Laughing at Life's Little Wedgies

who's that kid?

2012-01-27T22:54:00.000-08:00

...the one you see wearing his sweat pants tucked into his brand new cowboy boots.
...the one who spilled his chocolate milk all over the table at mcdonald's after telling his mom how funny he and his best friend are.
...the one who gets all giddy putting together his new lego-men collection.
...the one who draws a picture of his house, including the swing set and chicken coop in the yard.
...the one who got 4 out of 5 green stars this week.
...the one whose teacher says is a most responsible and bright student.
...the one who thinks the cabinets his grandpa is building for the garage are soooo cool.
...the one who has great hair.
...the one who always remembers to open the door for his mom.
...the one who collects eggs as soon as he gets home from school.
...the one who rarely complains and is always quick to do what is asked.
...the one who injects a healthy dose of facial expression and theatrical accents in every story he tells.
...the one who reads and writes.
...the one who carefully studies his dad.
...the one who will snuggle on the couch.
...the one who rocks the soccer field.
...the one who loves to be around his family.
...the one who is newly-turned 6.
...the one who is teaching his parents about the important things in life.
...the one who is tucked in his warm bed with his pirate blanket, sleeping, with a gentle rise and fall of his breath.
...the one who has stolen the hearts of a certain group of 4.

who's that kid? that's my kid.

A Year of Laughter

2011-12-30T21:45:00.000-08:00

Can't believe another year is coming to a close. It has been a good year. A really good year.

We have been blessed with love and laughter and lots of other good things all year long. I feel grateful. Grateful for the love and the good things. And the laughter is a bonus.

In honor of the year that presented us with lots of laughter, I want to list a few of the funny (to me) things the children have said this year. I think I only want to include 12 things, but we'll see how it goes as I look through my blog that I call "laughing with my little loves". It's one of those private, invisible blogs. It's a place where I document those silly kids and their funny talk. Well, funny to me and the husband.

And just for your reference, and to put these funny things into perspective, oldest daughter is 9, middle daughter is 7, and little son is 5.

Funny talk of 2011

January
little son and i were watching his one year old cousin who was crying in an unstoppable manner. little son quips: "she scares me when she cries. it hurts my head and my ears. it's kind of like a weapon. a little baby weapon."

February

feb 14-- watching a movie with the children, oldest daughter leans over to me and says: "mom, i feel like satan is tempting me to say 'how the hell?'
mom: "why?"
oldest daughter: "i don't know"
mom: "sing a song to get those icky things out of your head."
oldest daughter hums families can be together forever, pauses and then whispers to mom: "he's like 'do it, say it, it won't hurt.' "

feb 27-- at the blessing of my tiny, new niece, little son leans over to the husband and whispers in his ear: "dad, three things: i. love. you."

March

mar 31-- shortly after tucking the children into bed for the night, little son yells out: "dad, if my leg falls off can we have a funeral for it?"
dad: "yes, son, if your leg falls off we can have a funeral for it"
little son: "yay!"
dad: "but i don't think it's gonna fall off"
little son: "yay!"

April

apr 13-- i was putting pink foam rollers in middle daughters hair one evening as little son came crawling, army-style, into the room.
little son: "i'm dying! i'm dying!"
mom and middle daughter: "what?"
little son, whispering: "mom, take care of yourself when i'm gone..."

May

may 19-- oldest daughter was explaining how nervous she was while having to have a small cavity filled.
oldest daughter: "mom, when i was getting my shot, i just kept thinking to myself, 'jesus had more pain when he died on the cross. jesus had more pain when he died on the cross.' "

June

june 28-- in utah after playing at a bounce house that had an indoor miniature golf course little son proclaims: "someday i really need to play some manager golf. i think i'd be really good at it."

june 29-- also while in utah, the children were getting ready for bed. little son was brushing his teeth while he and a cousin were watching a little star wars. he walks into the bathroom to put away his toothbrush and declares: "i love yoda! he's the awesomest one! he, like, never dies. HE NEVER DIES!"

July

jul 17-- after watching movies about jesus, middle daughter becomes contemplative and asks: "how many lives do we get?"
mom: "just one here on this earth, but after we are done here, we will live forever."
middle daughter: "so we will get born again?"
mom: "no, we will continue living as adults."
middle daughter: "and then we will grow back down to babies?"
mom: "no, we will stay adults."
middle daughter with eyes as huge as saucers: "really?! we will always be adults?"
mom: "yep"

August

aug 22-- shopping with little son
little son: "mom, one time i was shopping with dad and your dad. your dad was looking for some shorts and he said, 'these shorts are too short. i guess that's why they call them shorts.' he is soooooo funny!!!"

aug 19--
mom: "little son, did you just toot?"
little son: "no, i fluffed."
mom: "that's the same thing as tooting."
little son: "no, it's not. a toot sounds like, 'plbbttt' and a fluff sounds like 'fffaaahhhh.' plus, toots don't stink, but fluffs do.

September

sept 10-- middle daughter has really gotten into riddles and trying to stump us by coming up with original riddles.

middle daughter: "two people are in a cabin and they are dead. how do you know they are dead?"
dad: "cause you are not one of them?"
middle daughter: "no"
dad: "cause you read it in a newspaper?"
middle daughter: "no"
mom: "cause they are not breathing?"
middle daughter: "no"
dad and mom: "k, why?"
middle daughter: "it was the pilot and the co-pilot. and then the plane goes down. nobody was in the plane.
my cousin taught me that one."

October

oct 13-- we were watching my cute little 2 year old niece, junie (name changed to protect the 2 year old), for my sister who is going through a very rough pregnancy. after putting junie down for bed, little son told us: "mom, don't be fooled by junie's cuteness, she hurt me and she hurt oldest daughter."

oct 18-- newly returned from school, little son was walking around the house aimlessly picking up items and putting them down, commenting on everything.
little son: "i'm guessing you're gonna say 'how was your p.e.?' "
mom: "how was your p.e.?"
little son: "i knew it!! it was good."

November

nov 9-- upon picking up little son at the bus stop
little son: "mom, i have gummy bears in my back pack and i'm not afraid to use them!"

nov 13-- little son: "mom, me and middle daughter are the funniest ones in this family!!"

December

dec 10-- a woman in our congregation has been very ill and the ward held a special fast for her. upon hearing about the special fast, little son says: "i can fast my candy."
so he did, he had no candy all day.

the next sunday...
mom: "little son, hurry up and eat so that we won't be late for church."
little son: "mom, i'm fasting for sister j."
and he did. he fasted breakfast and lunch.

the next sunday...
mom: "little son, eat breakfast!"
little son: "i'm fasting for sister j again."

at the end of the day, little son says: "how about next time i fast school?"

dec 25-- dad: "little son, will you say the family prayer and be sure to thank heavenly father for all our presents?"
little son: "what abooooouuuuut can i count him in and thank him for him as a present?"
dad: "yes!"

good night hugs and kisses followed after the prayer. the children ran off to bed. little son promptly ran out of his room to say: "dad, one more thing: thank you for all the presents!!"

dec 29-- friends were visiting from utah and little son and his friend wanted to play a board game. little son ran off to the game cupboard and proclaimed: "let me show you where the magic happens!"

Ok, so pretty much, little son says the most funny stuff around here. Apparently. He is at a good age.

Anyway, here's to a new year with new laughs and new good things. Happy New Year to you and yours. May you be blessed abundantly and find joy in all around you.

psychic winning. word.

2011-11-26T23:17:00.000-08:00

pretty sure i'm psychic.

we spent the evening playing games with a couple of the husband's cousins and their spouses. it was quite enjoyable.

we played quelf. it's one of those games you hate because you have to make an epic fool of yourself pretending to be a cowgirl ostrich rider who rides around beached whales while your opponents laugh and make fun of you- if that's the card you draw. but, then it's ok, because you do the same to them when it is their turn and they draw the card where they have to perform the ridiculous task of acting like they are stuck in a tree with 5 attacking lobsters and an elf. but, seriously, you hate the game.

i know i am psychic, though, because as we were playing, i was eating german chocolate cake. and i got some of the fudgey frosting way on my upper lip- i'm talking mustache territory, if i were a man. which i am not. but, i had no napkin. so i licked it off- and my tongue had to stretch a lot. and then i remembered how good i am at touching my nose with my tongue. and i began to hope there was a card where i had to touch my tongue to my nose instead of a card where i had to interpretive dance waking up in the morning and going to work only to realize i had forgotten my pants.

sure enough, not two turns later, i drew the tongue-to-nose card! and as a bonus, if i could also roll my tongue, then i could move my biscuit farmer playing piece 2 extra spaces. and there was my moment. i had foreseen this! and i could do both! and i moved my biscuit farmer the additional spaces. FOR THE WIN!

i won the game. probably because of my psychic abilities.

i guess it was worth the impromptu rap all about the word, word. because, really, don't all raps say word, and shawty? who is this shawty person anyway? i suppose that's a question for another day...

today...

2011-11-19T17:51:00.000-08:00

we cleaned and cried.

we enjoyed weather that was a little bit cloudy. partly cloudy, i've heard it called before.

the canine had to spend some time in her kennel for doing naughty things.

we ate friday pizza on saturday.

we filled the house with winter aromas- pine and cinnamon and clove and cranberry and orange.

we had cherry pie and sang happy birthday accompanied on the piano by oldest daughter for the husband's birthday, even though his birthday is days and days away.

we gave hair cuts.

we attended a baby shower.

we picked up the sunday suit and dresses from the cleaners.

we made luke skywalker outfits out of old sunday shirts.

we folded and put away loads and loads of laundry.

we collected the chicken eggs and put them in our pockets, even though we have been told not to, and one of them happened to crack.

we cleaned up messy cracked egg mess.

we talked to grandma and grandpa.

we got hit in the head with a book. and it left a nasty gash.

we slept in.

we tried to set up an appointment to see the newest nephew and cousin. but, alas, his social calendar is full and he was out for the evening.

we practiced karate moves in the family room.

we played piano beautifully.

we exhausted another belt on the vacuum.

we ate birthday candy from last week.

we donated piles of clothes and shoes to the local thrift store.

we asked neighbors not to hold us accountable for the painting of the entryway we told them to hold us accountable for, because we simply did not get around to it.

we relaxed together at the end of the day and watched a movie, because the byu game is on too late.

feathers down the back

2011-11-15T09:55:00.000-08:00

i've kinda been cracking up for the last 24 hours. little son informed me that he wants an indian head dress for christmas from santa. to anyone who knows him, that should bring a smile to your face.

THAT IS SO LITTLE SON!! he is the master of disguise. the duke of dress up. the captain of costume. the keeper of my mother-of-little-son heart.

while we were in utah this past summer, little son kept begging me to sew him some indian pants, specifically with fringe running down the side, to go with the indian style shirt that his sweet grandma gave to him while we were there. i kept telling him that once we got back to arizona, i would sew those pants. and i did. and he wears them. all the time. and the pants also double as cowboy pants. so, win win.

now he knows that he needs a proper head dress to complete the ensemble. and so, i have been researching indian head dresses-- just in case santa might need a little help. little son made sure that i know that he wants the head dress with ALL the feathers. all of them. down the back.

have you ever purchased an indian head dress? well, i have not. but i have found that there are some out there. and the prices vary. and the styles vary. i am wondering if one size does truly fit all. like, does one size fit all adults? or all people- adults and children included? and is orange better than blue? just a couple questions on my mind today.

i am most thankful for the internet. because if not for al gore and his wonderful invention, i don't even know where i would go to get one- with feathers down the back. party city? do they have legit head dresses there?

just last month, my sweet sister agreed to take little son on a special photo shoot. we gathered up all his costumes and went out to the desert and took a million photos of him in all his get-ups. because, I HAVE TO REMEMBER THIS!! the boy is in multiple outfits everyday. and his imagination runs wild. and he creates accessories out of ordinary household items to go with all his outfits. i must admit: i truly love it. and i never want him to grow up.

and so we captured all these costumes on film. no, on digital.

but, now i'm afraid we'll have to make another trip out to the desert. because we gotta have a picture of that cute little indian chief once he has his head dress. with the feathers down the back.

Mornings

2011-11-14T06:52:00.001-08:00

I am not a morning person. But, mornings with giggles and smiles and hugs- I can do those. I'm glad that we have those most mornings. Today was one of those mornings.

I love our morning routine. Wake up. Get dressed. Breakfast. Song. Scriptures. Hair. Prayer. Goodbyes. (all while the husband takes care of dishes and a load of laundry. hopefully soon we will include the children in a little house cleaning- I would love if I could be left with a clean house by the time I am ready to start my day)

This morning as I waited at the bus stop with the children, we played the latest favorite game. It goes like this: one person starts and says one word. The next person adds a word and so on until we have a silly string of words that hopefully make some sort of a story. There is always laughter as we craft our silly story.

As I returned home, a satisfied smile on my face, I couldn't help but feel oh so blessed with my life. Even at this hour of the morning.

I hope you are having a wonderful morning.

enchanting

2011-11-11T12:01:00.000-08:00

i totally believe in wishes.

and i think today is a truly magical day.

i did, in fact, make a wish at 11:11.

and i believe i will wish again at 11:11 tonight.

under a full moon.

a brand new, fresh wish.

perhaps i will invite the husband

and we will make a lovers' wish.

that sounds enchanting.

i also believe in wish blossoms.

do you?

i love to wish on an expiring dandelion.

oldest daughter was the first in our family

to refer to them as wish blossoms.

and the name has stuck.

don't you think wish blossoms sounds enchanting?

i also believe in creativity.

i have been indulging in a little of the stuff lately.

so, put wishes, this day, and wish blossoms together

and what do you have?

something enchanting.

happy wishing.

Pssst

2011-11-03T22:12:00.000-07:00

I'll tell you something: Whenever I see a tall man, I check him out. Always.

I'll tell you something else: I always check out the tall men because I am married to one.

You wanna know another thing?: I never knew how difficult it is to outfit a tall person, until I married one.

One more thing I need to tell you: If you are a tall man who is wearing something that fits you well and looks nice on you, I will look even more closely. Perhaps even stare at your chest or your bum to see if I can figure out what brand your shirt or your pants are.

One last thing: If I like what you're wearing and I can figure out the brand, I will make a mental note and when I get to my computer, I will usually google your outfit. And then if it is still being sold, it is quite possible that I may purchase it.

Because, I'll tell you this: It is hard to find clothes that fit a tall man. So, if I see it on a real, live, walking, talking tall man then I know it is ok for my tall man.

Pretty sure the husband is glad I check out other men. Or maybe he's not. I think I'd better ask him.

Tell me this: Does this make me a creeper?

Tuesdays with Mrs. Mix

2011-09-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

I took piano lessons when I was a kid. I had a few different teachers.

My first teacher was my oldest sister. It didn't work out so well. The whole respect thing. I really didn't give her any. Because, well, she was just my sister. But she was a great pianist.

My third teacher (did you notice how I skipped the second teacher? That's because that's where the real story is. I'll get around to that in a minute.) was a nice lady. When we went to piano lessons at her house, it was a process. Both of my older sisters and a couple of our neighbors took lessons from her, so we all went to lessons together. One of my friends was the piano teacher's next door neighbor, so all I wanted to do was go over to Jesse's house and play. Forget piano. And we would jump on her trampoline and play tether ball while I was waiting for my sisters and neighbors to finish their lessons.

But my second teacher, oh my second teacher. Here's where it gets good. I have already confessed to my mom, so I feel like I can share this now without too many repercussions. I hope.

Anyway, Mrs Mix. She was my second piano teacher. I was eight years old. I don't even know how my mom found Mrs. Mix. She was the pianist / organist for a local church, I'm not sure what denomination-- in Rifle, Colorado. I've talked about Rifle before here, here, here, and here. I grew up there. It was a small town. Very cozy, hugged on all sides by friendly mountains that our family explored regularly.

My piano lessons from Mrs. Mix took place at her church. The church creeped me out. This church was dark and musty and as soon as I walked through the deeply stained, intricately carved wood doors with their substantial iron handles, the soaring ceilings seemed to press in on me. The towering, heavily-draped windows let in narrow beams of lazy light, that were choked out by the overwhelming haziness of the place.

I would walk down the aisle to the front of the church, past the pews, the carvings, the statues of an anguished Christ that were foreign to me. I could pick up the scent of ancient hymn books, resting on the cold, hard benches, patiently waiting for Sunday's congregation. My ears heard the voices of ghostly choirs and the organ pipes with their hauntingly silent melodies and goose bump-inducing absence.

The piano at which my lessons were taught was old, dark, smelled of damp wood. And the bench moaned when I shifted on it. Mrs. Mix sat beside me in a high-backed, ornately chiseled wooden chair, listening to my offering on the piano with which she was so familiar. My eight year old fingers clumsily danced across those keys, presenting the fruits of a week's practice as fast as they could so that I would not have to spend any more time in that place of worship than was absolutely necessary.

