How it all began...

Dusty and I met just after his mission in 2003. We both had our seperate little plans for our lives and then it happened-we started living our own fairy tale. Our courtship seemed to be just that for me; it was something I had always dreamed about and it turned out to be even better than I had imagined. And then ten months later, it got even better as we became three. Rhiannon has been such a joy to us and each day she brings us even more laughter. It was only another two short years and our little buddy Cy came along. A few short years after that our baby Brittain became a part of our family. There never has been, and I am sure never will be, anything in life that brings me more joy than my children and my husband. I truly feel that I am living a fairy tale (well...most days!)

Monday, December 7, 2009

Temple Square

We sent Nat off to the MTC last Wednesday.  We were able to spend a few last moments with her at temple square the night before.  The lights were beautiful.  Rhiannon was so relieved to see all of the other sister missionaries there; she thought, for some reason, that Nat being a missionary meant that she would have to turn into an "elder"...ha ha ha.  It was comforting for her to realize that Nat can be a missionary AND remain female.  These other pictures are the morning that she went into the MTC.  We haven't heard from her yet but we are anxiously waiting.  Yay for sister missionaries!!!

Monday, November 23, 2009

Wasn't going to share BUT...

So I totally wasn't going to share this story, but my mom talked me into it tonight. 

It starts like this---we had this mouse (that's the part I didn't want to share...I thought it sounded like we had a filthy house or something....but my mom assured me that lots of people are having this problem this year.)  Dusty was the one to announce it's first appearance.  I was cooking dinner one night, while he and the kids sat like ravaging wolves at the dinner table (JK) and we were having a very casual conversation with one another.  And then it happened; that little bugger scurried accross the kitchen floor darting from under the fridge to under the dishwasher.  I nearly lost Dusty that night, you see, we all have this terrible phobia of those disgusting little creatures.  So Dusty ran Britt's jumper to pick her up, mind you she as a minimum of a ten foot distance from the scene of the event, to ensure her safety.  He and the other kids took a perched position on the kitchen table as we began to contemplate what to do with the thing.  You can imagine what kind of caos this little scene stirred up.  Rhiannon and Cy nearly in tears staning next to the big burley man they call their father, waiting for their helpless mother to prove heroine.  Sorry to disappoint, but I proved quite less than heroine.  My only solution was to obtain a mouse trap IMMEDIATELY (or two).  And that we did.

So the savage hunt for the little mouse began.  We strategically placed multiple traps in hopes of tricking the nasty thing.  After much research and wisdom from previous mouse hunters, we determined that we should add a touch of peanutbutter to the trap to ensure a garuntee success of Operation Mouse Removal.  Upon awakening the next morning we experienced our first taunting from the small creature.  It literally looked as if he had licked the peanutbutter from the trap managing to not set it.  So again, we repositioned the traps and sat and sat and waited and waited, only to find, the following morning, another display of mockery.  Still no capture of the beady eyed rodent.

Days began to pass with occasional sitings of the brave little mouse but still no capture.  The interest from the kids in checking the trap began to decrease.  We were nearly to the point of seeking out more drastic measures when the secrets of the little mouse friend were revealed.  Let me back up just a little.  Each night before bed I obssessively cleaned up the floors in the kitchen to be certain that I was not feeding this little house guest.  And every morning when I would wake up I would find crumbs scattered about in front of the dishwasher.  Silly me, I thought simply that I was too hurried the night before and didn't take the time to do a thorough enough job of sweeping and mopping.  So each night to follow I would try to be more and more meticulous only to feel as though I had again failed.  Then, the confessions from a sweet 5 year old girl tied all of the loose ended questions together.

Saturday morning I awoke to find Rhiannon ecstatic that the mouse had eaten the raspberry muffin crumbs she had left the previous evening.  She then went on to so proudly declare to me that she had been routinely feeding the furry pest because she felt sorry for it.  The mouse must have overheard the conversation and felt with no more enablers, he was doomed at last.

