Pseudo 1 year old pictures revealed

Jackson will be turning one next month, believe it or not. I really wanted to get some good pictures of him for his one year birthday. I also realized that the weather in November is probably going to be less than "picturesque". So, a few weeks ago, my sister Brittany took some pseudo-year old pictures. I think they turned out great. Here are a few of them. Thanks again Britt. She's basically amazing. We sure love our little munchkin.

All Grown Up

The last few days, I have really had something on my mind. It all started on Friday when we had a church meeting for stake conference. Jackson was all wound up and we ended up taking him out to the foyer with all of the other "crazy" kids. Jackson has always been a pretty social little boy. There were two other boys, around two and three, who were out there playing with eachother and driving their little cars. Jackson immediately wanted to be part of their little gang. He crawled right over to them and tried to play with them. He even finangled a way for one of the dads to let him play with another car. He sat on the floor with them and stood up by the little table they were playing by and just laughed. I'm pretty sure he's convinced that he is a big kid now. He loves being mobile and being able to get into anything, and everything, he wants to. I have been asking myself where my little baby has gone. When did he go from this....

and this...

To this?

And thinking about this got me wondering about other things. I realized that 11 month olds aren't the only ones with this problem. Why are we all so focused on being "grown up"? It seems like way too often that we are all saying, I can't wait until I'm done with college, I can't wait until I'm married and don't have to play the dating game anymore, I'll be happy when I have a baby, I really just want to have a house, or my life will finally be complete when I find my "real job".

I've realized that living only for tomorrow makes us miss a lot of today. There's a quote from Thomas S. Monson that says:

If we live only for tomorrow, we’ll have a lot of empty yesterdays today.

It's sad how true this is. I have realized this as I have watched my little boy grow from a newborn who relied on me for everything to a little boy who is almost a year old and wants to do everything himself. I have committed myself to take the time TODAY to enjoy life's little pleasures. Tomorrow will come with it's own set of joys and trials. It's today that we need to take the time to enjoy. Otherwise we might miss moments like this....

and this.....

and this.....
I've learned over the last year as our family has had some hard experiences that you never know when it will be too late to enjoy something or more importantly someone. That's why I've decided to stop living for tomorrow and to start living and loving today.

Isn't life a wonderful thing when you take the time to actually pay attention to it?

Meet the band

It's amazing how much music can change your mood and match the way that you are feeling. If you are having a bad day and just can't express in words how you feel, chances are that there is a song somewhere out there that can say it for you or a song you can bang out on the piano that will help relieve some stress. If you are in a great mood, there are probably thousands of songs that have an upbeat rhythm to match your skipping and singing. I love seeing (and occasionally being) the person that is singing at the top of their lungs to music in their car.

Over the years, my taste in music has grown and metamorphasized. I have grown to like contemporary and beebop music from high school, punk and pop music from roommates, classical music from playing the piano, country music and some oldies music from going to school in a town where those are the only stations you can get on the radio, and last but not least jazz music from marrying a jazz musician. Jazz music has been the most recent addition to my eclectic musical taste. I have realized that Jazz music can be fun, or calming, or relaxing, or awe inspiring. The more I have learned about Jazz, the more I have come to admire Jazz musicians. I cannot believe the talent it takes to be able to improvise and just go with the flow of the music. It's amazing.

I, however, am lucky enough to be married to one of those talented, amazing jazz musicians I was talking about. A few months ago, we helped organize a jazz night out on the grass at our apartment complex. We had food, drinks, friends, and great music to help enjoy the beautiful summer weather. Some of the members of the band formerly known as The Koecher Quartet came down to jam out and share their talents. It was so much fun. We're hoping to do it again. Meet the band....(notice that they were playing on the basketball court :)

Jake Coleman on the guitar. Jimmy Williams is in the background of this picture. He's also an amazing musician and one of the head organizers of the event. We couldn't have done it without him. Thanks a ton!

Ben Watkins on the keyboard.

Scott Allred on the drums.

Dallin Koecher on the bass.

And the honorary member Cameron Wood on the tennis racquet. He jammed out on his tennis racquet for probably half of the concert. It was so cute.

Grateful

Last night, after Jackson was asleep, I snuck into his room, sat down by his crib, held his hand and cried.

They were mostly happy tears.

I cried because I am so grateful for my many blessings. Yesterday, as I watched general conference, I was reminded how important it is to recognize and express your gratitude. I think I took it to heart, because I don't think my heart could have fit any more without exploding.

I cried because I read that a friend from high school gave birth to her second little girl at full term. My friend was fine...but her baby wasn't. She had a stillborn baby girl. As I looked at some of her pictures of the funeral, I realized how grateful I am that I have a healthy baby boy. I am so grateful for the opportunity I have to be his mother. I love spending time with him. I love playing hide and go seek with him or peekaboo. I love seeing his face light up when he sees me. My heart was broken for my friend. I wish it didn't have to take other's misfortunes for me to be grateful for my blessings.

I cried because I am grateful for my health. I also watched a video clip about Stephanie Nielsen who was in a plane crash and her inspiring story. She is so grateful for her life and her family. I realized that I often take my health for granted. I am such a lucky girl.

I'm grateful for my beliefs. While I don't want to push my beliefs on anyone else, I do want to express how important they are to me. Yesterday, as I listened to the prophet and apostles speak, I felt the Holy Ghost witness to me that Christ knows me and loves me. I am not 'just another person'. I am His daughter. He loves me even more than I love Jackson, which is hard for me to comprehend. I know that life will not always be easy, but that I have a friend who is always there for me, my Savior. He is always listening and reaching out for me. This weekend made me feel more committed to progress. I want to become a better person, a better member of my church, a better mother and wife. I want to become better accquainted with my Elder Brother, Jesus Christ. I am grateful for the knowledge I have and for the person it has helped me to become.

As I sat by Jackson's crib and thought about my blessings. Dallin and Jackson were first in my mind. I am so grateful for a husband who is truly my best friend. He is strong enough to hold me when I'm having a hard day. He is sensitive enough to know when it is best just to say nothing. He is funny enough to always make me laugh. He is observant enough to notice when I do the small things, like cleaning the bathroom and thank me for it. He is a wonderful dad to Jackson. I love to here him call Jackson "Sport" and play with him and make car noises when he's giving him a bath. I melt when I see them playing together or sharing tender moments. I feel more in love with Dallin today than I was the day I married him. What a wonderful man. I love you.

I love Jackson for so many reasons. I love him because he makes me smile. I didn't know my heart could hold any more love until the first time I saw him. He is so curious and loving. He's such a smart little boy. He even figured out how to open a ziploc bag so he could eat the graham crackers inside. I love his hugs and slobbery kisses. I love hearing him say "Ma ma ma" even if he isn't really sure what that means yet. Basically, I love being his mom and having the priviledge of getting to know him better and watching him explore the world.

I am also grateful for the time Dallin, Jackson and I get to spend together as a family. I would classify yesterday as "the perfect day". We spent the morning watching general conference. Then we went on a picnic to the park and grilled hot dogs and played with toys. We layed on the grass and enjoyed the last of this beautiful weather. We watched some more conference and played on the swings outside. We watched Kung Fu Panda and I cuddled with my boys. I gave Jackson a bath and he fell asleep in my arms while I was feeding him before bed as I sang to him and talked to him and told him how much I love him. Yep. A perfect day.