A Mother’s Day Miracle

Every year in our ward for Mother’s day the young men give all the women bug infested flowers. (I’ve tried to mention to the young men’s president that chocolate would be a better, cheaper option- but the flowers continue to show up each year.) Anyways, I took my flower home and didn’t want it in my house (again the little bugs) and so I put it out by my front steps. I figured the sprinklers could water it and maybe my neighbors would think I was going to plant it in front. I didn’t want to look like a complete dirt bag for throwing it away immediately.

So it either got too much water or sun and it went completely brown and died. I should have thrown it away at that point, but I didn’t. It still looked like bugs had made it their home and I didn’t want to touch it. I honestly thought the maintenance crew would just throw it away for me. Well, 5 months later and this is what I discovered today…..



Not only is it alive… it has flowers!!!

Apparently it wasn’t dead and has somehow survived the hot summer. I’m still in shock. Clearly, I still don’t want it and it will have to continue to find a way to thrive on its own. But I'm proud of the little guy.

Sweet relief!

Yesterday, I was released from my calling as the 1st counselor in the primary presidency. And boy did the primary president turn up the crazy yesterday. (She didn’t know I was getting released so soon, the Bishopric had to keep it from her.) Let’s just say it was the most awkward, most uncomfortable 2 hours of primary I’ve ever attended. At least the president decided she would kind of talk to me by the end of the 2 hours. Although, it was only to ask me to stay on for a few more weeks. She seriously seemed shocked and put out when I told her no, and that it would be really weird for me and for the new counselor. So hooray I’m finished!

Evie Then and Now

Evie's just a few months old in this picture.

And Stewart took this picture yesterday.

It's fun to see how much she's grown in two years.

Scarf #2

I’ve completed my first knitting project. My mom was out of town this week, so I learned how to bind off on my own. (Thanks You Tube)


It’s a little big for her. But she doesn’t seem to mind.

I’m now feeling confident enough to tackle the baby blanket.

I knit, I’m a knitter

I learned to knit over the weekend. I never thought I would be one to knit or crochet etc… but it’s true. And I really enjoy it. It all started because I saw this dress on a friend’s blog.

I think it’s really cute. And then I thought to myself … I could probably make that if I knew how to knit. (I later learned that this dress is actually crocheted.) I called my mom up and she was more than thrilled to pass on her knowledge. I decided to learn to knit first and then I’ll tackle crocheting later. Evie and I spent the day with Patsy on Saturday. And now I’m a knitting machine. This is the beginning of a scarf for Evie.


I know, I know… there is a big hole and it’s not as nice and tidy as it probably should be… but it’s my first attempt. I’m not a big fan of the yarn… it’s difficult to work with and clearly I’m just a beginner. We’ll call this scarf #1. I’m going to pick up some different yarn today and then will start on scarf #2. Once I feel confident in my knitting skills… I hope to make this baby blanket.




(Doesn't that kid look super cuddly?)

Perhaps I can actually finish it and be able to use it for my little guy sometime this winter. It’s a lofty goal.

Also during the “Day O’ Fun” with Patsy… she made a cute skirt for Evie. She actually cut up an old ugly dress she found at Savers and 20 minutes later she had this stylish skirt.

The Pictures don't do it justice.

I think I’ll leave Evie at home next time

This morning I had a doctor’s appointment. Evie and I went into the bathroom so I could give the ever so lovely urine sample. As I’m right in the middle of the whole process, Evie decides she wants to go back out into the waiting room to look at the fish. Unfortunately for me, the lock on the door is a push button so all you have to do is turn the knob on the inside and it will unlock it. So there I am trying to get my sample in a cup and Evie has opened the door. Thankfully, it only opened a few inches and no one was coming down the hall or waiting to use the bathroom and I was able to convince her to close the door again. But I was still mortified. I’m sure the other ladies in the waiting room were curious as to why I came out of the bathroom completely red in the face.

Oh, and few people have been asking to see pregnant Amber- so here's a current picture. (you'll have to look past the deer caught in the headlight face)

I blame Patsy

So, we’ve all been in situations where it’s not appropriate to laugh and because you’re not supposed to laugh, it makes the “funny” ten times more hilarious. Well, I had such an incident this past weekend…. at my Grandma’s funeral. It was awful. My poor grandma probably hates me.

It was a very lovely funeral service, but then during the closing hymn, is when “it” happened. My mom was sitting to my left and Stewart was on my right. We were into the second verse of “How Great Thou Art” and just coming up on the chorus. When I heard a very boisterous “How..” come out of my mother a few seconds ahead of the rest of us. Patsy of course tensed up realizing she had jumped the gun and she glanced out of the corner of her eye to see if anyone had heard her. A nice daughter would have let it go … but I just couldn’t resist. I made eye contact and gave her a little friendly jab in the side. That’s when the giggling started. For the record, she was first and then of course I couldn’t help myself. Our shoulders were shaking and neither of us could gain our composure. I don’t think it would have been so bad if there weren’t two more verses left and a lot of “How great thou art’s” left to sing. We both had to put up our hands to our faces so we couldn’t see each other and I even had to plug my ears so I could focus on something else. Luckily by the end of the song I was back to normal. Hopefully not too many people witnessed what had happened.

Here is the culprit... she seems innocent enough.

It's Time

I really enjoy reading my family and friend's blogs. It's fun to see what everyone is up to. So I finally decided it was time for the King family to join the crowd. I've been hesitant because... I didn't have access to a camera. (Stewart uses our only camera for work everyday. And really, blogs are just more fun with pictures.) I'm happy to say we've recently acquired a second camera- hooray! So let the blogging begin!


Here's a Quick Update:

I've been horrible at keeping up with others so here's a quick run down on our family:

Stewart is currently a licensed real estate appraiser and works out of our home. He gets the bottom floor of our townhouse all to himself. The poor guy has learned to deal with the thumping of little Evie’s feet as she runs back and forth from our family room to the kitchen. And every couple of days gets to listen to the sweet high pitch lullaby of our old squeaky dryer.

This coming January he’ll be returning to BYU to finish his chemical engineering degree. He turns 33 in a couple of weeks and he might just be the only one his classes with a few grey hairs besides his professors. Good times. So we will be packing up and moving back to good old Utah Valley in the next couple of months.






Evie just turned 2 and is my little buddy around the house. She likes to stick close by me and every few minutes ask, “What are you doing, Mommy?” She won’t hesitate to let me know when the family room needs cleaning. I’ll hear “It’s a mess in here.” Followed by , “Mommy, vacuum up the crummies.” She loves to color and sing and dance. But her most favorite thing is playing with daddy. However, Stewart and I are not sure if she’s our child, since she doesn’t really like candy, cookies or any sort of treats. It’s really strange.

As for me, I’m large with child. I have about 5 weeks left and can’t wait for this little munchkin to come out. I’m really looking forward to seeing what this little guy looks like and to sleep on my back again. Oh, how I’ve missed sleeping on my back. He’ll be named after his dad - Stewart Nicholas King IV. Yes, that’s right, he will have a “IV” after his name. Right now, we’re thinking we’ll just call him “Stew”. We’re all excited to have a new little boy join our family.

I’m looking forward to the move myself. Although, I’m sad I won’t be 8 minutes away from my womb-buddy anymore. But Provo is still close, and I’m ready for a new place and a new ward. Our current ward is … how should I put this… um crazy. I’m sure my family will miss all of the fun stories.