It was Saturday evening when little mouse made his suicide run...accross the kitchen floor right before, yet again, Dusty's very eyes.  It was into a slight opening between the wall and my hutch that the mouse found a small crumb he had his heart set on; then the loud noises, and me and Dusty finding ourselves standing, yet again, on chairs to avoid the little vermon.  It was a good thing that Nat was still living with us, Fearless Nat.  We called her down to aid in Operation Mouse Removal only to find her joining us on a kitchen chair as well.  We had a barbell in the kitchen for some strange reason, (you cannot tell me it was simply this little guy's time to go) and it later served as the weapon of choice to send poor mousey to the other side.  Literally, none of us dared get a closer distance than on the direct opposite end of the barbell to the creature.  It was then that our genious planned was put into action.

We carefully slid the trap to the only opening the poor mouse might have had to escape, keeping our safe 5 foot distance, mind you and then we just sat.  I am not sure if words can truly paint a vivid enough picture for you to truly understand the circus-like-nature of this ordeal.  It truly was nothing short of histarical.  I won't petrify you with the grafic details to follow.  Just know that little mouse friend is no more and it is for the greater good of my kitchen chairs and my sanity.  And might I add, Dusty should be feeling extremely blessed to have such strong women in his life.  Ha ha ha.

Now, sweet Rhiannon fully understands that there will be a day in the future when she will have a pet but it will NEVER, and might I repeat NEVER, be of the rodent sort.  Whew...peace at last.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

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Mixed Emotions

So Nat moved out today. Wow! I didn't realize how hard this was going to be for me. I mean, ya, I did think that I would miss her and ya I totally knew how much she did for us but this just isn't going to be fun at all. The thing that is so important though is that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that there are people waiting for her in Oklahoma and that is where the Lord needs her right now. I am so grateful for that assurance. This post is a shout out to Nat!!!-----

Thanks so much for all you did and all you are. You are a wonderful example for me and my family. Can't wait to hear all of your stories. We love you very much.



Sunday, November 8, 2009

That Terrible "C" Word

The above pictures don't necessarily relate to the what this paragraph will talk about but I wanted to include them.
So I have come to one of those walls. You know what I am talking about, right? A tremendously huge roadblock that the road I am traveling on has brought me to. It is one of those stone walls that has forced me to contemplate where I am at on that road and how I will move forward. There have been several things in my life that I have been struggling with and I have yet to take control and bust through them. Instead, I have conveniently figured out how to build a road AROUND them. So this week has I have come to a realization that CHANGE stinks but it is the only way I will get through this wall. I have come up with an action plan for each of these struggles and I plan to over come them. It has been an incredibly peaceful experience. As part of this experience I have learned that stating my plan out loud will help me to be accountable for all of my plans; therefore, I am telling all of you about this epiphany. And so my journey of CHANGE begins...
We have enrolled in a class called Financial Peace University to gain CONTROL of our budget.
I have signed up to be a part of an 8 week weight loss challenge to gain CONTROL of my health.
I have started a new calendaring system to gain CONTROL of my schedule.
And let me tell feels so GOOD!!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Here We Go...

True to Megan-fashion- the following pictures are a mega-catch-up from the past couple of months... in no particular order.
Homecoming Parade. Kati, Orvena, Me, and Amy. We had a little float and handed out stuff to the crowd. (PS- part of what we handed out was invites to our open house--you are invited too! I will post more details shortly)
Me, Nat, Mom, Grandma. General Releif Society Meeting.

Nat, Sierra, Grandmas, Mom, Me. Salt Lake Temple.

Coy Cy.
Opening mission call. Oklahoma City, Oklahoma.
Agan, Coy Cy.
Britt and Sierra.
Mission call arrives in the mail.
Logan Temple. Nat's big day.
Nat went through the temple in September.

More like Cy or Rhiannon? Still can't decide!
Goalie Rhiannon.
Trickster Rhiannon.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Blogger on.

So I am playing catch up; be sure to read down all the way.

Blessing Day

Brittain Avery was blessed today and it was a beautiful day. We had family come to support us in this great event and I was so grateful to see all of them. I would have liked to have gotten more family shots but this was the extent of what I got before everyone rushed to change out of church clothes....

My three kiddos... Cy's face looks silly but I was able to truly capture his personality in this shot!

Isn't this dress beautiful? It was hand made by a very talented lady in my ward. I LOVE it!

Beautiful baby, beautiful day!

This is our cute baby girl in her bath robe awaiting her blessing before church. This was too cute to pass up!

More parade watching

24th of July parade...I guess our family really enjoys parades.

