Happy Birthday Quade!

QUADE

This weekend my sister Monica had her oldest sons 6th birthday party. It was really cute. It was a kite theme. She bought a kite for all the kids to fly. The sad thing is that there was no wind. The kids worked hard trying to get their kites up in the sky.

Hanna and Eliza

Eliza got hers up a little.

Katie and her Mickey kite.

Kedrik blowing bobbles

Grant and Katie

The best of friends and the worst enemies.

Pinata Time

Quade did not want any one else to go. He started hitting the pinata and did not want to share. So I tried to help get the stick and he started to hit me with it. The kid is a nut. He hates me most of the time but always wants to come to my house.

Katie got a turn.

Jillian's turn

Eliza's turn

Eliza was having a rough time this day. She fell earlier before the birthday party and scratched up her knee and elbow. Then when she was trying to get her kite up she was running and did not see another kite string and got it rung around her neck. It left a rope burn on her neck. There was so much crying. I didn't get the picture of it but Ester broke the pinata.

It was a fun birthday party. I love spending time with my sisters and mom. I can't believe Quade is six. He is one crazy kid. I love him to pieces. Happy Birthday Quade.

February 2009 Sand Dunes

It is Always Fun at the Sand Dunes!

Yes another trip to the sand dunes. We went for a long weekend. We usually don't stay over on a Sunday but we did this time because the kids didn't have school on Monday. Our family rule is not to ride on Sunday. To try to keep the day different and to still remember it is a Holy day. That is hard to do at the sand dunes. We went on a long family drive that was 34 miles one way. We tried to go kind of on a leisure ride. I did any way. I kind of had to remind Clint to take easy. He did good considering all the huge dunes we went by. It was fun to see so much sand. It is really pretty. We went with our friends the Brice's again. I like going with them they are fun to be with. They have a projector with a big screen and we watched a movie outside. It was really chilly there. Jacob Clint and Jimmy tried several times to do the SOBE bombs. We only had 7 SOBE bottles each time they would put one in the fire I would get so scared. I am so thankful nothing happened. A SOBE bomb is a glass bottle filled with gas then you put the lid back on with a whole in the top and stick it in the fire. We have always seen them done from a distance. They are done a lot at the sand dunes. I did not like watching it up and close. I was worried Clint would burn down my camper. He is know to do things like that. Of course not on purpose. Clint and Jimmy worked hard on their sand rails that would start and then have problems but in the end they worked. My girls love playing with the sand, the yellow quad and Shy the Brice's dog who is so good. I told my kids that if we ever got a dog which we won't I would totally get a dog like theirs. She is good and really pretty for a dog. Jacob got to ride with David his cousin a little. They ride really well for being so young. I have something funny to share that my nephew Danny said. We went on a family ride when we first got there. Which is different then it used to be. Clint used to get there and go on a ride with just the guys and leave me with the kids. It used to make me so mad. He would say Renee you don't ride my speed. I got used to that. He has started wanting to go on more and more family rides now. It is a nice change. So we went on a family ride and the nephews went with us because their dad Russ went with his guy friends on a fast ride. Anyway I was going kind of slow and careful because I had Isabelle our friends baby buckled in the back of the rhino with two of my girls and Danny in the front. He said to me what is this the Lewis and Clark expedition get moving. He is only ten. I told him I was being careful because of the baby. Then he said wait when did you have another baby. I said since the last time I saw you two weeks ago. Then I told him it was our friend's. He is so cute with babies. On our way back he sat in the back with Isabelle and held her hand. My nephews are good boys. They are being raised differently then my children are. But they are really good boys. I really like spending time with them. Danny is fun to talk to and very entertaining. David is fun and really funny. Both of the boys are just really sweet. I am glad we get to spend time with them at the sand dunes. Before we went this time Clint and Jacob worked hours on the sand rail to get it running again and Clint added a third seat for the kids to ride in it. He really worked hard on it and I just realized I never got a ride in it. Maybe next time. Monday it was time to pack up. I was so sore from our long trip the day before that I was no fun. I drove this time and pulled the trailer with the sand rail to try and have a little more peace with the kids and Clint drove his truck with the toy hauler. There wasn't very much peace. The kids still fought. But it is worth it because it is always fun at the sand dunes.