I dreaded Tuesdays. Tuesdays were piano lessons with Mrs. Mix at the church. My sisters didn't take lessons with me at the church and I was supposed to walk directly to the church by myself after school for my lesson.

Usually, I would enjoy a leisurely stroll home from school with my friend Mindy where we would typically stop by The Corner Store for a treat. But not on Tuesday. Tuesday was a sprint. A sprint to the church. I ran as fast as I could so that I could get to the church before Mrs. Mix. Because getting to the church before Mrs. Mix meant that I avoided entering the cold, damp church. I loved those Tuesdays that I rounded the corner and saw no orange Ford Bronco parked on the tree-lined street in front of the towering place of worship. Those were the days I secretly prayed for. Those lucky Tuesdays I would run home and tell my mom that Mrs. Mix never showed up for lessons.

I can't recall how long my lessons with Mrs. Mix lasted. But certainly long enough for that church to make an impression on an eight year old girl. But not long enough to turn me into a career sprinter.

A Few Things I Have Learned

2011-09-27T20:56:00.000-07:00

big assignments will come my way. not necessary to hold my breath throughout the process. i can breathe anytime i want.

children forgive.

everyday is a lesson. every. day.

chocolate heals.

prayers are answered.

spills can be wiped up.

cardboard cuts are real killers. they're like paper cuts on steroids.

freshly potted autumn flowers bring joy.

toilets don't flush by themselves.

chickens take a break during the summer.

sunsets cheer.

paint stays.

women encourage.

dust settles.

craft rooms are awesome.

things don't always turn out as planned.

traditions are the best.

there is enough faith and hope to share.

television invades.

music calms.

scorpions can be the size of lizards.

vans can hold large amounts of cardboard.

burger king gives free ice cream.

there are lessons in fog. and sourdough bread.

toenail fungus is treatable.

bubble baths soothe. bubble baths with glow sticks rock.

someone cares.

dinner is expected. every day.

homemade jokes are the best.

stainless appliances are pretty needy.

not everyone notices.

heat and humidity stink.

garages hold a lot of stuff.

life is good.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

2011-09-23T10:10:00.000-07:00

My daughters (along with a few other elementary school children) will be singing the national anthem at the beginning of the Diamondbacks game tonight. Pretty sure I can't wait.

Look for them.

It's a big deal.

A Sweet Gig

2011-09-21T14:42:00.000-07:00

The daughters (oldest and middle) are taking piano lessons. Since July.

Oldest daughter was introduced to the piano 3 years ago. She took one year of lessons. And then we moved. It took me a while to find a new teacher. But, I finally found one and we started in July. And, boy, is she good. I love her! So do the daughters.

I made a motivational deal with the daughters that if they would practice 5 days a week, they could earn a pack of gum. The small pack. Five pieces. One for each day they practiced.

The second part of the deal was that if they practiced 6 days a week, they could earn a Thrifty ice cream cone from our local water store. (Lots of Arizonans actually purchase drinking water in bulk due to the high ickiness of our tap water.) And the local water store has an ice cream freezer full of tasty Thrifty ice cream choices. For some reason, the Thrifty ice cream counter at our local water store is magical for the children.

The third part of the deal is that if they practice 6 days a week for 4 consecutive weeks, they can have a double scoop in a waffle cone. I know!

Combine these rewards with the candy they earn from their teacher for practicing and I have a couple of budding concert pianists on my hands.

The husband, little son and I are the lucky beneficiaries of the daughters who regularly partake of our new daily tradition of piano practice. I am proud to report that they have not missed out on any of their practice rewards. Since July. They are pretty motivated.

I am so impressed with how quickly middle daughter has caught on to the piano. The first few weeks of practice were a little rough. A few tears. Some tantrums. But now she practices without even being reminded. And she is starting to sound really good.

Oldest daughter is flying through her books. She is just finishing her third set since starting and is about to begin her fourth. Her songs are beginning to be enjoyable to listen to. Over and over.

So, our new weekly tradition is ice cream on Monday nights. Right after Family Home Evening. These past two weeks, middle daughter and little son have opted to get something from the bubble gum machine in lieu of their single scoop, which is usually either cotton candy (which turns their whole mouth a bluish-purple) or cake batter. And, that's way cool for the pocket book, since the bubble gum machine prize is like $1.54 cheaper per person than ice cream.The husband typically orders strawberry cheesecake, while I always go with chocolate malted crunch. Oldest daughter is the bravest of the family because she gets something different every time.

I am wondering how long it will take these lovely and intelligent daughters of mine to figure out that there are three of us riding their wave of reward, since pretty much there are three of us in the family who are rewarded, besides listening to their lovely tunes, for doing nothing. Absolutely nothin.

It's a sweet gig.

You are hereby summoned...

2011-09-16T15:16:00.000-07:00

The husband and I celebrated 15 years of marriage a few weeks ago.

We had a wonderful week in San Francisco to mark the occasion.

San Francisco is much cooler than where I live.

Cooler in weather, I mean.

I packed jackets and sweaters.

And I wore them!

It was awesome.

We had the best time.

Ate the best food.

I had the best company.

There was only one problem:

when I returned to 115 degree temperatures,

I felt like there was some injustice.

Somewhere.

I am dying for Fall.

So today I made pillows to summon Fall.

It should work.

Blessed

2011-08-26T23:24:00.000-07:00

Another week comes to a close and, as I reflect upon it, I can't help but feel blessed. So blessed.

I love where I am. I love who I am. And I love who I share it all with.

Little son was honored by being awarded Student of the Month for August. What a sweetheart, that one! I love him and have so loved his full reports of each school day. He is loving Kindergarten. Loving it. His teacher reports that he is such a responsible student. And that he has loads of respect. As I have gone into his classroom each week to help out, I have loved watching him in his new environment.

A couple weeks ago I picked him up from the bus stop and was dropping him off at home, where the husband was working, so that I could rush off to the temple. As we were about to go inside the house, I told him I would check the chicken coop for eggs today- which is normally his job. He said to me, "Mom, you are in your high heels and dress. How about I check the chickens so you don't get your dress dirty?" I'm telling you, that melted my heart. He takes after the husband. I am doubly blessed by the men in my home.

Middle daughter has decided she wants to take cheer leading classes. And so she has begun those classes and has two sessions under her belt. We shall see if she continues loving it. That girl. She has yet to find something she is passionate about, besides animals, so when she voices a desire to try something, the husband and I have decided to encourage her in whatever it might be. She is also into the second month of piano lessons and doing so well. I love to hear her practicing as I cook dinner.

Oldest daughter is in the middle of student council elections. Speeches are to be made on Monday, followed by voting. I hope she does well. She is growing up. I want to stop her. These innocent days of childhood are passing too quickly.

At the end of the Student of the Month assembly, the vice principal of the childrens' school told me that the husband and I have such great children- all of them. I so agree. But, it is a satisfying and validating feeling when someone else recognizes the merits of our children. I love them. They are my world. I feel fortunate to have good children.

I love what we have.

So blessed.

Adjusting

2011-08-01T08:14:00.000-07:00

It's 8:14 am. My house is silent. Except for the dishwasher- which the husband loaded this morning.

The children have begun their second week of school. And my house is silent. It's going to take some getting used to.

On the first day of school last week, after I dropped the children off and returned home, I went into my bathroom to get ready for the day. Once I had dried my hair, I walked to the kitchen to eat some breakfast. As I was finishing and heading back to my bathroom, I expected my little son to trail along behind me with an endless barrage of verbage. And he didn't. And I wondered, "where is that little son of mine? He is being so quiet." And then I remembered.

I don't think I like that my children are all in school. I spent 9 years waiting for the day all of them would be in school, and now that this day has arrived, I realize that I am closing the book on a story that I wish would go on forever. And I hate to see a good story come to an end.

We had a magical summer! It was full of trips, and exploring, and ice cream cones, and lazy days, and crafts, and swimming, and movies, and play, and dress-ups, and books, and rodeos, and mountains, and games, and friends, and naps, and family, and fun!

And now, I'm starting a new book- the one where my children are growing up and I can't stop it. And it looks like this book has lots of chapters- just like the last one. I think this book is going to take a little time to get into, but I'm confident I'll enjoy it.

For now, I'll set the volume I just finished up on the shelf and feel blessed that I had the chance to experience it.

I'm so glad there are sequels.

In Our Prayers

2011-07-12T15:24:00.000-07:00

So, I just wanted you to know that if you have recently been run over by a car, little son prayed that you could feel better and you wouldn't have a car run over you anymore when he was offering a prayer of thanks to God for his pizza and blueberries at lunch today.

Storms

2011-07-11T14:49:00.000-07:00

I don't know what kind of mom I am.

Two of the children came rushing into my bedroom at 3:00 this morning after being shaken awake by booming thunder and driving rain. I kept waiting for the third child, but for some reason he was able to stay asleep during the loudest thunder I have ever heard. In my entire life.

I didn't allow them to crawl up in bed with the husband and me. I made them sleep on the floor. By the side of my bed. And when middle daughter expressed her fear of the storm, I tenderly hung my hand off the side of the bed so she could hold it. Because I was too tired to cuddle her. And since it was too impossible to hang both hands over the side of the bed, I only semi-tenderly comforted one of my precious daughters. Because it would have taken too much effort to comfort two of them. I tell you, I don't think rationally or compassionately when I am tired and trying to sleep.

And the thunder boomed and crashed and the house shook with each crack of thunder. It was loud! Loud. It even startled the husband who jumped a couple times in his semi-asleep condition during the storm.

And I say I don't know what kind of mother I am, because all I wanted was to sleep. If I were Maria, I would have jumped up and sang a song to my children about favorite things, complete with choreography and jumping on the bed and wrapping up in curtains and all sorts of carrying on. But all I could think was, a) I hope the fissure doesn't open up and swallow this house and b) I still have 5 good hours of sleeping left- let's get on with it.

I love Maria. She was probably a great mom. Plus, she could play the guitar.

2011-06-18T23:08:00.000-07:00

love! my! life!
vehicle transmission problems and all.

Happy Belated Cinco de Mayo

2011-05-06T09:54:00.000-07:00

Yesterday our Little Wedgie familia celebrated Cinco de Mayo in mucho grande style. The children practiced their Spanish, simulated Spanish conversation and generally raised a hubbub as we ate and fiesta-ed.

On the menu was fresh homemade salsa and tortilla chips and tostadas. Muy delicioso! And after dinner, the children went out to play. The husband and I cleaned up the kitchen and retreated to the hammock for a siesta.

It kind of made me giggle a little as I was tucked up in his arms and we relaxed on that most perfect of any invention ever invented that our thoughts were completely in sync. I would say something to the husband and he would reply with, "I was just thinking that." And vice versa. I sometimes think, in our case, telepathy would be quite beneficial. Except, maybe it would be a rude form of communicating for the both of us because we would be coming up with the same thoughts at the same time and interrupting or thinking over the other's thoughts. Make sense? It does to me.

Anyway, it was a pleasant time, swaying in the breeze generated by our patio ceiling fans. It was a warm evening that followed a very warm day. Once the sun went down, we literally felt the temperature cool a noticeable few degrees. Ahhhh.

The children returned from playing at the neighbor's house and we gathered in the kitchen for the crowning event of the day: home made fried ice cream with whipped cream and chocolate and carmel. And it was heaven in a bowl. Perfect for a Cinco de Mayo celebration.

Next year, I believe we shall celebrate the holiday in more proper fashion by beginning our commemoration on Cuatro de Mayo- which is actually Cinco de Mayo Eve. As suggested by a friend, we will gather around and read the Taco Bell Menu. Together. As a family. And then we will live the spirit of Cinco de Mayo all year long.

Rotten Potatoes in Hiding

2011-05-02T12:09:00.000-07:00

There is a rotten potato in my pantry. Somewhere. And it's stinking up the place.

I know it's a potato because I recognize the earthy, stale, rotten smell.

I have searched and searched and can't find it. It is really bugging me. So I have been keeping the pantry door closed.

I have to brace myself every time I go to the pantry to retrieve something. I take a big breath before I open the door, and pray I can hold it until I have finished my purpose in the pantry. I know it's in there- in some dark hiding place. Like, it's probably behind some obscure can of diced tomatoes. Potato- Potahhhto, Tomato- Tomahhhto, and all that. I have a few more nooks and crannies to search before I can call off the effort.

Which, to be honest, I won't call off the effort til I find the stinking spud. And I hope people can overlook the smell when they come into my home. But I wonder if there is a point where it will stop stinking if it has been in there too long?

I know I'll find it. After all, the world finally found their rotten potato and got rid of it. I know I'll find mine.

I just hope it doesn't take ten years.

Marrying

2011-04-29T03:22:00.001-07:00

30 years ago i got up in the middle of the night to watch a royal wedding on the family television set that we carefully dialed to the correct channel in the basement family room of my childhood home in rifle, colorado. tonight i'm doing the same.

last time i watched with my sisters. tonight, i'm watching alone in my own family room on our 50" flat screen hdtv in small town, arizona. children and husband sleeping. last time i was the same age as oldest daughter.

i think i'm a little crazy. i wish my sisters were here to watch with me. this is the kind of thing i love to share with my sisters. last time, my oldest sister was the instigator- making sure the alarm clock was carefully set so we wouldn't miss a thing. this time, it was easier for me to stay up. no alarm clock needed.

but, now we are moms. and we have to do mom things, so a sleepover just didn't fit into the schedule. i'm hoping for a mom nap later on.

last time, my sister- collector of paper dolls- acquired the princess diana paper doll days after the wedding, complete with wedding wardrobe. she was beautiful. my sister had a grand paper doll collection. some store bought, some home made. i haven't inquired as to whether or not she has similar plans to acquire a royal paper doll this time around. or, if she has plans to make one, which i am fairly certain she doesn't do anymore. (but, wouldn't this be a great time to re-start that hobby?)

i can't wrap my mind around what it might be like to marry a prince. or, perhaps i can- i think i have a prince of a husband. and i do know how it is to be treated like a queen in my marriage.

but, i love how modestly dressed the wedding guests seem to be. elegant and modest. and, oh the hats. they seem to magically float on the heads of these modestly dressed women.

i love this quote from the archbishop of canterbury, officiating in the ceremony:

"be who god meant you to be

and you'll set the world on fire"

-st. catherine of siena

and i loved this quote as well:

"every wedding is a royal wedding,

for we are subjects

of the king of creation"

i believe in marriage. i hope theirs is magical. and wonderful. and fulfilling.

because, it would be such a bummer to be married to a prince and find your marriage un-magical. and un-wonderful. and un-fulfilling.

and especially it would be a bummer to live un-happily ever after.

Second Peeks

2011-04-28T08:39:00.000-07:00

As I was trying to fall asleep last night, my mind would not rest. It was a sprinter, dashing through a topical obstacle course. Racing over, under, around and through various topics until it finally crossed the finish line, resting on a topic I rather enjoyed thinking about.

I realized that it has been 15 years since I have experienced a proper doorstep scene.

15 years.

That is a long time. I believe I am quite overdue. This is what my racing mind concluded late last evening.

I decided that I must admit I kinda miss all the innocence and the awkwardness of the doorstep scene and the butterflies and sweaty palms it entails.

In the interest of re-creating a little butterfly magic for myself, I plan on having a doorstep scene tonight- a second peek at the doorstep scene, if you will. I just now sent a text message to the husband this very morning, inviting him to join me in a doorstep scene to rival no other this evening.

It's a good thing the house across the street is currently vacant. This doorstep scene would have the neighbors pulling their children away from their windows and drawing their blinds. And it might possibly conjure a blush or two.

And once their children are properly whisked away, perhaps a second peek.

for the husband

2011-04-09T01:04:00.000-07:00

come on, guys, you had to know it was about time for one of these, didn't ya?

Help the Liar

2011-04-04T22:22:00.000-07:00

"I use Oil of Olay," I lied to the Walgreen's cosmetic counter lady.

I know. I lied. I shouldn't have. But, when she asked what kind of moisturizer I used, I was a little embarrassed to tell the whole truth and nothing but.

Although I was embarrassed to share my beauty secrets with her, I am prepared to share with all the interwebs. Right here. Right now. Because I need to explain and then ask for a little help.

The Walgreen's cosmetic lady was promoting a new, grape seed oil moisturizer- or something of the sort. And I didn't want to purchase it. Plus, I wasn't even there for cosmetics. I was there to pick up middle daughter's prescription for her bronchitis.

But that lady asked what I used. And I told her Oil of Olay, because I didn't want to have to go into a big ol' explanation. Which, to justify, I have used in the past. But recently, like over the past 3 months, I have been using honest-to-goodness extra virgin olive oil (straight from the pantry) as my nighttime moisturizer and even a moisturizer for my body. Really. And I love it.

You might be wondering why. I'll tell you why.

