SO TODAY IS THE DAY!!!!
Send your Red Envelopes!!!
In response to the cranky email I received from some one I don't know,
This IS my business. Trying to make a small difference in the attitude of my country. Standing up for what is right. Standing up when I can't sit down...
If this project saves ONE baby's life, we will be successful. If it saves more, it will be nothing other than a miracle.
Thank you everyone who pitched in and helped send envelopes. My children and I sent our envelopes last night for Family Night. It was fun to see all my kids working together for a common goal. And maybe the little dragon that B drew on the envelopes will touch the heart of someone.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Our Home Teacher
I love our family’s home teachers. Brother H comes faithfully every month with his 18 year old son. They are both so humble and we feel the Spirit of the Lord each time they come. It is truly a treat to have them come by. I love Brother H and his family. I am always grateful for his effort in helping our family. I will never forget the feeling that came into our home in December as he read a touching Christmas story. Hubby and I were in tears, somehow, the kiddos were quiet AND still… it was a wonderful feeling and typical of his visits…
Flash forward a few months…
This weekend was bad for me.
B.A.D.
Maybe I could blame it on PMS. Maybe I could point the finger at the out of town days Hubby was having. Perhaps I could even assign the fault to my sweet, unsuspecting children.
But when it comes right down to it. I was just plain grumpy. Tired and worn out. Emotionally, physically – you get the idea.
So, when my good husband called on his way home from church, only minutes after we had arrived home ourselves, and told me we would be having home teachers in a few minutes… I wasn’t very nice about it. At all.
The kids were hungry (the older ones from fasting, the younger just because they are ALWAYS hungry). The younger ones especially needed to eat. I was getting my “cranky-hungry-PMS-not-enough-sleep” headache and I could tell it was going to be a doozy.
I slapped some food on the table for the two youngest children just as our good home teacher and his son were arriving. In his good natured laugh, he asked if Hubby had told me he was coming. And do you know what I said??? Do you know what this “know-better-than-that” mom said?
“He told me a minute ago – now he is instructed to check with me first.” Noticing how rude it sounded, I tried to cover up with how hungry the kids were, or something pathetic like that.
And it all came out worse.
Later that night, our home teacher had to drop off some keys that he had borrowed from hubby. Hubby, who had already left town for another week of “business building”.
He asked if Hubby was already gone. I said yes. Then, just as sweet as he always is, my home teacher said… “If you need anything…” Finishing his sentence for him, I promised I would call him. And you know what? My home teacher would help.
Suddenly, as lonely and hard as it has been while hubby travels, I felt comfort. Knowing that the Lord has a plan in place to help take care of my family while Hubby is away. I suddenly felt safer and more calm. Knowing that help was just a phone call away.
And that little sliver of peace is what I needed. I needed to know that there was a faithful priesthood holder willing to step in when necessary. I needed to know our family was being watched after, prayed for and loved. And I can’t thank Brother H enough for his kindness, as insignificant as he may think it is. I am comforted knowing that he really would help if I needed it. It was as if he opened my door and let a legion of angels in to guard our family.
Flash forward a few months…
This weekend was bad for me.
B.A.D.
Maybe I could blame it on PMS. Maybe I could point the finger at the out of town days Hubby was having. Perhaps I could even assign the fault to my sweet, unsuspecting children.
But when it comes right down to it. I was just plain grumpy. Tired and worn out. Emotionally, physically – you get the idea.
So, when my good husband called on his way home from church, only minutes after we had arrived home ourselves, and told me we would be having home teachers in a few minutes… I wasn’t very nice about it. At all.
The kids were hungry (the older ones from fasting, the younger just because they are ALWAYS hungry). The younger ones especially needed to eat. I was getting my “cranky-hungry-PMS-not-enough-sleep” headache and I could tell it was going to be a doozy.
I slapped some food on the table for the two youngest children just as our good home teacher and his son were arriving. In his good natured laugh, he asked if Hubby had told me he was coming. And do you know what I said??? Do you know what this “know-better-than-that” mom said?
“He told me a minute ago – now he is instructed to check with me first.” Noticing how rude it sounded, I tried to cover up with how hungry the kids were, or something pathetic like that.
And it all came out worse.
Later that night, our home teacher had to drop off some keys that he had borrowed from hubby. Hubby, who had already left town for another week of “business building”.
He asked if Hubby was already gone. I said yes. Then, just as sweet as he always is, my home teacher said… “If you need anything…” Finishing his sentence for him, I promised I would call him. And you know what? My home teacher would help.
Suddenly, as lonely and hard as it has been while hubby travels, I felt comfort. Knowing that the Lord has a plan in place to help take care of my family while Hubby is away. I suddenly felt safer and more calm. Knowing that help was just a phone call away.
