Spring Cleaning Highlights

This year is my first time ever Spring Cleaning my own place. Now before you start judging me, thinking I am a total grossy, last year was the first Spring in an actual house of my own. We had moved in in January and I did all of the house scrubbing then so I didn’t really need to do it again in March. Before that, we were in apartments and you can basically “Spring Clean” in an afternoon in an apartment.

My Spring cleaning list is crazy long and maybe a little over the top, but it is feeling awesome to get things crossed off of my list!

I got the blankets, comforters, and sheets on every bed in the house washed.


I got my unorganized medicine basket, organized. I am in LOVE with it now. Here is before.


It was out of control and had a lot of expired medicine in it. I threw out the old stuff and organized the rest in categories of what the medicine was used for.


Now it is all in the basket, sitting pretty.


I scrubbed my baseboards, doors, switches, and vents.


The Melamagic cleaner I used to do it is AMAZING! Not only does it smell fantastic and cleans very well, but it is safe for my home and the environment.

I also wiped down my ceiling fans. I hate ceiling fans, but without AC in our house, they are a must. Check out this nasty rag from after this job! Ewww.


I cleaned out all of our closets and got rid of TONS of things. The laundry room counter got piled up full of treasures that needed to be hauled to the garage.


I got that all taken care of tonight. I am starting to feel like I am making major progress. Dave cleaned the window seals and swept out the garage, and I dusted the house behind every nook and cranny. I still have to do a few “regular chores” like sweep, mop, vacuum, clean bathrooms, etc. and then it is back to the last of the Spring cleaning like organizing the bathroom drawers, and cleaning up my craft area, then I can get back to my real life! What kind of crazy things do you have on your Spring Cleaning lists?

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Don’t take your days for granted

Sunday morning was a wake up call for us. Dave woke up at 6 am to feed Harper and got very sick. He was either hovering over, or sitting on the potty all morning. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I sent a text message to my dad who was at church with a few doctors. I had him ask them if I should take Dave to an urgent care. He was vomiting blood. They said to take him there to be sure he wasn’t dehydrated. We packed up our diaper bag and headed to the urgent care. My mom met us there so she could take Harper. As soon as the people at the urgent care heard how sick Dave was, they sent us the the ER.

That was not where we expected to be on a Sunday afternoon at all! When the nurse took Dave’s vitals, she discovered that he was extremely dehydrated. She thought that he had been sick for days, not hours. They hooked him up to some IV’s for fluid, pain, and nausea, and we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally at 1 am (12 hours later) he was admitted into the hospital. Luckily, my dad was able to go to our house, get our dog, and some of our belongings so that we could have a “sleepover”.

It was really difficult to leave Dave at the hospital, but I had to stay at my parents’ house in order to take care of Harper. I was really blessed to have my mom there to help me take care of Harper’s feedings so I could get a little sleep.

Monday and Tuesday went by without much change. Dave was about to get tested for Meningitis, but the doctor just didn’t feel like we should. He really felt like it was a GI virus and it would pass with one more night. Well, the good news is that it did! It was really hard to have Dave in the hospital from Sunday-Wednesday, but I am glad that he got the care that he needed.

I feel like sometimes I take my days for granted. I have an awesome husband who loves, me my daughter, my doggie, and does so much to help and provide for our family. Dave had a moment of realization when he went 2 full days without seeing Harper. Now that he is home, he still isn’t able to hold her. DSCN4544

He was so happy to see her though. He hasn’t taken her screams, cries, or squeals for granted.


He stays a safe distance, but wants to remember every moment he has with Harper.


These experiences remind me that I need to take the time to appreciate these moments of my sweet baby discovering the world and to discover it myself just as she does.


Enjoy the little things.

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We had a feeling that our dog, Sadie would love Harper. We seriously underestimated how much she would love Harper.


Ever since their first meeting, Sadie rarely leaves Harper’s side. She likes to sniff her, give her kisses on the ears, and sometimes just rest her head on her.


If Harper is asleep somewhere, even if it is in a dark, lonely room, you can usually find Sadie either sleeping too, or just watching.