It is an all natural alternative to moisturizers. It has nothing in it that would dry and tighten skin, like many moisturizers contain.
It is inexpensive.
It makes my skin feel silky smooth and leaves just enough shine to make it look like I have healthy skin.

You might be wondering how I came to use it. I'll tell you how.

I have been looking for a great moisturizer for my face to replace my Olay and hadn't found one that I was satisfied with.
I was visiting teaching and the topic turned to skin. My v.t. partner told me that her dad uses it on his hands with amazing results and then the girl we were visiting said that she has used it on her face.
I came home and did some research and found that it is an excellent natural alternative to moisturizers.
I decided to try it. And I've been hooked for 3 months.

Seriously guys, you rub a dime-sized amount on your face and neck at bedtime and go to sleep. And you wake up and there is not any oily residue. And you don't break out. Really. And that break out part is the part that I was totally worried and skeptical about. And your face feels awesome in the morning. Honestly, take it from me- a liar- that there is no oily feel after it all soaks in. It just feels fresh and awesome.

And then, when you take a bath, pour like a tablespoon in your bath water. And soak in it. And then when you get out, your skin is amazing.

And, if you want, you could put some in a spray bottle and spray it on your body at the end of your shower, right before toweling off. And it's awesome.

And, this is probably just about my most insane post ever.

But, this is also something I need help with. Olive oil is just not an option for a facial moisturizer for daytime use, because I need a little SPF. What do you use as a moisturizer on your face in the day? What is a good wrinkle wrangler? Cause, I'm starting to notice a few of those on my face.

Help.

Journey of a Lifetime

2011-03-22T22:35:00.000-07:00

The husband and I recently returned

from a Pioneer Trek re-enactment with the youth of our stake.

Best. Trek. Ever.

The leaders of our stake were truly inspired as they pulled this whole thing together. It was a privilege for me to take part in this and to be a Ma to some incredibly amazing youth. Plus, I loved spending three whole days with the husband.

In order to honor tradition, I shall now recount my trek experience by numbers. Like last time. (that's the honoring tradition part)

375 youth participating in the trek

29 handcarts

41 youth attending from our ward

13 adult leaders from our ward who trekked the entire time with the youth

4 families in our ward

9 kids in our family

5 o'clock am meeting time to prepare for departure

25 miles covered over the course of two days

3 kids in our ward lifted up on the cart to ride as a result of very sore bodies

15 miles covered the first day

23 mph wind gusts as we attempted to set up camp

89 degree high the first day

100s of cactus needles pulled out of legs/arms/buttockses

0 problems with rattle snakes

10 scorpions killed while setting up camp the second day

3 cans of bug repellent emptied by spraying around the exterior and interior perimeters of our tent in hopes of keeping out those pinchy buggers

75 gallons of water consumed by our thirsty family

100 days spent reading The Book of Mormon cover to cover prior to embarking on the trek

1 woman forever changed by acting on a promise from an inspired bishop to commit to change something with this reading of the book (more on this later)

89 points scored by BYU basketball team to secure a win over Gonzaga and a spot in the sweet 16

4 packages of mole skin completely emptied and used up on the feet of our little family

0 children lost forever along the way (only a couple temporarily lost)

8 happy mommy feet after hot stone pedicures upon returning from the trek

0 regrets of time spent on the hot dusty cactusy trail

54+ people who share a special secret that will bond them together forever

He Has My Heart

2011-03-09T09:49:00.000-08:00

The husband just started new responsibilities at church. They include lots of time away from the family. My saddest part is that I won't get to sit by him during our Sunday meetings. I have loved being able to have him by my side on Sundays for the past year. But, I know with these responsibilities come blessings. And he'll be a great helper for our new bishop.

Also, he was made partner in his company last month. I feel a little proud about that. He is so good at his job. He has a real talent for it. And he contributes to his company in ways they acknowledge and appreciate. Like, they say they could never find someone who does what he does for them. So, they have made him partner. Nice trade, no? Plus also, I'm a little excited about the compensation.

On Sunday I wrote a little love note to the husband. It expressed my admiration and appreciation for him. And also a little mushy stuff. And I told him that I love the way he holds my heart and protects it. I found this beautiful red heart, which I gave to him. I told him that since he will be away from us a lot, he can carry my heart in his pocket and hold it and it will feel as though we are right there, together. And then some more mushy stuff. What can I say? I love the guy.

And he put that red heart in his suit pocket. He said he intends to keep it there. Forever. I love that he is a good sport and humors my little gestures.

And I love the way he has my heart.

A Little More Fissure Fest History (from my perspective)

2011-03-04T22:22:00.000-08:00

So, here's the thing: the week we were to close on our house we learned that the area to which we were about to relocate was prone to fissures. I'm talking ground-opening-up-and-swallowing / killing-a-whole-horse type of fissure. It kinda made me nervous. Just a little bit.

All I knew was that we had a good feeling about the house. I called my dad. And I cried to him about the situation. I told him of my worries of my house sinking into the earth someday. And I called my insurance agent. He told me that there was no fissure insurance- nothing to cover us in case of a fissure catastrophe. I called my sisters.

I called the gentleman in charge of fissures at the Arizona State Geological Survey. I asked him every possible question I could think of. He told me everything he could to help me figure out where the fissures currently were in relation to our home. He emailed me images of the latest fissure mapping in the area. I called him back and asked him more questions. He answered them. He sent additional maps. And answered more questions. He was very kind. And patient. And prolly went home with a great story to tell his wife of "this overly-worried lady who called about the fissures and a house she is about to close on." I can only imagine.

I called my dad again. And cried some more. And then I dropped everything and left the husband in charge of his job and the children and went to the temple to find some peace.

I prayed through the whole temple session, searching for the confirmation of our decision to move and some peace to accompany that decision. And nothing came.

As I dressed in the dressing room before leaving the temple, I felt a little confused as to how to proceed. And I walked outside to travel back home. As soon as I exited this sacred building I was met with the greatest assurance of my Heavenly Father's love for me and the knowledge that he was aware of my worries. My eyes were met with the most glorious sunset of purple and coral and pink and gold I had ever witnessed. It hugged the sky from north to south and east to west. It was a gift that spoke directly to me, telling me that He knew that I had concerns, but that I needed to trust and move forward. And it hugged me.

You must know that I love sunsets. I make it a point to stop and seek out the sunset everyday. Every. day. And on this particular day, a sunset was provided for me just to communicate peace. Because I'm pretty sure that Heavenly Father knows that I love sunsets that much. And He speaks my language.

I returned home knowing that we must proceed with the purchase of the home. For whatever reason, we needed to move our family to this particular place.

After this great dilemma, my family had a pretty good time mocking / joking with me about my fissure worries. And it was ok, because I vowed to them that every year we survived the great fissure, we would have a celebration like no other.

And now, in our little family, February is Fissure Fest month at our house. And we have just experienced our first Fissure Fest, which- as we have said before- was a smashing success. We even had a raffle.

And we look forward to many fissure-free years on our little piece of heaven, where we continue to have an excellent view of the sunsets.

It Ain't No Tall Tale: A Brief History Of Fissure Fest

2011-03-01T09:42:00.000-08:00

Alternate title: (Why the big party?)

Late last Autumn, nearing Thanksgiving time, (in 2009) the dearest, younguns and I were mindin' our own business in our beautiful home in the west. We had no idea that our hearts were about to be ripped out, our lives turned inside out and having to work as hard as we could in fighting the mighty fissure. And thanks to Him, we have survived and even have had our hearts replaced with bigger models. And that Gratitude is the reason for Fissure Fest.

But, I get ahead of myself. Let me tell you our very short story...

We had a nice piece of land, a two story house and a little pup to keep us company. I tell you sir, that we had worked that land for just a mite bit over five years and it was the most beautiful landscaped property any soul had ever seen. The property contained many beautiful gardens that had a magical feeling about them. And, I have it on good authority that hundreds of little fairies even visited some of the gardens. Trees lined the property producing the mightiest good tastin' fruit. Plums, peaches, limes, lemons, tomatoes, peppers and more easily grew from the trees and our gardens. Even the plants grew to create play houses for the kids. The land was truly blessed.

Now, to say it was an oasis would be a bit of an exaggeration. EVERYONE knows that an oasis has palm trees and a lake. We didn't have neither.

A few days before I was to wrastle, skin and kill with my bare hands the largest bird anyone had ever seen besides Kevin from UP in order to celebrate our blessin's, the wife and I saw lighting come down from heaven and received a note from the Almighty with His new number on the back.

Now I don't often hear from Him out of the blue like that. Normally when we speak one of us is calling collect, but this time it came un-solicited-like. So I called on His dime, and He told us to pack up the younguns and move far away.

Yessir, we felt there was no alternative. We did as we were told. Except when we got there, we had a problem. Our home was within a half mile of Mr. Y Fissure. Not that Mr. Fissure lived next door, but he has been calling us a few times, and has even drafted some five-feet-tall ground squirrels to torment us and scare our kiddos and pup.

Needless to say, we had a couple of sleepless nights that winter as we waited for news from geologists, state and county workers and insurance companies before we bought that home. In the end the Almighty spoke to our hearts and we knew through that unspeakable peace that this is where we needed to be. We tried to argue, but He came up the most perfect argument any human had ever heard. I hate arguing with Deity because of that one reason: All my arguments are human, His Ain't. He didn't necessarily promise to protect us, but told us to fight for our very survival. And so we have. And we might've even won a few battles against those darned squirrels.

Mercy me! Now when we moved in, we vowed that each year we survived the fissure, we would hold a party to celebrate the victory. We would invite our old friends who we miss dearly and new friends we have made.

Tarnation, I swear that this story is true. I never exaggerate. Plus, I swear it on the sixth toe on my left foot.

2011-02-28T13:15:00.000-08:00

I don't believe we could have hired a fairy tale writer to author a more perfect weekend than the one we just had. We spent the whole weekend with family and friends.

Friday evening the husband and I spent an hour versing (as little son says) oldest daughter's soccer team. Parents vs. Kids. So fun!! The husband is a soccer player- which thing I never knew- but I should have known, because he is a master at whatever he does. He tore it up on the field. And scored twice. I scored once. Woot. It really was awesome to be out on the soccer field playing against oldest daughter and the team we have been cheering for all season.

And I didn't die. All my work outs have paid off. I was able to keep pace with the kids up and down the soccer field. I must admit, it made me smile. Plus, the husband said I rocked my yoga pants. Again, woot.

Saturday morning was the last of the children's soccer games for the season. Once again, huge WOOT! We have had a great season, but I am so ready for it to be done. We have had soccer EVERY night of the week since Christmas break. And games every Saturday.

The games were awesome. The children are little athletes in shin guards. Love those kids!!

After the games, we rushed home for the crowning event of the weekend. An event that has been in the planning for a year. And Saturday was the day.

Saturday evening we hosted Fissure Fest. At our house. And although a bit chilly, it was perfection. The children had prayed all week that the weather would be good for our celebration and that Daddy would feel well (he had been sick the better part of the week). And those prayers were answered.

You prolly are wondering what is this Fissure Fest of which I speak. And, you shall find out.

Tomorrow.

Zipping

2011-02-23T15:27:00.000-08:00

Our house is full of anxious electricity in anticipation of our mucho grande party this coming weekend. Plans are pretty much zipped up. Now for the execution of those plans.

There will be a full report on that later. But for now, let me share something a little personal. In preparation for our celebration, I went on a few errands today. And I was rocking a new pair of pants- ones that are 6 sizes smaller than what I was wearing a couple months ago. Six sizes. But, that's not the personal part. Hang on, it gets better.

I was feeling pretty good on the endurance front as I zipped around town- a few towns, actually- getting what we needed for our grand occasion. I totally made great time, too. And I was focused, just getting what I needed (like glow bracelets and patio chairs and signage and stuff) with no extra perusing of the stores, which takes loads of self-control. And although I needed to use the restroom, I held it and continued- because, ick, public restrooms.

This is where it gets personal (and better). As soon as I returned home my first stop was the bathroom. I admit I was worried if I would make it or not. Well, guess what? I must have been thinking ahead this morning, because my zipper was already down- I hadn't ever zipped it up 6 hours before, prolly anticipating that I would need to skip a step once I returned from my errands. I love how I help myself out like that.

So, I was all over towns and in and out of stores with my fly down. All morning. And no one said a word. I'm hoping my shirt was covering it most of the time. I can't even remember the last time I forgot to zip my pants. Maybe when I was, I don't know, like eleven.

Anyway, can't wait for the party. Good thing our plans are pretty much zipped up. Wish I could say the same for my {smaller} pants.

night music

2011-02-21T23:57:00.000-08:00

it's late. i just finished a long soak in the tub with a good book. once the water started getting a little cold, i got out and dressed in warm pajamas.

i made my way to my family room, which is the most central location in my house, and hopped on the computer to send out a couple emails. as i sat drafting an email, i paused to listen to the sounds of my nighttime abode, so that i could fully inhale the night music emanating from the halls: the breathing of my slumbering family, the whirring of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clocks.

i found myself enchanted by the rhythm of my sleepy house. this is part of the soundtrack of my life. i am often up late after my family finds sleep. i love the peace and the quiet. i love to have time to myself where no one is needing me. i love to have a little time to ponder on my day.

it's late, and i love that my family is providing the background music to one of my most favorite times of the day.

All in a Sunday Afternoon

2011-02-20T21:36:00.001-08:00

the husband and i were enjoying a quiet moment snuggled on our bed today, discussing life and all that comes with it. i was listening as he was trusting me with some of the deep feelings in his beautiful heart. i couldn't help but look at him in wonder as i listened to his intense emotions, something i love about him: he feels deeply and wholly. and once again, i was drawn into his soul- a place that feels like home. comfortable. familiar.

as we talked, soul to soul, we were intermittently interrupted by little people whom we kept shooing out of our room. for some reason, the little people just didn't get that we wanted to be left alone for just 5 minutes.

as soon as they were sent away, they would return moments later to report on the current catastrophe caused by brother or sister. there might have been some scratching involved between siblings. the kind that leaves marks. and maybe some pushing. and then there was the crashing of the ds on the tile. and our moment was interrupted again. time-outs were handed out, toys confiscated, and mom and dad returned to the sanctuary of their bedroom to conclude the deep heart to heart.

as we continued our discussion, feeling confident that the time-outs would be an effective means of confining children to their rooms, one little son snuck quietly into our bedroom. he had obviously been discussing the events of the last few minutes with his older sister, when he innocently questioned:

"so... what you're saying is that one of us has to run away?"

the first thought that came to my mind?

"yeah, i'm thinking mom or dad."

Love

2011-02-14T10:30:00.001-08:00

I'm loving today.

Mostly because of this man:

I love that there's a day to celebrate the ones we love.

Also I love this day because of these ones:

Whoever thought up this Valentine's Day thing was really on to something. Seriously, that person is a saint! A whole day to reflect on the ones we love and celebrate them. Awesome.

Here's the Plan

2011-02-06T21:57:00.001-08:00

We're getting 16 chickens soon. And a couple roosters. I don't really want the roosters. If you must know. My apologies to the rooster lovers among us.

The husband has been drafting chicken coop plans. He's been researching and studying out his options. He has made a few visits to people's coops to see their set-ups. He's taking the good and considering it and discarding the bad. I'm thinking that he has been pondering on the perfect coop just about half of every hour for the last month. At least. And he is coming up with some great stuff. He tells me about his latest ideas every 15 minutes or so. And I nod. And smile and say, "Uh-huh." But, really, I can't picture it. At all. But, that's not to say that I don't care. Because I totally care.

And in not too long, we will have a chicken habitat on the north corner of our property. They probably won't even appreciate all the forethought that has gone into creating the perfect chicken dwelling. And he's making sure that he is reinforcing it so he can protect the chickens from the coyotes. So that means he is putting a chicken wire roof on it so the chickens can't get out. But that also means that he's making it like 7 feet tall so that he can stand up straight when he goes in to collect eggs.

Not only has the husband researched coops, but he has also researched chicken rearing and stuff. Chicken rearing, because we have to make sure the chickens live. I think it would be tragic if he did all this studying about housing chickens and then we got the chickens and they died because we (I say "we" at this point because I want to be supportive and sound like I am helping out at least a little, but obviously I'm not, but when we get them, I'll totally help. And also "we" because I would be just as responsible if they die, which they won't, because I have the husband and he has made all the plans.) didn't research all the angles on chickens. He thinks of everything. Kind of city-farmer-like of him.

We have lived in our "new place" for a year now. And in that year, I have loved seeing the dreamer in the husband. He's in his element, for sure. I have watched him draw up landscaping plans, office plans, desk plans, shed plans, workshop plans, animal/pasture plans, basketball court plans, orchard plans, gopher extermination plans. I love that he is a planner. And slowly those plans are beginning to come to fruition.

We love our house. We love the space we have. And we love the plans we have for the future at this house. And we plan on celebrating our first year here in grand fashion at the end of the month. But that's a post for another day.

