Father's Day is a'comin

Greetings.

As we prepare for Fathers' Day (hope you guys have everything set in motion for that) I figured I would post something about just how much LMP loves her DD

(Dear Daddy). :)

We went to

the park the other day and I got some priceless shots of the little girl with her padre. She loves him so much. Its so nice to be here with him and allow her relationship with him to flourish and be great.

She always lights up when he gets home. Its adorable.

Here's to organization:

Since I'm a stay-at-home mommy right now, I've got to admit things can get pretty routine and boring. So I have taken to craigslist to spice things up in my life.

HA. You may be thinking, this girl is pretty nuts, but I happen to rather enjoy it.

I first, check the jobs part to see if there is anything new and exciting and apply for all those I feel would be worth my time, second I look at the freebies because sometimes you can find some really good stuff in there. And third I look in furniture for anything I think we "need".

Yesterday I found the coolest cube storage organizer for ONLY $25.OO so naturally I called my DH right up and had him pick it up on his way home. It is now in LMP's (Little Miss Princess) closet homing pajamas, diapers and wipes, shoes, shorts, swimwear, socks, and the "let's be hopeful she starts wearing them sooner rather than later" big girl underwear

We're going to the beach...we're going to the beach....

The other day, I took Adeliene on an adventure. We went to the beach!!

If you haven't yet heard the story, well thats probably a good thing because I tell you I wouldn't win the best mom award this year. lol.

Story goes-- Addy's first trip to the beach was about a month ago and we were down by the water standing a few feet from where the water breaks onto the shore. Just as the water from the shore recedes, I run as fast as I can to the edge of the water. Addy follows. And when the tide begins to break I dart away as fast as I could. Addy got drenched. It was absolutely-frickin hilarious. She was of course upset but I wanted her to experience the thrill of ocean water breaking at your feet. And that water was just too cold for her to go into willingly.

Anyways. We took a trip to the beach a few days ago and managed to both get pretty burnt in the process... my poor baby :(. But while we were there I got Adeliene to be at least ok with the water. We were there for 3 hours just making sand castles, playing with the water and covering our legs with the sand. It was so much fun!! I felt like a little kid again lol :)

I want to Amen.

A miraculous thing happened today. Stop the presses! Hold the phone...

The Roberts Family made it to church on time today.

And not just on time I might add; early. It was the first time since we've been out here that its happened; the first time we were able to sit in a pew without inconveniencing the persons we were cramming in next to. As we had quite a bit of time left until the meeting started, it was my darling husbands grand idea to let princess run out a little bit of energy to keep her quiet for the meeting, or at least calm. It worked rather brilliantly I thought; I was quite pleased with her behavior. They opened the meeting without a peep from the dear sweet child we know as our own. She was calm and sat right between mommy and daddy just staring up at the speaker as he spoke. When it was time to sing she opened the hymn and "read" along chanting softly anything she thought she could mimic. It was very adorable. Pretty soon it was time for the opening prayer to be offered and baby girl folded her arms and bowed her head like she does every time we pray.

And then the prayer began.

Before I tell you exactly what happened, let me remind you that my beautiful baby is now a year and a half year old with short patience and her own agenda. The attention span of a 20 month old doesn't always last incredibly long. They get bored and want to move on.

Unfortunately, within a few second of the prayer getting started, this little lady decided she was done praying. She looked up to daddy and said, just as sweet as can be, I swear

"I want to Amen."

Over and over, and over again. Until finally... In the name of Jesus Christ... Amen.

AMENNN!!

Little miss sounded off like she needed to shout it from the hilltops. It seems as though it were a big, huge sigh of relief. And seemed, in my mind at least, to last for an eternity.

I a b s o l u t e l y c o u l d n ' t b e l i e v e i t .

I was absolutely red in the face. My DH, of course, was laughing uncontrollably to himself so was about all of the now, turned-around-in-their-seats members' in the congregation. I must point out that today happened to be fast-and-testimony meeting and so there were lot of testimonies and thus, amens, given and none of which were as loudly broadcasted by our obnoxious daughter. Thank goodness.

If this fast Sunday has taught me anything, its to stick to the basics when praying with young children. Also, chocolate chip pancakes might be a bit too much sugar right before early morning church.

Well I think this has drug on a bit long so until next time....

A M E N.

Plans for the Future.

The other day I started thinking about what I'm going to do when I grow up...

hehe. just kidding.