At times, we get a little frustrated with having to tell Sadie to get away from Harper, or to be soft, but I know that we are blessed to have such a sweet, special dog that loves our little girl so much. I know that these 2 will grow up to be the best of friends and I appreciate Sadie being such a good “big sister”.

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Life lessons and a great example

Dave’s poor family has had to go through so much. When Dave was just a newborn, his grandma passed away at the age of 45 from breast cancer. She left 8 kids and a husband behind. Her oldest was in his 20’s and the youngest was only 5. Dave’s dad “Big Dave” is the oldest child and was the only one with a child able to meet his mom. His brother just younger than him was married, but had not children. The brother just younger than that was serving an LDS mission when his mom passed away. I can’t even imagine how Paul felt when he was unable to say goodbye to his mother. The other 5 kids were still living at home. Dave’s grandpa, Gary was left as a young, widower. He got remarried shortly later, but I losing his “sweetheart” would be so hard!

When Dave and I went to his family reunion this summer, we told them that we were going to be having a baby. They were all so excited. Telling Dave’s grandpa was such a neat experience. He told us the story about he and his “sweetheart” finding out they were going to be parents. He also told us about what things were like when they found out she was sick. He is such a faithful man. He had such faith in his Heavenly Father, that he was able to be comforted through her illness and knew that she had to leave this earth for a greater purpose. He is such an incredible example of unquestioning faith.

3 years ago, Big Dave passed away from ALS/Lou Gehrig’s Disease at the age of 45. Dave was only 21 when he lost his dad. It was one of the most difficult things that we have had to go through together. We had only been married for 3 months. Poor Grandpa, had to lose his wife, and first born child at the age of 45 to disease. He easily could have been angry and bitter, but instead he was such a source of strength for the entire family. He reminded us that “Big Dave” was once again with his mom. “Big Dave” really struggled through his lifetime with living his life faithfully, but before he was diagnosed with ALS he came back to church and was there with us in the temple when Dave and I got married. We knew that his hard work to live his life faithful again had paid off and he was able to be with his mom again. Grandpa reminded us all of that.

Last week, Dave went to SLC to be with his family because his uncle Paul passed away from an illness at the age of 44. He left 4 children behind. The oldest being 20, and the youngest only about 3. He had just moved back to the USA from Cambodia so that his family could be taken care of after he passed away. Once again, Dave’s grandpa could have been negative about losing 2 children at the ages of 44 and 45 and his wife at 45. He wasn’t negative at all. He was once again a source of strength for the family. I hope to be as faithful as he is someday. He has taught me one major life lesson. Turn to my Heavenly Father in all things. Have faith always.

Who is one of your greatest examples?

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Answered prayers and grown up decisions

When I woke up that morning this Spring and decided to take a pregnancy test, I had no idea what kind of curveballs that one word that was about to show up on the test would throw me. It was like as soon as I saw the word, “Pregnant” my entire world paused and I realized that I needed to grow up. Very soon, there would be a new person in my life that would take my number one priority in life.

Before I knew I was pregnant, I had a complete breakdown to my sweet husband. I told him that I hated my job. I hated doing hair. I felt like a complete failure. I didn’t feel like I was good at it anymore. I had a few clients come in during a short period of time that really ripped apart my self esteem. That happens to EVERY stylist out there. If it hasn’t, it will and it is the worst! Nothing makes you feel more low than to work so hard on something, then have someone tell you that you don’t know how to do it correctly (as if they have any idea what they are talking about, when the stylist is the one that has studied this art for days on end). Well, after this breakdown, we sat down and looked at our finances to see if there was any way I could quit. That is when I realized that I had been making a lot of money in the few months earlier. There was no way that I could quit because of how tight we still were living. It was really hard to hear, but I am glad that I didn’t quit because I learned later, that a lot of my feelings were due to the crazy emotions that come with a pregnancy.