And that little sliver of peace is what I needed. I needed to know that there was a faithful priesthood holder willing to step in when necessary. I needed to know our family was being watched after, prayed for and loved. And I can’t thank Brother H enough for his kindness, as insignificant as he may think it is. I am comforted knowing that he really would help if I needed it. It was as if he opened my door and let a legion of angels in to guard our family.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Drum Roll Please...
OK -- For my 200th POST I challenged readers to come up with ideas of something else I can do 200 of...
MELISSA you won! My kiddos voted... it was close. We had to go to the two year old for the tie breaker. Thankfully, she like cookies better than random hugging (S'mee, I was really worried for a while)!
So, now I have to bake 200 cookies. I was supposed to do it right when they voted, but the way this weekend was, I thought I was doing good to get my bra on straight.
I will post pictures and/or video sometime later on this week, so stay tuned. Until then, I am going to dream about crawling into a hole and staying there for a while. Maybe a year.
Don't forget! Red Envelope Day is TUESDAY!!!
MELISSA you won! My kiddos voted... it was close. We had to go to the two year old for the tie breaker. Thankfully, she like cookies better than random hugging (S'mee, I was really worried for a while)!
So, now I have to bake 200 cookies. I was supposed to do it right when they voted, but the way this weekend was, I thought I was doing good to get my bra on straight.
I will post pictures and/or video sometime later on this week, so stay tuned. Until then, I am going to dream about crawling into a hole and staying there for a while. Maybe a year.
Don't forget! Red Envelope Day is TUESDAY!!!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
A Butterfly's Journey
I am sure you have all heard the phrase, “We all have our cross to bear.” For some, that cross is dealing with a chronic illness.
A blogging buddy of mine has written a book on such an issue. It is called, I Never Aksed to Become a Butterfly. She has been dealing with a chronic illness for years and finally has recorded some of her experiences with hypothyroidism.
I loved her candid way of expressing her ups and downs of this disease. I loved how she explained things in a way so I could really get a clear image of what she was going through. What other people, that I love, are going through. It was a little glimpse into her heart and it touched mine.
I was especially touched because I have a family member that is living with thyroid disease and I haven’t known what to do to support them, emotionally or otherwise. I haven’t fully understood the effects this disease can do. But after gaining a glimpse into what it is like, I understand better. And I want to be more supportive.
I wanted to post about it because I know a great many people that struggle on a daily basis with one disease or another. It is nice to know that you are not alone in your suffering. There are others that are in your same shoes. And sometimes, that is all someone needs to know to have hope.
So, if you are interested. You can download or order the book here. The author’s blog is here.
A blogging buddy of mine has written a book on such an issue. It is called, I Never Aksed to Become a Butterfly. She has been dealing with a chronic illness for years and finally has recorded some of her experiences with hypothyroidism.
I loved her candid way of expressing her ups and downs of this disease. I loved how she explained things in a way so I could really get a clear image of what she was going through. What other people, that I love, are going through. It was a little glimpse into her heart and it touched mine.
I was especially touched because I have a family member that is living with thyroid disease and I haven’t known what to do to support them, emotionally or otherwise. I haven’t fully understood the effects this disease can do. But after gaining a glimpse into what it is like, I understand better. And I want to be more supportive.
I wanted to post about it because I know a great many people that struggle on a daily basis with one disease or another. It is nice to know that you are not alone in your suffering. There are others that are in your same shoes. And sometimes, that is all someone needs to know to have hope.
So, if you are interested. You can download or order the book here. The author’s blog is here.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Pinewood Derby
Thanks to Uncle G, R had an awesome car!! He was so proud. His car was fierce competition and came in 5th out of 18... That's the best we have ever done. We ususally don't make it down the tracks -- or the car falls apart. R was such a good sport! (pardon the poor photos)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
RED ENVELOPE DAY IS TUESDAY!!!!
TUESDAY is the day Folks!!! Don't miss this chance to speak out against abortion. This post explains it all.
Not sure if you should take a stand? Take 4 1/2 minutes and watch this video. If you have a heart, you won't soon forget it. I found this video at this heartfelt, touching blog... Look around. You might send a few more envelopes.
Also, I would love it if you would post here how many red envelopes you send!
Not sure if you should take a stand? Take 4 1/2 minutes and watch this video. If you have a heart, you won't soon forget it. I found this video at this heartfelt, touching blog... Look around. You might send a few more envelopes.
Also, I would love it if you would post here how many red envelopes you send!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
You want me to do 200 WHAT???
Would you please do 200 sit-ups? How about eat 200 brussels sprouts? Can you wash the car 200 times?
"No," you say? How about 200 posts????
Hey Yeah!!! I did that! Today!
TODAY IS MY 200th POST!!!
So, in honor of my hubby who very lovingly pointed out “imagine what else you could have been doing 200 of – instead of blogging!” (Don’t worry girls, he is a keeper. He just had a temporary lapse of judgment) I bring you my 200th Post Grand Slam Contest.
OK here is the deal. You, my readers, are in cahoots (do people still use that word) with my children.
