Homemaking.......

Last night Kirsten and I taught a class at Relief Society.  It was Christmas in July.  Just like an old fashioned Homemaking meeting! 

It started with a display and a sign up sheet.  Minimal cost but cutie things! 

Monday, Kirsten and I spent the afternoon doing our Visiting Teaching and shopping (in 111 degree heat I might add). 
Tuesday we went early to set up and prepared for our class. 

A lite dinner was served, we chatted and giggled.  A short cooking demo was hosted by the lovely Taina, she taught us how to make truffles (I call them bon bons) and they are wickedly good!!

Then we all started our classes.  We taught our cute boards, made with scrapbook paper, Elmer's glue, and a picture frame (see here).  Women flitted back and forth because they signed up for multiple classes, we talked, created, met and got to know new people, and had a lot of fun!

I miss homemaking meetings.  I know we are all really busy, but it was such fun to talk with women in the ward who are in Primary, or are not within the circle of ladies I work with or know.  I felt like I made several new friends, caught up on some old friends, and played with my SIL Kirsten.  Brenn got to come too, it has been a while since we did a mother/daughter homemaking.

The only thing missing was a quilt to tie for homecraft.

*sigh*

Haircut

So last Sunday we went to my cousin Andi's Sacrament meeting because her new baby was being blessed.  It was honestly a lovely baby blessing and the most boring Sacrament talks I believe I have ever heard.  And it went long. While trying to listen and failing my boys and I were discovering new and interesting things about ourselves:

Logan can touch his nose with his tongue

So can Dallin

Logan can roll his tongue

Dallin can't

Dallin can turn his tongue over without the help of his teeth

Logan can't

Logan can make his tongue look like a clover

Dallin can't

I know, riveting stuff but really.  After investigating all of the above Dallin proceeded to talk Logan into letting Dallin shave his head.  Did I mention it was a long meeting.  Dallin succeeded.  So between the first Sacrament meeting and the time ours started this is what happened:

Moral of the story:  Pay attention in Sacrament meeting no matter how boring or bad!!

My Poppa

I have always felt special to my Dad; I think all of his children feel this way. For me I was born 2 days after his birthday and 2 days before my Grandmothers birthday. I always felt like we all shared a special bond because of this, and the birthdays are all odd numbers and, well, so are we!

I trusted my Dad to fix anything. When my pink ten speed bike I bought with my own money broke down he was the one to fix it. When my car broke down, I could count on him coming to the rescue (even at my advanced age I still call my Dad). He taught me all about my car and engine. I helped him rebuild it, install dual carbs, and do the mainetence required for the care of a car. I impressed many a boy with my knowledge of cars, including my husband. The only lack in my knowledge was radiators. I bought my first car from my Dad, a blue Volkswagen square back. This vehicle was a cute car, baby blue with cloth interior that was plaid with blue and yellow. It was an automatic thus it went from 0 to 30 in about 6 minutes (hence the dual carbs) and I went a lot of miles in that car. He gave me a red bug for my 18th birthday. This had been my Mothers car and I was so excited. I had my first accident in that bug. Just a fender bender and Sonya and I had to get in on the passengers side for about 4 months before we were able to get it fixed (I am pretty sure we won body work at a church auction to get it fixed). I wasn’t allowed to take it to Rexburg to college, no way to keep it up and it was really cold up there. But when my parents moved from Colorado to Phoenix I drove it all twelve hours (with the 8 track and radio that didn’t tune). Dean rode with me and we thought we were so cool! I did not realize what I was in for in Arizona, I worked about 45 minutes away and had to be to work at 1pm, can you say hot? Volkswagens, well especially those built in 1969, do not have air conditioning. They also have black vinyl seats. I got really adept a parking in shade and leaving my windows down, one of my colleagues at work asked if I was worried my stereo would get stolen and I said, “No.” I mean who wants an 8 track (this was the 1980’s so 8 tracks were hard to come by) without the ability to tune in a radio station? The second time I broke down and the car caught on fire (I got it out without too much damage) my Dad declared I should probably think about buying a new car. The thought of A/C was a great motivation and He and I started to look. That was one of the best times with my Dad, looking, comparing and trying to figure out what I wanted and of course what I could afford. We ended up with a Ford Tempo, brand spanking new. I loved that car. It was so dependable and great on gas. You could be cruising at 95 mph and not realize it, which my Dad found out on a trip to Colorado with my Mom! I am so grateful my Dad took the time to teach us, even though we were girls, about cars.

