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Happy Birthday, ADOS!!
Happy 2nd Birthday, ADOS! || Cheree ||

Yesterday was the second blogiversary of A Dash of Salter. On July 5th, 2014 I posted my very first blog post. Ever since that day, this blog has been a great source of therapy for me. I can't believe how many people I have met, friends I have made, kindness I have received and opportunities I have had because of this blog. I'm so grateful that my joy for writing and creating is something I can share with others. Now that we're starting to get settled in our new home, I'm hoping I can start contributing regularly to my blog again.

It's been so sweet to focus solely on my little family during these last couple months. I can't believe how big my boys are getting, and I've really been trying to cherish each moment of the day with them. I feel so much gratification in motherhood, but there are still many parts of me that long for more. It's so important to me that I continue to cultivate and nurture my own talents and interests. I'm so much happier when I fill myself with individualized, uplifting activities. It makes me a better person, wife and mother. Blogging, or life journaling, is definitely one of those activities. 

Thank you to all of the people who have followed along! I share with the hope that others will be uplifted, inspired or touched after spending time here. I truly hope that all of you can find this a place of authenticity, encouragement and happiness.


Birthday Swag
Birthday SWAG || A Dash of Salter

  TOP || VEST - Rue 21 (Sold Out, Similar) || LEGGING || BOOTS || TOP KNOT TUTORIAL

I love my birthday. The biggest reason being my husband. He spoils me, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. In reality, I love it wayyyy too much. He always takes the day off and makes it completely about me. He makes me breakfast, takes care of Turner, takes me out to eat and gives me the best presents.

This year Matthew scheduled a morning massage for me. My first massage ever, actually. From 11-12 I was given a full body massage and it was so relaxing. I came out of there feeling like a completely new woman. While I was away, he installed a brand new bluetooth stereo system in my car. It automatically syncs with my phone when I get in the car and starts playing my Spotify playlist right where it left off. BIG DEAL, PEOPLE. I can ask Siri something and answer phone calls with the push of a button! I didn't realize how much I would love it. It's the best!!

We went to lunch at Cutler's, a local sandwich/soup/cookie shop that I used to work at when we started dating. The food is delicious and it's family owned by some of the best people I know! If you're ever in the Layton area, you have to try one of their phenomenal cookies. The glazed sugar, semi-sweet chocolate chip and lemon melt-away are my favorites.

My wonderful in laws agreed to watch Turner while we go out to dinner, just the two of us. I am so grateful for the quality time we get together, because it doesn't happen nearly as often as I would like. Matthew is my everything, and I love to focus on strengthening our relationship even more. 

We had dinner at Red Robin (YUM) and they gave me a free Oreo milkshake because it was my birthday. (DOUBLE YUM) Then we walked around the mall and talked about our goals and milestones this year. We'll be having another child in April and celebrating our 5 year anniversary in May! We have a lot of things we want to do before then. I have a feeling my 25th year is going to be the best one yet! 


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Turner's DINO-MITE 2nd Birthday Party
Turner's DINO-MITE 2nd Birthday Party

Immediately after New Year’s Day my mind went into Turner birthday mode. I was rapidly trying to shop for gifts and come up with party ideas. Luckily I had already come up with a new design for his big boy room remodel in the basement, and that gave me a head start.  The inspiration was dinosaur themed with modern black, white, and lime throughout.

I searched for some simple ideas on Pinterest, and then I started buying/DIY-ing. I made the banners, cake topper letters, a tiny party hat for a dinosaur, the dino skull poster (which I plan on framing to hang in Turner’s new room), spray painted some dinos, designed and printed the table signs, baked the cookies and the cake.

I borrowed serve ware from my mom and sister-in-law, which held all of the delicious party snacks and drink. I snapped some quick photos of the table before too many guests arrived, but I forgot to take more after my mother-in-law arrived with the yogurt dipped pretzels (aka: dino bones to go on top of the muddy buddy dirt) so just pretend they’re there, okay? ;)

Turner was so thrilled with all of the friends and family that had come to see him. It was adorable! He could barely contain all of his excitement! He loved opening presents and blowing out the candles on his cake. The most rewarding thing to see after putting it all together was the joy in that little boy’s face. I was so glad I was in the moment to enjoy it with him. I only wish he would have held still long enough for me to capture just a few more photos of his little face.

I can’t believe I gave birth to this now little person. I love him more every day and I wouldn’t change a thing about him! He’s going to be the best big brother ever. Grey is going to love this goofy little dude. 

I hope you enjoyed looking at the photos from our celebration! Would you guys be interested in any printables I created? Let me know! 


Signature || Cheree || A Dash of Salter
A Dash of Salter Turns One!

I usually don't post on Sundays, but today is a pretty significant day. One year ago today is when it all started. (See my first post here.) So much has changed since then! We have moved from Blogger to Squarespace, gained our own domain, are on our 3rd design, and now have an Etsy shop! 

I can't believe how much it's grown and how much I have learned. It's been such an amazing outlet for me as a stay at home mom. It's so therapeutic to write about the things I love and the things I experience. It gives me the opportunity to express my creativity and my beliefs. It helps me remember what is most important in my life.

My goal isn't to be famous, have the most views, likes, shares or tweets. All I want is to remember this time in my life, to be able to share what I love with others, and meet incredible people from around the world. 

I'm so grateful for the bloggers who have reached out to me and given me a sense of fellowship. Family and friends who have read my posts and shared their thoughts and experiences with me. I am so overwhelmed with gratitude for the people in my life who befriend, love and support me. I couldn't ask for more. This blogiversary post is also a tribute to those people. The ones behind the scenes who lift and support me in all that I do.