Post a comment suggesting something you think I should have to do 200 repetitions of (ie: do 200 situps).
My kids get to pick which entry they like the best (I will video record the picking process and post it)
Once they pick the one they like the best, I have to actually do that thing -- right then. Yes, there will be pictures to post or a video – depending on how brave I am. Hey, and I am hoping you will all be nice – no running 200 miles or anything, K?
So that is it! You have until Saturday March 28th 9:00 am (MST - no DST) to post… Come up with something good. But please be G rated. Let’s see how creative my readers are!
Just as an FYI, people who live in the same house with me can enter as many times as they would like, but the entries will not be considered for the final entry. :)
"No," you say? How about 200 posts????
Hey Yeah!!! I did that! Today!
TODAY IS MY 200th POST!!!
So, in honor of my hubby who very lovingly pointed out “imagine what else you could have been doing 200 of – instead of blogging!” (Don’t worry girls, he is a keeper. He just had a temporary lapse of judgment) I bring you my 200th Post Grand Slam Contest.
OK here is the deal. You, my readers, are in cahoots (do people still use that word) with my children.
Post a comment suggesting something you think I should have to do 200 repetitions of (ie: do 200 situps).
My kids get to pick which entry they like the best (I will video record the picking process and post it)
Once they pick the one they like the best, I have to actually do that thing -- right then. Yes, there will be pictures to post or a video – depending on how brave I am. Hey, and I am hoping you will all be nice – no running 200 miles or anything, K?
So that is it! You have until Saturday March 28th 9:00 am (MST - no DST) to post… Come up with something good. But please be G rated. Let’s see how creative my readers are!
Just as an FYI, people who live in the same house with me can enter as many times as they would like, but the entries will not be considered for the final entry. :)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
I am the BIG sister and I am allowed to embarrass you!
When I was 5 I had this awesome doll. She was the apple of my eye, the reason I got up in the morning, the very best doll in the world. Her name was Lori. So, when instead of a baby brother, my baby sister was born, my parents were caught off guard and needed help picking a name. Naturally, I offered up the best name in the world. Because that little wriggly thing in my mom’s arms was pretty much as cute as my baby doll. Well, since the name for a boy would have been Larry, my parents figured Lori would be a great alternative. But then they threw me a curve ball and spelled her name Laurie. My sister insists that her name is pronounced LAW-RY. I just remind her I named her and I can pronounce it how I want. LOR-RY.
That was 31 years ago. THIRTY-ONE! I can’t believe my little baby sister is 31. And I imagine that no matter how old she gets, I will think of her as my little baby sister. After all, I did help raise her. And, being 5 years older, I was much, much more world savvy than she.
So, today is Auntie L’s birthday. And I want to tell you a little about this girl. Aside from being the blond, blue-eyed beauty that I always envied, she was born with the gift of song. Some people have skills and some people have a gift. My sister has both, making her sound like an angel when she sings. I was always jealous of that too.
She has an amazing smile, with a dimple of course. The dimple, however, didn’t arrive until she was 3 and fell off her bike onto a stick. It poked through her cheek, leaving the most natural looking dimple scar that there ever was. It was as if Heavenly Father said, “Ooops, meant to get that in there earlier”
But, my sister’s talents, beauty and smile don’t define who she is.
With my parents being older when they raised us, there were a lot of things Laurie had to deal with that most people don’t have to. She watched my dad’s Alzheimer’s get bad and even helped take care of him. She was so patient with him and my mom in their older age… much more than I could ever have been. She showed a maturity beyond her years – and most people – when dealing with them. I was always touched when I saw her interact with my dad. She never seemed to be put off by the nursing home smells that made me so queasy. She was kind to everyone at my dad’s home, where I felt so uncomfortable, I just wanted to run and hide.
She has the kind of personality that makes you comfortable. She doesn’t judge and she warms your heart with her smile. She is tender, kind, loving and good. She always wants to do the right thing. And she is a good mommy. Whether she thinks so or not, she is a good mommy because she is a good example of what a person should be. Her children will never doubt that they are loved. She has faith, pure and strong. She knows her Savior. She believes in Gods plan. That faith is what will see her through the many trials she has.
So, just so you all know… I love my baby sis! I am blessed to have her in my life. And here’s to a HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURIE (pronounced LOR-RY)
Hope you enjoy a few photos of one of my favorite people.
This is one of my all time favorite pictures. It shows what a tender loving mommy my baby sis really is.
That was 31 years ago. THIRTY-ONE! I can’t believe my little baby sister is 31. And I imagine that no matter how old she gets, I will think of her as my little baby sister. After all, I did help raise her. And, being 5 years older, I was much, much more world savvy than she.
So, today is Auntie L’s birthday. And I want to tell you a little about this girl. Aside from being the blond, blue-eyed beauty that I always envied, she was born with the gift of song. Some people have skills and some people have a gift. My sister has both, making her sound like an angel when she sings. I was always jealous of that too.