About 2 months later, Dave went through something very similar. He was really struggling to love his job. He didn’t have the passion he felt last school year, and just didn’t even love himself. The only thing that kept him sane was coaching a 7th grade football team. He loved that. I am so grateful that he had the opportunity to coach those boys. They saved him. After a lot of tears, lack of sleep, and many prayers, things started getting better for him. He was slowly able to start enjoying things about his life, and he is much happier teaching 3rd grade now. He was ready to get out of there and do something completely different with his life. He does want to teach older students and coach at a higher level. He will have to take some classes for those to be qualified, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. We had SO many answered prayers.

Lately, I have realized how much I would like to go college. I went to beauty school, but I have always wanted a college learning experience. I know that it is a silly time in my life to even play with that idea, but I honestly would like to go. After the craft fair that I did, I realized that I love networking with people and creating things. This really opened my eyes. I decided to sit down once again and look at what my finances were like at the salon. Lately it has gotten a lot slower for me because they have done a lot of hiring. I have had to stress a lot more on how I am going to pay booth rent. When I looked at numbers I was bringing home, it really opened my eyes. I have been wasting a lot of time waiting for walk in appointments and really wasn’t making much money. After talking with Dave and doing a lot more praying, I decided to talk to my boss about working 1 Saturday a month at the salon. She was so supportive and willing to let me rent a booth 1 Saturday a month. I will be able to cram all of my clients in on that day. I will still be able to make some money for us, but I will be able to stay home and do what I love doing the most. That is creating things. Such as my items on my Etsy shop that has been SO ignored. I also get to learn interesting things to blog about. I may even start taking college classes online in April. What I am most excited for though, is being able to spend time getting ready for, then being with my baby girl.

Making grown up decisions is so hard, but I know that when we have a strong support system that really just wants what is best for us, the best decisions are made. I am so blessed to have the friends and family that I have.

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Something you probably didn’t know about me.

Today, I taught the lesson to all of the young women at church today. It was about realizing that each person is divine and eternal and treating others with that in mind. We were talking about how most people make judgments of total strangers. Most of the time it is only by the outside appearance. I told the girls about some of the outside appearances that I have had in my lifetime. Let me show you what I was like once upon a time…

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Yep, I was a total bandana wearing, screamo music listening, band t-shirt wearing, mosh pit jumping, Warped Tour going (and every other good show I could fit in) girl. I LOVED it. A lot of times, I ran on no sleep after going to shows late at night and waking up early for school. I miss those days sometimes, but I am proud of who I am today. I still listen to some of the music that I used to listen to, but I wouldn’t fight you for pretending you knew more about bands than I do. Yep, I did that.

I wonder what people’s judgments were about me back then. Maybe I don’t want to know, but what I learned from teaching my lesson today… Who are we to make anyone feel any less than what their Heavenly Father thinks of them. So smile at a stranger, pass judgment, and tell someone that you care about, that you care!

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Mac and Cheese that smells like Chocolate?

Yep. It is a real thing. I just sniffed it myself (and am still gagging even thinking about it). So here is the whole story…

About a month ago, my mother in law got a surgery that prevents her from being able to eat super starchy foods such as bread, pasta, and some rice. My husband went to help her out when she got her surgery. When he went down there, his mom gave him a bag full of food that she had that she couldn’t eat anymore. We were excited to have a load of Rice-a-Roni, Pasta-Roni, and Mac and Cheese. I went to make some Pasta-Roni and noticed that it had expired about a year ago and was bummed so I went through the rest of the “Roni” items and sure enough, they were all expired too. It was nice of her to give us that food, but I was a little bummed that it had gone bad. Anyway, today Dave was going to make us a nutritious lunch of Mac and Cheese and he had me dish up my helping when I noticed that it smelled like chocolate. I know that my pregnant nose is a little overly sensitive so I asked Dave, “Does this smell like chocolate?”. He said, “Yeah, I noticed that it was really dark too when I poured it out”. I told him to check the expiration date. He looked at it and said, “What month is it?”. I told him August. He just laughed and said, “Well, this expired 7 years ago!”. It is a good thing we didn’t eat the chocolate Mac and Cheese. That could have ended badly. Now to just get that smell out of my memory…

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Conversation with the hubby

Hubby working on football plays for hours…

Me: You love football.

