Where do I begin. My baby is 2 years old! He is the most wonderful, funny , breathtaking, and life-affirming thing to ever happen to us. After four years waiting for him,(and the extra 10 months he was growing inside of me) I can't believe he's 2! As I made this blog post, I stumbled upon a few of the songs I used to sing to him when he was in my tummy and I of course cried. They were so special and meaningful to be able to sing them to him when he was in my stomach but the most amazing part was when he came out, he still remembered those songs and they were an instant comfort to him. I knew he didn't understand the gravity and depth of the words I was singing but they were only for him and he knew it. That maybe only lasted a year or more but for the time that it did last, he was still my little baby, remembering that time that was just for the two of us. I love him so much and thank Heavenly Father for him everyday. But it feels like so much more than that. Bennett will always give me a reason to live as happy as I can without even knowing it. He literally makes me happy. So Bennett, never, ever forget how much Mommy and Daddy love you with all their hearts, minds and open arms. You will always be our baby.

Happy Holidays to everyone from the Clarks! It's been super crazy with the snow here and so that's kept Ben and I from going anywhere...but outside! We go out and play in the snow for at least an hour everyday. Richard and Mom are still working hard and Richard has to take Mom into work everyday because her car refuses when the snow is this bad. And with a hundred other worries in our lives these days, somehow we seem to keep moving ahead and have as many fun times as we can while doing it. We had a humble little Christmas but are so thankful for our friends, family and the gospel that always keeps our lives enriched. So again, happy holidays and we love you all!

So this was our "Girls Night Out"! I'm in a girls group where we get together and spaz out and eat together, well maybe that's just me doing that with some wonderful sophisticated women, but none the less...it's fun! This week Sharee was sweet enough to teach us an amazing pilates class that she teaches at the gym, just for us and it was so fun that I requested it as my Christmas present! P.S. by fun, I mean hard as "all get out". I felt so bad for Sharee. She kept saying,"no you guys are doing so great!" And I thought, "is that translation for, you look like a bunch of drunk, stumbling idiots and you make me puke in my mouth a little." But it was great. Rachel and Coco and I got there early to rehearse our 80's dance moves, just in case they would be incorporated into the routine, but sadly...they weren't. So after much wobbling and pretzling, I knew it was the class for me when 2 days later I could barely move. I love strength training with a twist. Next up-Coco's yoga classes! YAY! P.S. the pics of me on the floor were genuine. I almost needed a stretcher to get me out of there. Rachel even had to check on me for a second because I had the classic dead person's, "eyes squeezed shut with head turned to the side and tongue hanging out", just like our many death scenes through childhood.

So this was Thanksgiving and as you can see, it would be really easy to add sweet captions to each of these pics but I'm going to let YOU do that. It was so fun and probably won't happen for quite some time. And the "noise" or "joy" level as I like to call it, caused partial deafness in my ears for about a week after:) Happy Holidays!

K, so I lost my camera and all of my pictures that WERE actually uploaded to the computer are now on their own hard drive upstairs in another room. So all I have is some old pics I got off of Rachel's computer. I'll get some off of my phone soon and update somehow that way.These are just a couple of pics from last year at Green Bluff. First I want to say good job to the kids for a pic without any freakouts and Kenzie for holding up Ben's ample fluffy babyness. Then, there's Kylie trying to drown herself in peas in the background of Ben's pic. Kylie, hang on. things will get better. You have your whole life ahead of you! Put the bucket down! Now, let's all clasp hands in a circle and pray for my camera to grow tiny legs and suddenly walk into the room. Actually , let's pray that it grows fat, hairy, full-grown man legs-only scale to it's size...that would be even sweeter. And then I'll take pictures with it's gnarly legs just hanging there or kicking around and totally trip out the people I'm photographing. Whoa-what just happened? Did I just black out again? Please excuse anything I said that was weird or offensive. Phew...anyyyywayyyyy...