Ryan loves to create. One day he came home from school with a suit of armor made out of paper, but he was worried that he couldn't get the helmet just right. So he and Paul spent some time on a Saturday working on this.
This spring break we did some organizing and cleaning. We cleaned out a storage room in the basement and Paul built these amazing shelves for the laundry room so we could have a place for our food storage and other items. I have an old washer and dryer, but they keep working great so I can't complain.
Then we bought this shelving unit so that I could have all of my preschool supplies in the preschool and be organized.
Then we moved Alyssa down to the basement and made the storage room into her new bedroom. Now she doesn't have to share a bathroom with her three brothers, only three classes of preschoolers (it's a trade off).
Alyssa's old room is now Ryan's room. He chose a Star Wars Theme. He loves his new room and he loves getting his picture taken so he wanted to be in some of the photos of his new room.
Now all the kids will have their own room and I love feeling like everything is clean and organized, if only for a little while.
Alyssa shares a birthday with my dad, March 5th. My parents always try to come down to the Springs so that we can all celebrate together.
I love this picture of my sweet girl. She has a beautiful smile and laugh.
Alyssa is now fourteen years old! I am so happy and honored to be her mother. She is such a beautiful girl, inside and out. She loves the Lord and has a strong testimony. She has also worked hard and just finished reading The Book of Mormon and finished all the requirements for her YW personal progress medallion. She also got her patriarchal blessing and it is amazing to me to be able to see her through the Lord's eyes and hear some of the amazing adventures that are going to be part of her future. She is a wonderful person and she will have a great life because of the choices she is making now. She is an example to me of faith, love, and righteousness.
I love my "Dida" (that's what she used to call herself before she could say her name). I lovingly call her that sometimes, she doesn't really like it (but hey a mom's gotta have something, right?).
