Hi, I'm Stephanie




  I love Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice so much that I decided to have five daughters and name the second one Elizabeth.  Like a modern-day Mrs. Bennett, I spend my days raising my girls so they will be happy and independent when they grow up – only I prefer that they make their money instead of marry it.  And if my youngest runs away to London with some loser at age 15, I will track her down and haul her home myself.  But I’ll totally do some sightseeing first.




The Guinea Pig.  Gives me hope.  My husband in feminine form, she just gets more fun.




 Energetic, smart, kind, and will argue her convictions to the death. 






My Hallie Priscilla. Unique fashion sense, desperately wants to live in a purple house.  Loves skunks and fruit bats.


 My girly-girl and lone lefty.  Charming, gracious, stubborn, preternaturally practical.  And ya, she and Hallie are identical twins.

Scarlett Bella, Bella-boo.  Becoming a daredevil. Spoiled rotten, practically perfect.

Mr. Man

My intensely private husband.  Hilarious, smart, compassionate, good. 


Joan Rivers on Housekeeping:

I hate housework.  You make the beds, you wash the dishes, and six months later you have to start all over again.

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Every Day I Write the Book

Graham Family Adventures

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"I surely know that there is no role in life more essential and more eternal than that of motherhood.

"There is no one perfect way to be a good mother. Each situation is unique. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children. The choice is different and unique for each mother and each family. Many are able to be “full-time moms,” at least during the most formative years of their children’s lives, and many others would like to be. Some may have to work part-or full-time; some may work at home; some may divide their lives into periods of home and family and work. What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else."

Elder M. Russell Ballard, "Daughters of God"

« Stuff that Happened Sort of Recently | Main | Nursery Sabotage »

Please don't arrest me... I just want my bubbles back.

The saga of the locked nursery door continues - we hear whisperings that some people think someone in our ward changed the lock... and didn't tell anyone in the bishopric/primary presidency/nursery. That would mean that someone really did change the lock with malicious intentions, but I think it was an honest mistake by someone else. Unfortunately I don't think we'll ever know, and that's sad, because I REALLY want to know what happened - just to satisfy my curiosity!


BUT, meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out how to pick the lock or jimmy the door open before nursery on Sunday.  Last week I packed up a rolling suitcase full of toys from home, as well as snacks and lesson materials, but it still wasn't enough.  We have church rather late in the day, and our little ones are all tired and cranky from missing their naps (for that matter, so am I).

So, if somehow word gets out that I've been learning all about lock picking and bump keys, etc., and get accused of nefarious and illegal deeds, all four of you who still read my blog are my witnesses:  I just want my toys back.  And my bubbles, and the goldfish crackers.

Thank you for your support.

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