She has an amazing smile, with a dimple of course. The dimple, however, didn’t arrive until she was 3 and fell off her bike onto a stick. It poked through her cheek, leaving the most natural looking dimple scar that there ever was. It was as if Heavenly Father said, “Ooops, meant to get that in there earlier”
But, my sister’s talents, beauty and smile don’t define who she is.
With my parents being older when they raised us, there were a lot of things Laurie had to deal with that most people don’t have to. She watched my dad’s Alzheimer’s get bad and even helped take care of him. She was so patient with him and my mom in their older age… much more than I could ever have been. She showed a maturity beyond her years – and most people – when dealing with them. I was always touched when I saw her interact with my dad. She never seemed to be put off by the nursing home smells that made me so queasy. She was kind to everyone at my dad’s home, where I felt so uncomfortable, I just wanted to run and hide.
She has the kind of personality that makes you comfortable. She doesn’t judge and she warms your heart with her smile. She is tender, kind, loving and good. She always wants to do the right thing. And she is a good mommy. Whether she thinks so or not, she is a good mommy because she is a good example of what a person should be. Her children will never doubt that they are loved. She has faith, pure and strong. She knows her Savior. She believes in Gods plan. That faith is what will see her through the many trials she has.
So, just so you all know… I love my baby sis! I am blessed to have her in my life. And here’s to a HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURIE (pronounced LOR-RY)
Hope you enjoy a few photos of one of my favorite people.
Gotta love those cheeks! Even without the dimple.
This is who my parents saw...
This is who I saw... :)
Notice the adorable dimple is now showing up on her right cheek.
Always performing for someone... I could do without the feather though...
Um, Yeah... I know. She is GORGEOUS!
New Mommy!
The fact that she took time to put a little yellow flower in her baby's hair just gives you insight to Laurie's sunny personality.
Again with the killer smile!
This is one of my all time favorite pictures. It shows what a tender loving mommy my baby sis really is. Happy Birthday Laurie!
Monday, March 23, 2009
I am Home
It is so much fun to go on vacation. Fun to get away and visit new places, see new sites. Whether we are vacationing with extended family or exploring all the sights & sounds of a theme park, it is just plain fun.
And then we come home.
HOME.
The place where I belong. The place where I am comfortable. And, no matter how relaxed we got or how much fun we had, there is nothing quite like stepping into your own home. It is familiar and welcoming. It fills me with happiness, knowing that I am where I should be.
My favorite is walking into the house barefoot when we come home from vacation. Most times, before we leave, we clean. That means clean tile floors. So when we get home from vacation, they are still clean. Untouched. I love how it feels under my feet.
After vacation, everything looks better. Feels better. Even smells better. I love climbing into my own bed; it has never been more comfortable. I love the colors on my wall; I realize I did a pretty good job picking them out. I love the sound of my children quickly filling the walls of my home with their laughter – and even tears.
I am home.
I imagine our life here on earth is like an extended vacation. Of course we can’t remember what it was like before we were born. But I envision that when we finally return home, it will be a little like coming home from vacation.
We will look around and feel comfortable. Welcomed. We will feel as though we are where we belong. We will notice how it looks, smells and most importantly, how it feels. We will remember how much we loved and missed that place called Heaven.
And we will be home.
And then we come home.
HOME.
The place where I belong. The place where I am comfortable. And, no matter how relaxed we got or how much fun we had, there is nothing quite like stepping into your own home. It is familiar and welcoming. It fills me with happiness, knowing that I am where I should be.
My favorite is walking into the house barefoot when we come home from vacation. Most times, before we leave, we clean. That means clean tile floors. So when we get home from vacation, they are still clean. Untouched. I love how it feels under my feet.
After vacation, everything looks better. Feels better. Even smells better. I love climbing into my own bed; it has never been more comfortable. I love the colors on my wall; I realize I did a pretty good job picking them out. I love the sound of my children quickly filling the walls of my home with their laughter – and even tears.
I am home.
I imagine our life here on earth is like an extended vacation. Of course we can’t remember what it was like before we were born. But I envision that when we finally return home, it will be a little like coming home from vacation.
We will look around and feel comfortable. Welcomed. We will feel as though we are where we belong. We will notice how it looks, smells and most importantly, how it feels. We will remember how much we loved and missed that place called Heaven.
And we will be home.
More about Mormon Temples
As a follow up to this post, here is another one about temples. I know I just posted about Temples, but this was so good, I couldn't pass it up. If you have ever wondered what LDS (Mormon) Temples are for, this is a great video to answer questions.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Spring Break Travel Log
This week the kids have been off school and we took advantage of everyday, visiting my sister in Colorado. It was so nice to get away from the normalcy of life and enjoy doing nothing for a few days. Even though I took my camera with me, I was bad and didn’t break it out once… I can’t believe it. I guess I was just feeling a little lazy.
