Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Two years ago today Burke-y boy was born. Life has never been the same...
This toddler is nearly obsessed with Baby Einstein. Thus, the EXACT cake replica of the Baby Einstein caterpillar.
All day long the boys have been bending over backwards trying to make this day special for Burke. They came home from school with cards, made snowflake s, wore matching shirts,and even reminded everyone over and over about the family birthday rule...You can't be mean to the birthday boy.

This last photo is just to prove to this fourth child later on in his life that we did celebrate his birthday and there were gifts invovled.

This week my admiration for Burke has grown. It always seems that is impossible. I find this happens to me often when I watch my boys do things that I didn't know they could do. I talk as if the next few stories I write will be heart warming. Probably not to many hearts but mine.

Burke wants to do most everything himself, as many toddlers do. I still snicker every time he says, "I dude it!" when he wants to accomplish something without help.

In an effort to get Burke interested in something other than Baby Einstein I rented a Thomas the Train and Barney DVD from the library. (Not a quality choice I know.) I put the DVD in the player and when it came on Burke furrowed his eyebrows deep, frowned hard, pointed at the TV with his arm straight out and shouted, "Stupid!" What a smart boy! He was right. What was I thinking?

I was watching Burke in the rear view mirror while driving. He had turned his head to look cross-eyed at the warning tag on the car seat only inches from his face. He stated, "Letters." That's right Burke-ster...letters!

Though this babe wakes me up before the sun every day, opens the garage door all day long, safely handles all kitchen knives, eats toothpaste, helps himself to food in the refrigerator, draws on furniture, gets nosebleeds daily, and insists on "dude-ing" everything by himself, I can't imagine life without the craziness he adds to it. Lub oo, Burke!
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010

York, Maine

The weather here is getting a little cooler. This may be my last chance to share these photos of a fun trip we took to Maine this summer with our family.

Rob at Nubble Light
Travis and Theron on the rocky coast

Charlie eating a lollipop much too big for his belly
Burke living it up while we pushed him around in the hot sun

Isaac and Theron watching the taffy machine at the candy factory
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Monday, September 27, 2010

Rise and Shine

Charlie: "I'm want my brown candy bag."
Me: "Not right now. We are going to have breakfast."
Charlie jumping up and down: "But I want it!...Then I'm having a cookie."
Me: "NOT right now. We are going to have breakfast first."

It's's only 7:14 am...

Thursday, September 23, 2010


We have really learned to love the YMCA this year. The boys live for swimming and have really been working hard to become great swimmers.

Last week we went and to our surprise Burke took off on his own (with the aid of his swim vest, of course). He jumps into the water, totally immersed, and pops back up, legs kicking ferociously. This summer he and Charlie both learned to jump off of the diving board. Charlie has even been learning the techniques of diving (this all with the aid of their vests). My favorite dive was when he dove in but his body couldn't seem to get flipped right side up again because of the vest. I think there was a moment of panic for a few of us but it all ended happily ever after as he jumped off the diving board yet again.

Isaac and Theron are actually working on their technique and have made more progress than I expected. I have discovered how fun it can be to watch my boys learn to do something new really well and to see the confidence that it gives them. It is a good feeling.

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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

King of the Castle... times of peace...
...and war.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

That's My Boy

Travis to the crew during family scripture reading: "What does penitent mean?"
Isaac: "I'm not sure."
Me: "It means someone who really wants to be a true follower of Jesus Christ."
Isaac: "Oooooh! That's my kind of person."

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Monday, September 20, 2010

Saturday, September 18, 2010

A Race

Eight years ago we lived in the Boston area just for the summer while Trav did some research at Mass General Hospital. We lived close to his brother and crew so we were able to do lots of fun things with them. Travis and Randy participated in the Hyannis Sprint Triathlon for the first time that summer. Randy and Judianne have been doing it ever since and we have skipped in and out over the years. Some of the other members of the Peterson family have been in on it, too. One year we had thirteen Petersons participating. Sadly that year we also had a pelvis fracture.

This year Travis and I decided to be on a team and do the race as a relay. He swam and I rode the bike and...well we actually decided to turn our race into a bi-athlon, as we never did find a runner.

Though we didn't "finish" the race I still feel the need to mention it. It was so fun for me! After my year of surgeries it feels like big victory to me. I haven't ever ridden a bike like that before. The distance was about 12.5 miles. "Pft!" you might say. But it IS a race AND I was going as fast as I thought was wise or was able the WHOLE time AND IT WAS KIND OF HARD...but fun.

I was not as prepared as many others likely were for this race. I had not seen the route. I did not know how many hills there were, how big they were, or when they were going to come. I actually didn't even know how long the race was until I finished and looked at my odometer. When I started out I must have had a huge adrenaline rush because I immediately felt I was going to throw up. I was not quite sure what I would or even should do. Should I stop to take care of my business? Should I just do it over my shoulder? How would that turn out? Would I be able to finish the race? As I continued on the feeling subsided. I thought, "I really like the way it feels to be pedaling so fast along this shore side road in a race."

As I continued I realized I didn't quite know what my strategy should be. Should I fly down the hills to pick up speed for the uphill stretches? Is that safe? When should I be shifting gears? How fast should I even be going? How long will I have to keep my energy up and will I be able to? The feeling kept coming back to me, "I like this. It feels good."

Then I discovered another challenge. The roads sides were thickly lined with trees which makes for a beautiful ride but complicated things for me. The sun was shining and casting shadows in such a way that when I was in the shadows I could see the road just fine but when I was in the sun and a shady part of the road was coming up I actually couldn't see what condition the road was in. If there was a pot hole, or a dip, or a curve I couldn't tell. ( I would have liked to have the aid of time.) Again, what should my strategy be? Fortunately, I soared along the road without incident. I did watch a couple of accidents and realized how easily that could have been me.

This experience has given me good opportunity to think about the circumstance I am in on this earth. I am on track to get back to my Father in Heaven but I am not familiar with all the parts of the course ahead of me. How much time will I have to work at getting it right here? When is it going to get harder? Will this uphill stretch level out after the upcoming curve? There may be obstacles, pot holes, curves in the rode. I may even have an accident. I am grateful for the times when my Father lets me know that I am doing a good job or reminds me who I am. That encourages me and it keeps me going. I know that I have been given helps along the way; the gospel of Jesus Christ, the scriptures that teach me about the gospel, a Prophet to guide me, and my family to do it with me. I am confident I will get to the finish line and be pretty worn out, just like I was when I finally stepped off of that bike. I merely had enough energy to take the few steps to the cement wall to sit down. But I am confident that my efforts here on earth will be worth it. I am so grateful for this bike ride and the uplift is was to my body and spirit.
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Friday, September 17, 2010

First day of school

We barely made the bus in time. This was the only photo we managed to catch before the boys zoomed away to their first day at school in Massachusetts.

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