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#thebuzziscoming










Pretty much going crazy not being able to share my latest project with you guys!
It’s going to be amaaaazing + we are really excited. Stay tuned!! xx
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Weekly Lemonade




S W E E T S: dad’s surprise birthday party scavenger hunt – cutest mom in the world no doubt | the circus | seth + mikell’s gender reveal party – can’t wait to meet baby g i r l  | benihana lunch date |  auntie time | staying up way passed bed time listening to jon’s mission stories + looking through his picture books. i love the way he still lights up over it all | car time with Aub | halloween jammies | both boys sleeping through sacrament meeting {modern day MIRACLE} | new stroller | city creek elevators | painting nails on the target sidewalk | riggins the worlds best sleeper in-ner | best friend catch up with hillarie | playing store | new tripod | #theBUZZiscoming | grammy coming to play with the kids to give me a free day | wiggle cars | kitchen hair curling party during the U game | boys sleeping in the same room | driving to the top city creek canyon to crunch the leaves + chicken war on the monkey bars | riggins belly laugh + buck teeth | jonah’s fake laugh | all of our shows starting back up

now, the sours. because I think they are important to document + just as fun to look back on.

S O U R S: crashed ginger day plans | witnessing a horrible hit-n-run car accident + being the only bystander who stopped to help | cracked iphone screen | forgetting to press send on text messages | moving all furniture to clean the carpets | jonah cutting rigga’s hair | grease in the garage ruining family picture pants – womp womp womp | rigging pulling a pen into his crib somehow + writing on the sheets |  jonah nervous to go to bed at night | muddy rugs | truck shopping | jonah dropping a coke at the tai pan blogger event + having it shatter on the floor | disappearing wick in white volcano candle | not visiting logan for weeeeeeeeks 
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Library mama drama

Last night we attended Merilee’s book launch for PLAYFUL + it was exactly what I needed as a mother. 

We go to the library every Wednesday at 10 am. This week we ran into some bumps + couldn’t make it on time so we ended up at the 11 AM class with the older kids. More craft time, less singing time. One of the mothers pointed out about half way through “Your kids don’t like to color????!?! That’s so unfortunate. We have to hide the crayons at our house or that’s ALL they would do. It’s amazing.” I cried myself home. You’re telling me that because I don’t love to craft, my kids are doomed?? I mean, I did cheat my way through 6th grade art class by using my best friend’s pictures from the previous semester + never again took another art class. But I guess I’ve always justified my thinking by telling myself that coloring is for older kids.

Now that I’ve thrown myself under the bus, back to my library thoughts. This sweet lady had no idea what kind of day I was having + I’m sure she didn’t mean for her comment to make me feel like it did. But she also didn’t know that I was fighting tears + had already contemplated selling both Jonah + Riggy to the circus (2 FOR 1!!) three times that day. Sweet gal had no clue my car died, we were stranded without a phone all morning: that being the reason we were attending the later class. She didn’t know how many crappy things had happened + how relieved I was once we made it to the library. Already feeling about 3 inches tall as a mother, that comment completely flattened me. Making everything else going on instantly THAT much worse. The perfect lesson for me of being kind to everyone because we are ALL fighting hard things. It was a good reminder to choose my battles as a mother. To relish in the things I do well vs the things I’m not very good at. That doesn’t mean that I’m perfect + it doesn’t mean comments like that don’t make me feel bad, but it definitely doesn’t mean I’m a bad mother. Why is it so easy to forget that in the moment when your world seems like it’s going to shut down at any moment + how do we get to the point where it doesn’t effect us so negatively? I’ll tell you my thoughts. 

Coloring isn’t their thing. It’s fine. My boys prefer to rip the paper from the crayons + are more fascinated by the paint water changing colors than putting it onto paper. They love to climb our rock climbing wall + ride their bikes in the driveway. They would swing allll at the park or play imaginary baseball all afternoon long. Jonah has been leaving little thank you notes every where we go lately + Riggy snuggles when he wakes up from a nap. That’s artsy, right? 🙂 It’s easy to relish in the qualities we lack as parents or the things our children aren’t super good at yet. The comparison game is such a bitty. But when we play it, we are selling ourselves short. Not fair to us, not fair to our kids. Each child is so unique, so special + needs so deeply to be loved. They belong to us on purpose. I have to ask myself how they feel would feel if they knew that the reason why I don’t want to go back to big kid reading time is because their mom is scared what people will think when they are breaking the crayons in the corner? They’d laugh. Lets get real! 