So, let's celebrate them! Tell the people who love and support you how much you appreciate them. Don't forget to celebrate you. Celebrate every day like it's YOUR birthday, because there are so many reasons to rejoice. (Buy my 8x10 print by clicking here or on the images below)

Last of all, happy first birthday, A Dash of Salter. You are my solitary sanctuary. The best therapy. The perfect canvas for my creative mind. A step back in time and a gauge of personal progression. An ideal outlet for all that I love and enjoy. I don't know what I would do without you.

P.S. We've been having a busier summer than I expected which keeps interfering with my giveaway plans! I'm going to try and do it very soon, so stay tuned! Hopefully the goodies will be worth the wait!  

My First Blog Post || True Freedom

Since A Dash of Salter is coming up on it's first birthday, I thought it would be fitting to share my first blog post. It wasn't at all how I wanted to begin my blog, but I felt the need to share my experience and changed perspective of motherhood. Turner's first Fourth of July didn't go anything like we had hoped it would.

"My first post on my blog was originally about the inspiration behind starting a blog. However, our holiday weekend didn’t quite go as planned. 

On the fourth, my parents had invited us over for a family breakfast.  My dad took orders from the grill and served us a delicious pancake, bacon, egg, and sausage breakfast.  We spent time there playing games and chatting with my siblings. Around 2 p.m. we left to spend some time at my in-law’s house before our BBQ dinner. We arrived there and I started to take Turner out of his car seat.  Somewhat distracted, having done this a thousand times, I unbuckled him and pulled him out. He suddenly went from happy anticipation to hysterical tears. I instantly knew he was hurt. I just didn’t know where, or how it happened. I thought maybe I had pinched him somewhere. I sat down on the couch and cradled him in my arms attempting to sooth him, but when I moved he only began to cry harder and louder.  I had no idea what was wrong. Then I started to notice that he wouldn’t move his right arm. I slowly bent his wrist, and other parts of his arm only to see him become more upset. I couldn’t figure it out. Matthew started moving it and tried to pinpoint where the pain was coming from.  We had a feeling that something had been dislocated, but couldn’t be completely sure.  

My heart was tearing in two at this point. What had I done? How did I hurt my son?  I was praying that he would stop crying and that he would start moving his arm again.  Matthew’s father suggested we give him a priesthood blessing.  Promptly after the blessing we felt calm.  We knew that a doctor should see him. We hopped in the car and drove to the closest InstaCare, which was the IHC in Layton. After checking in and being told of a 75-85 minute wait, we called McKay Dee Hospital to see what the ER wait times were like.  They had 17 rooms available, so we hopped back in the car and on our way to Ogden.  At our arrival we were helped and back in the ER in under 5 minutes.  My anxiety was at its peak.  I couldn’t take seeing Turner in pain any longer.  The doctor came in and we briefly discussed what had happened and our concerns.  She took Turner’s injured arm and rotated it carefully. Then she moved his forearm back towards his bicep and said she felt a distinct pop. Turner let out a short cry of pain and then slowly calmed down.  She suggested we give him a toy to grab to see if he would move his arm.  I got his ball from his diaper bag, put it within reach, and he grabbed it and started moving his arm around like normal.  

Turner sleeping in my lap after our stressful day at the ER.

Turner sleeping in my lap after our stressful day at the ER.

Words cannot describe how relieved and happy I was in that moment.  Our son was okay! No more tears! No broken bones! No surgery! No medicine!  He was back to his happy, smiling self.  I was overjoyed! And yet, I couldn’t seem to forgive myself for causing him that pain in the first place. It wasn’t on purpose and I still couldn’t let go of the guilt for being careless in that moment.  Seeing him in pain was worse than I ever could have imagined.  Driving home from the ER, after a visit totaled at 20 minutes, I started to come to the realization that this was the first time I saw him in pain, but it won’t be the last time.  I started to understand how loving someone so deeply can also cause you the most heartache.  Because watching my son suffer, it was more than I could handle.  I began to feel an inkling of what Heavenly Father felt when his Beloved Son, Jesus Christ, suffered through the atonement.  

I now know that unconditional love also comes with heart wrenching pain.  Pain that you could never expect, but is necessary. When you truly love someone you hurt when they hurt, you cry when they cry, and you smile when they smile.  Nothing could be more accurate about the way I love our son, Turner.  I have never truly empathized for anyone in the way I do for him.  That bond between a parent and child is nothing like I had anticipated, and infinitely more fulfilling.  

I am grateful for a Savior who suffered so that I could experience motherhood.  He died so that I could make mistakes and be forgiven.  He is the ultimate example of empathy, for He felt every pain, sorrow, and happiness I will ever experience.  Through Him I can become clean and be with my family forever.  Everything in the world would mean nothing to me without my husband and my son by my side.  

Through Christ I have true freedom
Freedom from darkness.  
Freedom from sin. 
Freedom from loneliness in the life to come.  

That is why this Fourth of July I celebrate Him."

That experience still has a powerful impact on me today and has deeply strengthened my testimony of my Heavenly Father and Savior, Jesus Christ. As traumatizing as that experience was, I'm grateful for the tender lesson it taught me. I'm grateful for the freedom I enjoy to express my beliefs, to live in this country, to have liberty and  justice in a nation under God. Let us always remember those who have paid the price for our freedoms and live our lives freely in gratitude for their service.

Happy Fourth, everyone!
Live, love and be free.