Taylor Is My Favorite

This morning I did NOT want to walk the icy 1/2 mile to the bus stop, especially in the COLD.  So I asked Tay if he would take me to the Trax station.  Just as we pulled IN to the station, the train was pulling out.  He said, "That's OK, Mom.  I'll just wait here with you till it's time for the next train."  We visited about some really awesome things for about 12 minutes.

He's coming downtown to pick me up from work this afternoon so I can make it to my 5:00 meeting in West Jordan.

Taylor is a love.  And that is why Taylor is my favorite when I'm with him.

Ashtyn Is My Favorite

Ashtyn came with me on Tuesday night to a girls' night out "thing" with some of my friends.  She fit right in.  She laughed with us.  She made us laugh. 

Last night she stayed home and worked on school "stuff" (and watched movies, too) while we went to the Jazz game.  (That was her choice, BTW.)  Anyway, she texted me with this:  Guess who just finished the Book of Mormon?

Ashtyn is a fabulous woman.  That is why Ashtyn is my favorite when I'm with her.

Landon Is My Favorite

Last night we went to the Jazz game.  Landon chose a large tub of popcorn as his treat.  We were all sharing our treats, and he asked if I wanted some popcorn, so I took a handful.  He said, "Woah, woah, woah!  Hold on!  You took WAY too much!"  He then proceeded to take ONE piece of popcorn out of my hand.

He makes me laugh.  All the time.  That is why he is my favorite when I am with him.

You're My Favorite

A week ago, Landon informed us that he had it figured out.  I was really looking forward to hearing "it," because I've never figured "it" out.  Here it is!

Parents have favorite children, just like he has favorite friends.  And now it all makes sense.

As much as we tried to talk him out of this, Landon was not buying it.  We explained that our favorite is usually just who we're with at the time.  Sometimes one child is easier to like than another because of the good decisions he or she is making.  But each one is unique, and it would be impossible to have a favorite.

Nevertheless, Landon is convinced (as are his siblings) that we have a favorite child.  Namely, Briana. 

Briana wasn't home when we had this conversation, but when she heard about it she said, "Huh!  I thought Ashtyn was the favorite."  Then, "Sweet!  I'm the favorite."

At first this dismayed me, and I was ready to quit my job and be home every moment, making cards and scrapbooks and doing chores to convince each of the children that he or she is my favorite.

But then I started laughing, and I haven't stopped.  In case you haven't noticed, there are many, many ways to differentiate about your favorites.  Landon is our favorite BS-er.  Ashtyn is our favorite high-schooler.  Briana is our favorite lifeguard.  Taylor is my favorite male singer.  The list has become so long that now Landon just rolls his eyes when we tell him he's our favorite.

But maybe someday he'll just believe that he is our favorite.

(P.S.  You're my favorite blog-reader!)

My Favorite Things

Losing my hose at the close of the day.
End of the month with no bills left unpaid.
Fresh-shaven legs in my silky jammies.
These are a few of my favorite things.

Fresh-smelling laundry. Get it put away!
Smiles when I'm having a really good hair day.
Sleep through the night--a great day does it bring.
These are a few of my favorite things.

Sun through the windows, first thing in the morning.
Warmth in my heart, it's the Spirit I'm feeling.
Feelings I have when of Jesus I sing.
These are a few of my favorite things.

Children with hugs.
My hair not gray.
Dinner made for me.
Briana and Taylor and Landon and Ash,
And Spencer--my family!