Botox Baby....

How many mother/daughter botox parties do you know?  The daughter is only 19 but we wouldn't want any wrinkles to mar that lovely brow!

Okay - kidding - Brenn and I did get our Botox - for migrianes at the neurologist!  This is one of the best preventives I have found.  Just because I still have an unlined forehead doesn't mean I do it for the wrong reasons!  The Dr at the Mayo clinic wanted Brenn to wait a little longer to see if she still needed it due to her new meds as so we went 5 months between (instead of 3) and whoa baby!!  We both still need it badly!  This was the second time and hopefully I will feel better than I have. 

Now on the Algebra II - Logan is taking this online this summer - I am his awesome teacher!  Brenn got an A so I claim awesome teacher status.  This has cut into my blogging time (reading time) and I am in withdrawls.

Nothing much to report.  Dallin still needs a job - if anyone out there has a job for an 18 yr old who is a good worker and wonderfully smart to boot please contact Dallin!! 

I love Kai's new haircut.

Dreaming

Do you dream?  Do you remember your dreams?  Do your dreams effect your 'real' life?

I dream very vividly.  I usually remember my dreams.  I have a lot of deja vous.  Sometimes I dream about situations and when I wake up I am mad or glad or whatever.

Yesterday I took a nap (see previous post) while I was sleeping I had a very vivid dream.  In this dream we are on our way to Lake Powell.  My Father in law (FIL) is driving and we are all in the truck.  He stops about 2 miles from the boat ramp and gets out with my Mother in law (MIL) and gets in the boat.  He tells my 15yr old, Logan, to back the boat down.  Ken and I are in the back seat. Logan has never backed the boat anywhere, he is going backwards, about 40 mph and I am yelling at him to stop.  Ken, on the other hand, is telling him to keep going.  Ken is telling me to chill out and that he is fine.  I am yelling "STOP" at the top of my lungs.  I am so angry with Ken I can only hit him.  Logan blows by 2 stop signs, barely missing some big trucks and gets to the boat ramp.  I get out of the truck more angry than I have ever been.  Ken then tells me - "what is the big deal?  We are fine!"  I am just staggered that he would let Logan take that kind of responsibility and recklessness.  I am yelling about all of that and trying to figure out how I can get home.

At this point my Mom comes in our house and wakes me up.  My heart is pounding and I am so mad at Ken.  Luckily, Ken was at work and I was able to separate it into dream and reality.  But sometimes he is just such a jerk in my dreams.

This has happened often in our marriage, I will be mad at him for something that happened in my dreams.  Usually something totally out of character for Ken, but I have a hard time separating it for the first hour or so after waking.

I used to feel bad about this but Ken's Grandma Cole was mad at him for 2 days once because he sold her car and kept the money for himself, well, in her dream.  I laughed out loud when she told me this.  She was ready to read Ken the riot act when she finally figured it out. 

Too funny. 

Do you dream?

Nice and Quiet

I called Jen yesterday and caught her running kids here and there, while I had all the time in the world.  Now that school is out and the roof is done our house is very quiet. I feel a little guilty about that.

Dallin went to Cali with some friends for the week.  The ocean claimed his cellphone and one shoe.  They thought they had put their stuff up high enough on the beach (such newbies) and along came this big wave and..........

Logan is at wrestling camp all day and until today I only had to shuffle him to the high school and that was that.

Brenn is working and looking for another job and gone most of the day and night.

Ken is working, working, working.

Grandma is just Grandma.  We watch a little TV together, eat some and then she takes a nap.

Karen........

OK I did clean out a few of our pile spots, you know those spots that no one sees but just keep getting taller?  One is the dresser in our closet.

    I found:

Old Easter candy
2 pairs of Ken's pants - one needed hemming, the other to the cleaners - both layered in dust.
Several boxes of ammunition in the bags the store put them in.  Ken came home and asked where it all came from.
Brand new water bed heater - Dallin thought his broke, I checked and it was unplugged.
Several piles of clothing destined for DI
Miscellaneous trash.

Guess it was time.  I plan to go thru a few other pile places too.

I know as soon as Dallin comes home and Logan is done with camp things will pick up but I am enjoying the lull.

Stupid is as Stupid does....