Control what you can control + be done with the rest. 

I love this print by Mer! Lets not take our insecurities out on our kids. Pick + choose your battles. Embrace + love your children for who they are! KNOW WHO YOU ARE — know who they are. Jon always tells me that 90% of the time when we get offended by something someone says, it’s because maybe there is a little truth behind it? Take negative comments + let them help you become better. This book could not have come into my life at a better moment. I am anxious to put a new twist on art with the boys. So far the paint dotters are working wonders + we’re all walking a little bit taller.  ðŸ™‚ BABY STEPS! Merilee poured her heart + soul into these pages + if WE can handle these crafts, anyone can. No doubt!

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P R O U D





This was a fun photo shoot we did with my friend Whitney to launch her new textile line LEMMON LANE





 – – – – photo credit jen herem photography – – – –


I have learned a thing or two about start up businesses since being married to an entrepreneur.
I am slower to judge, more open minded to new ideas + less talkative, more listenative(?? it flowed, okay?}
I will fully support pretty much anybody who is brave enough to launch their idea to the world.
It’s scaaaary + exciting + really nerve wracking, but also pretty dang rewarding all at the same time.
There is something about building your dreams from the ground up+ watching them grow
(or not grow) that really pushes you to your best self.
I’ve seen it first hand with Jon in all that he’s done the passed few years.
He’s such a go getter. As much as I wish that was in my blood, I tend to cling to my comfort zone with both hands. Go getting doesn’t come as easy for me, but I’ve learned that the real magic is made once you set your pride aside + embrace the risk.








With my two cents on the table, my friend pride is beaming for Whitney + LEMMON LANE!
They launched their site last weekend + I am absolutely thrilled for her.
She has done such a beautiful job, don’t you think? GIMME ALL THE PILLLLOWS.
Jon might not agree with me, but you can NEVER have too many pillows on your bed.
Whit + I both grew up in Cache Valley + we have grown close over the passed couple of years.
I turn to her for fashion advice, motherhood advice, the best party vendors + everything in between.
She’s one of the most gentle, loving + patient mothers you will ever meet +
she is oozing with creativity. I’m glad she found a way to channel her creativity
because it is very apparent how talented she is.





Congrats, Whit! I love you + am rooting for you every step of the way!

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LEMONADE









S W E E T S: surprise visit from grandma webb | sweet tooth fairy | real SL game + having the anthem blasting on repeat | mom jonah date | autumn leaves changing | hailey devine | jonah cheering me on from the stroller on our “run” | heaven sent pancakes from penny ann’s cafe | liberty park play day | our cheesy family cheer before bed | jonah’s relationship with easton | babysitting collins | melting pot | friends who come pick up your kids without warning | ogden temple rededication | nude nail polish | riggy’s fake laugh + his run | jonah sneaking out of bed to get a drink of milk | bike rides around the capital + up city creek canyon | late night nachos | riggins first hair cut | MAJOR Children’s Hour sale 

now, the sours. because I think they are important to document + just as fun to look back on.

S O U R S: the boys raiding my make up bag + dumping out every pod of make up on the carpet | hair appointment that’s over due about 8 weeks | online shopping – wrong size every EVERY every single time | post office trips | the headache that has made itself at home in my brain | plans that never work out | missing my young women | feeling like we are sinking in toys, time to simplify | construction traffic jams | cyberbulliying | iphone delay | allergies | riggy climbing the bookshelves

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Duchess & Lion Clothing

Today, Jonah + I are guest styled over on DUCHESS & LION Clothing.

One word, nine times. RAD RAD RAD RAD RAD RAD RAD RAD RAD.
We love the owner + designer, Stacie. A good friend + amazing mother.
She’s got a heart of gold with some serious steeze in the design department.

