Monday, April 28, 2014

Enter to win our multi-author Mother’s Day Giveaway! (I'm one of the authors)

Just pick which of these five books you'd most like to win. The winners will receive their choice of book PLUS Studio Five's Connie Sokol's Motherhood Matters (ebook and print book).
After you've picked your book just scroll to the bottom of this post and click on the ENTER HERE link to cast your pick and enter the giveaway.


 Divinity of Women: Inspiration and Insights from Women of the Scriptures, Heather Moore & S. Kent Brown 

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 Families Who Laugh . . . Last, Janene Baadsgaard 
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 A Half Fast Memoir, Kate Lee  (MY BOOK)
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 A Mother’s Prayer, Jodi Robinson 
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 I Am Strong! I Am Smart!, Fay Klingler 

I Am Strong! I Am Smart!
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Friday, April 25, 2014

Still going . . .

 So here is the new wall in the living room and the new kitchen opening after it's been mud and taped ($250 is what we paid to hire it out-so worth it!!)
 I saw this color on pintrest and loved it! It's called "Stone" and has a bit of a plum undertone that I love.
 After we painted, my daughter and I decided to stencil the painted walls. We bought a metallic glaze in pewter.
 The stencil is a Moroccan design. I borrowed it from my sister. It was super easy to use and very forgiving since the paint is metallic and light. I made a billion mistakes that don't show unless you're really looking. It was pretty quick and pretty easy. You just roll the paint over the stencil, match it up to the next part and do it again.
 I even let my daughter do it and she loved it.
 And now for the finished product. Love love love this!! All in all it cost about 40 bucks with paint and the pewter glaze and was a day project. Not to bad. I did three of the fours walls. The last wall will remain white with wood wainscoting on the walls. I can't wait for that project. We will also add baseboards and wood around the kitchen opening. And as you can see, I did this project without being fully moved it. It's still somewhat of a mess, but so am I. I don't do things in order. :)

Wednesday, April 23, 2014


Just spent three hours with the amazing group that will be reading for the Listen to your Mother show. If you haven't done so, please buy a ticket. It will be so amazing!! Tears streamed down my face both from laughing and crying.

In other news. The neighbor girl and my daughter (both 5) decided to poop in my backyard for fun. The best part was my 7-year-old sons comment.

"Mom, mom it's over here. Come quick and look at the poo!!!"

Pointing at the poo: "The bigger ones are Chloe's and the smaller ones are Meg's."

Thanks Cam. So glad you pointed that out.

Friday, April 11, 2014

Listen to your Mother show -TICKETS

Listen To Your Mother-Northern Utah 2014

I am privileged to be a speaker at this year's LTYM show. The other speakers are amazing!!! I was shocked to be among them. Click on the link for tickets. The proceeds go to help woman and children in need. You can go to the sight to read about these wonderful organizations. Trust me, you do not want to miss this incredible night. 

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

My KSL Article about Stacy Robinson's mom, Leslie

How my best friend's mom became a mother to me

By Kate Rose Lee, Contributor | Posted - Apr 1st, 2014 @ 11:57am

SALT LAKE CITY — I met my best friend Stacy in ninth grade. We spent so much time together that we were literally raised by two sets of parents.
Stacy’s parents were extremely generous and kind people. I loved them. Their house soon felt like my own, which is exactly how they wanted it.
Stacy and I often left school to go to her house for lunch. Her mom, Leslie, almost always had fast food or something homemade waiting for us. This was a very nice change of pace from making or purchasing my own lunches and I was always grateful.
One day after finishing lunch, I went to the cupboards to get a snack for later. I grabbed a bag of potato chips when it dawned on me that I had never seen anyone in Stacy’s family eat this particular brand of chips, yet Leslie always had them in her cupboards.
“Leslie, Why do you buy these?” I asked her curiously.
Leslie continued putting groceries away. “Because honey, they’re your favorite.”
It was such a small thing to her, but I have never forgotten it. I couldn’t believe that she had bought something specifically for me simply because she knew they were my favorite. It wouldn’t be the only time Leslie treated me like family.
Stacy and I weren’t just given love and attention in each other’s homes we were disciplined too. Once while sitting at the table, I must have said something crass because Leslie promptly scolded me. As for Stacy, she and I returned home late one night while she was staying the weekend with us. My mom promptly grounded both of us. Stacy had never before been grounded.

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I learned so many wonderful life lessons in Stacy’s home and Stacy has often said the same thing about mine. Both our parents shaped us into who we are today. Leslie was able to say things to me that I would have ignored had they come from my mom. Stacy felt the same way about my mom’s counsel to her.
Stacy and I have families of our own now and we can understand more fully what a rare blessing we had in each other’s moms. It’s often said that “it takes a village to raise a child.” Because of Leslie’s influence on me, I hope I am that kind of a person for my friend's kids or kid’s friends.
I texted my niece the other day and told her she was too good to be wearing the type of outfit I had seen on her Instagram account. I also told her how much I loved her. I was nervous doing it, but was amazed at her reply. She thanked me and told me that she sometimes wondered if anyone cared. She then proceeded to tell me how much she loved me. It really touched my heart and I was so grateful I had followed through with my thought. I wonder if I would have even thought to text her, had I not had the influence of Leslie in my life.
Years after high school, I went with Stacy and Leslie for Stacy’s bridal fitting. Stacy and I were still very close, but we had grown up and had separate lives now. I was not at Leslie's home as much as during those high school days. But, when the woman behind the counter asked Leslie who we were, Leslie didn't hesitate when she replied, “my daughters.”
I looked at Leslie who I had come to love so dearly. Here we were years later, but nothing had changed. I smiled, because with those words, I knew it never would.

Kate Rose Lee is a Utah native, mother of three and author. You can read more of her writing as well as her books at Contact her at