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Into October

New Room

We made the move, and Hinckley now has his own room. This has meant more sleep for Kassie (she doesn't wake up at any slight rustle of noise coming from his direction), and more sleep for Hinckley (he doesn't wake up when I get up in the morning to get ready for work). It is sort of sad and crazy that he is out of the room, and on his way to be a toddler. But that is what happens! 



One of the first nights in H's own room.


New Etsy Shop

It was about 2 weeks ago that Kas began working towards opening her own Etsy shop. It has been fun to watch her make things and play around with the best way to get people to see her stuff. She is really creative and simply enjoys making things. We aren't looking to make a fortune or anything, but it would be nice to have a fun hobby, and have it pay for itself! 

Check it out!

If you know of anyone that is looking for baby products, come look at Kassie's site. More products will be coming.  


Enjoying the Present

This time in our lives is extremely challenging. It can be hard to not think back on our BYU days and wish for those times to come back, or look to the future about all the things ahead. We are trying to follow the counsel from the Prophet, Thomas S. Monson. In one of my favorite talks of all time he stated:
This is our one and only chance at mortal life—here and now. The longer we live, the greater is our realization that it is brief. Opportunities come, and then they are gone. I believe that among the greatest lessons we are to learn in this short sojourn upon the earth are lessons that help us distinguish between what is important and what is not. I plead with you not to let those most important things pass you by as you plan for that illusive and nonexistent future when you will have time to do all that you want to do. Instead, find joy in the journey—now.
We had some time last week to go to the Tulsa Rose Garden. It was so
calming and peaceful there. I think it was exactly what we needed. 



First time to the temple since before Hinckley was born. Thanks to an angel ward member that took us and watched H

Yes, he is chunking up a bit. 




The sun setting on the Arkansas river along the Riverside trail. It is hard to describe how wonderful it was. 

School is still rough for me. This pic was taken as one of
my students was hurtling everything on and in his desk in anger. 

Hinckley looks like a vampire here (it is saliva) but he still has a cute smile. 

We are already realizing how short these moments are. Hinckley is pretty much grown out of all his clothes we have! I have already been teaching for 2 months. Time doesn't stop, and all things come and go. We are blessed to be here in Tulsa, and hope to continue finding joy and peace in the small moments that come each day. 

Comments

  1. I love this post! Oh my word Hinckley is ENORMOUS! haha! what a cutie. And Kas that's such a cute picture of you! I love your hair. Grey what a great picture of the river--wow, it's stunning!

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  2. Yes! Thanks for sharing these photos/vids and your labels and text. Really felt like a visit!

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  3. Wow, has Hinckley ever put on the pounds! And the laughing and cooing and talking!!!! Amazing. What a cute boy and what a beautiful place you live in.

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  4. I sure hope you guys can come up for christmas because I am dying to meet little Hinckley! What a handsome fellow. The move to his own room is hard, but such a relief too. :) Nice work you guys!

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