Hubby: Yep

Me: Do you love me more than football?

Hubby: No

Me: (Gasp! and a sad face)

Hubby: Oh! That isn’t what I meant. Yes, I love you more than I love football.

I giggled about it and told my mom the story. She said it was enough to make a pregnant lady cry. I was tough though! Just a little shout out to the other football widows out there who’s husbands coach grid kid football and love watching games. I have an awesome hubby though. Wouldn’t trade him for anyone or anything else.

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Bringing out my inner cowgirl

Funny story, or maybe not too funny of a story. I came home from work to drop off Sadie puppy at my house before I had to go to a church activity. I was already running a little late, but I got the ok to feed my belly and be a little late before I went to the activity. I was pulling into my house when I noticed that there was a horse out and about on the road. There was a guy riding his bike trying to figure out where the horse belonged. I don’t know much about horses so I just pulled into my house and was minding my own business when I looked out the back window and realized that there was only one horse in our pasture. We rent out our pasture to a woman with “stud” horses. I went out back to see if the other horse was just behind a tree or in a place I couldn’t see, but sure enough there was only one in the pasture. The one in there was FREAKING out. That is when I noticed the fence that was smashed and horse prints in my lawn! That horse running amuck belonged at my house! I looked for something to put around it’s neck to lead it back and all I could find was an extension cord. I walked over there to try to coax it over, but it was trying to love on the horses across the street. I didn’t want to get in the middle of their flirt fest and take the chance of getting kicked. Just then, the guy riding the bike came around the corner. He offered to take the horse back to my pasture. I was so relieved! He took it over to the pasture, found a rope at his house, and tied the naughty horse up. The poor horse had cut his leg when he was trying to get out of the pasture and he was bleeding. I was really worried about him and continued to leave panicked messages to the owner. I was really angry with her.
To add to the stress, our backyard and most of the pasture was flooding. The ditch behind our land was overflowing and the poor horses were having to stomp around in a foot of water. When it got dark outside, and we still hadn’t heard from the horse owner (grrrr), I started getting worried about that horse. He was tied in place that he had no more food, standing in water, and he wouldn’t be able to lay down if he wanted to. I decided to go on a horse saving mission. Still in my clothes I wore to work, a cute little animal print, short sleeved sweater and shorts; I put on some flip flops and went out to save the day. Even with a flashlight, it was tough to see what I was doing, but I was able to climb over the gate and get the horse’s rope undone. I was trying to lead him over to the spot I was going to be tying him up, but my flip flops kept getting stuck in the large amount of mud and slop out in the pasture. There were a few times that I wondered if I would just have to leave my flip flops and go bare foot. Then I remembered that the last thing I want, is to get a tetanus shot. So I ripped them out of the mud over and over again, praying that I wouldn’t break them. I’m shocked that they didn’t break. When I was just about to the spot I needed the horse to be, his friend started coming over and he started getting excited! I got pretty nervous, but just talked to him like I would a puppy saying, “Come on little horsey” probably more to calm my nerves. I get scared around horses sometimes just because of how huge they are! I got to my destination, and tied the best knots I could. I could tell he was a lot happier where I took him. When I got back inside, Dave just laughed with me about my legs being covered in mud, water, and horse poo, but I couldn’t help but feel like Felicity the American Girl.
If you didn’t read her books when you were little, you wouldn’t quite understand, but I felt a little like a horse whisperer. I got in the shower, then had an overwhelming flood of emotions that hit me. Possibly because of the baby growing inside me. I was grateful that I had the opportunity to help that horse because it made me feel much closer to this guy…
My Grandpa Miller. He passed away in 2008. I miss him every single day, but miss him the most when I see horses. He literally was a horse whisperer. Every horse loved him, and he loved them back. He was such a great example of a Christ like love of animals. Because I had gone out there to do all I could to help that horse, I knew my grandpa was smiling down on me in heaven. I have learned to have a deeper appreciation of animals than I already had. I am grateful that I was able to have that experience so that I could feel that closeness with my grandpa.
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