I don't know for sure, but I'm pretty confident the husband already has plans for collecting the eggs the chickens produce. I'm thinking he probably has a special egg-collecting-basket plan all drawn up. And perhaps a few different plan options for egg cartons, most likely he has gone green with those. And maybe plans for some overalls and boots or something like that. I've never seen the husband in overalls and boots, but I'm thinking he'd be pretty hot in those things.

My plans are to watch my little farmer as he takes care of those chickens. I think he's gonna be a great chicken daddy.

Growing

2011-02-04T10:27:00.001-08:00

January is done. Over. Gone.

January was a month of growth. Little son turned five. He is not the four-est any more. Now, he is the five-est. And we love having a five year old around the house again. Now begins registration for Kindergarten. What will I do without my little shadow and talk-box around all the time? Good thing I don't have to worry about that til July.

January was also a month of running all over the place. And soccer. And meetings. And events. A month of only a few seconds to catch my breath before I was off to the next calendared event.

So far, it seems like February is up to the challenge. It has sprinted out of the starter blocks and looks to give January a run for its money. And already, good things have happened. And I am feeling blessed beyond anything I deserve.

I grew in January- and shrunk. I left a few more pounds behind and felt my spirit bulging. I love that feeling. I was fortunate enough to sit in on a number of powerful meetings and felt my testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ expand. I had some amazing insights as I studied from the scriptures and pondered on the application in my life, today. And of course, the husband and I grew together as we discovered how to be the best parents we can be. I love being married to this man! How did one girl ever get so lucky?

In January I learned some new things about myself. It was a month of self-discovery. A month of reflecting upon who I am and who I truly want to be.

January was a month of re-dedication to my church responsibilities and a month of added inspiration as to how to go about serving in the best way I can that will benefit those I associate with in my responsibilities. I am excited about what I have learned and where I have been directed. Good things are ahead. I can feel it.

January is over. Gone.

Thank you, January for teaching me that I want to look back at the close of each month this year and find that I have grown. (and shrunk)

What's That Buzzing?

2011-01-13T09:30:00.000-08:00

Turns out, I am that mom.

We all know that the individual without children has all the answers pertaining to child-rearing. That's no secret. But, we also all know that the individual who is not a parent to a particular child can hear everything that child says, whereas the actual parent of that child has a hearing deficiency in relation to that child, and that child only. Because, the parent of that child can most certainly hear with clarity the child of another parent. Agreed?

I have found that I have most definitely contracted the parental hearing deficiency. And it seems to be getting worse. Not only do I have the parental hearing deficiency, I also believe that I may be afflicted with the parental attention deficiency.

I am discovering that I don't pay as close attention as I should. Often I hear a buzz surrounding whatever task I am concentrating on, accompanied by a tugging on my shoulder or leg. Once I focus, I realize that buzzing is my child talking to me and the tugging is their attempt at capturing my attention.

My automatic response to the buzzing is to respond with a yes or a no before it even registers what the child has said. Pathetic.

It seems I am waltzing numbly through life lately, only to realize later that my child was requesting attention or love or chocolate.

As I put on my jeans this morning, I noticed that there was an unfamiliar bulge in the right front pocket of my pants. Kinda unusual. Upon further investigation, I discovered a little treasure in the form of assorted rubber bands and a Littlest Pet Shop sticker.

I don't know how any of it got there. And I'm pretty sure I am the only one who wears these jeans that were fresh from the dryer.

What this means is that the last time I wore this particular pair of pants, I must have had a tiny little buzzer beside me, reaching their hand into my pocket and depositing their latest collection. And I had no idea. None. And what makes it more curious is that this particular pocket has a button that apparently had to be undone and then re-buttoned. And I never noticed.

Since we all know that people watch the actions of other people's children, I am certain that someone probably witnessed this deposit. Were you with me when it happened? Fill me in on the details, please? Because I don't want to be that mom anymore. I want to be present- I want to pay closer attention to every single word that comes out of their mouths. I want to feel every little hug. I want to see every little delighted smile that forms on their lips. I want to know when they have a treasure to deposit in my pocket, so they can tell me about it and I can be excited with them.

When I can do all that, I'm pretty sure my hearing deficiency will clear up and that buzzing noise will disappear.

Look-Alikes

2011-01-07T08:10:00.000-08:00

In a fairly recent post, I mentioned my children's latest obsession with the cartoon She-Ra. As with all obsessions, the children find ways to relate She-Ra to their everyday lives. Little son loves to tell me how She-Ra would fight the bad guys and middle daughter talks about She-Ra's horse.

Another thing middle daughter told me the other day is that I look like Shadow Weaver. I had no clue who that was. I googled it and came up with this

Awesome.

Shadow Weaver is a villain. Could you tell? Don't know quite how to take that.

The only thing that pulled me through was remembering the husband had told me just the day before that I was having one of my 10 sexiest days of all time.

Awesome!!

Pioneers and New Years

2011-01-03T07:52:00.001-08:00

Kinda feeling a little pouty and sad for the pioneers today. They didn't have Pandora to listen to when they were washing their petticoats and stuff. I totally don't have petticoats, but I have Pandora. And because of it, I can listen to all the a Capella my little heart can handle while I wash my dishes. I heart a Capella music. A whole lot. Or, when I'm feeling extra rockerish, I could listen to something really hard core. While I scrub my toilets or whatever.

How lucky are we to live in the 2011s?

Speaking of 2011, I have a good feeling about it. I think this year is going to rock. I even have a theme for the year. Or a motto. Or whatever you wanna call it. It's good. Ready for it?

Love Deeper

Work Harder

Smile Longer

Share More

It's a good one for me. It encompasses many of the things that I have been focusing on lately. Plus, I so need to improve myself. Lots.

I prolly should have it cut out on vinyl. And stick it on my wall in true Mormon fashion. Because, I'm Mormon (did ya know?) and that's what we do. Wouldn't it look good? I know.

I think the pioneers had mottos. They would have to. How else would they keep their chins up with all those petticoats and bloomers they had to wash? By hand. With no Pandora.

Do you have a motto slash theme for 2011?

12:30 pm

2010-12-23T12:30:00.000-08:00

Post-Edit title: Christmas Adam

(the original title of this post was Christmas Eve, Eve.

My nephew informed me that today

is actually Christmas Adam--- since Adam came before Eve)

The girls made lunch for everyone.

The husband and little son shredded papers

so that the husband can make paper bricks,

his newest green venture.

And I vacuumed.

So we can open presents on a clean rug.

Once the vacuuming was complete,

the girls powered up the Roku.

They were excited to finish watching She-Ra.

When the husband heard the She-Ra music,

he paused the paper shredder and joined them "for lunch."

(But we all know he really just wanted to find out what happened with She-Ra)

Merry Christmas Eve, Eve!!!

A Note of Apology

2010-12-16T11:15:00.000-08:00

I think it's time I apologize to The Shaefers. In letter form. Even though the letter I write is to The Shaefers, I don't mind if you read. Because, it is on the blog after all.

Dear The Shaefers,

I am so sorry. Your Christmas card has been delivered to our house 4 times now. And each time, I put it back in the mailbox, flag raised, and last time with a yellow post-it on it- alerting Mr. Postman to make sure it goes to you.

Our mailman has picked it up each time. And then as he shuts the mailbox door, he peels out of there as fast as he can, like he's trying to get the heck out of Dodge- he has created a divot (although there is no grass there) about the size of a small canyon. Not your fault. He does it everyday. The husband is weary of fixing it. He is running out of gravel to fill it.

I digress. Back on subject, I am sure Mrs. Barbara Driscoll is wondering if you have received your card, tucked in the red envelope. And she is not aware that it keeps coming to us. Nor is she aware that the children have been jonesing to open it each time it is delivered. But, I have not allowed it. I know. You're totally welcome. I am the defender of the card.

So, today I placed it back in the mailbox after I sharpied-out the little routing stamp at the bottom. That's prolly why it keeps coming to us, since we live on separate sides of the valley from you, and our addresses are only a little tiny bit similar. Like, we have 3 of the same numbers in our 5 digit house number. Yet, they are not in the same spots. And our towns are totally not the same. Honest mistake. Plus it's the holidays, and those postal workers are just trying to keep up with the volume. And, trying to avoid going postal. That would be hard at this time of year, in the post office, don't you think?

And I hope Mrs. Barbara Driscoll enclosed a gift card or family picture or brag letter or something that would make it worth all this traveling it has done. Poor weary card traveler.

And since I'm pretty sure you read my blog, you will know to look for the little red envelope with the mistletoe sticker on the back. It should arrive tomorrow. If all goes well.

I don't know. Maybe you can make sure to hang it on your wall with scotch tape when it arrives? And then perhaps keep it up there past President's Day just so that it can get adequate wall time, since Mrs. Barbara Driscoll really did send it out with ample time to spare before Christmas.

Again, our sincerest desert apologies. Desert apologies, because I'm pretty sure desert apologies are the most sincere. And we are, after all, in the desert.

And if we ever meet in this life, you can thank us. But, really, we are just that benevolent. So if we never meet, we know that you feel you already owe us so much. You're so welcome.

Your friends,

The Laughing at Life's Little Wedgies Family

P.S. I am sure you can appreciate our dedication in getting your card to you, especially as you may not be aware that today, this very day, is the husband's birthday and so it really did take a bit more effort on our part to get that card back in the mailbox. Plus, we said goodbye to Elder B. yesterday, so, you know- really busy.

Writing the Book

2010-12-15T10:04:00.000-08:00

my nephew, elder b.

(surprise, sister, i just totally stole this pic from your blog. thanks.)

I was going through my post in-box, or whatever it is, and looking at all the posts I have started but never published, and I came across this draft- written over a year ago- on October 14, 2009.

Last Wednesday evening as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, the husband next to me already deep in dreamland with his hand resting on my backside, my mind was racing- not willing to rest.

I was thinking about the busy day I had just completed and the progress of the project we had been working on that day. I was thinking about the husband and his business trip the following day and how I would miss him.

And then, as thought processes are sometimes neither rational nor logical, I realized that it was Wednesday. The day that many parents send their 19 year old son or 21 year old daughter out into the world to preach the gospel. I thought of all the new missionaries being introduced to life in the MTC (Missionary Training Center) in Provo, Utah. And I thought about their families. And all the tear-y goodbyes and the hugs for family and the handshakes for the girlfriend or boyfriend left behind.

Such an emotional day is Wednesday for missionary families.

And Wednesday is the first chapter of a new book of adventures.

I thought this was a very appropriate for the events of the day. Because today is Wednesday, the day my nephew enters the MTC. We went to the airport to see him off this morning. And there were lots of missionaries leaving on this very same morning, headed to the MTC.

I'm pretty sure they all had pencils in hand, ready to write that first chapter.

And, I'm pretty sure there were lots of families hoping their missionary will also use that pencil to draft a few information-filled letters home.

Happy Day with Ghosts

2010-12-10T09:45:00.000-08:00

Today my younger brother becomes a doctor.

He has been working hard learning all this stuff.

Today he graduates.

And gets a diploma and all that.

And now he can work on people.

He recently moved his family to Arizona.

We love having them close.

And now, since he has gone back to his school to graduate,

we are taking care of one of his cute children.

As my cute little nephew has been in my home these past few days,

I keep seeing the ghost of my little brother

running through my house,

playing with my own little son.

And then, I look again,

and it's like the ghost of the husband

is playing with the ghost of my younger brother.

I'm not afraid of ghosts.

And it makes me smile.

Congratulations, brother!!

I sure do love you.

Thought of You

2010-12-09T11:08:00.001-08:00

As some of you may remember, I like to dance with my wife in the kitchen.

This video caused me to pause and recall some of the most emotional dances we've shared in the past few years. From comforting each other through heartbreaks, to finding joy in our children, to working clumsily through our individual trials, to celebrating simple newfound joys, to simply expressing our love for each other, I find comfort in her arms and knowing she loves me.

I love you dear. I'm grateful for the promises we've made to keep dancing with one another throughout the eternities.

Thought of You from Ryan J Woodward on Vimeo.

Giving Up

2010-12-08T08:08:00.000-08:00

We have a good friend who recently celebrated his first anniversary of being baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It has been an amazing two years as we have witnessed his growth and the changes he has made in his life. We are blessed to have been part of his journey.

I was going through my email sent box the other day, cleaning house and deleting old stuff, when I came across an email I had written to him a few months before his baptism, as he was making his decision to join the church. It gave me a few goose bumps as I read.

Indulge me as I share it. Mostly, I want it on my blog so that I can have this as a record and testimony of my own growth, but also I like the insight. Maybe you will, too.

When I was a little girl, I grew up in a small town called Rifle, Colorado. Every Easter, the local hospital would host an Easter Egg hunt on their front lawn. Every one came. And there was always tons of candy- perfect for little hunters. And anticipation was always at a maximum. Once the signal was given, it was pandemonium- children all over the place with their little wicker Easter baskets- gathering up all the candy they could.

When all the Easter sweetness was collected, it was time to sort the bounty. But the fun was not over. On each candy, was a tag with the name of a store on Main Street, downtown. And, if we wanted, we could take that piece of candy downtown and trade it at the store for an even better prize. Usually, the store clerk had kites and cars and parachute guys or balloons or whistles. And we could decide if we would give up that piece of candy for something that would last a bit longer than the sugar settling on our tongue and gone in a moment. And I usually traded in my candy and redeemed it for the better item.

Years later as I was reading the Book of Mormon one day, I read a story that I had read numerous times before, but took on a new meaning for me this particular time. The story was in the book of Alma, chapter 22. It caused me to remember Easter Egg hunting on the community hospital lawn in the little town of Rifle, Colorado.

The story centers around a man named Aaron who is, at the time, a missionary and teaching King Lamoni's father- who was also a king. Aaron tells King Lamoni's father about the gospel of Jesus Christ. King Lamoni's father is touched and the following conversation ensues:

16 But Aaron said unto him: If thou desirest this thing, if thou wilt bow down before God, yea, if thou wilt repent of all thy sins, and will bow down before God, and call on his name in faith, believing that ye shall receive, then shalt thou receive the hope which thou desirest.

17 And it came to pass that when Aaron had said these words, the king did bow down before the Lord, upon his knees; yea, even he did prostrate himself upon the earth, and cried mightily, saying:

18 O God, Aaron hath told me that there is a God; and if there is a God, and if thou art God, wilt thou make thyself known unto me, and I will give away all my sins to know thee, and that I may be raised from the dead, and be saved at the last day

King Lamoni's father was a king who went through life enjoying the things that he felt enriched his life- his material possessions, his habits, his passions, his power. But Aaron teaches him the gospel and King Lamoni's father recognizes truth and realizes he is missing important things in his life and he is willing to give up all his sins- his material possessions, his habits, his passions, his power, the things he loves- to know God.

Just like the Easter Egg hunt- he has gone through life collecting all his sins in his wicker basket. And they are things he thinks are important and exciting. But, when he feels of the greater importance of Aaron's message, he is willing to give up all those things for something better. And he gives his trust to God that He will deliver all of what He promises. He accepts the Atonement and utilizes it in his life- similar to a child surrendering her candy with the faith that the store clerk will reward her with something that will bring greater lasting joy.

This is what the scriptures can do for you. As you read them and liken them to your own life, all the struggles you face can be overcome, if you are willing to give them up. All of them! You just need to commit to change- and then move forward and not look back. And trust in the Lord. He blesses us beyond belief, and all He requires it that we give up.

Super Hero

2010-12-05T21:08:00.000-08:00

I heart weekends. A lot.

I have a nephew who will be leaving to serve a two year voluntary church mission in just 10 days. That is not a lot of days. But, he has been preparing for this mission for 19 years. 19 years=6935 days. That is a lot of days, but still not enough to prepare for a two year goodbye.

He is the oldest nephew on my side of the family. And he is awesome. He loves a lot of things- is passionate about a lot of things- I love his enthusiasm for his passions. He is a drummer. An awesome drummer. And he plays the piano. Awesomely. And he likes to hang with his old aunts and uncles. Which is awesome.

He has some new glasses that he believes make him look a little like Clark Kent. I must say that I agree. I think Clark Kent could be considered a Super Hero, which is perfect- especially in the case of this nephew. Definitely a Super Hero.

This weekend was especially meaningful because we celebrated one of the most favorite of favorite Christmas traditions. And this will be our last time to celebrate this tradition with our awesome nephew for two years. It was our annual desert bonfire party.

Oldest daughter and me as the evening was getting underway

So, we lit the desert bonfire and gathered around and shared dinner, stories, songs and tender feelings. Each member of the family who has already served a two year mission shared memorable stories of Christmases spent in the mission field, in honor of the nephew's upcoming departure.

And then the nephew shared his feelings about getting ready to leave on his amazing adventure. And of course, we cried. And marveled at the maturity of our cute nephew. He is going to be one awesome missionary.

the nephew, in Clark Kent glasses, sharing his feelings

And then, middle daughter requested that my oldest sister recount her very own personal experience of witnessing Santa Claus's boot as he exited our home via the chimney when I was just 4 years old. This story is legend. It never ceases to mystify my children.