Here are some highlights.
We learned B gets carsick. Now she refers to throwing up as “shooting”, probably because of her projectile vomiting.
Auntie L and I took the kids to see the Denver Aquarium, which is really quite amazing. While there, we were able to feed the stingrays. You have to hole the fish in between your fingers while your hand is in a fist. Then, you keep your hand still as the super slimy stingray puts its WHOLE mouth over your fist to eat the fish. I got a tray of fish for J, R, T & my neice G. They were all too afraid to actually feed the rays so Auntie L and I got to feed them all. It was a little nerve racking having that creature suck your fist for a few seconds, but otherwise uneventful. That is UNTIL one of those creatures actually BIT me. Chomped right down on the knuckles of my first and second finger. I think I may have had the fish into my hand too far. It didn’t draw blood though and was only red for an hour or so… I wish it could have been longer so I could have milked more sympathy from Hubby. Then, after watching all the beautiful fish, we sat down to eat their cousins while we watched more fish.
B and her little cousin G played all day in their “sand castle” and learned the exfoliating effects of sand on your scalp. EVERDAY. Sand in their hair… not just a little, but TONS. Their “sand castle” was a small bricked area with sand in it. It looked like the top of a tower from a castle. I guess that is how they came up with the name. They played so sweetly the first few days. Then after a week without naps and not routine, they began to fight, just like sisters. Made me glad I only have one girl! :)
The boys played video games every chance they could get. Which was a lot because I was busy reading this book and this book.
Remember when I told you all that my kiddos have AWESOME uncles? Well, Uncle G is another super cool uncle. While we stayed at HIS house, eating HIS food, messing up HIS living room, he helped R build his PINEWOOD DERBY CAR. WE still have a week before the race. This may be the earliest we have ever had a car finished. Anyway, R was all smiles and loved it. I should have taken pictures of his prideful smile and his sawdust covered body… it was really cute. Super Huge Thanks to Uncle G!!! R will always remember what you have done for him.
Now, we soon have to face real life again. But for a week it was fun to do something else.
Here are some highlights.
We learned B gets carsick. Now she refers to throwing up as “shooting”, probably because of her projectile vomiting.
Auntie L and I took the kids to see the Denver Aquarium, which is really quite amazing. While there, we were able to feed the stingrays. You have to hole the fish in between your fingers while your hand is in a fist. Then, you keep your hand still as the super slimy stingray puts its WHOLE mouth over your fist to eat the fish. I got a tray of fish for J, R, T & my neice G. They were all too afraid to actually feed the rays so Auntie L and I got to feed them all. It was a little nerve racking having that creature suck your fist for a few seconds, but otherwise uneventful. That is UNTIL one of those creatures actually BIT me. Chomped right down on the knuckles of my first and second finger. I think I may have had the fish into my hand too far. It didn’t draw blood though and was only red for an hour or so… I wish it could have been longer so I could have milked more sympathy from Hubby. Then, after watching all the beautiful fish, we sat down to eat their cousins while we watched more fish.
B and her little cousin G played all day in their “sand castle” and learned the exfoliating effects of sand on your scalp. EVERDAY. Sand in their hair… not just a little, but TONS. Their “sand castle” was a small bricked area with sand in it. It looked like the top of a tower from a castle. I guess that is how they came up with the name. They played so sweetly the first few days. Then after a week without naps and not routine, they began to fight, just like sisters. Made me glad I only have one girl! :)
The boys played video games every chance they could get. Which was a lot because I was busy reading this book and this book.
Remember when I told you all that my kiddos have AWESOME uncles? Well, Uncle G is another super cool uncle. While we stayed at HIS house, eating HIS food, messing up HIS living room, he helped R build his PINEWOOD DERBY CAR. WE still have a week before the race. This may be the earliest we have ever had a car finished. Anyway, R was all smiles and loved it. I should have taken pictures of his prideful smile and his sawdust covered body… it was really cute. Super Huge Thanks to Uncle G!!! R will always remember what you have done for him.
Now, we soon have to face real life again. But for a week it was fun to do something else.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Um, Not OKAY!
So lately the crown of my head has been hurting.
And now I know why.
I found, much to my loathing, an entire cluster of....
GRAY HAIR!
What? Hello? I am 36. I thought I had a few more years. Sure, one here or there... but a cluster?
It is as if those gray hairs are having a little love fest and multiplying their seed. It is a little more difficult to pull out a handful of gray hair instead of one. But I did it! (Surprisingly, my head didn't feel any better.)
Don't mess with me, GRAY! I am NOT IN THE MOOD!!
And now I know why.
I found, much to my loathing, an entire cluster of....
GRAY HAIR!
What? Hello? I am 36. I thought I had a few more years. Sure, one here or there... but a cluster?
It is as if those gray hairs are having a little love fest and multiplying their seed. It is a little more difficult to pull out a handful of gray hair instead of one. But I did it! (Surprisingly, my head didn't feel any better.)