Not to brag or anything but I rarely do really stupid things.  Anymore, I should say.  I know in my youth stupid things sometimes ruled my life but since I married Mr. Steady and matured to this ripe old age my stupidity factor as gone way down. 

Except for last week.  Busy on the roof, busy with graduation, busy with the last few days of school and busy with whatnot, I participated in 2 truely stupid thing.

1.  Thought I downloaded all of Dallin's graduation pictures off the camera into the correctly marked   folder, check.  Delete said pictures off of the camera card because Ken says I leave to many on and therefore create duplicates on the computer when they automatically download.  Feeling righteous, (a sure sign of my stupidity) I then go to upload all of the pictures of graduation, including the hour I spent trailing my son as he hugged, congratulated and posed with his friends, the appointed folder is             E-M-P-T-Y!!   AAAHHHHHHH!!!!  I have not felt that panicked in a very long time.  I got up and paced, fretted, cussed (sorry Mom) and then confessed only to Brenn.  So I spend the whole rest of the day searching and paying $30 for a program to recover data - I heard that it is never lost and Abbey (NCIS) recovers things all the time, isn't that what google is for?  So I did recover them, the resolution is not as good as usual but.....at least we have the pictures.  Did I mention that the Dentons didn't have their camera and I took pictures for them too?
2. Saturday I am up and running early so I can go to the store and pick up the last of the groceries Ken needs for his camp out and water, Gatorade and lots of ice for the workers on the roof.  In and out of the store, load groceries, 40 lbs of ice in the back seat of my truck, shut door, walk basket to collection place (see, righteous again) come back to truck to open door and get purse and keys out and yep - locked keys in truck.  We only have one set of keys because we misplaced the second set and are sure to find them anytime (2 yrs ago).  Call Ken, no help because of no keys at home, call my Dad - aren't dads great?  you can call at 7am and they will come to rescue you.  He has a slim jim but we cannot for the life of us unlock it.  I could unlock my VW bug with a coat hanger in about 30 seconds but apparently I am rusty.  Call the dealer.  He needs the truck to make a new key so he can program it, well that and $220 for a new key.  I explain the little problem and he tells me he can make a key that will just unlock the door but I need to bring my title.  Where is this dealer?  68th and McDowell.  For the record about 16 miles from my home.  So my Dad kindly takes me, I get said key for $7.50 and go to rescue the ice.  Key does not work.  Call dealer back.  Go back 16 miles and get 2 more keys he made that look identical to first key.  Pray.  Try one key, no go, try 2nd key - success.  My early start ends at 10:30am.  UUUGGHHHHH!!!

Let's just say I like the less stupid path!

Mostly Done....

When I am right I usually love it and proclaim it from the roof tops.  But this time I worried, (unlike me) stewed, grumped, and was rewarded with a few days of nasty headaches!!  At the beginning of last week, after a weekend of roofing I told my hubby that there was no way we (he) could finish the roof by Monday May 31st.  Important because all of the males in our home were going on Super Activities for church starting early Tuesday morning.  I also knew that he could not work on the roof on Wednesday or Thursday due to our son graduating from seminary and high school.  So Ken's solution was to take Friday off.  I was somewhat pacified but still knew it would be an impossible task.  Friday morning came and when Dallin came home from Grad night Ken and Logan got up and got on the roof.  Kens plan was to work until 9 and then he had to go to work for a couple hours, come home and wake up Dallin and work until they dropped.  Get up Saturday and repeat,(except for the work part) rest on Sunday, Monday repeat.  So Friday when does Ken get home from work?  4.  What was my blood pressure?  Actually I already had a killer headache and knew if I didn't chill I would pay big time.  I was not too worried until we had to replace all of the plywood under the shingles, 150 pieces of plywood, YIKES!!

Luckily, on Sunday Ken spoke with a friend who finished his roof the weekend before and he volunteered to come on Monday and help.  Plus he brought another roofing nailer.  Note to self:  2 nailers are sssoooo much better than one!!!  Between Jason, my brother Dean, his boys Kai, Jake and Treven, Ken and Dallin and Logan - not to mention my SIL Kirsten who made me look bad by being on the roof at 5am Monday morning while I was in BED waiting for medicine to work!!  After 3 trips to Home Depot - a break at 3pm for BBQ at the Dentons (I know this seems weird but it was too hot to keep moving the shingles) then back at it at 6 with ME on the roof too we shingled the whole thing!  I am sure my neighbors hate us!  Most nights we knocked off by 11-12 but Monday it was at least 1 when we got off the roof and still had to pick up and put things away.  Needless to say there are a few things to finish but for the most part it is done!!  I am sore and tired.  I am sure my boys and Deans boys slept all the way to Utah!!