And then we returned to the business of celebrating the nephew and the choices he has made in his life which have led him to this point. He has set a tremendous example for his cousins.

I am excited for my nephew. He has the gospel of Jesus Christ to share. For two whole years. 24/7. For many in Latvia, this means they are about to meet someone who just might become their Super Hero. Luckies.

Jedi in the House

2010-12-01T19:37:00.000-08:00

I must confess that when the husband is at a dental appointment and little son and I have the house all to ourselves, we may sometimes engage in full-on Jedi battles. Throughout the entire house.

Little son has mad Jedi skills and is not opposed to teaching me some pretty sweet moves from time to time. I wish I could be a Jedi, but mostly I just have to be Darth Mom. Are Darths Jedis? I’m not well-versed in all things Jedi, but I am learning.

As I said, there may have been a Jedi battle in our home today- after the insulation guy left. Because if the battle had begun while he was in our attic, he may have thought we were a little crazy. Plus, we try not to use Jedi powers on innocent by-standers and stuff like that.

Little son especially loved when I somersaulted up onto my bed and held him at bay with my light saber. It was a wickedly awesome move, if I do say so myself. Also, the bed was a great place to be when Jedi Boy pushed the force in my direction with his open palm, because Jedi-forced open-palm pushes are forceful and you need a soft place to fall back forcefully in dramatic fashion, which I ended up doing over and over and over again. And again.

We battled throughout the house, yelling stuff like, “Surrender to the force” and “You’re not my father” in authentic Jedi voices, mostly because those are the lines I remember from the movies. Plus I remember the line, “these are not the droids you are looking for” except we have no droids anyway so we couldn’t use that one. And there was lots and lots of loud laughter, and, as you already know, some evil-speaking. And it was good the husband was gone because we were kind of loud and I don’t know what his clients might have thought about the background noise and the chasing, since he does work from home and his office is located in the battle zone.

But, I also think that had the husband not had a dental appointment, he prolly would have joined the battle. And I would have made sure he was on my side. Because Jedi Boy is pretty strong in the force and I can use all the help I can get.

A Little {Unsolicited} Advice

2010-11-23T15:04:00.000-08:00

While I was dusting my very dusty furniture, I was reminded of why I really don't love dusting- it's dusty. And then I thought that I should pass on a bit of advice so that others will not have to suffer as I. And that advice would be this:

Don't ever buy a table with grooves on the top, especially if it is your kitchen table. Because it will get crumby, and crusty in the grooves. And if it is dusty at your house, it WILL get dusty in the grooves. Then, you have to break out your best equipment to de-dustify it. And sometimes you just can't get everything out of those grooves and it will bug you because you feel like that piece of furniture is always dirty- even though it may not appear dirty to your visitors, you will know what lurks in the crevices. And that is a heavy weight to have on your mind when you should be enjoying your company. And just so you know, we used to have a kitchen table with a grooved top, but we got rid of it for that very reason. But also so you know, I have a sofa table that has grooves, which is what I was dusting and it caused me to remember the kitchen table, so I guess I didn't learn my lesson from the kitchen table. But, at least we don't eat on the sofa table, so the food mess isn't there. K?

And that little moment of dusting caused me to start thinking about advice. And how mostly people give advice when you aren't really looking for it. And so I think that since you are not really looking for advice right now, it must be the opportune moment for me to give you some. Like, remember how much advice you got when you became engaged, or when you were about to have a baby, or when you were about to graduate from college? And you weren't really looking for advice? Yeah, that. That's like now- not looking for advice, and here it comes.

Here's my advice:

If you wanna go to bed mad at your spouse, you can. Because for some people, the lack of sleep is the reason for the argument in the first place and all they need is a re-charge or time to cool down and think about it. And that's what sleep does.

Don't give parenting advice to a mother who is right in the middle of trying to discipline a child, because she may take your unsolicited advice as a criticism. Just sayin'.

Dance in the rain. Even dance in the sun. Or the wind, because then your skirt will twirl nicely.

Sweep with shoes on. Then your feet don't get all crusty.

Don't get bugged by the little things. Save your energy for the big things, because when something big happens and it bugs you, you can be spectacularly bugged-- and the time that you would have spent being bugged by the little thing won't have been wasted. And then you can get more sympathy from people cause they won't be tired of hearing about you being bugged. And you need sympathy, mostly because when you are bugged, you just need understanding.

If you live in Arizona, you should have a pest control specialist visit your home on a regular basis. And if you have pigeon problems, put some spikes on your house. They are awesome. And if you have gophers, talk to the husband, because he has found something that we think is working.

Get yourself a fire pit so that you can sit outside with your children on chilly evenings and have fireside chats. Fireside chats with your children = awesome.

And my best piece of advice? That would be the one that goes like this: don't follow peoples' advice- because mostly, it really just applies to them and what they found to work the best in the situation they were in. But, you could definitely use it as a reference. If you want.

darn google

2010-11-19T07:30:00.000-08:00

this past summer, we sat on the porch at grandma and grandpa's house in the evenings to drink in the lovely dusk and the mountain breezes pouring out of the canyon.

and we told knock knock jokes and climbed the poles and ran races and timed them to see how fast we were getting. some of us got pretty fast. and the husband taught the children how to handle corners when racing.

often, i would find two children on my lap, wanting tickles. or just time.

one evening, middle daughter was on my lap and little son was behind me, playing with my hair- which i always love and welcome. pretty soon i noticed he was muttering something as his little fingers danced through my hair. so i listened closer and understood him to be saying,

"searching, searching, searching."

finally i asked him what he was doing. to which he matter-of-factly replied,

"i'm searching for the eyes in the back of your head."

all mothers have them, you know. my mom did.

*********

yesterday morning as i was helping oldest daughter with her hair before sending her off to school and her exciting field trip, she decidedly announced that she knows i do not have eyes in the back of my head.

aghast, i demanded to know where this preposterous notion had originated. she then declared that she had googled it.

what? googled if moms have eyes in the backs of their heads? she did. at school, during computer time.

who gave permission for that? don't school computers have filters? and where's the teacher who should be monitoring what the children are doing?

i have been thinking long and hard for a rebuttal to this revelation. and i got nothing. nothing.

years and years to build up a good story and darn that google goes and destroys it all in one search.

still, amazing what you can google. donchathink?

Tallying

2010-11-17T21:12:00.000-08:00

once upon a time, i was born. and since that day, every 365 days i have commemorated my birth by adding one to my year tally- and the total is adding up in a grand fashion. maybe you can relate.

just recently, i tallied up- again. because 365 days rolled around. and in keeping with tradition, i added one to my tally.

of all the traditions that are observed in my little family, i have one that just might be my favorite. the husband has made it a tradition to take the day off work whenever a birthday is to be celebrated in our home.

however, just days before my traditional tally addition, i was informed by the husband that he was required to be in a meeting on the day of my birthday commemoration. and he had tried everything he could do to get out of it. to no avail. to make matters worse, the meeting was to be held in another state and it would be necessary for him to travel, which would mean he would be absent the days preceding, including and following my birthday.

pout. (inwardly, so as not to appear unsupportive and self-centered)

and then the happy surprise: the husband had made arrangements for me to accompany him. three days. no children.

but it did mean that the husband would still be in meetings on my day. but, it also meant that we could get away, just the two of us and spend the evenings together- uninterrupted.

plus, it meant that on my birthday- the day of my grand tallying- i would have the day all. to. myself.

bliss. (inwardly, so as not to appear that i didn't want the children gathered around celebrating this most special of days with me)

we traveled. and arrived here

as the snow was gently falling. it was beautiful. and romantic.

we stayed in a charming suite with vaulted ceilings and a ridge-pole loft and fireplace.

early the next morning, the husband was off to his meeting after wishing me a happy birthday. i stayed in bed as long as i could- only til 8:00- which was a little disappointing because i would have thought i could sleep in a little longer. so, i got out of bed at 8:00 am.

i opened the curtains and was greeted by this breathtaking scene:

it was so lovely, i got dressed- and smiled to myself because i only had to dress myself and not 3 little people- and walked out into a winter wonderland. i tried to breathe in as much of the surroundings as my lungs could handle.

and then i enjoyed a breakfast by the fireplace, at my own little table. a breakfast i didn't have to prepare- with no one asking me to pour them some juice and no one needing their breakfast items cut or cooled. and it was quiet so i was able to gaze out the windows and lose myself in the winter scene, uninterrupted.

and then i hiked in the mountains. and had no cell phone reception, but every so often as i entered a clearing, my phone beeped at me to alert me of a voice mail waiting. one from my dad and one from my mom and one from my sister- all wishing me happiness on this day. and then other messages smattered throughout the day when i wandered into a patch of cell phone reception.

after my hike i made my way back to my room and got ready for the day- and i admit, i took some mirror pics to text to the husband- because without children, one can really have a good hair day and look amazing. then i attempted texting the best ones to him, although, i had no text reception whatsoever, so the texts never went through. no texts. all day.

i spent more time out of doors. and the day carried on. relaxed.

i believe it was the best birthday ever. i loved spending time alone. thinking. dreaming. hiking. resolving. contemplating. having no responsibility. just being.

it was a good day for tallying.

before we left sundance, the husband purchased a little memento for me. a little something more to tally up.

c + s = 1

i kinda like birthday math.

and that was my birthday. it was heaven. heaven.

and the day following was just as lovely- spent by myself as the husband attended meetings.

and when it came time for us to make our way home, i returned home to my children a better, more relaxed mother. because while i was away, i tallied my blessings.

three of which are my sweet children.

p.s. a million apologies to all our family and friends in utah for not letting you know we were in town. next time, i'll be less selfish. and probably stay at your house.

Once in a Lifetime

2010-11-15T12:18:00.001-08:00

Ground was broken for a new temple on Saturday.

We got to turn a few shovels.

And meet a General Authority and his sweet wife.

And shake their hands.

It was a perfect day.

One we will remember for a lifetime.

I Know a Guy...

2010-11-05T10:47:00.000-07:00

I know this boy who has an orange neck tie from the 1970's- and he wears it sometimes in the 2010's, because someone gave it to him while he was on his mission.

I know this boy who makes his girl smile. Everyday.

I know this boy who is pretty handy with power tools.

I know this boy who would do anything for his girl. Even if it involved asking the lady behind them in line at Toy Story Mania at Disneyland if he could take a picture of her ring because his girl wants him to remember what to pick out for their next anniversary. And, also, because his girl promised a 5 minute make-out session if he did.

I know this guy who wears some black shoes that his girl calls his old man shoes, but secretly, she thinks they are pretty darn stylish.

I know this boy who is the friendliest person you will ever meet.

I know this boy who always has a happy surprise for his girl.

I know this boy who looks his girl in the eyes and tells her everything will be alright. And for some reason, she believes him. And it is.

I know this boy who sits really close to his girl at church. So close that you couldn't even get a Book of Mormon between them. And the girl loves it, because they didn't use to get to sit together at church.

I know this boy who reads to his boy and girls every night.

I know this boy whose girl thinks he is pretty darn hot. Plus, sexy.

I know this boy who eats whatever his girl prepares. Without complaint. Even when the garlic bread is a little over-broiled.

I know this boy who holds his girl's hand whenever he can.

I know this boy who can do computer stuff. And downloads stuff for his girl all the time.

I know this boy who snuggles with his girl on the hammock under the stars after the children are in bed. His girl likes that. A lot.

I know this boy who lets his girl cry on his shoulder.

I know this boy who helps his girl dream up and create the perfect craft room. Just for his girl.

I know this boy who knows anything about everything.

I know this boy who deserves way better than what his girl delivers.

I know this girl who really, really loves this boy!!

2010-11-03T12:04:00.001-07:00

Two things helping me smile today:

1) the absence of political ads

2) this from little son :

"mom, i found more fake dollars!

woohoo!

{with double fist pump}

i love being fake rich!"

{stuffs fake dollars into real pocket

and runs off to play}

2010-10-31T05:10:00.000-07:00

Happy Halloween!

Catching Flies

2010-10-28T07:13:00.001-07:00

The weather has turned here. Finally.

Last evening I opened all the doors and let in the glorious breeze. And the flies.

This morning as we were reading scriptures, oldest daughter wielded the fly swatter and went on a hunt. She has fly swatting skills that you wouldn't believe. Reminiscent of the Karate Kid and his chopsticks. Often she uses just her hands to catch flies.

And then she feeds them to the canine.

Kinda grosses me out.

When a Ninja Visits...

2010-10-26T08:35:00.001-07:00

...you know it's time to carve your Halloween Jack-O-Lantern.

another reason to smile

2010-10-20T09:52:00.001-07:00

...the beautiful, full-arching double rainbow

i witnessed on my run this morning.

and smiling because

i totally live in the

pot of gold

at the end of the

rainbow!

Smiling?

2010-10-19T12:28:00.000-07:00

I've been in need of smiles today.

And I've been looking for them.

And I have found them...

...in the rain lilies on my porch

...in the love notes the husband left for me

on my bathroom mirror.

...in a son who loves his storm trooper gun.

...in a rest on the hammock after my workout.

...in fall decorations.

...in the cool air and mountain views from my back porch.

...in the mums the husband brought back from his trip to the store

that reminded him of the hanging mickey mouse baskets

and our disneyland vacation last week.

...and even in the melted bubble gum

that got caught up in my whites in the dryer.

ugh.

2010-10-18T00:08:00.000-07:00

I'm sad today.

Just can't shake it.

But oh, how I love that husband of mine.

He's my earthly constant.

And he holds me when I'm sad.

I am blessed.

For The Wife

2010-10-09T23:42:00.000-07:00

Two can play at this game...

...by the way, I love you more.

stuff

2010-10-07T17:05:00.000-07:00

The children are on fall break for two weeks. So fun.

But I have a few random thoughts on my mind.

We have received some late monsoon storms here. And they have been powerful storms- hail the size of golfballs and all that. Denting cars, flooding roads, uprooting trees and power poles, wreaking havoc- even tornadoes up north. 4 in one day, to be exact. It's crazy weather. And as I was driving in it, I was wishing that rain came down with a little soap in it so that my car could get clean. That would be awesome!
The children are on a Pollyanna fix these days. And oldest daughter has taken the teachings of the movie to heart. And throughout the day I hear all sorts of Pollyanna-isms courtesy of oldest daughter. And it has rubbed off on me, cause the other day as I was checking my blog comments, it told me there were no comments yet. That is so Pollyanna of blogger.
I totally hurt my leg last week while running. So I went to the doctor. He told me it is tendonitis. And to lay low for a while. And finally, my leg is feeling better. Sooooo glad, cause tendonitis hurts like crazy. I never thought sympathetic thoughts for tendonitis sufferers before. But now, well, I feel for those people everywhere. Plus also, the husband and I were quite a pair- he with his broken toe, and me with my tendonitis- limping around on our date last Friday. Our friends that we went out with showed adequate concern.

And that would be all for now.

For The Husband

2010-10-04T23:32:00.000-07:00

You Know You're A Mom If...

2010-09-28T22:13:00.000-07:00

...you go to use the chap-stick you keep in your very own toothpaste drawer in your bathroom and, after removing the lid, when you wipe the chap-stick across your lips something falls off the top of the lip balm and lands on your bathroom floor and you think, "man, i hate it when my tube of lip balm breaks off in chunks" and then you realize it was actually a tiny button that fell off the top of the waxy tube and fell on your bathroom floor and you wonder how long ago one of your children searched out the perfect button to rest atop the chap-stick, just waiting for the day someone would unsuspectingly attempt to apply the cherry chap-stick to their lips.

well, it was tonight for me.

Hot and Broken

2010-09-24T13:05:00.001-07:00

Yesterday I watched my little sister's darling baby. The girls were ecstatic when they got home from school and found her at our house. We were entertained with her jabbering and by her abundant thighs.

My sister came to collect her just before dinner and we talked them into staying to dine with us on pork chops and sweet potatoes.

The husband hasn't shaved his beard all week. Just for me. Cause I like him rugged. And he asked my sister's opinion during dinner. She told him she thinks he's hot. HOT.

After dinner we went outside to ride bikes. It was a beautiful evening, not too hot- with a full moon. And bats. We had bats flying around us. The husband promised to protect us by swatting them away with the light saber he borrowed from his son. We felt safe.

As my sister and I were talking about putting our wagon in the trunk of her car, the husband was bringing in the bikes. He started with little son's razor scooter. And I think he was working on some gnarly scooter moves to impress us. Because that's what boys do when they have two hot mom chicks standing in their driveway.

Pretty soon we heard metal clanking against concrete. And we looked over and realized the husband was sprawled on his back on the driveway. And we went to see what happened.

