Happy Birthday To Efee!!

Well, it's Efee's birthday today and he's 9 years old. I can't believe it's been 9 years since he came into our lives. He was born on my Grandpa's 87th birthday, and 17 months after his big brother, Dio, also he was born 6 months exactly after September 11th 2001. He was a great baby, really happy and good natured and a great eater, he got so chubby and cute.

We had his party at our local swimming pool with six of his best friends. I was a little nervous about seven 8 and 9 year olds at the pool, plus my other 3 kids, but they were all really good and well behaved. This morning I let him open his presents before school because he was so excited. He got a couple games for his DS, like he needs another reason to play it, but oh well.

We had fun playing in the pool tonight and eating pizza and cupcakes. He has such a good group of friends, all really good kids. They're here at our house or Efee's at one of their houses several times a week, and it's fun to get to know them and their families. It's good to know your kids are surrounded by good kids with good parents and families. I've become friends with a lot of his friend's moms through the boys playing together. A nice perk to my kids having great friends!

The waves were on here, always exciting for the kids to body surf or ride it out in tubes.

We had such a good time and Efee told me it was a good birthday, the "best birthday ever!". We are so glad he is in our family and we look forward to many more birthdays with him. We are blessed to have such a wonderful, sweet young man in our lives.

Happy Birthday to the best 9 year old we know!!

About us, as if you didn't know

This is our youngest, we call him Bird. He's 2 & 1/2 and all boy. He keeps me on my toes and running behind him, cleaning up his messes. He likes to throw things. I thought it would be easier when all the other kids were in school all day, but he's the work of 4 all by himself. Nap time is what I live for each day, a couple hours of sanity, if I'm lucky. But he's sweet and loving too, he has a huge vocabulary and says the funniest things in his unusually deep voice. He says "I yuv you" all the time, so sweet.

This is our tiny little Gruber, he's almost 6 and in all-day Kindergarten. He's great at math and is well liked by his classmates. I go to his class each week to help out and I enjoy spending that time with him and getting to know his friends and teachers. He's smart and understands sarcasm, probably because I'm a pretty sarcastic person, so he's used to it. He was my tiniest baby at 6 lbs 9 oz and is still a little bean, tall and thin. Bird calls him GaGa, so he might get called that from time to time, try not to get confused.

This is our second born. We'll be calling him Efee. He's almost 9 and in 3rd grade and so sweet and smart and funny. His teacher tells me how funny he is at school. He's got a great sense of humor and makes friends with absurd ease. He was my biggest baby, born at 38 weeks, the longest I ever managed to carry a baby, but he also had some breathing problems at birth that kept him in the NICU for a week. Every birthday that he has, I reflect on that tiny baby laying in the hospital and how scared I was for him, and I'm so grateful for the health of all my children, something I don't take for granted.

This is our oldest, Dio, his nick name comes from himself, actually. He started talking well very early and Dio was what he called himself and it stuck. He's 10 and in 4th grade. He started reading before kindergarten (do you see a pattern here?) and he's never stopped. He's always got his nose in a book and loves reading. He's a very responsible child, a nice trait to have in an oldest kid. He was the only baby that I knew for sure was a boy before the ultrasound, I just knew. He loves to travel, anytime we go anywhere, he really enjoys experiencing new places and things, he especially loves large cities.



This is me and my wonderful husband, aren't we cute? I was born and raised in Sandy, Utah. I have 7 sisters and 1 brother. I stay at home with my kids and I'm a runner and I love yoga. I'm training for my second marathon which is on June 11th, so the blog might occasionally turn into a sort of training log when I get further into it and running becomes all consuming. I just started week three of my 16 week training schedule. I'm doing well so far, I get headaches every Saturday after my long run, but we're working through it. Excedrin is my friend. I think my neck and back muscles need to get used to the pounding on the pavement since the last couple years, most of my running has been on a treadmill, much less jarring to the body. But, I need to run outside for the race, so I need to train outside too.




My husband, David, raised in West Jordan, Utah. There are 5 kids in his family 4 boys and 1 girl. Our families are quite opposite. He's a hard worker and spent a lot of the years of our marriage in school getting a good education. He has an MBA from the U of U and he works hard every day so I can stay home with our kids. He works for a wonderful company and I'm amazed at the things he's accomplished and the hard things he deals with in his job to provide for our family.



We were married in June of 1999, in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. It will be 12 years in June and it's gone by so fast. Sometimes I look around and I can't believe it's been that long, I still feel 21, most of the time. But I have 4 kids and the stretch marks to prove that I'm not 21 anymore!


I am going to keep my blog public, for now. We'll see how it goes. I'm going to be using nicknames for my kids, so if you comment about them, use their nicknames. I think it's easier to stay public, I do realize what I put out there to the world is out there forever, so I'll try to keep that in mind.

Well, here I go!! This is something I've been considering and kicking around for a while. I have been very resistant to the idea of a blog simply because my life is not very exciting, so I'm not sure that anyone will be interested in it. But in the end, this is really for my benefit. I need a way to journal, but also put pictures in and remember events in our lives. I've never been great at writing in a journal, but I type a lot faster than I write, so maybe, just maybe this will help me to be better at keeping a journal.

Another reason for this blog is that we happen to live two hours away from family, a distance that is destined to get longer in the near future, as we face the reality of being relocated by my husband's company, this is something we've known about since he started with them three years ago, we don't know where or when it will be, but we do know it's coming. In fact, I'm surprised we've been here this long, I thought we'd have been moved before now, but we love it here and have made wonderful friends, so I'm not complaining about any additional time we're given. Our families (especially the grandmas and grandpas) see a lot less of our kids then they would like, so hopefully this will be a way for them to feel closer to us when the miles between us get to be too much. My parents are leaving in two months to serve their second mission for the Church and I want them to be able to stay connected because I think I was probably the worst letter writer of all their kids last time they were gone.
As you can see, the title of my blog is pretty self explanatory, I am totally outnumbered. Four boys and a husband, there's a lot of testosterone flowing in my house, but I wouldn't have it any other way. What woman wouldn't want to be surrounded by total handsomeness every day? My boys are wonderful and each one is a blessing, and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, even without a daughter in my life. I always tell my sisters that when their daughters are driving them crazy, Aunt Sara can spend some time with them and do girl stuff for a while.

I'm not promising stellar writing abilities, or daily posts, but I will try to make my blog interesting and fun and informative. Most of all, I will post pictures so everyone can enjoy the fun, the excitement, and cuteness that having 4 boys can be. Enjoy!