4th of July you see the kid that still lives within dusty?

4th of July parade... best seat in the house!

Our brave and courageous Cy watching the fireworks...ha ha.

Cy chillaxin' watching the parade.

Rhiannon turned 5!

Below are some pics of Rhiannon's birthday party...
Little Fairy Princesses

So my baby girl turned 5 on July 1st. It was a very traumatic day for me indeed! I cannot believe that she is going to kindergarten this year. Anyway, she wanted a Tinker Belle party this year so Dusty and I put our minds together and came up with something fun for here and her little friends. (And yes, I did say Dusty and I... I have the BEST husband in the world!!!) We came up with these fun little fairy wings, made from wire hangers and tights and we turned them in to fairies.

This is a picture of one of the sets of wings... I wish that I would have taken a closer picture, but I think you get the idea. Dusty made up an adorable story about how the fairies came to be and with each part of the story the girls recieved an item that helped to transform them into fairies such as a wand and wings and a little fairy crown/halo. We played some fun games and let the girls enjoy being little girls. It was a blast. She loved her 5th birthday party! Thank you to everyone that came and played with us.

At the Logan temple grounds.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Since people are asking, I thought I would share "the story" of Brittain's arrival...
Most of you know that I have been dilated to a good 5 since I was about 36 weeks. When I found that out at my 36 week appointment I started getting my hopes up that my 9 month journey was nearly ending; I should have known better! It is not consistent with my pregnancy history for me to really see much happen too early. Anyway, I began preparing for her arrival at home and at work. I had a to do list 3 miles long that I chipped away at little by little each day. In addition to the list, I also had Rhiannon and Cy that helped keep my mind off of being pregnant; well sort of... Cy would remind me on a daily basis that Baby Brittain should come soon because she was making my belly HUGE! I just had to smile each time he told me that even though deep down I wanted to cry becuase I knew how right he was! I was gigantic!!! Anyway, after one trip to labor and delivery in Pocatello with contractions 3 minutes apart, just to be told to go home, and progression in dilation and softening of my cervix at each of my respective weekly appointments, we persevered the final 2 weeks as they seemed longer than even the entire previous 8 months. We were all anxious to meet Brittain.
So then on Saturday am before Dusty left for his labor and delivery clinical in Idaho Falls (imagine that huh) he told me that with school and his schedules today would be an ideal day as far as timing is concerned for me to have the baby. That is when I decided I was going to walk until she came! I got the kids ready and called Nat and we started walking. We walked to a park, while the kids rode their bikes, and just kept walking. We walked through the rain and the thunder and we kept walking even though we saw nasty gray skies that looked like they might even evolve funnel clouds. Needless to say, I am here to tell you, walking will do the trick. Dusty called me around 3 on his way home from Idaho Falls and we discussed my progress and he insisted that I get checked. I grabbed the bags, Nat called in to work, and as soon as Dusty got home we turned right back around for Idaho Falls. The contractions stayed steady at 3 minutes the whole ride there.
We got there, she checked me and said that we would for sure be having a baby soon. Dusty got out of speaking in church...ha ha. I think that is why he was so anxious to have her. J/K! The best part for us was the that Dusty was able to deliver her. He had bumped in to Dr. Leavitt during the course of his rotation and they had decided that he would coach him through it. He did amazingly well and it was one of those moments in life that could never be replaced.
Anyway...she is here and healthy and we are feeling truly blessed. Thanks for all of your thoughts, prayers, and phone calls!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Count Your Many Blessings...

Blessing #1- Healthy baby girl born June 14th. 7lbs 14 oz.
You feel like you have always been a part of us Brittain Avery!
Blessing #2- A big sister that just can't get enough of this bundle of joy. Rhiannon has been such a tremendous amount of help as we are making this transition. She told the nurse at the hospital that she is "in love" with her new baby sister.

Blessing #3- A big brother that is also transitioning well to his new baby Brittain.

We are home from the hospital now after our terribly long two night stay and things are going fantastically well. Three kids is definitely an adjustment, but we are working through it minute by minute. I have tons more pictures on my phone that I need to figure out how to download and then maybe if I can catch a quick second between all of this new family stuff I will blog some more of the details. I just couldn't wait to let every one know Brittain Avery has arrived and is at home being loved more than you can imagine!