Bella is Eleven

Bella turned 11 this month... eleven (sigh).  She's off to middle school this year.  Next year she'll be off to young women's and girls camp.  She would of given anything to have gone with her older sister this year but she'll just have to spend one more year home with us... except I got to go to girls camp this year with that older sister...and it was amazing...so I can see why she is so excited to go.

She's my kid that is up for anything.  Nothing like me.  Stand up and sing a scat solo in front of a crowd?  No thank you.  Give a graduating speech for the fifth grade class? Nope.  Come into a brand new school and run for student council?  Not if my life depended on it.

She is amazing.  Not because things come easy for her or everything always works out but because she has already figured out what a lot of adults haven't...you can learn from your failures as much as from your successes.

 She's funny and witty and a talker like me and her Nana.  I love how she'll sit beside me as I flip through magazines or surf the internet for new recipes or decorating ideas.  She'll put  in her 2 cents and sometimes... her ideas are far better than anything I suggest.

 I love how confidant she is and how she has her own sense of style like the unusual shirt she made in fourth grade by cutting up old clothes and sewing them on a  different shirt and then drawing different designs on the shirt with markers.   I proclaimed it a master piece as she modeled it for us.  Best homemade shirt ever (just like that homemade Cheshire cat in the tree...thank you, Cardin).  But the next morning when she was headed out the door to school with her homemade shirt, I wasn't so sure that was a good idea.  Not everyone has your keen sense of fashion I explained.

  "Don't worry, Mom.  I'll be fine. I don't care if the other kids don't like it.  I love it."  I learned a lot that day: (1) It turns out 9 year old girls have a totally different opinion on what is fashionable.  Not only did the kids not make fun of her but several of them wanted her to make them a shirt too and (2) that kid of mine is going to be fine.  I wish I had that kind of confidence.

 I love her excitement and enthusiasm and her penchant for creative design.  She keeps a box full of ideas, stories, yarn and fabric...so, so much fabric under her bed.  She's always working on a project: sewing a flag for school, making a sculpture of Hernandez Cortes, or writing  a story about portals and magic.  But most of all I love her kindness.  She stretches herself to be more than she is now and allows the difficult situations in her life to mold her into something better.  She's amazing, and funny, and smart, and sweet and boy is she humble.  If I said any of these things to her she would blush and be embarrassed...so we'll just keep this little post to ourselves.  Happy Birthday, Bella.  We love you.

Guest Blogger Bella's Birthday

Hey!  It's me.  Bella!  Guess what today is?  Yep.  It's my birthday!  So Mom said I could be a guest blogger to tell you all about it!  I even get to starting publishing my stories here at Five Little Moberlys! 

                                Heh - heh .Look at us in Books a million . It's like a library . Unless you  bring      my brothers.
                                    

                                Swimming is my favorite sport . Diving boards , noodles , water,and all .

                                       Jackson made a friend ,and John was silly.

                                   hehehehe . I should be a supermodel for food advertisments .

                     And there's my awesome dad / genius chef .

                 And down, as you can see , is my amazing mom / famous blogger .

                             I got a Lala Loopsey for my birthday . I named her Sar'hi . After a bff off mine .

 

                                      I made a wish . I don't know if it will happen , but someday it probably will .

 I'm Bella Moberly, a pie loving , weird  , dramatic girly girl. Happy b-day to me .

Last Sunday, our family was asked to sing a special musical number during the  Sacrament meeting.  I politely declined because well singing is not a gift I inherited but these two girls sweetly agreed to sing.

This is my friend, Carlee, who is always there to help out when I need a pianist or a really yummy treat.  She let us crash her place on Saturday so the girls could practice.

They were all so cute!

I couldn't video tape the actual performance but here's a sneak peek...This was only their first time practicing and I think they did a great job...of course I'm their mom...

On Friday night I was walking by the coffee table in the livingroom and saw a drawing one of the girls drew.  It had a picture of them on it and outlined what they were going to wear and how they were going to do their hair.  It was so sweet. 

I wasn't organized enough to take any pictures before church since we had to be there early to actually practice in the chapel but I did manage to persuade them to take a picture after church and they agreed even though all they really wanted to do was get out of their dresses and eat some lunch. 

Of course, no "sister" picture would be complete without their little sister who they persuaded to join them.  I heart them!

Bella's F.I.T. Concert

If you missed it, last night the Glenwood Elementary third graders pulled off a wonderful performance of F.I.T.  Kids, complete with lots of singing and dancing...who knows I might even get the video clip to load this time...

What I love about Glenwood is how sweet all the kids are.  Our kids have attended 3 different elementary schools and although the other schools were great schools, the kids here have a genuine love for each other.  This was the scene in the entrance before the program...

I'm bummed I missed the large group hug when we entered the building.

Then it was off to perform.  The kids performed to a sold out audience (ok...it was free) but the gym was packed!

We all had a great time listening to songs and skits about eating healthy and exercising.  Bella's line was "Junk in, junk out.  There's no junk going in me!"  And then we went to McDonalds.  The end.

Bella's Baptism