 

here are the links to her thangs

If you want to be the first to know when she releases a new piece, get on the email list.
Mom’s go a little bit {BIG TEETH EMOJI} x 10 when they miss out on their size.
Items sell crazy fast. Think Elsa  + Anna action figures with Black Friday Walmart status.
Are Elasa + Anna the cool toy? Maybe Olaf? Ha! Whatever, I don’t even know.
PS You might melt when I post Riggins in his new romper. That kid kills me!!
We love you, Stace! Thanks for the feature.
Hope you all had a happy Wednesday! xx
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Easy like a Sunday Morning

Sunday Mornings are pretty much anything BUT easy lately.
I feel like I’ve been complaining about them a lot + I’m really sorry.
But at the same time, I have an appreciation for documenting feelings. The happy AND sad ones.
I know that one day, whether it be 10 years from now or next month or next November, I will look back + appreciate the harder times. I will be able to see how far we have come as a family, the ways I have grown personally + the strengthening perspective that I have gained.


Coming up with the right words for my feelings has been tricky. Pictures can be so deceiving, ya know? I could go on to tell you how amazing my day was + how much I love these boys in my life. Which is always true, but I feel like laying it out there, no sugar added, is the best route today. Brace yourself. 🙂

A couple of months ago we caught word that a new Bishopric was being called + that Jon would soon be released!! I did a back-handspring AND a heel click. No more trying to convince Jonah to keep his tie on when he wants to do anything BUT keep his tie on + that his baseball bat doesn’t fit in the church bag week after week. At least not by myself. No more complaining about how hard Sunday’s are. No more crying in the mother’s lounge. No more late night meetings. Hallelujah! I will never forget when Jonah stood up on the end of bench, tip toes ‘n all, hand waving above his head, screeeching “DAAAD!!!!! Hiiiiii DADDDY!!! YOU SEE ME?!? + wouldn’t stop for nothing until Jon waved back. As well as the times that he marched up to the stand, plopped down on Jon’s lap, held perfectly still + fell asleep in his arms.


All of this excitement + celebration!! AND THEN, Jonboy gets called right BACK into the Bishopric for the third time. My heart dropped. I am ever so grateful for our sensitive Stake President who called our whole family into the room to ok the calling with each of us. Recognizing that this is a complete family effort. He let me know how grateful he is for our service in the ward. He acknowledged that family life would radically change again. He emphasized all of the positive sides of this arduous journey + let us know that we are not alone. His words have stuck with me. Jon is such a blessing to everyone he meets. He is literally the sunshine in my life. He willingly goes the extra mile to make things happen. He works hard + is such a loving father to our boys. He is a devoted Priesthood holder who loves The Lord + he is the most self motivated person in my life. Knowing all of this first hand, why was I so surprised when he was called back into the Bishopric? I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little frustrated, nervous + maybe even disappointed. Selfish, I know.


I remember a talk I heard from our Stake President about his wife NEVER complaining a single time about any of his Church Callings + how she has stood right at his side every step of the way. Then I heard Jon repeat something similar in his testimony about me + I thought: Oh no way. There is nooo way he’s serious. I’m over here covered in smashed goldfish crumbs + crayon dusties, distracting everyone within in a 20 feet radius of us during the ENTIRE Sacrament Meeting. My eyes have been fighting tears since before it began + my whisper telling Jonah to use his inside voice for the 70th time is lacking all form of patience. I’m not sure I have stopped complaining in my head since my eyes opened this morning. WAKE UP CALL, Sister Parrish. You are going to be okay. You’ve got this. Jon believes in you. Jonah believes in you. Riggins believes in you. God hasn’t placed me here you here mistake, you can do this.

Oh, the strength it takes! My heart breaks for anyone who is alone raising children as their regular routine. It is tough freakin’ stuff. Whatever circumstances that present themselves in your life, causing you to walk through daily tasks alone, my heart swells with you. I want to give you a hug + tell you how much I admire you. I applaud, respect + love you in every aspect. I’ve got two little boys who need me for every single task + even on the days when Jon is home with me, it is still daunting at times. Parenthood will derail you, challenge you + light up your life all in the same breath. I still blows my mind. Hang in there!

