WARMMMMMM FALL

Andrew and Matthew chillin' in the leaves

My three dumplings... although I am the only one that looks like one.

Matthew

All fall... DOWN!

Andrew toppled over time and time and time again. I couldn't believe how intuitive it was for him to run and play in the leaves. He lingered long after his brothers found other things to explore.

Mowers comin'!

Adam's Geronimo jumps

Who's the bigger cheezer?

Poor innocent dog.

It has been a remarkably warm fall. We have had weeks on end of perfect weather and nothing but 100% sunshine. What a gift it has been. We should have spent more time outside working and less time working on the inside of our home. Oh well...

By the way, where am I in all of these pictures? I do exist. I am alive.

Gotta Get a Bigger Bed

I have decided our bed is a four man bed. Heaven only knows what will happen when Mr. Jenson #5 shows up. Why is it that everyone is in PJ's except Papa Jenson? Could it be that we all slept through the night and he had just come to bed for the morning? Come now, who sleep for more than 20 minutes before rushing off for work for the day?

Keeping the Home Fires Burning

It is 11:45 at night. What is your hubby doing? I wish I could say that I have contributed to this year's mounds of firewood, but I would be lying if I said I have done much more than bounce a few logs off from my big belly. Currently I am sitting inside our warm home hearing whack after whack after whack. This is what Mr. Jenson does in his spare time... you know the hours between 10:30 PM and 2:00, 3:00, or 4:00 AM? The pictures don't do justice to size of mounds he has sawed down, cut, hauled, chopped and stacked. P.S. folks... I married a remarkable man.

Things Aren't Always What They Seem

Last Sunday my Dad was set apart as a counselor in the Twin Falls Temple Presidency. We are excited for his new call to serve and know he will do a remarkable job. My parents have known about his calling for several months but the rest of us were a little slower to jump on the bandwagon. Let me explain...

These past few months have been a bit of a roller coaster ride for my Dad. Several months ago he was diagnosed with a pulmonary embolism and not long after that discovered he had several blockages in his heart that would require a quadruple bi-pass surgery. Due to the embolism doctors were afraid to do open heart surgery for fear that they may dislodge the embolism in his lungs. He has been in and out of doctors offices, referred to doctors all throughout the United States and been trying to decide what to do. After my parents had decided to go ahead with heart surgery I was visiting with my mom on the phone. They were in Utah for a doctors appointment and she mentioned that they had just been and purchased my Dad a new while suit. Due to the complicated nature of my Dad's surgery my thoughts were, "They really think he is going to die. My Mom wants to be certain he has a nice new white suit to be buried in so they are fitting him with a new one just in case he doesn't make it." They on the other hand are thinking, "We have got to hustle things along. We have 6 weeks before we start in the temple full time, Dad needs a white suit that will last the next 3 years while he is serving. We won't have time after the surgery to get things fitted and we have to be up and running ASAP!"

See what I mean... I had the man dead and buried and they had him on rush order to serve for the next 3 years. I guess the moral of the story is you can't judge a book by its cover, nor a man by the color of his suit.