Isaac is officially six today! I’ve never seen him more excited, or heard someone refer to themselves as “the birthday boy” more. “Mom, could you sit next to the birthday boy for lunch?” Why yes I can son!

He requested doughnuts, a smoothie and grapefruit for breakfast and we let him open one present. They were a hit to be sure. He ran and jumped around the house till he had to leave for school assuring us that he was much faster now that he has these shoes.

We love our Isaac. He’s such a kind and sensitive boy and has been such a blessing to have in our home. Happy Birthday little buddy!

This wedding took place back in September, but I wanted to wait till my blog was worthy of such an awesome wedding to post it. The happiest newleyweds I’ve ever come across, coupled with hundreds of loving friends wrapped up by one wild and crazy reception = one really fun day of photography. Here are just a handful of pictures from the day. Thanks so much Jacque and Marc for letting me be a part of your perfect day.

An opportune gust of wind.




It was so fun to be a part of the “getting ready” festivities with all the girls before the reception.

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My house has been overflowing with cousins and I love it because it doesn’t happen very often. Spending some time with my sisters was the cherry on top. Next time we’ll have to make sure Sara can be here too!

Mila, 6 months old and red-headed. We have no idea where that came from. She and Sage are my sister Emily’s daughters.

My sister Laura and her baby Isla, 4 months.


All the cousins in attendance. Isaac is a little outnumbered.

Isaac insisted on a “funny face” picture.

The two babies. Two months apart and pretty much the same size and soooo dang cute.

The sisters, minus our oldest sister Sara. Emily, Laura and me.

Most of you who follow this blog will remember the tragedy that happened that last year in August. We hadn’t taken Isaac back to the Burn Unit for some time, so we went this past Saturday. They were pleased with the healing, though they said that Isaac is prone to scarring (I guess it’s a hereditary thing) and that the worst of the burn is still pretty thick and hard. He will continue to wear his burn compression garment 24/7 and they are adding built-in silicone padding to put extra pressure over the worst of the scarring in hopes that it will soften. It’s amazing to me to see how our bodies are able to heal themselves. This burn was about from his hip to his knee. As you can see, the top part of his thigh is almost entirely normal looking, though lighter in color.

Geoff and I continue to feel so blessed that this was the extent of the accident and that it wasn’t worse than it was, though honestly, at the time it felt as though it was just about as bad as it could get. His leg was completely raw, he was in extreme pain for at least a month, during which we had to carry him around most of the time. They originally thought that it would restrict him from carrying on a normal active life in the way of running and playing, but miraculously it has not affected him in the least. We are so grateful for all the prayers that were given on his behalf and for the miracle that is our bodies.

Pretend with me that it is warm and sunny outside. That my kids and I are still tan and blond. That I didn’t get the worst flu/cold over the holidays and stay in bed for a full three days. That I don’t feel massive, hideous and that I wear something other than comfy pants everyday. Ahh, I feel better.

Since we ended up sticking around here for Christmas this year, we hosted Christmas Eve night at our house. Tradition in the Wright family is a big smorgasbord where everyone brings their favorites and we gorge ourselves, and then we have a Christmas program which includes games, the Nativity reenactment, and time to share our feelings about our Savior. It was a perfect evening, ended by Christmas Eve jammies and then we headed over to Geoff’s parents’ house to spend the night.

The smorgasbord. I make homemade egg rolls every year.

Dennis (Geoff’s dad), was given a BYU Snuggie. We were rolling.

All the girls in our aprons made by Geoff’s 92 year old grandma.

The boys and their new toys. Isaac is out skiing with Geoff as I type this. The snow is coming down right now, so it should be a good day.

Isaac with his gift from Lucy, dart guns. He’s very serious about them as you can tell.

Lucy sporting one of her new princess dresses and accessories.

Yesterday was a very special day for my brother and his family. They were able to seal their family together in the Salt Lake City LDS temple. After their court finalization where Lizzie became an “official” member of the Sherry family, going to the temple together was next on the list. Geoff and I were so happy to be there and witness such a beautiful thing, and take pictures of them afterwards. It was bitterly cold, so we made it short and sweet. Good thing Lizzie Jane has some chub on her because she was perfectly content the whole time.

I’m so glad that I know families are truly forever!

This year marks our first year with no tears in quite a while. My kids are getting so old, they aren’t afraid of sitting on a bearded man’s lap…a milestone to be sure.

I love this picture. I’m not sure what Isaac is telling her, but they look cute. They gave Santa notes telling them to come to their grandma and grandpa’s house this year and a list of two things they want for Christmas.

Santa and I comparing our “bowls full of jelly.” Mine is 33 weeks full, and so is my face. Not sure about his.

Because we’re definitely having one! It’s 9:30am and it doesn’t appear that the snow will be letting up anytime soon. So happy that Geoff is home and likes to shovel because this 8 month prego lady is already having enough Braxton Hicks contractions as it is!

Our very own winter wonderland.

The monkeys.

This is the front entry to our house. You can’t really see it, but the snow is piled up about 3 feet on the sides.