Sunday is a special day that is supposed to be light + happy + all things family, right? For the most part it is. But somewhere along the way it has started becoming the day where little things like spreading the toothpaste wrong causes me to cry. From putting on 6 pairs of shoes, finding the right church toys, ironing shirts on time + the balancing act that it takes to get my Houdini bag of tricks {entertainment for 3 hours} + Riggy into the Church in one piece without letting Jonah get hit by a car in the parking lot, all without raising my voice is a bit intimidating. I’m tired just typing it out. All of it frustrates me. It’s not easy. So, why do it? Why not just stay home? I do it because I know it’s worth it. I know that we are blessed beyond measure for being diligent + teaching our boys where true happiness is rooted. Jon says to us before he leaves each Tuesday night for meetings, “No place I would rather be than at home with my favorite buddies.” These words have been a great comfort to me. Jon is amazing + I count my lucky stars that he is my better half. The light will come, I know it will.

Last night we were over with some of our dear friends roasting s’mores + pizzas + we came home to an a anonymous package on our doorstep. This book + a note thanking me personally for my example of strength + effort. Letting me know that it has not gone unnoticed. It left me feeling like I could climb whatever mountain I’m asked from here on out. People are good. God is GOOD. Amazing, really. Me complaining about my Sunday might seem like absolutely nothing when compared to what’s on your plate. But in the big scheme of things, it’s all kinda the same. We are ALL fighting hard battles. Whether it’s known to the world or internally, we’ve all got our issues. So, BE A NICE HUMAN! Go out of your way to ask someone in the grocery how their day is going, deliver a plate of cookies to the new fam around the corner or just simply write a thank you note to your parents. We all need kindness. We all deserve to be happy. Go scatter some sunshine, spread your light to the rest of your world + in return, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised by the way you feel about yourself!

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LEMONADE

I’M STILL WITHOUT A PHONE RIGHT NOW. GOT MY OLD ONE BACK YESTERDAY 
+ THE SCREEN IS NOW COMPLETELY BLACK, SOOOO THAT’S REAL GOOD. 
THESE ARE BIG CAMERA MOMENTS THAT CAN HOLD US OVER
UNTIL I CAN SQUEEZE IN A FEW PHONE PICS. IPHONE 6 TO THE RESCUUUE.  
OTHER THAN NO COMMUNICATION THIS WEEK, IT SURE WAS LOVELY. 











 S W E E T S: temple night with morgan | jackson hole | the state fair | grandparent day at library reading time | fresh peaches |  social media detox, even if it wasn’t by choice | letters from my young women | long talks with ky #hiccups | visiting grandma in the hospital | the way riggins holds his arms back when he runs fast | walking in the avenue’s street parade | conquering the laundry | webb family reunion | grammy day + an extra 2 trips to the fair with grandpa gene + aunt ky | the flag wall | lucky charms on sale at smith’s | new glasses F I N A L L Y | orange canyon leaves | family picture outfits all picked out | riggins running to hide from the vacuum | not getting a ticket when we got pulled over | new chatbooks in the mail 

now, the sours. because I think they are important to document + just as fun to look back on.

S O U R S: shattering my phone + getting it back a week later NOT fixed. woof. | grandma’s foot surgery | fruit flies | going away party at young women’s | periods | missing girls night | creamy popsicle drama with jonah, i just need to stop buying them | registration expiring on car | kayti + greg moving out, we love them | plucking toooo many eyebrows, growing them out is torture | missing friends | another external hard drive scare | too cold for camping | checking out Holes from the library + it didn’t work | moldy bread AFTER i mixed up the tuna, haha #firstworldprobs | last week serving in young womens
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Superheros in my clean kitchen

There’s no music to my ears quite like my boys laughing together in the other room.
BUT, if they are laughing together AND there’s water splashing the kitchen sink, note to self, RUUUUUUN!!


G – “UH OH, What you guys doing in here?”
J – Ask Riggy.
G – Hey Riggins, what you guys doing?
J – Riggy can’t talk, Mom.
G – {trying not to laugh with my eyebrows raised a little}
J – Dad told us to fight the bad guys in the titchen today because it’s Riggy’s favorite.
G – Well, are you winning?
J – You happy mom?! Let me see your happy face!


They had absolutely no idea I stayed up waaay too late the night before making the kitchen shine,
BECAUSE:
A: dishes are not my favorite chore in the world.
B: It’s impossible if they’re awake, especially when Riggy snaps the dishwasher off the track 9 outta 10 times by standing on it.

