Day 6- Because you. would have thrown these suckers away a long time ago.
Noun 1.A Mom with seven kids and one fat pug. 2. Crazy, wild, loud, loving, forever
Monday, November 15, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Name that child
Day 5-Because in 6 weeks sleeping in on Sunday morning will be sorely missed.
I miss those days of just sleeping, simply stated, just sleeping. No reason to wake up, no bones that ache or child that has elbowed you 20+ times throughout the night and you just can't handle one more poke! No looking at the clock and reading 8:03 then instantly feeling that pain of guilt because you've slept too long and so much needs to be done. Oh those days, teenagedom.....ICK!!! Never mind give me the creaking joints, grey hair, elbows in ribs, guilt from sleeping in. I like my 30's, now 40 that's going to be another issue(Jessie ) =)
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Beautiful Autumn Red
Day 4-For the autumn blaze maple trees that you adored and ALWAYS make me think of you.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Feeding the masses or otherwise known as Dinner
Day 3-For Friday night traditions started so many years ago.
Pizza and a movie is just as much a Summers Household staple as peanut butter and jelly. The week just wouldn't feel complete without a Friday night movie and picnic style in the living room pizza dinner. Some things just can't be tinkered with, enough said.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Day 2...Emma's Hair
Because you wouldn't believe how funky lucky number sevens hair can get and DANG it can get funky! Little miss curly or "turly" as Emma calls them sure does get a good head of cotton candy hair worked up when she sleeps. Curly Shirley always makes me smile.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
A Day in The Life. ... 365 days for dad
Because you meant the world to us.
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Needing to find joy, the positive side, the stinkin' silver lining, I've decided to find EACH day some snippet of sunshine Duane would enjoy. Today is Day 1 also November 10, 2010, two years since he physically left us to start his new assignment by our Heavenly Father. I earnestly want to fulfill this personal assignment, daily remembering to be grateful, finding those things that make me smile. I might completely fall flat on my patookie and go something like 80 days without posting but that is the task and I'm up to the challenge. Wish me luck and enjoy 365 days filled with the quirks of the Summers household; all seven nut heads, all three puppies, the weird food, the antics and of course me, the ringleader of all the chaos.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Cloudy With a Chance of Sneakers
I love my large family, but occasionally shoe accumulation occurs. Now if only those could be meatballs, that would be a yummy site!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
pioneer "giants " in their covered wagon
Jack and Hannah
giddy up
Ben and Hannah heading out to nauvoo
Friday, July 16, 2010
Sometimes He Lets it Rain
Tonight I was given a simple, quick reminder. Molly called me outside to watch a summer thunderstorm roll in, the clouds, the lightening, the deep yellowy orange, it was such beauty.
The storm only took around 20 minutes from start to finish, short and sweet and to the point. I watched the rain start, the wind pick up and the girls giggle with excitement as they danced in the rain getting soaked to the bone.
But it wasn't until the clouds parted and I thought of this classic quote about weathering storms, "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass......
...... It's about learning to dance in the rain.", that I truely got the simple lessons from my Father in Heaven.
1. Don't wait, live your life now.
2.Enjoy each and every moment.
3.Get wet in the rain, chilled to the bone.
4.Wrap up in a blanket and cuddle with your kids.
5.At the end of the storm beauty is waiting, peace is waiting.
6.The storm ALWAYS does pass.
I love simplicity. Sometimes He just has to let it rain to remind me of all the simple things in life.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
My daily boost
I love my Heavenly Father. He knows exactly when to lead me to my daily boost of faith, strength and hope. Enjoy.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Flowers for Mother's Day
Duane gave me this rose bush a few years ago, it was a mother's day gift. The rose bush almost didn't get planted, typical for Summer's plants. The rose bush has almost died a few times, typical for Summer's flowers. The rose bush daily reminds me of a loving husband still giving me flowers, typical of my Summer's husband. I love my rose bush.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
The ugly egg, almost
We dipped, we waited, we re-dipped then just gave a great big huff! This years attempt to create "Daddy's ugly egg" was just plain rotten, stinky to the core. Now granted it's not the pretty bright pink like it's neighbor egg or the vibrant turquoise like another fellow egg, but it sure is far from UGLY!
We dyed more than 3 dozen of the the little suckers, and had a mildly stressed fun time. Mildly stressed because well, your dealing with dye and 7 children, stress goes hand in hand with the given circumstance. Only one vat of dye was spilled (vat just sounds better than the little cup it actually was). The bright blue dye attempted to color the white stripped shirt it spilled on, but thanks to my supermom speed that shirt was whipped off the child faster then they could muster up a good holler at the sibling who did the spilling.And after all the eggs were done, nothing came close to honoring our daddy correctly!!

A little odd that we would choose "Daddy's ugly egg" as our way to include his memories in the Easter holiday. He wasn't an ugly man or didn't even have an ugly bone in his body, but we wouldn't have chosen any other way to remember Duane. He was a little kid at heart, loved to dye the eggs just as much or even more than the kids. He would stripe them, try to create the most festive ideal Easter egg you could think of. But one year, many years ago, his attempt to create the picturesque egg went horridly wrong. The mixture of too many colors, the wrong color combinations and maybe just fated luck, the ugliest egg we had ever seen was created. We LOVED IT!! And so every year he would save the last egg to create "Daddy's ugly egg". A tradition was born and happily continued on my his monkeys. It brings smiles to our faces, happy memories to our minds, all because of one silly little ugly egg.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I could've just opened up a box of....
