We went camping above Honeyville in a remote, sunny spot. It was beautiful. The kids, Henry especially, were confused about how to sleep when we were having so much fun. But eventually everyone did sleep.

(Thanks to Joe for being the photographer on this trip!)

We love the Daddy at our home. It was a pretty low key Father’s Day.

I helped Curtis dress up in the Armor of God.

And we found out the kids got their picture in the Friend next month. We haven’t actually go the magazine yet. Our subscription expired. I guess I’ll have to go buy a copy.

I like to declutter stuff. Sometimes I hold on to things too long, but I’m getting better at seeing what is really worth having. (This book is really good too.)

Lately I’ve been thinking about decluttering my life. That’s a lot harder. I put an internet filter on my modem that tracks my phone and computer use. I spend a lot more time than I realize online. I get tired/stressed (which can happen a lot with three young boys) and turn to useless media.

I also try to do too much at a time and then don’t do anything. The maintenance of a house and raising children keeps me busy for the majority of the day. I really only have a few hours of flex time everyday: but I often attempt to do far more in a day or a week than I have time for. Often I’m overwhelmed by it all that I end up, once again, turning to useless internet.

So my goals for decluttering my life are:

1. Limit internet use. Bundle up social media/video/surfing at one time and avoid the temptation to keep going back to it. If I’m stressed out and need a break, read a book, play, or just sit instead.
2. Focus on only two projects at a time, one active and one more reflective. Wait until they are done before starting another.
3. Don’t multi-task, focus on task switching instead.
4. Plan each day to allow time for play, service, and enjoyment.

Peter did not want to go to swim lessons today. He mentioned it quite a bit for the 24 hours between lessons. Today was the day they were going off the diving board. It scared him A LOT.

We went. The fated time came, and he headed over with his class. One girl jumped off. Another sat on the edge for five minutes and finally was escorted off the board crying. It was Peter’s turn. He went the edge. He fretted. He got off. Another girl jumped after some deliberation. Peter’s turn again. He walked to the edge…and jumped! I was so proud of him for facing his fears and doing it!

Curtis also went off. He just went for it. It was a little unexpected, but Curtis is pretty good at surprising me.

Instructions are available here.