A kitchen floor covered in water puddles? Forgetaboutit. We all got a good laugh.
The days are long but the years are short, at least that’s what they tell me.
I’ve got a hunch we’ll all get another good chuckle looking back on this someday.
“SOMETIMES BEING A BROTHER IS EVEN BETTER THAN BEING A SUPERHERO.”
That quote is perfect for the boys right now, they sure make quite the team.

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Lessons I learned from my broken iphone

“Sometimes I wish I would share more of my life because it’s a beautiful life. But sharing the best parts mean they’re not just mine anymore + I’m selfish like that.” —–Erin Stevens


My sweet friend Erin shared this thought on instagram + I can’t get it out of my head.
I find myself having this internal {to share or not to share} battle all to often.
I love my life. I love my kids. I love my family. That’s no secret.
But the struggle is knowing the best way to share my true feelings unapologetically.

It was Jonah’s birthday last Sunday + all morning I had this nagging feeling in my head
pressuring me to post a picture of the big birthday boy expressing my love for him.
Really? WHAT ON EARTH. Where did this come from? I was so annoyed.
No one put that pressure there but myself. No one is guilty here but me.
Is this all completely embarrassing for me to admit or what? {hand over eyes monkey emoji}
But you guys, it really bothered me that I felt such an obligation to share my feelings.
I know how I feel about him, he knows how I feel about him, + I know very well
that he doesn’t need an instagram shout-out to make him feel special on his birthday.
He could care less which friends remembered his birthday + which ones didn’t.
He is happy + forgiving + kind + pretty much the coolest little 3 year old I know. 🙂
I ripped a page or two out of his book on HIS birthday. He makes me better just by being here.

The best part about this story is that my phone totally broke on Sunday.
Like shattered, cut my finger tips if I touch it, broken for good, BROKE.
Perfect timing. I didn’t have a choice to post anything + it has been such a good week for me
to unplug + analyze which baskets my eggs are in right now.
Which of these baskets recirculate positive energy in my life + which ones are unnecessary.
I have loved spending less time on social media + more time “selfishly” documenting the
moments that mean the very most to me at the end of the day.

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Wasn’t this yesterday?


Today while I was on a conference call these pictures flashed across my screensaver. I melted dead in my tracks. Are pictures not such a gift? They are to me. Especially these ones! They capture so many raw emotions that words could never describe.

I remember these first moments with riggins so vividly.
Rigg was fresh 3 days old + it was a Sunday afternoon. Jon was still at Church.
My mom + Ky were there helping me get all settled in, but they also needed to be back home. 
I was doing everything I could to distract them, anything to make them stay longer.
Jonah was never really shy around Riggs like so many people told me he would be.
He smothered him with his kisses + he still insists on holding him wherever they go.
Rigg always breathed a little louder than normal + made us nervous that something was wrong.
I remember feeling embarassed + completely discouraged when Breastfeeding was just as hard 
the second time around. I hate to even admit it, but it’s the honest truth.
I would just shake + shake + shiver to myself trying to figure out those first few weeks 
with our new precious boy. Jon tried his best to comfort me. 
I remember the newborn scent that engulfed our home completely, justifying the loads 
+ loads + loads of laundry needing to be done. We didn’t get dressed very often. 
I remember crying in the Smith’s parking lot when I made it out of the house for the first time. 
I remember pleading numerous times a day for the strength + courage it would take to raise another little boy. 

It’s been over a year now + I still go to bed with some of the same worries. Motherhood is a tricky thing. It has stretched me to my very limits + taught me what love truly is. I’m not sure I will ever fully figure it out, but I do know that these pictures flashed by this morning as a reminder for me that things will be just fine.


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The Patten’s



















When you’ve got a friend like Erica Patten in your life, things get a whole lot easier.
She is loyal, she makes you laugh, she loves your kids, she brings you dinner without being asked,
she is positive, full of good advice + she has the best closet to choose from for family pictures.
I couldn’t ask for a more loving soul to laugh my way through motherhood with.
Erica loves her girls + is one of the most graceful mothers I’ve ever known.
I love the way her girls look up to her + hang onto her every word.
I love how excited Jonah gets to go play with Ivy Olive + Mae.
I also love how stoked Jon is when he hears Chris will be there too.
I could talk with Erica until sundown + I always leave feeling a little bit better about myself.
It’s very apparent the deep love that these guys share as a family. I admire it whole heartedly!
We are grateful to call The Patten’s our friends.