No I really got started thinking about what I'm going to do with my life though. I don't really have any passions. At all. Its sad I guess but I really enjoy doing just about anything. I just don't stay committed to any one thing.

After careful consideration, I think I know now.... photography. Its something fun, creative, and could possibly be a nice way to earn some extra-cash for my family. But more than that I LOVE to take pictures, and I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I know I could get that "great shot" because I would work all day until I captured it.

I'm looking into some night classes now, I hope I can stick it out. It seems super fun.

:)

...the SanFransico treat...

Straight off, NO, sadly this post has nothing to do with rice at all BUT I took some fun pictures of the GG bridge so I just think that's WAY better.

Memorial Day weekend meant two things to the Roberts family; 1) the DH had a four day weekend (HECK YES) 2) We were road-tripping up to Stockton to visit family (again HECK YES).

It was a wonderfully delightful time :)

It was the very first time that the princess got to meet her Auntie Tang and Uncle David and her beautiful cousins Leanna and Tara. We had SO much fun. As you can tell from the above picture or perhaps not the GG bridge is faintly seen to the left of the magnificent sunset over the bay waters. This picture was obviously not taken in Stockton (but i'll bet you might have guessed that already) it was another road trip we took with the "other" Roberts once we got to Stockton. They showed us San Fran and took us to see Alcatraz and the GG bridge which was SO AH-ma-Zinnnng!

If you've never been to SanFransico, try it. You just may love it :)

A Murderous Trip Home.

Well... after a little over a week I figured I would post something new, here it goes.

Let me first start off with the drama that kicked off this past week. No, no arguments-- just my usual space-cadet moments. Let me explain: I was skyping my DH (SO COOL i know) and was talking to him about my visit and how things were going. I missed him a whole bunch; and we got into a conversation about being prepared to leave. Uh duh, no I was not prepared... thats just not my style, but I had all the next day to get packed for my departure Wednesday. Or so I thought. My fantastic husband non-challantly noted that my plane left tomor

row not wednesday. Of course, I KNEW this to be false and told him so and we spent the next several minutes "yeah huh" and "nu-uh'ing" until my husband pulled out that itinerary I had printed for myself and left in the car mistakenly.

Whoops.

Paul- 1

Ashley- 0

Man I hate to be wrong, but what was even worse was telling my parentals that I was sadly mistake and would be cutting the visit one day short. My bad. As I'm sure you probably could understand that night was a sad one. My parents were devastated no doubt but dealt with blow in a fairly understanding mode; I was grateful for that but felt horrible.

Anyways, the next day came and went and pretty soon I was boarding my first plane back to Monterey. The first plane wasn't so bad. The plane attendants usually seat single parents with a lap child by an empty chair to give them a break and for that I am always thankful but my 2 hour flight turned into a 3 hour nightmare because I ran out of snacks the

princess would eat and we were flying into a thunderstorm which had the Minneapolis airport only utilizing one runway which meant lots of planes circling round' and round' until it was "their" turn to land. It was awful. I also had a layover for 50 minutes which I thought I would be able to give Adeliene time to stretch her legs, but considering that t

he plane I was on was the same plane I would be taking off with again I knew that wouldn't be a possibility.

Oh wait, whats that? We are changing planes? Are you kidding me right now? And its on the other side of the airport! WHAT! GREAT I'm gonna miss my flight because we have been circling the freaking ground for 50 minutes.

Well I jet off the airplane once we land and run to the other gate with Adeliene hanging under my arm as I struggle to carry a diaper bag, and carry-on suitcase. I made it just in time. Ha. In time to notice the whole gate was packed with people waiting on a flight was wasn't leaving for an hour.

We'll thats a relief.

I ended up getting home just a little over an hour later than planned but had to spend the 4 hour flight home seated between two LARGE men. So much for the extra-seat (but I guess it will DEFINITELY help me more appreciate it when I am available to receive one). When we landed I had to put the carseat in the car and drive us 2 hours home. Normally wouldn't be so bad exc

ept the dash lights were out and it was 1 in the am. So pitch black and I couldn't see. :(. The DH had school that morning so me driving was a bit of a necessity unfortunately. Once we finally got home my little girl and I slept so hard and so long, one might have thought that we were dead.

It felt so good to be home and in our own beds though. Home sweet home never rang truer than after a murderous trip home like we had both experienced.