Apparently, while practicing his gnarly moves, the wheel of the scooter hit the seam of the concrete and it tripped the scooter and the husband went down. Hard.

He told me later that as he was falling his main thought was, "My phone's in my pocket. I better roll." And roll he did. And the phone was protected.

That poor husband. His neck is hurting him today. And his feet are all scabbed up. And his pinky toe is black and blue and swollen and broken. Broken. Because, there's not a lot of protection in a pair of flip flops.

Even with a broken toe and neck pain, he still managed to do his morning routine. That man is amazing.

Razor scooters weren't made for grown men to impress mom chicks. Anyway, he should know he doesn't need to impress me. He's got me wrapped around his little finger.

And my little sister? Well, she thinks he's hot.

I Like It

2010-09-22T11:18:00.001-07:00

Time for a post, no?

Still waiting on the husband to post about our awesome anniversary getaway. But, it's not happening. So, I feel the need to give ya something.

Here's what:

I was feeling sick yesterday. I managed to clean two bathrooms anyway. And I cleaned an additional one today. And I am feeling better. And I love the smell of bleach in my house. Not a lot of bleach, but enough so that I feel like the germs are all killed. And also enough so that I can't smell all the other dirty smells in my house.

Little son watched 5 Star Wars movies while I was sick in bed. And I don't feel bad about it. Should I?

I feel like fall is just around the corner. Somewhere. Can't wait till I find the right corner.

Can't wait for the weekend, either. Ballet Under the Stars on Friday. So fun.

I love the husband. He brought me ice water while I was running this morning. Because he thought I might like it. And I did.

Plus, I love the husband because this is his morning routine:

He gets out of bed before me- everyday- and makes sure the children are up and moving.
While I am dragging my sorry bones out of bed, he begins to unload the dishwasher and puts all the dishes away.
He starts a load of laundry as I encourage the children to dress and eat.
He gets out the scriptures and begins with a song, then leads us in our morning scripture study and prayer.
After the children are off to school, he showers and heads into his office for the day.

Wanna know his after work routine? I thought so:

After work, he eats dinner with us and then gets up promptly and begins the dishes.
He plays with us and does odd jobs around the house.
On the nights when I am away from home taking care of church responsibilities, he makes sure the children are bathed and squeaky clean.
At bedtime, he gives piggy-back rides and tickles.
As the children are drifting off into dreamland, he reads to them from the New Testament. And they like it.
Then, he sits beside me on the couch and lets me put my feet in his lap as he rubs them. And I like it.
Once all these things are done, we snuggle in bed as we drift off to dreamland.

I don't think this is typical husband activity. I know I am blessed. And I don't write this to boast, but so that I can remember.

Because I like it.

somebody could get hurt

2010-09-10T08:32:00.001-07:00

our ward is moving into a brand new building. i'm talking brand. spanking. new.

last night i attended building training- yes, building training. and i walked into the brand spanking new building and inhaled pure brand new goodness. love the smell of new construction.

the leadership of the three wards moving into the building were in attendance. and we learned cool things- like how much these buildings cost. and the gym floor should not be abused. plus, the accordion doors only have one handle that moves up and down to unlock, so don't try to budge the other handle cause it won't. budge. and somebody could get hurt. plus also, we shouldn't let the deacons play on the chair rack carts, because somebody could get hurt. i think that was the caution following a lot of the instruction. somebody could get hurt.

i had to relate my experience of the ward council agenda e-mail with a friend who was sitting beside me and we shared a hearty laugh.

and, guess what? moments later, my friend turned to me and said, "your boyfriend just got here."

sure enough, there he was- the ward executive secretary. i was hoping to not have to see him til sunday.

i could only avoid him for about 10 minutes of the meeting and then we were face to face. and he said, "hey girl."

and i said, "hey boy. sorry about that email. i need to stop responding to emails late at night."

and he said, "no worries- it gave me a great laugh. and i needed it. "

and so we joked about it for a bit. and he is getting a special copy of the agenda ready for me.

and i am grateful that i didn't click *reply all* that night. cause, wow, in those cases somebody could get really hurt. like, my pride mainly.

awesome

2010-09-08T22:46:00.000-07:00

k, you should totally disregard the post i posted like just an hour ago, because i have one now that totally trumps that one.

and i am prepared to share it right now.

so, before heading to bed, i checked my email and received the following from our ward executive secretary:

Dear Ward Leadership member:

Please check the meeting schedule below to see if you are supposed to attend a

meeting on this upcoming Sunday and review the attached agenda for possible

assignments.

The upcoming Sunday is:

2nd Sunday

7:30AM-9:00AM Ward Council

Attendees: Bishop.....................

First Counselor...........

Second Counselor..........

Ward Clerk.................

Executive Secretary.......

High Priest Group Leader..

Elder's Quorum President...

Ward Mission Leader........

Relief Society President...

Primary President..........

Young Men President.......

Young Women President......

Sunday School President...

Activities Committee......

10:00AM-1:00PM Meeting Block

If you are unable to attend, please send one of your counselors or assistants in your place.

Thanks

of course, i found my name on the list- or else i wouldn't have received the email. and as always, i forwarded the email to the husband with the following greeting (in order that he could print it out for me, since the printer is in his office and it takes way too much effort for me to go in there and plug in my laptop to the printer, since he hasn't hooked up our wireless printer yet. so, the husband always graciously prints out my agendas. what a husband!) oh, yeah, the email:

hey boy,

can you print this for me? thanks, babe! love you!!!!

-s-

not 5 minutes later, i received this email in reply:

Hey girl,

was this message supposed to go to (the husband)? LOL I almost fell over laughing just now.

I always print out several copies of the agenda to pass out before the actual meeting, Plus I sometimes include a calendar on the back or other cool stuff like that...

Thanks for the late night laughs

apparently, instead of forwarding the email to the husband, i clicked on the *reply* link.

i knew i should have gone to bed early tonight.

so, i can't wait to see the executive secretary on sunday morning at our meeting.

that will be awesome.

i have a feeling this one is going to follow me around for a long, long time.

and, i'm totally open to suggestions on how i should reply to the email. ideas?

A HUGE Request

2010-09-08T20:37:00.000-07:00

I am calling on responsible movie-watching citizens everywhere to come together. Because this is big. And this is important. Very. Important. So, listen up.

Ahem.

The husband and I have not yet purchased a Blu-ray Disc player. But I know it is inevitable that we will. And then, what's next?

Would it be ok if we (I'm talking to you- YOU- here) all boycotted whatever comes after Blu-ray? Pretty Please? Because our movie collection is pretty substantial. And I don't want to start over. I mean, if this were a race, I'm all about finishing a race, so I would totally start over. But this is no race. And, again, I don't want to start over.

Hey, Inventors: can we not invent anything after the Blu-ray? Cause, really, it's not a race.

Thank you.

And if the husband were in on writing this, he would either say "sure love and appreciate ya" or "may the force be with you." (the force, because we're talking about movies here)

What I've Got, I'll Share

2010-09-02T12:04:00.001-07:00

here's what i got:

the husband hearts taylor swift, like, if he were at her concert, he might put his hands together to form a heart solute and aim it in her direction (i don't blame him, i kinda heart her, too)

i bought a purple shirt while we were in utah- donny osmond purple- not a fan of purple normally, but i have worn it a couple times and i like it. yay for trying new things.

the husband and i finished reading the mockingjay last night, i cried. because, oh katniss, what a life.

working on an awesome lesson for church on sunday. and i have loved studying deeper in the scriptures so that i can have a little more insight on the topic.

middle daughter and i have been working on a sweet project for the past two days. i love to see her smile in anticipation of its completion.

i sent my girls off on the bus for the first time in their lives this morning.

anticipating a fun night out with my sisters and mom.

the husband has been installing ceiling fans at our house. and re-wiring switches. he shoulda been an electrician, because when i look at him, i feel electricity. all. the. time.

i was scammed on tuesday. dishonest people. hmph. stupid me. (don't tell my kids i said the "s" word, k? because we don't say stupid at our house)

my kids are on a brady bunch kick. love those bradys.

today is 90210. i feel like we should celebrate. dinner at the peach pit anyone?

can't wait for this long weekend!!

14 Today!!

2010-08-30T06:00:00.000-07:00

Today our little family celebrates its 14th birthday.

We can't wait.

The children have big plans.

We're beginning with breakfast at i-hop

before school, because how fun is that?

And we'll prolly end the day with cake and candles.

14 candles.

And we'll prolly light them 3 times,

so that each of the children gets a chance to extinguish them.

On their own, with no interference.

The husband and I snuck away a couple weekends ago

so we could celebrate in private.

And the husband has been promising a guest post

about our amazing weekend ever since,

and he has yet to deliver.

I just have one thing to say-

dude, you better hurry and post something,

because a weekend that awesome

just has to be blogged about!!

plus also, i love you!

2010-08-23T12:03:00.000-07:00

remember when i used to post something almost everyday? yeah, that was cool.

plus, i think some graffiti artists are amazing. i kinda like to see good graffiti. especially on trains.

It's Today! It's Today! It's Today!

2010-08-14T09:15:00.000-07:00

Today Oldest Daughter gets baptized!

We are so excited.

And so proud.

photos by Heather

Moments

2010-08-12T08:24:00.000-07:00

Thank you for all your encouragement and support after last week's crazy mommy post. I know as mothers we all experience days like that- and it's good to be reminded I am not alone. And, as I expected, I woke up the next day and all was well. I was just having a moment.

Tuh-day is picture day. At school. For my girls. I sent them off looking their absolute cutest. And I was going to take pictures, but then I realized that was kinda silly.

Pictures of picture day.

Silly because, hello! they are getting their pictures taken AT school. And it will prolly be after recess. And their hair will be a mess. And all a picture before school would do is remind me how cute they looked when I dropped them off this morning. Before recess- and 110 degree temperatures and a thousand percent humidity. And so, I took a moment to fix the picture of their pre-picture cuteness in my mind. Blonde curls and brown ponytails with red ribbons- not many things are cuter than that.

On the way home, I cranked up the tunes. And channel surfed. I stopped on the station that was playing Deep Blue Something's Breakfast at Tiffany's. I had to stop and hear that song, because it reminds me of good days. Days spent working at BYU's Morris Center, where I had lots of great moments.

Breakfast at Tiffany's reminds me of Phil. On Phil's first day at the Morris Center I was on the loading dock and he was unloading the truck. And it was loud. And he introduced himself to me and I to him. Because of the noise, he thought I said my name was Tiffany, which it is not. More like Stephanie. But, Phil heard Tiffany- and from that day on, I was Tiffany to Phil.

And, how do you go back and tell someone your name is not Tiffany? Especially after it has been a couple weeks and they are crushing on you?

So, I tried to summon the courage to correct cute Phil.

One day as we were hanging out at the time clock, Breakfast at Tiffany's came on the radio. And Phil turned to me and said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?" Wink, wink.

Perfect opportunity. I answered with a, "What?"

"Breakfast at Tiffany's. Like, breakfast at your place. How about it?"

giggle. "Ohhhhh, I get it. Except, my name is Stephanie. Not Tiffany."

"K, then how about breakfast at Stephanie's?"

And that was that. I was Stephanie to Phil. And we were friends for a long time.

Phil had a little crush on me for a while. Until he and the husband had an economics class together and learned that I was serious about marrying the husband.

But, songs. Aren't they the best? They are like instant reminders of great moments. Moments with mental pictures.

There are a few songs that bring back instant memories. Those are the ones I want on the soundtrack to my life, because I am sure that heaven has a DJ who is making awesome mix tapes of all our lives.

I am prepared to list a few of those songs right here for you:

Rhythm is Gonna Get You-- reminds me of my senior year in high school and the Junior Miss Pageant I participated in.

Mandolin Rain-- reminds me of being 14 and my first real boyfriend, Dylan.

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)-- ASU Institute dances.

The Light Divine-- reminds me of singing in a special Primary choir and my sister, Marcy.

Mission Impossible theme song-- reminds me of the husband. It's our song.

Thriller-- reminds me of Jeanette Eby and her yellow VW Bug.

Beautiful Savior-- reminds me of my sweet little family and singing in Sacrament meeting.

Come Sail Away-- reminds me of dating Vic.

Depeche Mode-- reminds me of dating Jeremy.

The Reflex-- reminds me of Laura Morena.

anything Erasure-- reminds me of Sandee Allen and the fun we had at their concert.

Only Wanna Be With You-- reminds me of crushing on Tom at the Morris Center.

Octogenarian-- reminds me of Jaelyn.

Caifanes (Spanish rock)-- reminds me of dating Colin.

Life is a Highway-- reminds me of my cute little son.

Waves and the Both of Us-- reminds me of summer 2010 with the husband.

Those are just a handful of songs that elicit great memories. I am sure you have some, too. What are yours? And what are the moments associated with them? Because, you gotta start making your playlist now so that the DJ has a little advance notice.

for today

2010-08-07T17:01:00.000-07:00

today i told my kids to shut-up. well, actually, i yelled at them to shut-up.

and when asked how my day was today, i told a friend my day sucks.

both of those s-words are words i never use. ever. but i did today.

and i feel like another s-word. but i never use that one either. but i feel it.

how does a person reconcile that? and how does a person feel good about herself when she yells shut-up to her precious children? well, she doesn't.

and i don't really feel like being a mother today. but tomorrow i will. and i will love it again tomorrow. but, for today, can i hide from motherhood?

just for today?

oh what did we do in the summertime? (alternate title: the day you regretted clicking on someone's blog)

2010-07-28T12:18:00.000-07:00

remember that one time i asked you what you do in the summertime? and you gave me some great tips? yeah, that was cool.

i thought you might want to know what we did with your suggestions. so i'm going to tell you, because today is the first day of school and that's what you do on first days of school-- you get to tell all your friends what you did over summer break. 'cept not oldest daughter, because she is home sick. and that is sad for her-- she was looking forward to this first day.

what we did over summer break:

put flowers on graves

played in the snow

wrote love notes in the sand

scoped out and took pics of beautiful yards

went on lots of hikes

visited indian ruins

visited old volcanoes

visited candy factories

hung out on the front porch

visited BYU

rodeo-ed.......................................... parade-ed......................................... carnival-ed

played indian with the bow and arrow grandpa made and the headdress grandma made

cut down trees and did miscellaneous projects for grandma and grandpa

consumed more toast than is necessary

played at the park

flew airplanes with grandpa

went to early morning hot air balloon festivals

turned 8!

swung on high, crazy swings

canoed on the lake

followed the directions of our gps friend, meg. drove a lot, and panned for gold

visited the aquarium and watched joe clean the tank

went to the beach

visited church history sites

visited light houses

gave grandma and grandpa a heart attack

visited temples

bought some knives from a dang cute salesman

played some pretty awesome practical jokes

wore full-on winter clothes in the stinkin' hot middle of summer

enjoyed monsoon sunsets

made back to school cookies

what did you and yours do this summer?

Do You Ever...

2010-07-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

pick the pickles off your burger and give them to your children?

sit outside and watch lightning storms?

hold hands with your husband while he is driving and kiss that hand of his?

throw away one of your children's treasured toys by burying it deep, deep down in the garbage can because you are sick of looking at it or you just don't want to have to pick it up one more time?

carry out a secret practical joke and really wish you could be there for the reaction?

daydream while you do your dishes?

wonder how women do everything they do and still remain sane?

use your dishrag to mop your floor?

wish you could sit and read a book, or even a paragraph, uninterrupted?

take a fabulous meal to someone

and then serve your family cold cereal for dinner- in paper bowls?

lay snuggled up beside your husband and share with him your grandest dreams and your deepest fears?

write letters of gratitude to people you love?

smile at your children, and let them see your face light up, when they enter the room?

put on your make-up only because you don't want to have to feel sorry for what your husband has to look at when he gets done working?

have hammock time with your middle daughter because it is what she wants most to do with you, even though it may be a million degrees outside?

put off family pictures because you don't love the extra pounds?

hold a baby and drink in their sweetness?

wonder how you are so blessed?

go on a date with your husband and wish

you didn't have to return home to responsibilities?

spend a whole day in your pajamas--- on purpose?

wear the macaroni bracelet you were given for mother's day

on a day other than mother's day?

wish summer would never end?

meet someone and want to be best friends with them, but for some reason you are too shy to "make the first move" because what if they don't want to be best friends with you?

get butterflies when your husband looks at you in a social setting and smile

because you know you are the one who gets to go home with him?

feel like you are so happy, you don't know who to tell first?