The Hyman Boys

Russel, Israel, Seth, Clinton & Adam

I love this picture.This is my cute husband and his brothers at Grandma Holt's memorial. I think my husband is the cutest. He just shines. I really love him. I think he is a good example to his brothers. He is right in the middle. Two older and two younger. He has good brothers. They really respect one another. They have a good time together. I remember the first time I was with them all I thought I was watching an episode of the Brady Bunch. I thought this can't be real, but it was 100% real. They just laugh and laugh a ton when they are together or quote silly movies to one another. The brothers are all different with different beliefs some the same and they all get along. I find that really cool. I just wanted to share that about the Hyman boys.

I found my true love.

As most of you know I met my husband when he was serving faithfully and diligently as a full time missionary in the Hartford, Connecticut mission. He served there from February 1994 -1996. His last seven months were in my ward. The Southbury ward in the New Haven, CT stake. Our family has always been close to the missionaries ever since my Mom sisters and I joined the church in 1988.
I had gone away to beauty school and came back to live with my mom in 1994 with intentions of serving a mission. My twin sister Monica left on her mission in August of 1995. My sister Carla was attending the U of U so I was at home with my mom. Now that I knew how to cut hair I did it for a service for the missionaries. They would come over for dinner and get a free haircut while they were there.

Just before Monica left on her mission. She would hang out with the sister missionaries in our ward a lot and go on splits. She would tote the Sisters and Elders around on their P-day. I know that wouldn't be allowed today but it was OK back then. Anyway I remember her coming home from being with the Sisters and Elders all day. She was upset. I asked her why. She told me we got a new Elder in our ward and he is so rude. She said he was making fun of her. (well she thought) So I took her opinion of this new Elder in our ward. I had my guard up when he first came over for dinner and a haircut. Monica had made a name for him Elder Punk. She said he had a punk like attitude. So the Elders came for dinner and haircuts. This Elder Punk made me so nervous the first time I cut his hair that I started to sweat. He seemed so picky. I told my mom not to have them over for dinner again that the new Elder made me sweat when I gave him a haircut and I didn't care for him very much or his companion at that time. So time went by Monica went on her mission and Carla off to Utah for school. We would have the missionaries over still because my mom is so sweet. Well Elder Punk got a new companion.

A brand new Elder fresh out of the MTC. He was so sweet and kind. We started having them over a little more. Elder Punk had now been in my ward for 4 or 5 months now. He seemed to not be as bad as Monica had made him sound. He was fun and very dedicated to what he was sent to do serve our Lord. I started to see him in a different light. Carla came home for the holidays in December. She was now going to go to school from home so she wouldn't be leaving again. I was happy about that. Anyway I remember going to church the Sunday after Carla got home and Elder Punk was happy to see Carla. I remember feeling so jealous. I was mad at myself I could not understand why I felt this way. Then the next Sunday after that was the Christmas Sunday and Elder Punk was in our ward choir. I watched him sing I could not take my eyes off him and it hit me hard I was in love with this elder. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to eat. I couldn't sleep. I would pray to Heavenly Father for guidance. The missionaries came over for Christmas day dinner. I had butterflies the whole time. I remember looking into Elder Hyman eyes so strong I thought I gave myself up. But being a man it flew over his head. We brought them home that night and when I got back home I saw a shooting star and me being me with a little girls mind wished upon it. I wished to have Elder Hyman in my life forever. I knew he would be leaving soon to go home from his mission. I couldn't tell him how I was feeling he was a missionary. For those of you that know me I often stick my foot in my mouth. Oh my heck was this ever hard for me not to just blurt it out that I was in love with him. I prayed so hard to know what to do many many times. I knew how important it was for me not to break any mission rules. I was answered in prayer to be patient. That is not something I do very well. I was answered over and over again the same thing. It was hard to take this answer but also comforting. It gave me hope. Now I wanted the missionaries over every week and wanted to help them with rides and investigators however I could. I fell even more and more in love with Elder Hyman as the time went by and it killed me not to tell him. I almost slipped a few times. I remember getting up set as the time went on that he would be going home. I had a sister missionary friend that was leaving the same day Elder Hyman left so we went to the airport to see them off. I wrote Elder Hyman a note and told him how I felt about him. I gave it to him with a tape of music that reminded me of him. This was February 9 1996. He waved and looked at me just before he stepped on to the plane. He called me two days later as Clint not Elder Hyman. We talked for five hours on the phone. He told me he wanted to see what would happen. He came to visit six weeks later. We were married five months after he got home from his mission. In the Mesa temple.
I know without a doubt that our Heavenly Father had His hand in our meeting. I am so thankful for that and for that shooting star. We were obedient and faithful in our doings and I found my true love.