Don't mess with me, GRAY! I am NOT IN THE MOOD!!
Friday, March 20, 2009
An Influence Like None Other
Ellie. She was soft, pink and had a long snout. Her ears were lined with satiny purple fabric that I would roll between my thumb and forefinger while I sucked my other thumb. She was the best elephant I ever had. I loved her in everyplace I could; home, grocery store, friend’s houses and even (GULP) at girl’s camp.
She was a memory for me. A memory I never actually remembered. A memory of my maternal grandmother. Being my last living grandparent, I hardly got to know my Grandma Pearl by age two when she passed. But I had Ellie. And she was a very real symbol of the love of my grandmother.
When I was close to 12, my dad told me about his mother, Grandma Edith. I will never forget that talk I had with him. I watched his clear blue eyes swell with tears as he spoke of his sweet mother and all her virtues. His speech broke as he told me how she had died in a terrible car accident on the way home from a trip when he was 15. He tenderly spoke of the souvenir that had been in her suitcase just for him. And then he told me I was just like her. From that time on, I always felt a connection to this grandmother I never knew.
I had two connections to my grandparents. One, a physical toy, stitched with love. One, an emotional bond, understood only to God himself.
There have been many times in my life when these connections to my grandmothers pulled me through. Especially when I was younger. I held Ellie close and cried through many childhood problems. Even some adolescent problems, seeing how I slept with that elephant until I graduated high school. She mended many broken hearts. As I grew and problems became more serious and too difficult for a plush elephant, I felt the Heavenly Influence of angels, and I am sure that Grandma Edith was there providing all the angelic support she could. Oft times I felt her close. Even though I had never met her in this life, there were definitely times I knew she was close to me, helping me through a rough patch.
These two grandmothers influenced my life -- even beyond the grave.
My sweet children are blessed to have two grandparents in their lives. My husband’s parents are both living, thankfully, and influence my children’s lives on a regular basis.
As I watch Grammy sit on the floor, so she can be eye to eye with her grandchildren, my heart melts. I see the good it does for my children to tell her, while she places a hand on their cheek and her eyes widen in anticipation, about the most important Pokémon card ever. Or how she claps for them when they perform a song or dance or even make her laugh.
I watch my children’s eyes sparkle with laughter at their Papa who, even as he ages, still dances like a monkey and tells the silliest stories.
Grammy and Papa are on the other end of the phone when my children go poopy for the first time and want to tell someone. They are at concerts, baptisms, church programs. They remember birthdays and get so excited with the children for Christmas. Papa helps Hubby with priesthood blessings. Grammy watches the little ones when another child is at the hospital. There are times when a child gets SO upset and just won’t calm down. After a while, when I am worn out of trying to figure a solution to helping this child feel better, we call Grammy. And she makes everything better. Just by talking to the child.
She is grandma and that is what she does. Makes things better.
And then there are the hugs. Warm grandparent hugs. The kind of hugs where you can get lost in. The kind that you get the air squeezed out of you.
BIG. HUGE. HUGS.
If the influence I felt from grandparents was so real after they had passed, I can’t even begin to imagine the influence these angel grandparents have on my children here in this life. I really think Heavenly Father did a great job with these two. They are perfect for my kiddos and I am so thankful to them. For their earthly influence in my children’s lives.
She was a memory for me. A memory I never actually remembered. A memory of my maternal grandmother. Being my last living grandparent, I hardly got to know my Grandma Pearl by age two when she passed. But I had Ellie. And she was a very real symbol of the love of my grandmother.
When I was close to 12, my dad told me about his mother, Grandma Edith. I will never forget that talk I had with him. I watched his clear blue eyes swell with tears as he spoke of his sweet mother and all her virtues. His speech broke as he told me how she had died in a terrible car accident on the way home from a trip when he was 15. He tenderly spoke of the souvenir that had been in her suitcase just for him. And then he told me I was just like her. From that time on, I always felt a connection to this grandmother I never knew.
I had two connections to my grandparents. One, a physical toy, stitched with love. One, an emotional bond, understood only to God himself.
There have been many times in my life when these connections to my grandmothers pulled me through. Especially when I was younger. I held Ellie close and cried through many childhood problems. Even some adolescent problems, seeing how I slept with that elephant until I graduated high school. She mended many broken hearts. As I grew and problems became more serious and too difficult for a plush elephant, I felt the Heavenly Influence of angels, and I am sure that Grandma Edith was there providing all the angelic support she could. Oft times I felt her close. Even though I had never met her in this life, there were definitely times I knew she was close to me, helping me through a rough patch.
These two grandmothers influenced my life -- even beyond the grave.
My sweet children are blessed to have two grandparents in their lives. My husband’s parents are both living, thankfully, and influence my children’s lives on a regular basis.