What a job!!  At about midnight on Monday, my bro Dean looked up at the teenagers and

said " so who is going to college?"

All agreed to finish college......hhmmm  wonder why?

Just a few things to finish up this weekend and hopefully it doesn't leak!!

Graduation!!!

Dallin graduated from High School on May 27, 2010 and also from 4 years of seminary.

This is for the Dentons! 

Tucker and Dallin

Grandma Kathy

Grandpa Ed

Lots of Family!!

Lots of Girls!!

Triumphant!!!

It's official!

I have finally done the one thing

GUARANTEED

to change my status:

I wrapped 2 pieces of chicken fingers in a napkin and put it in my purse to bring home!!

I guess this is not far behind!!

Dallin graduated from Seminary last night and will walk for the high school tonight!!  Pictures to follow.

Last Cinnamon Roll Tuesday!

Today was the last Cinnamon Roll Tuesday.  Although the kids offered to still come all summer long!

It has been a fun tradition.  These kids, who are on the edge of adulthood, making decision that will impact the rest of their lives yet are so kind and grateful for a few cinnamon rolls.  Today it was signing of yearbooks and talking of where they will go to college.  Missions were also a major topic. 

When I was in my youth, the adults were afraid for the future.  My generation was going to drop the ball (maybe we have) but I have no fear for the future.  These children (for at least 2 more days) are looking ahead.  They are kind, polite, smart, caring, strong, true and willing to help each other.  I did not know kids like this existed when I was their age.  I am proud to help mother them, after all, that is what Cinnamon Roll Tuesday has been about for me.  Mothering while I can.

I see my future coming really fast.  My last child will turn 15 this next Sunday.  He starts High School in the fall.  My oldest is almost 20 and Dallin only has about 6 more months until a mission for our church.  My mothering days are somewhat numbered so I have chosen to spread that duty to whomever comes in our door or within my vicinity.

I got to spend the day with my friend Jen yesterday.  We laughed, gabbed and pretty much had a nice visit.  I got to cuddle her sweet, beautiful Eve, giggle over Hyrums big sigh when he made the potty on time and shock all of the teenagers who came for lunch.  They could not believe that Moms could just hang out!!  She has good mothering years left.  I will always be a 2nd mother to her children (whether Hyrum likes me or not!) I am blessed to call that family mine too. But it called to my attention that my life will change soon, faster than I am sure I can be ready. 

But mostly, when I think about it I think - CRAP!!  I am getting old!!  And then my body confirms it!

Roofing is dangerous!!

We are so thankful for all of the help we received!! We ended up having to replace all of the plywood under the shingles (that's why so many holes in the ceiling) we got quite a bit done and hope to finish off the job before the first of June. Nothing like having to double your budget. YUCK!!  

Here is where Dallin straddled a beam.  He thought he was stepping on a board and went thru the siding on the back porch.  Poor guy.

Here is the hole Brad made in my den.  Luckily he caught himself before free falling.

Here is a hole caused by Tuckers foot!

I think this picture looks like an artist rendering of a big job!  !!

Also, Logan got his braces off!!  He is so excited. His teeth look fabulous!!

Roof Rats

Look who showed up to help us demo our roof...

Looks like cinnamon roll Tuesday did pay off!!

My Charming Son showing his love for his mom (you can tell because he didn't go full moon!)

So Brenn has Syphilis.......

Poor Brenn, she has been diagnosed by a leading expert......

Logan

Who had to write 5 page paper on Syphilis for Biology last week and considers himself an expert.

Therefore he has diagnosed Brenn with this dreaded disease all because she has some nasty sores on her tongue.

Poor, poor Brenn........

I wonder if I should be worried??

I think we will probably be safe waiting for the sores to heal, but I promise to keep an eye on her level of crazy!

Headache and the Flu....

Been silent for a while, I had a very bad week last week.  Bad migraine for 3 days and slid right into the flu.  I am finally better and upright.  Do you know how long it takes to get your house back in order when Mom is on the fritz?