The Good News and The Bad News

2010-07-11T23:23:00.000-07:00

The Good News is

We made it home safely

The Bad News is

It was 108 degrees at 8pm when we entered the valley of the sun

The Good News is

My parents stopped by a bit earlier in the day and turned the a/c down so our house was nice and cool when we arrived

The Bad News is

I have to start worrying about what the a/c bill is going to be

The Good News is

The area rug and all the children fit in the car

The Bad News is

The area rug doesn't go as perfectly as I thought it would in the living room

The Good News is

I have a husband who didn't give me a bad time about purchasing a rug that I don't love in the room it was intended and that can't be returned

The Bad News is

When we got home, neither the husband nor I felt like making a grocery run

The Good News is

My parents left us donuts, cereal and milk for breakfast and invited us over for dinner today so that we wouldn't have to go to the store when we got home

The Bad News is

School starts in 2 weeks

The Good News is

Midnight rains and washing the car with a rag on last nights in Utah are pretty efficient

The Bad News is

We have more gopher holes in our yard than when we left

The Good News is

A new family moved into the house across the street

The Bad News is

We didn't finish the book we were reading on the trip home

The Good News is

This means lots of reading time snuggled up next to the husband

Keeping

2010-07-10T15:36:00.000-07:00

It's Friday night. It's 11:15. It's our last night in Utah. It's raining.

We have been here for 6 weeks. It has been wonderful.

I was sitting in the bedroom we have been borrowing from the in-laws for the past 6, preparing a little surprise heart attack as a small, insufficient offering of gratitude for them when thunder started booming. And I couldn't stand it. I had to go out and enjoy the rain, right after I found more scotch tape.

The husband was asleep on the bed beside me, I didn't disturb him- he put in long hours at work today and didn't get home til after 8:30. (because when we come to Utah for the summer, he goes into the Provo office and works whilst the children and grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles and friends and I play. And usually we play pretty hard. Poor, working husband) And I snuck out to the front porch swing and enjoyed the heavenly lightning display, accompanied by rolling thunder. I listened as it came down out of the canyon, rolled right over my rooftop and off to Provo.

And tears formed in my eyes. Like magic. And they were tears of gratitude for in-laws who have put us up in their home for 3 fortnights. I'm going to miss them.

I have a mother-in-law who doesn't know the meaning of the word idle. Nor does she know the meaning of selfish. That silly mother-in-law doesn't know the meaning of the word gossip, either. What she does know is hard work, service and praise. And humility. She knows that one.

And I have a father-in-law who loves to have his family around him. And he loves to tell us stuff. Stuff about stuff. And stuff about people. And stuff about places. He loves to take us flying his model airplanes. And he likes to go on lots of little errands. For Grandma. And stuff.

They are the parents of the husband. And I love them.

As I watched the lightning and tried to capture a picture of that elusive bolt, I looked at my car sitting in the driveway. The one that I was bummed that I had not gotten around to washing. And I was glad for the rain. I ran inside, gathered some rags out of the cleaning closet and went to work. Washing the car at 11:00 on a rainy Friday night. And we'll see how it looks in daylight.

And then I woke the husband up and invited him out into the rainy night with me.

We are traveling home to Arizona tomorrow. I want to bottle up this rain and this cool and this breeze and bring it home with me. Too bad rainy nights don't keep.

But memories of a wonderful 6 weeks in Utah do.

And I totally hope we can fit the area rug that I purchased for the living room in the car without having to leave one of the children behind. Because, hello, when you find the perfect area rug you have to buy it- then and there. Even if you are in Utah and your car is already full with kids and canines and stuff.

birthdays

2010-07-04T21:04:00.001-07:00

today is oldest daughter's birthday. she turned 8. i was worried she might not make it to this exciting day- she was holding her breath for it all week. but we made it. and it was a glorious day.

she had her baptism pictures taken by her talented cousin, heather. pictures in her new white dress. and then there were pictures taken of her and the husband together. and it made me a little emotional to look at that handsome man in his dark suit and tie, spinning his daughter in her white dress.

and she was surrounded by family who love her. plus, she got circus peanuts. candy of the gods, according to the husband. i don't care for circus peanuts, but i sure do care for that little 8 year old.

happy birthday, i love you!

Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God

2010-07-04T21:04:00.000-07:00

the weather is here, wish you were beautiful

2010-07-01T06:17:00.000-07:00

today's forecast

high: 112

low: 90

p.m. thunderstorms

not so bad, because tomorrow it's not going to get as cool- the low is supposed to be 91. thank goodness for today!

conversations on a monday afternoon

2010-06-29T21:39:00.001-07:00

the children like to play games on my laptop. and sometimes while they are playing, the husband (while at work) notices that, according to instant messenger, i am online- so he will i.m. me. only he doesn't know that it is not me and it is one of the children.

yesterday oldest daughter was engrossed in some sort of entertainment courtesy of nick jr and nick's games. and while playing she received an i.m. from the husband.

when i came back to my laptop last evening, i read this delightful exchange.

the husband:

hey

oldest daughter:

hi, it's (oldest daughter)

the husband:

hi (oldest daughter)

can you have mom call me?

oldest daughter:

sure thing dead man.

daaad?????????

the husband:

what?

dead man?

oldest daughter:

you said we could have choacolate.\

the husband:

you can.

when mom gives it to you

oldest daughter:

yes of course youare a dead man.

i just want to have fun.

the husband:

is this (oldest daughter) still?

oldest daughter:

yes

the husband:

lol

you are confusing me :)

oldest daughter:

lol

ypur fny

your funny that was mist spelled

k. bye dad i love you

the husband:

you are so cute

i love you

what amazing girls i have!!

oldest daughter:

i love you more

bye

the husband:

have mom call me

or chat with me

oldest daughter:

k i will

love you

the husband:

love you too

oldest daughter:

bye.

and that was it. apparently the children had been promised chocolate. so i dug into the husband's secret chocolate stash and handed out reese's treats to eager children.

and i re-read the sweet conversation between a dad and one of his girls. and i felt gratitude. gratitude for a man who expresses love so freely to his family. gratitude for a man whose children love to joke and tease with him. gratitude for a man who works so hard for his family and still finds time to check in throughout the day.

i love that man. and that daughter.

p.s. oldest daughter did give me the message to call the husband. but i got busy and forgot. i don't even know what he wanted still. i'll have to remember to ask him.

parenting

2010-06-14T06:28:00.000-07:00

the family in which i grew up was large by today's standards. there were 7 children in my family. a pair of boys and a gaggle of girls. well, 5 girls anyway. is that a gaggle? if not a gaggle, it was certainly a giggle.

each night as we would come together for family prayer before bedtime, my dad, being the head of the household, took the patriarchal role of assigning one member of the family to offer the prayer. more often than not, one of us would make a silly remark which would set us all to laughing- including my mom. but never my dad.

in fact, my earliest memory of the prayer laughter routine was when i was probably 4 or 5 years old and we lived in longmont, colorado. my mom had just finished changing the cloth diaper of the youngest child and it was neatly folded on the plastic bloomer pants that were sitting on the yellowish green shag carpet of the living room, just waiting to make it to the laundry.

dad called everyone around for prayers and as we knelt and waited for reverence, my mom bowed her body down toward the diaper, with outstretched arms and said, "wetty diapie, wettie diapie, not a poopy diapie, but a wettie diapie." and that garnered major giggles from the three oldest daughters, who joined in as she repeated paying homage to the diaper gods.

it was funny. and we memorized this little mantra and have repeated it at various moments in our family's history. and usually, it draws immediate laughter.

now, as a mother, i wonder if my mom created that little diaper worship to break up the monotony of that particular day. i can't imagine that mothering five small children under the age of 9 was an easy task. and, please, cloth diapers without a diaper service? ugh, no thank you.

but back to dad and prayer time, he would play the stern father and attempt to bring order to the circle. and his attempts were rarely successful. and usually, the laughter would heighten.

and his irritation would heighten. and then my sweet mother would scold us children for laughing and not being serious when our father was trying to have family prayer. and we would be a little repentant and calm down just enough for whomever was called on to say the prayer. and the prayer would begin. and one by one, stifled laughter could be heard among the "we thank thee's" and the "we ask thee's" until the whole family was again doubled over in laughter. mostly reverent, silent laughter. mostly.

at the conclusion of the prayer my dad would voice his disappointment in our behavior and we would gather in the center for a group family hug where my mom would declare, "Love ya little family."

on an ordinary, reverent prayer night, my dad would add, "christmas eve gift." but, on the nights of the laughing prayer, he would get up from the circle and swiftly leave the room- disgusted with his ill-behaved offspring.

and we were off to bed.

i'm pretty sure that as my dad readied himself for bed his thoughts returned to family prayer time and, despite the frustrations of collecting the attentions of 8 unruly people, how he loved his family, including that giggle of girls.

p.s. i am really quite impressed by your knowledge of the second grade joke i shared the other day. plus, i am impressed that one or two of you may have even known additional stanzas. this tells me that you communicate with your children-- or at least, it tells me that you don't totally ignore your children as they are jabbering away all day long while you are concentrating on the daily tasks of parenting. yay for the parents!

The Reveal

2010-06-11T10:12:00.000-07:00

Won't you please welcome oldest daughter- guest blogger- here with the results of the baptism dress voting. If you missed that post, you can catch up here.

befour i reveal the dress i got i am going to explain about my baptizam . In a couple of weeks i am going to have an interveu with my bishop. when i turn eight it feels diffrent. after a couple of weeks i feel like i'm still seven. Who do i want to babtiz me? the person who i want to babtiz me is my dad.''sorry grandpa and uncles out there''

when me and my mom were going to go shopping for a babtizam dress when i tried on the dresses they were ICHY! but i looked gorgus in them. after we went and got my babtizam dress we went and got shaks and onuns rings with fry sauce. witch was a bad time to do it cause right after that we had to eat dinner and i did not eat a-lot. so i tried on my babtizam dress for them. i looked beautiful.

what was your favorite dress? here are the results of your votes:

dress a: 6 votes

dress b: 12 votes

dress c: 10 votes

NOW I CAN REVEAL THE DRESS I GOT! drum roll please rdrdrdrdrdrdrdrdr!!! the winner of the dresses iiiiiiiiis letter BBBBBBBB coungraduations people who voeted for B!

i chosse dress b cause the disines are beautiful.

i can 't wait till i get babtized.

I don't know how a guest blogger could be any cuter than that!

happy weekend to you!

Whatcha Doin?

2010-06-10T06:23:00.000-07:00

Try not to lose your lunch on this one, k? But, if you will, travel back to the second grade with me. Come on, it'll be fun.

It amazes me that elementary school kids are telling the same jokes we told as kids. And they think they are all original. Well, my children hit on a little originality about the last week of school. In the form of a little dialogue that I had never heard before.

And it goes something like this. (who am I kidding? it goes exactly like this- i have it memorized)

person 1: Whatcha doin?

person 2: Eatin chocolate.

person 1: Where'd ya get it?

person 2: My doggie dropped it.

Try as I might, I have not been able to purge this joke from our household. I have told the children I think it is gross and inappropriate. And somehow it keeps resurfacing.

In fact, yesterday as the children and I were watching "Up", all I could think of when the little scout in the movie was feeding chocolate to the bird, was that oh-so-funny doggie/chocolate joke.

And then as a family last evening, we participated in Humanitarian Service at the church. Before we left the house, I popped a lemon drop in my mouth (yummy- lemon drops take me back to the second grade). On the walk to the church, I was talking to oldest daughter when she realized I had something in my mouth. She asked:

Whatcha eatin?

And although she wasn't quoting the joke verbatim, I couldn't resist. So I delivered the next line flawlessly. And a huge smile spread across her face. Because Mom had finally joined in on the inappropriate joke. I think kids like that kind of stuff on occasion.

Just see if you don't find yourself rehearsing the dialogue in your mind on the way to swimming lessons tomorrow. A little caution, though, when your kids ask why you're smiling, don't share the joke with them. You'll never hear the end of it.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

2010-06-08T07:20:00.000-07:00

Saturday morning as the husband and I were organizing our gear for a super fun excursion, he broke the sad news to me that John Wooden had passed away.

All I could do in response was to stare back at him, stone-faced, eyes fixed- unable to respond to such news and unable to trust my voice in response for fear that it might betray me.

After a few moments of silence, the husband gathered that I had no idea who John Wooden was.

And he sat, stone-faced. Mouth agape. Jaw on the floor. Because, who is this woman to whom he has been married, lo these 14 years? And in shame, I begged enlightenment. And I was enlightened, in true the husband fashion, with a brief yet solid discourse on the legend that was John Wooden. (oh, the knowledge the husband stores in that cranium of his- and how willing he is to dispense it so freely) Plus, how can I focus on John Wooden when I am still reeling from the loss of Gary Coleman?

As a result of my ignorance to the brilliance of this man, John Wooden, I believe the husband placed a hex on me. I know it was indeed a hex, because not 10 minutes after his stunned silence regarding my primitive understanding, a series of unfortunate events commenced unraveling in my once blissful life.

And I shall share them with you now.

Unfortunate Event #1:

Just 10 minutes post-John Wooden sermon, I was bending over to tie my tennis shoes and felt a snap just under my right breast. And wouldn't you know- the underwire in my favorite bra had snapped right in two. My favorite bra. RIP.

Unfortunate Event #2:

On our super fun excursion with the children and long time friends with whom we reunited for the day, I neglected to sunscreen myself and consequently suffered a sunburn so awesome that it was the main focal point of all whom I encountered and conversed with at church. Yes, looks like I got some sun.

Unfortunate Event #3:

Saturday night I must have slumbered with a tennis ball beneath my neck, because I awoke with the most horrendous neck pain. So painful that I could not settle on a comfortable angle at which to hold my head all throughout church services on Sunday. The neck is suffering the wrath of the Wooden Hex. (The Wooden Necks Hex)

Unfortunate Event #4:

Hasn't happened yet. With double italic emphasis on yet. I am sure it is forthcoming.

I think the husband is the only living soul who can rescind the hex.

Let's hope he does.

check back soon for the results of the baptism dress voting. missed that post? read all about it here.

Milestone Day

2010-06-04T21:10:00.001-07:00

Today oldest daughter and I took a little time to embark on the search for the perfect white dress. She will be baptized in a few short weeks, you know.

In the car, on the way to the store, we discussed baptism. I told her she would have an interview with the bishop so he could help her understand her decision to be baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And then I said he would probably ask her why baptism is important. In all her humble cuteness she confessed she didn't know why baptism is important. And then she re-thought what she had just said and declared she might know why. And she told me baptism is so important that even Jesus was baptized. We discussed that baptism is essential for salvation and after she is baptized, she will receive a special gift- the gift of the Holy Ghost. Plus, she will be an official member of the Church.

As we sorted through organzas, silks, satins and chiffons, I couldn't help but think back on the eight short years we have been able to get acquainted. She is the one who introduced me to motherhood. It is she who first taught me that the husband is the best kind of father there is: patient, capable, wise enough to use even the small moments as teaching opportunities, and proud- so proud of his children. She is the one who first taught me the joy of volunteering in the classroom. Who else but she could have been a better example for her brother and sister? She has brought me fulfillment and fun and laughter- because she has a tummy she calls Frankie.

In the dressing room as she giggled in gladness at the puffs and the poofs while I zipped and buttoned and tied ginormous sashes, I delighted (delighted- truly the only word that fits) as I watched her embrace femininity as she twirled and admired her beauty in the full length mirror.

We talked of which dress she liked best. And how does one even choose? So we weeded out the least favorite and worked our way up. In the end, she made her decision. And she was excited. And giddy.

It was a good day.

A few days ago I told her she couldn't turn 8. But, darn that girl, I think she is going to go and do it anyway. A genuine rebel, that one.

Just for fun, that little blonde girl and I decided to show you the top three contenders. And allow you to choose your favorite. And in a few days, we will reveal her choice. So fun.

And seriously, the pictures don't do these dresses justice. I think they were sewn by angels for angels. They are that beautiful. Plus, don't you think all baptism dresses should be worn with bare feet? I'm convinced they should!

Dress A

Dress B

Dress C

So, cast your vote. Vote for your favorite and the one she chose. Fair warning though, she is like the best white dress try-er on-er ever! It's like the Summer Olympics- and you're the judge! Woot!

oh what do you do in the summertime?

2010-05-27T15:15:00.000-07:00

today was the last day of school for my girls.

i may or may not have gotten a teeny tiny bit emotional as i watched big yellow school buses pulling out of the school parking lot with teachers lining the sidewalk, waving to the departing students- providing a most memorable bon voyage.

i also may or may not have gotten a teeny tiny bit emotional as oldest daughter was awarded the honors of academic excellence and student of the month.

even, i may have experienced a bit of emotion at middle daughter's kindergarten performance earlier in the week.

these are my kids. they make me proud. they make me smile. and some days, they make me tired. and now, i have them for a whole summer- all to myself. until school starts again on july 28th. (i may be a teeny tiny bit emotional on that day as well)

so, when you have your kids all to yourself, all summer long, what do you do? i'm not talking about whether or not you go crazy, more along the lines of activities and bonding moments. what fun trips do you plan? what crafts? what excursions? what rewards? what do you expect of your bambinos during summer break?

i think we will implement the 3 otter pop plan again this summer. it was a smashing success last year. also, i think we will play. hard.

so, share with me your best bits. i need to know what you do- so i can do the same. and maybe other moms might want some ideas as well.

