In our next house Tom wants to do an acid stain on the cement. If you do it yourself it is much cheaper. Since Tom isn't that keen on doing it ourselves, I thought to myself, "I can do it. I'm not scared." Ha ha! What was I THINKING? It was July in Phoenix, the hottest city on the planet. It was at least 110 degrees out, plus I was in a hot garage, spraying water on hot cement. Can you say Sauna city? ;)And I never do anything the easy way either. Not only to I acid stain, I have to put a fancy mountain hardware logo in the workshop area, and a border around the garage. You would think that I would learn my lesson. Nope. And I'm sure that the next think I do I'll go all out again.




Today we officially put our home on the market. I have mixed feelings. I'm excited to finally be headed home to Utah. We've been gone for 6 years. It really seems like it flew by. Not overnight, of course. But definitely not 6 years worth of time spent away. But I'm also sad to be leaving here. Of all of the places we've lived this has by far been my very favorite. (Although Ivins was absolutely beautiful!) And I really like my house. Actually, what I really like is that my house is
done. Every room has been painted and decorated perfectly. And now I have to start over. Don't get me wrong, I love to decorate and paint. I think it's tons of fun. But I also like to sit and enjoy and would love to start quilting on a regular basis. But, I get to try some new things so that will be fun. Plus, I will live by my two extremely talented sisters who paint amazing murals and will have them over to help me oodles and oodles. (Break out the brushes girls, my next house needs some lovin'!)


I was just remembering today that when Madeline was 2 she would say that she wanted to watch "buck-eye-ker" which is code for Buzzlightyear. Kids are so cute!

XOXO always,
Amber

So yesterday I step out of the master bedroom located at the top of our stairs. As I look over the railing, I see my adorable son Luke sitting on the carpet next to the tile. In his hand is a fistful of half digested catfood and tritip one of the cats so kindly regurgitated on the floor. It is on its way rapidly to Luke's mouth. I scream no no no as I hurl myself down the stairs to intercept the nastiest snack on the planet. Luke just looks adoringly up at me with his darling smile, laughs and continues to attempt to eat his new found treat. Luckily I reached him just in time! Gross.

An Ode to Nienie

I've have tried blogging before. I never really got it. I posted maybe twice. I don't even remember my url. How pathetic is that? And then I met nienie. Her name is Stephanie Nielson and I fell in love with her through her blog nieniedialogues.com. (I've never actually met her though she lives in Mesa) Her blog is an amazing window into a mormon woman's life and her love for her husband and her family. And now I get it. I can see why blogging is so important. It is journaling for the modern man (or woman). It is miniscule little snippets into your life and yet together they can tell an amazing story. I've never been good at keeping a journal. My missions was really the only time and yet it took up maybe half of the book. But I'm just glad it was that much.

So I have Stephanie to thank for the inspiration for Waves of Amber. And also the recommitting to be a better wife and mother and just love my life.

Thank you Nienie, my prayers are with you and your family now