As I watch Grammy sit on the floor, so she can be eye to eye with her grandchildren, my heart melts. I see the good it does for my children to tell her, while she places a hand on their cheek and her eyes widen in anticipation, about the most important Pokémon card ever. Or how she claps for them when they perform a song or dance or even make her laugh.
I watch my children’s eyes sparkle with laughter at their Papa who, even as he ages, still dances like a monkey and tells the silliest stories.
Grammy and Papa are on the other end of the phone when my children go poopy for the first time and want to tell someone. They are at concerts, baptisms, church programs. They remember birthdays and get so excited with the children for Christmas. Papa helps Hubby with priesthood blessings. Grammy watches the little ones when another child is at the hospital. There are times when a child gets SO upset and just won’t calm down. After a while, when I am worn out of trying to figure a solution to helping this child feel better, we call Grammy. And she makes everything better. Just by talking to the child.
She is grandma and that is what she does. Makes things better.
And then there are the hugs. Warm grandparent hugs. The kind of hugs where you can get lost in. The kind that you get the air squeezed out of you.
BIG. HUGE. HUGS.
If the influence I felt from grandparents was so real after they had passed, I can’t even begin to imagine the influence these angel grandparents have on my children here in this life. I really think Heavenly Father did a great job with these two. They are perfect for my kiddos and I am so thankful to them. For their earthly influence in my children’s lives.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Mormon Temples
Because I am Mormon. Because "we" have had an interesting publicity dilemma. And, because I can...
Here is the official explanation of what Temples are for.
If you have any questions, Please feel free to ask me or any other member of The Church or Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (the Mormons). We can answer questions.
Here is the official explanation of what Temples are for.
If you have any questions, Please feel free to ask me or any other member of The Church or Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (the Mormons). We can answer questions.
Are You Like Me?
I have read some great blogs. By great moms. Who even have their picture in their profile. But if I ever saw them in line at Target, I would have no idea.
I am sorry, those 25 pixel photos just don't give me enough to go off of.
I have been thinking about this. How you and I could actually live down the street from each other. Shop at the same store, visit the same doctor, take our kids to the same school. And we would have no idea.
Then I started thinking even more... what if we share more in common than just proximity?
What if we are really similar? There is one particular blogger who my hubby is convinced is my twin -- and yet we have never met. But our similarities are actually kind of humorous. (You learn a lot about a person when you go back a few months.)
So what is your story?
Do you get angry at your sweet little kids?
Do you struggle to stay awake during the day, making naps almost a necessity?
Do you have odd looking toes and stubby fingers?
Did you marry your high school sweetheart?
Did you grow up in a big family or small?
Do you think your children are pretty much the cutest things on the planet?
Do you love to sing, but just lack the talent to make it pleasant to listen to?
Do you struggle with depression?
Are you an aspiring author?
Do you have multiple projects started and very little finished?
Do you like to sew?
Are you a sucker for a good Disney Original Movie and tear up at Ever After?
Have you ever been caught dancing in the kitchen by someone besides your family?
Do you have a habit of embarrassing yourself?
Are you like me?
I am sorry, those 25 pixel photos just don't give me enough to go off of.
I have been thinking about this. How you and I could actually live down the street from each other. Shop at the same store, visit the same doctor, take our kids to the same school. And we would have no idea.
Then I started thinking even more... what if we share more in common than just proximity?
What if we are really similar? There is one particular blogger who my hubby is convinced is my twin -- and yet we have never met. But our similarities are actually kind of humorous. (You learn a lot about a person when you go back a few months.)
So what is your story?
Do you get angry at your sweet little kids?
Do you struggle to stay awake during the day, making naps almost a necessity?
Do you have odd looking toes and stubby fingers?
Did you marry your high school sweetheart?
Did you grow up in a big family or small?
Do you think your children are pretty much the cutest things on the planet?
Do you love to sing, but just lack the talent to make it pleasant to listen to?
Do you struggle with depression?
Are you an aspiring author?
Do you have multiple projects started and very little finished?
Do you like to sew?
Are you a sucker for a good Disney Original Movie and tear up at Ever After?
Have you ever been caught dancing in the kitchen by someone besides your family?
Do you have a habit of embarrassing yourself?
Are you like me?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The Evolution of a Blog
A blog is an interesting thing. Kind of a mix between a journal and show and tell. For me, my blog was a way to get my sister off my back. She kept telling me to start one, and I finally gave in. Thank goodness for sisters... she must have known what I needed.
I quickly found the other blogs for families in our ward and began to visit them faithfully. I felt a little like I was in a special club. I especially loved it when those wonderful ladies actually responded to one of my posts. Score. I was feeling so cool!
After only a short time, I had fully discovered the thrill of positive feedback and the agony of negative comments.
So, I did what any comment crazed person does and began to get listed in blog directories. My blog stats went up. Comments jumped from 3 to 6 - I know... Crazy! I started getting followers. Ego boost. People I didn't even know told me some really nice things. Things that I loved. But those I actually know pretty much stopped making comments altogether. And that is ok... I just have to remember that blogging is not real life.