Who's Up For A Quick Game Of Sacrilege?

2010-05-23T19:13:00.000-07:00

I'm pretty confident I can get an amen from anyone who has anything to do with little 4 year old boys and is witness to their unique displays of self when I say that they crack me up. In every cracked up sort of way.

This weekend little son was a helper of immense proportions as we worked hard Saturday morning and then played hard all Saturday afternoon. He made the work part especially entertaining as we cleaned the house and he introduced us to the game "Skeletons of God."

I must admit that I never did quite fully grasp the how-to's and wherefore's of the game as I was basically trying to wipe a giant smile off my face and feign serious interest in Skeletons.

And the husband and I shared a great deal of furtive smiles and internal laughter as we humored the cutest 4 year old on the planet. (good word, furtive)

Just this afternoon, after the husband and I returned from the dedication of the Gila Valley Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, we had the privilege of watching my sister's youngest children as she and her husband and older children attended a session of the dedication. Little son was teaching his younger cousins the game Skeletons. And then he added a new one to his repertoire, this one entitled "Cowboys and Jesus in Heaven." I don't know the rules, but I for sure would love to be in on this one. I think I could win.

In our house, it's all about the game play.

Amen.

P.S. to my sister with whom I shared the great lyric debate Sunday afternoon:

The correct lyrics are:

As Coroner I must aver, I thoroughly examined her.
And she's not only merely dead, she's really most sincerely dead.

that totally clears it up for me. You?

To Whom It May Concern

2010-05-19T22:06:00.000-07:00

Dear Children,

I believe I am a pretty reasonable mother. I don't generally demand senseless and absurd actions of you. So, when I decide that I will take a nap (because sometimes mommies are a little tired when they have been up all hours of the night cleaning up throw-up) and request that you let me have just a little time, I pretty much mean that during my nap I will not be available to:

blow up beach balls
play army men
decide whether or not you can have a pop tart
check out the scab that just fell off your lip
put your hair in a ponytail
warm up your chicken nuggets
tie superhero capes
log you onto the internet so you can play your favorite educational video game
referee the disagreement over whatever you are disagreeing about and need a referee for

Next time, I expect to have a nap. No interruptions. I'm not a very happy mommy when I am tired and someone repeatedly wakes me up. Maybe you could ask Dad about that.

Sure do love and appreciate ya.

Love,

Mom

xoXoxOOxoXO

Don't take offense...

2010-05-18T08:19:00.001-07:00

The other day I received a phone call. It was a survey. Yes, one of those. And since the husband works with his clients in the development of intricate surveys to measure popular opinion, I usually feel compassion for whomever the survey-conductor is and participate.

This particular survey was conducted by someone with an accent. I believe he was Indian (as in the dot, not the feather). And so, it made for a little extra hard concentrating and listening on my part.

He explained the survey would take a few minutes and then began by asking my age range. I fell in the 25-40 bracket. Kind of a broad bracket, but whatever. And then he asked my gender. Female, of course.

And then he asked if I was a freakin' American.

What? Did I hear that correctly? I asked him to repeat.

And he again asked if I was a freakin' American.

That's what I thought he said. So, just to confirm, I asked one more time if he would repeat the question.

I am positive he was thinking, "lady, this is not a difficult question"- and so he asked me one more time-- "Are you a freakin' American? Or are you Hispanic or Caucasian?"

Oh, K, got it. I told him I was Caucasian.

To which he replied, "Are you sure you are not A-freecan American?"

And I replied, "Yes, positive. I am Caucasian."

Then he tried to convince me that I was African American. And I assured him I wasn't. And he didn't want to talk to me after that. Because I was the wrong color.

And I hung up the phone and giggled.

Oh, one more thing. I voted today. After all, I am a freakin' American.

Interested?

2010-05-10T21:32:00.000-07:00

You might be interested to know that I spent the day sewing, which netted our little household curtains for 6 windows. You might be interested to know that.

But, what might interest you more is that new curtains means that we no longer have bedsheets hanging in our windows. I know. I never wanted to be that woman. The one who hangs bedsheets in her windows. Well, I am her no longer. Hallelujah!

You also may be interested to know that the neighbor's dog is working wonders on our gopher problem. One gopher casualty today. Thank you, Marley!

It might interest you that my nephew was just crowned Mr. (insert small Utah town). This means that he... well, I don't really know what this means. But, I guess he represents his small town for the next year.

You also may be interested in knowing that I made a meal today for my sister and her family who moved into a new home this weekend. But, even more interesting is that it was a weak attempt at providing a meal for a family who could have used an all-out catered affair, because, as I mentioned, I was sewing today. And so, I planned ahead and prepared the main dish this morning. But, I was so engrossed in my sewing project that I failed to prepare the rest. So, when she dropped her son (my nephew, but not Mr.(insert small Utah town) ) off at my house so he could use our internet, since theirs is not yet hooked up- I was not completely done preparing their meal. So, I sent her away with the main dish- that she had to mix the sauce topping for and put in the oven. I sent her with a head of lettuce and various and assorted vegetables so that she could prepare a salad. I sent her away with a bag of frozen corn from my freezer that she could then heat up. Isn't that scandalous? But, I did give her one of my kitchen knives so that she could cut up her own salad stuff since her knives are in the deep recesses of a cardboard box. I think the knife redeemed me.

Also interesting is what we received in the mail today. It was a notice from Sam's Club alerting us that the children's motrin we had purchased had been recalled. We buy our motrin in bulk. Little son wakes up every night (well, at least 5 nights a week) crying with leg aches, and motrin works wonders for his little legs. And now we find out we have been using icky motrin. But, thank you Sam's Club for sending us a personal notice.

You also may be interested to know that there was not a lot of apostasy at church yesterday as a result of our special musical number, which was Beautiful Savior (love that one- especially now that I have heard it sung by my favorite people on the planet). I say there was not a lot of apostasy since I have not received a final count. The bishop was out of town and so I am counting on him letting us know the damage once he returns.

I was interested to receive graduation announcements from two dynamic youth. Lucky world! These two are graduating- and will be in real wards and serving and doing amazing things.

You may be interested to know when I might possibly end this rant. K, I believe that will do for now.

2010-05-08T20:40:00.001-07:00

nervous.

my little family and i are singing in sacrament meeting tomorrow.

i don't do singing.

not very well anyway.

i hope we don't ruin the spirit of the meeting.

and i especially hope all the mothers aren't offended on their special day.

pray for us.

pray very hard.

and remember,

the gospel is still true-

regardless of if my little family and i are the special musical number.

a very special

happy mother's day

to all you beautiful women-

mothers or not.

thank you for playing a mothering role

in the lives of my children and all the children of the world.

you are amazing.

*hugs*

i won't sing for you.

you're welcome.

Watch. Feel.

2010-05-03T21:34:00.000-07:00

Good, Better, Best

2010-05-01T05:00:00.000-07:00

Fourteen years ago I was a student at Brigham Young University. Studying my brains out. A little. And I was juggling men. Kind of.

At the time, my best friend and roommate was engaged to be married in the summer. I was newly-broken up with a guy I had been dating for a few months- in all honesty, we were best friends who were trying to force a romantic relationship.

And then I was being heavily pursued by an amazing guy that I loved to be around and who took me on some incredible dates and who was a phenomenal dancer. He was a guy who was strong in the gospel, intelligent, funny, handsome as all get out, talented- and he wanted to be with me. He loved me. And he came over one night to tell me as much.

He was one of those guys that all signs point to pursuing a relationship- because he was a catch. And that is what was so frustrating with the whole thing- I knew all this about him and I just wasn't feeling it. And it frustrated me.

On the night he came to my apartment, it was with the intent of having one of those discuss the relationship moments. I was forced to be honest with my feelings. He declared his love for me and all I could do was to try to assure him that I believed he was incredible, but I knew he wasn't the one for me. And I didn't like that, because at the time, I would have loved to make him be the one.

As he was leaving that night, he quoted President Monson, who once said, "Once you have experienced excellence, you will never again be content with mediocrity." And he felt he had experienced excellence with me. It was a grand compliment, and left me feeling a little confused. Because why couldn't I love this outstanding individual- one I knew would be a terrific father, supportive and doting husband, stellar leader.

This all occurred near the end of winter semester. And I vowed to be done with men for a while. Yet, I had also vowed to be done with female roommates and joked that my next roommate would be a boy.

I was wishy-washy as to what to do for spring term. There was a week's break and I had been planning on returning home for the week to go through the temple and receive special blessings there. But, my car was broken and it made it impossible for me to make the trip. So, I remained in Provo for the week, and hung out with my best guy friend with whom I had previously had a romantic relationship. It was a good week.

As the week came to a close, and classes were to begin the next day, I called my mom and told her I was ready to come home. Bag spring term. She listened to all my issues and encouraged me to register for a couple classes and see how they went. She ordered me to call her the next evening with a report.

As soon as we were off the phone, around midnight, I flipped through the class schedule catalog to find a suitable class for my major. I settled on a History of World Religions class and picked up the phone and registered for this and a Political Science class.

The following morning, May 1, 1996, I walked into the religion class 10 minutes early to find a line of approximately 20 students waiting and hoping to be able to add the course. The course that just 10 hours before I had added by telephone. No problem.

Just then a tall, handsome guy- wearing a white Old Navy sweatshirt and denim shorts passed by my desk to the right and sat down just two seats ahead (and to the right) of me. I was instantly smitten. I watched him throughout the class as Dr. Choi went over the syllabus. And decided there just might be something here to stay a whole term for.

When I returned home that day after classes, I told my mom the day went well and not to expect me home before the term was over.

That was the day I first laid eyes on the husband. Fourteen years ago today.

And now I know the concept of good, better, best. I was friends with good, pursued by better and married best. Sometimes we have to forego what we think is good or better and have faith that best will happen. Even when we don't quite understand. Thanks Elder Oaks, for enlightening me.

And my next roommate was indeed a boy.

If this all sounds a little familiar, I have written about this before- Jane Austen style. If you'd like to read it, link here.

stepping down

2010-04-29T08:14:00.000-07:00

so here's the thing: i'm beginning to come to terms with the idea that maybe, perhaps, possibly my opinion might not be the only opinion. and this is a harsh realization. because once you have been crowned the queen of all opinions- by your own self, that throne is not easy to abdicate.

and so, as i write this post, i have determined that i shall use no caps so as to display the humble and pious state which i have been compelled to enter. (just a little fyi, i don't typically use caps anyway in my daily correspondence. and not just because i am humble, but because i am that lazy. shift plus a key? come on.)

let me 'splain. or at least sum up.

in my opinion (which i still claim to be valid, albeit not the queen any longer), i have some mad home decorating skills (not really mad as in angry- i use the term mad because that is what the kids are saying these days and in all things i attempt to be hip). in home decorating i also include home-layout-that-makes-sense skills. and i believe i know a good home layout.

when the husband and i were searching for a home just a few short months ago, we mostly looked at your basic inhabitable dwelling. except one. and how could our realtor have known he was taking us into this mess? he couldn't. because on the mls most people talk up the good points of a home. as one should when attempting to unload a triple k priced home. in this economy. blah blah blah

so we entered the hot mess of a home (also hip, kid-talk) and from the entry to the exit i had to be careful to not trip over my jaw- the one that had hit the floor the moment we crossed the threshold. i'm talking hot mess. not luke warm mess. hot.

obviously this home was custom. dreamed up by the original builder and his wife to incorporate all their dream elements. and you know how in dreams everything is logical until you wake up? i don't think these home planners ever woke up. and as we walked through, we were subject to the nightmare.

actually, it was quite an adrenalin rush touring this home. it was reminiscent of a kid at a carnival, walking through the house of mirrors, anticipating what was around the next corner. and the arsenal was loaded, surprises kept on coming- from the secret little loft area in the hall to the crazy busy built-ins in the family room to the virtual island of a dining room to the illogical kitchen arrangement to the million niches throughout the place to the master bedroom right off the entry! ( had to refrain from using caps there) to the glass french doors leading into the master bedroom to the double door drive-thru garage. it had it all. all, i tell you.

i wish i could remember it all. but i can't. i think it is my body's way of protecting me from the shock. you know how bodies do that? aren't they smart? again, my opinion.

but i do remember this: the master bath. wow was it grand. in a train wreck sort of way. like, i couldn't look away. i remember standing and staring. for a long time. and so did the husband. and our realtor. and his wife. and it was shock.

this was a large walk-in master bath. i'd say it was prolly 30x40. immediately on the left as you entered was a double vanity. unassuming. two sinks- one for each dreamer. and a mirror. a nice long mirror. opposite the vanity was a little room for the toilet. a nice, private toilet room.

beyond the vanity and toilet was an open room that housed the remainder of the bathroom facilities. in the left corner to the far end of the bathroom was a jacuzzi tub--- jacked up like 5 feet in the air. with nice tile steps up to the tub. steps that spelled danger to me. because, hello, the thought of walking down a million tile steps after stepping out of the bath doesn't relax me. because usually i like water in my baths. and hello, slippery. truthfully, the tub made me think of the princess and the pea. it was that high. but, you know, the actual tub looked nice enough. i just prefer mine with a little less altitude.

this is not the highlight of the room, however. oh no. opposite the tub was the grandest shower i have ever seen in my life. ever. ever. the remainder of the room was dedicated to the shower. it was a full, open shower- measuring at least 20x30, with no shower curtain, no door, no entrance. well, no entrance unless you counted the entire bathroom as the entrance. because it was completely open to the whole bathroom! guys, i mean it was open to the whole bathroom! and it had multiple shower heads. which is lovely. but it had them in odd places and at strange angles. and they weren't even attractive shower heads. and there were multiples of them. and it seemed as if they were multiplying as we stood and looked. and so where was the privacy? because, remember the glass french doors leading into the master suite? and there were no doors leading into the master bath and definitely no doors for the shower. open. all open. visible from the entrance to the home. who does that?

i tell you all of this because this home has apparently been bought. by someone who i suppose appreciates all these features. and they are spending insane amounts of money already on the home. because the children and i track its progress each day as we drive to school.

the buyer has added an electronic gated entry to this fortress. and who can blame them? any number of people are prolly plotting to break in and take a shower head or two. plus today as i drove by we noted that a grand driveway is being poured. and who knows what transformations are taking place in the interior.

in conclusion of the summation (which ended up being more of an explanation than a summary-sorry), it was once my opinion that this home would sit vacant for a long, long while. but it seems as though a new set of dreamers has taken up residence. and evidently their opinion matters. and i'm ok with stepping down. really.

i just don't know how their bodies will handle the shock once they wake up.

nook report

2010-04-27T16:19:00.001-07:00

Since I received my nook from the husband, I have had a lot of questions from people about it. And let me just declare to all the world: I LOVE IT!! I love it so much that I would marry it. Except I am already married to the husband. Whom I love. And so, we're good.

I'm telling ya- love the nook. I have only read one book on it so far, and it was a book that I never anticipated I would ever read- let alone enjoy. It was a free download that was included with the nook. And at first I just scrolled over it every time I got that nook out to look at, until finally, one of my nephews left it open after exploring my e-reader, so I began reading. And it captivated me.

Curious what book it was? Bram Stoker's Dracula. I know.

I haven't ever been interested in that sort of thing. Ever. I haven't read any of the Twilight series, nor have I seen the movies. I have never delved into anything vampire. I have not seen any of the Dracula movies, and I had no idea Van Helsing was associated with Dracula in any way, but thanks to the recent movie- the name was familiar.

And I loved the book. Perhaps because I had such low expectations? Who knows.

And so, for my first selection on my brand new e-reader, I read Dracula. And liked it.

The husband and I are currently reading William Clayton's journals. Also a free download. Very interesting. Clayton is an early leader in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He was a clerk to Joseph Smith and traveled with Brigham Young in the first wagon train to Utah. In that same wagon train were the husband's great great great grandfather (Parley P. Pratt) and my great great great grandfather (John D. Lee), both of whom are mentioned in the journals. Clayton is also the author of the popular LDS hymn Come, Come, Ye Saints. He wrote it in response to news that his wife had given birth to a son. She was still in Nauvoo, Illinois, and he was somewhere west of that- travelling. Very interesting account.

The nook has recently added some features. And they are awesome. You should check out all it has to offer. Seriously. Link here. And then you should get one so we can share books!

And then we could write nook reports back and forth. Doesn't that sound fun? I know.

Plus, today I was reminiscing about middle daughter, way back to when she was 4 years old (she is newly-turned 6). When she was 4, we could tell her any word and she would come up with a word to rhyme with the given word. The best part was that she always started the rhyming word with the letter H. For example, if you would say start, she would answer with heart, and so on. We liked to give her words like bell and fussy and bore and chirpy. It was really 6th-grade-boy of us, but you know, that's how we displayed all our rebellion. Please don't think less of us. Too much.

The End.