I wanted to share our (Brenn and I) new obsession.  This is the kind of art I can create (sorry Jenny).

This is for my cousin Andi - it is 2 ft X 2ft, with a frame.  The picture is taped to the glass so you can change it out as your kid grows.  It just so happens she had some pictures taken that matched the colors perfectly.  I have to give props to my SIL Kirsten because she helped me put this together.  We love our Cricut!!  We have made 4 of these and have the wood for 4 more.  I am going to teach a class (with Kirsten, Please?) for the Christmas in June enrichment. 

This is the one Brenn and I made for Heidi and Sam.  Such fun!!  I am always

up for a fun craft.  Whoops, I mean art!!

This is my next project.  I can copy anything.  Not great at the original stuff, but I can copy anything.

Wednesday we are starting our roof.  Yes, we are dedicated do-it-yourself 'ers (read this cheap) and we had a bunch of the boys who come to cinnamon roll Tuesday offer to help us strip the roof soooo....

Here comes the fun!  It ought to be an interesting week.

Dallin's Senior Pictures and Announcement

Dallin's Graduation Announcement - Taahdaa!!


This took me way too long to do but I am really pleased with how it turned out (kinda like the kid, ya know?!).

Now I figured out the process on Photoshop and will be faster in the future.  Now my mailbox is full of out going mail and I have a few stragglers to track down addresses (darn those missionaries) and I am finished with this part.  I am so proud of this young man!

Isn't he handsome?

Brenn took the pictures and did a great job!  Check out her other photos at her blog.

Happy Mothers Day?

I have been wrestling with posting something this week.  Up until a couple of years ago I loved Mothers day and figured all mothers did too.  I was enlightened by a wonderful talk in Sacrament Meeting.

 Really, I did like a day where all of my children tried to be really nice, Ken cooked dinner and he badgered the kids to do the dishes.  I could take a nap and not have to explain it to anyone.  Best of all I could go and buy whatever I wanted for Mothers day (within reason, of course) and give it to Ken to wrap up.  What's not to like?

Now I am supposed to feel guilty.  I am supposed to feel like I am not good enough to be a mom.  I yell at my children and sometimes I don't cook dinner (OK I only cook dinner about half the time).  I am supposed to feel ......(insert inadequacy here).

I have a hard time with self analysis.  I am hardly ever too hard on myself.  I usually give myself the benefit of the doubt, well if I even think about it at all.  I am not a real deep thinker.  If I hear it and it sounds right to me I am good with that.

Plus, I have great role models.  Women who have lived interesting, ground breaking lives and are confident in who they are.  My Grandma (or Grammy as we have taken to calling her) was a busy soul.  She served those around her with an ease that I am still reaching for.  She was deeply involved in whatever her kids volunteered her for and then some.  My Moms high school boyfriend still calls her and comes to see her.  My Mom is a force of nature.  She is the poster child for 'git 'er done!'  She loves her children and grandchildren and leaves no doubt that she would help in anyway possible.  She is not a huge worrier, something I inherited.  She stands firm on gospel sod and is the picture in my head when I hear about standing firm and immovable.  My aunt Jan is the first person I knew who went thru a divorce.  She handled it with grace and dignity (I was 15 and watching) she then rebuilt her life, found a great husband and I still have my kids 'take a swig' to measure liquid medicine.  My aunt Linda had a career and a family.  She was up close and personal with the glass ceiling.  I always loved to hear my Uncle Jerry (her husband) extol how proud he is of her and her accomplishments.  Then there are the Ladies in the family I married into.  Ken's Grandmothers were women to admire, to emulate, and to love.  My MIL Kathy is the kindest person I have ever met.  She is a gracious hostess (almost every single Sunday) and a very loving mom and grandmother. His aunts are the best!  I can sit a chat with any of them (an often do) for hours at a time.

Last but not least are the girlfriends I have got to know over my mothering years.  Sonya - wanted to be a mom first and foremost.  Jenny - we learned to deal with kids together, experimenting with alarm clocks and blackout curtains, movies passes and park day, scrapbook Fridays and weddings.  My great SILs (who are more friends than just family) all of who have talents and I enjoy immensely at Lake Powell or when ever we can all get together (Kirsten is my neighbor so it is easier with her).

With all of these fab women who love me and like me too, how can I feel bad?

