at that.

I also want to revel in my wonderful world. There is too much complaining, too much doomsday-- not enough joy and gratitude. And as long as I have the conveniences we are blessed with, food to eat, the family and friends I have, and my faith in Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, there is much to revel in.

I have just come across a bit of freetime and I have been itching to join in the conversation. So here it goes...

Just starting. Figuring it out.