I choose to spend Mothers day celebrating.  All women, regardless of how they view themselves, deserve this one day to feel GOOD!  So....

Happy Mothers Day!!!

Risque` Post - read at your own risk

Disclaimer:  This is not the most uplifting of topics and I apologize if it is offensive but this is suppose to chronicle my family and this is just to good to pass up.

At the Junior high yesterday they ran a bus drill.  Making sure each student knows how to exit a bus in an emergency situation, it is important, even if lost on a bunch of 14-15 year olds.  During this drill one of the children in Logan's class made a smart, inappropriate remark and the rest of the class laughed.  One of the vice principals reprimanded them harshly.  Telling these children they were not living up to the integrity of Poston Junior High, etc.

In light of the trouble caused the teacher gave homework relating to the incident, a letter of apology to the  vice principal.

Logan felt this was undeserved, as was the reprimand.  According to him they have practiced since first grade and it was hard to take it seriously, plus all they really did was laugh. 

His apology letter confiscated by his mother:

Dear Ms. ____________

I apologize for the way some of my classmates acted.  Especially for the one kid who said 69.  People should not have been laughing when he said 69.  It is not something to laugh about, 69 that is.  The way you disciplined us was good in my opinion.  I am so glad that we have someone like you as vice principal not some wimpy person.  But someone who keeps Poston's reputation going!  I still feel bad about the 69 thing.  69 should not be said around campus.  It is not even that funny.  I mean I don't get it it is only two numbers put together 6 and 9.  I am sorry for that.

When he would not let me read it I became really suspicious.  So I finally wrangled it out of his hands and read it.  First off I should get the Academy Award for not laughing until I cried (that came later), but told him it was wrong and he would get in way more trouble.  He pointed out he did not sign it, but really I am sure they would have recognized his handwriting. 

Then I looked him in the eye and asked if he knew what it meant.  He assured me he did.  I quizzed him further and asked where he learned such a thing and he told me an 8th grader explained it to him.  HHhhmmmm.

I made him write a proper letter and took him to school. 

I am recording this, with his permission, for posterity and so when he is 40 and his teenager is giving him fits I can read it back to him!

Family Project

Since Dallin is getting ready to graduate and preparing for a mission we as a family decided to try to read the whole Book of Mormon, during family scripture study, before he leaves.

I figured it out and there are 238 chapters.  244 days until the end of the year (hopefully he will have his call by then).  We are trying to be really dedicated to reading every morning (sometimes hard when you wake-up with a headache) at 7am. 

I notice such peace in our house when we are obedient to this counsel.  It sounds like it should be easy peasy but we struggle sometimes.  Luckily all five of us are old enough to get up (and wake everyone else if they sleep through the alarm), it really helps if I am not the only one pushing for this to get done.

I am so grateful for the tools we have to bring us closer to our Heavenly Father.  Great scripture to testify of Christ, to show us how to live and what we should focus our time and talents.  I am always amazed at how fast we can go from obedience to wickedness in such a short amount of time.  Straight is the way and narrow is the gate - I am trying to aim my family towards.

I am so proud of Dallin and his decision and excitement to serve a mission. He is such a great man.

Glee and Madonna!

I am a huge Glee fan! I think the Madonna episode is the best one yet!

It's all in the details.

I love Sue Sylvester - and her quip about desperately seeking Susan. I felt bad for my kids because they did not get all of the references or the costumes.

CLEVER, CLEVER!!

The last number was so good. I have been singing Madonna ever since (yes, even in the shower).

How I wish I could sing well - I do sing but....no one would call it pretty.

Tonight is Kristen Chenoweth - she is amazingly talented.  Besides singing and dancing her comedic timing is spot on.

Can't wait until tonight!

Prom 2010

Prom as a Senior!  Dallin and Tate both looked so handsome!

Dallin and Kyleigh - isn't she cute!  Her dress was lovely.

Tate and Kim.

Because it's all about the shoes!!

 

 

 

 

We hosted the dinner in our backyard.  I figured out how to seat all 16 at the same table and still get to chat and have fun together.

It turned out beautiful.  I borrowed some stuff from my friend Jen (wedding and all) and the other mothers helped by each bringing one thing.  Tate's mom Kim helped me serve and clean up.  What a fun day.  I really love to have them at our house, I get to see all the girls in their beautiful dresses and the boys in their tuxes - so much fun!!!