I keep telling myself that I want to keep my blog real. Tell it like it is. I imagined a more sarcastic self. A more witty author. Someone who brings a laugh to the table everytime. But I have learned something about myself... This is who I am. And I am pretty reflective. Sentimental. Only with occasional humor. If you were to read my journal or have a conversation with me... I would be pretty much the same. My journal might contain more references to odd bodily functions... But who really wants to know that anyway.
I fight the daily need for comment reinforcement and trying not to get caught up in the blogosphere. I love blogging for the emotional release... But would I keep it up if no one commented? Probably not. And even though I tell myself this is just for me... I get sad if someone feels negatively about a post or interprets something I said wrongly.
But, I have decided I am good where I am bloggy wise. I like sharing what I share. Even if it only gets one comment. I have decided I like what it is showing me about myself. (But if I happen to get a whopping 6 or 7 comments, I think I am pretty dang cool -- Nevermind that some of you really know how to work a blog -- getting upwards of 30, 50, even 100 comments EASY! ;-))
So, who knows how long it will last. But here I am. And I rather like it.
I quickly found the other blogs for families in our ward and began to visit them faithfully. I felt a little like I was in a special club. I especially loved it when those wonderful ladies actually responded to one of my posts. Score. I was feeling so cool!
After only a short time, I had fully discovered the thrill of positive feedback and the agony of negative comments.
So, I did what any comment crazed person does and began to get listed in blog directories. My blog stats went up. Comments jumped from 3 to 6 - I know... Crazy! I started getting followers. Ego boost. People I didn't even know told me some really nice things. Things that I loved. But those I actually know pretty much stopped making comments altogether. And that is ok... I just have to remember that blogging is not real life.
I keep telling myself that I want to keep my blog real. Tell it like it is. I imagined a more sarcastic self. A more witty author. Someone who brings a laugh to the table everytime. But I have learned something about myself... This is who I am. And I am pretty reflective. Sentimental. Only with occasional humor. If you were to read my journal or have a conversation with me... I would be pretty much the same. My journal might contain more references to odd bodily functions... But who really wants to know that anyway.
I fight the daily need for comment reinforcement and trying not to get caught up in the blogosphere. I love blogging for the emotional release... But would I keep it up if no one commented? Probably not. And even though I tell myself this is just for me... I get sad if someone feels negatively about a post or interprets something I said wrongly.
But, I have decided I am good where I am bloggy wise. I like sharing what I share. Even if it only gets one comment. I have decided I like what it is showing me about myself. (But if I happen to get a whopping 6 or 7 comments, I think I am pretty dang cool -- Nevermind that some of you really know how to work a blog -- getting upwards of 30, 50, even 100 comments EASY! ;-))
So, who knows how long it will last. But here I am. And I rather like it.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Little Blogging Tricks
Here are five of my favorite blogging tricks... They make my life so much easier. Hope you enjoy!
First, is Google Calendar. (not really a blogging trick but if you use it, you have more time to blog :))You don’t have to download anything and it is free – what more could you ask for? How about a text message a few minutes before your appointment so you don’t forget? Done. Maybe you would like your daily agenda emailed to you each morning… done. This little service is the best thing that has happened to my family in the way of organization. We are on the computer enough that adding in a date or an appointment only takes 15 seconds. With the settings I have, I am emailed each morning about my schedule and 20 minutes before my appointment I receive a reminder text. I can also see hubby’s schedule. It works wonders.
Second, is Google Reader. You know all those blogs you follow? How about sites you subscribe to? I couldn’t believe how time consuming it was to check in on each one of my favorite stops. With Google Reader, I go to one site. I can see immediately who has posted what. And if I want to comment, I just follow a link to the site. SO MUCH BETTER. It saves me a ton of time and I can check all my favorite blogs on my phone while I am waiting somewhere. Now I don’t mind waiting. It makes following blogs a snap!
Third, put a little "followers" widget in your side bar. I love when I go to a site and see this. If I want to check back later, I just have to click "follow this blog" and I can follow through easily on Reader.
Fourth, a great blogger, over at If You Give a Mom a Moment, gave me this hint a long time ago. In your profile, if you add your email, then when you comment, the blogger can just email you back. I love it when people do that because I can respond personally to their comments.
Lastly is scheduling. Now I actually don't know if this is a major blogging etiquette faux pas or not, but it makes my life easier. Usually, my creativity comes in waves. I get a thought I want to write about. It then leads to another and another. I can go for days with all sorts of ideas and then NOTHING. ZIP. ZILCH. So, instead of having gaps where I don't blog for days at a time. I write everything on my mind at once. Usually it doesn't take me very long when I am feeling creative. Then I post them on my blog but change the date to a future date, so it becomes SCHEDULED to post. This keeps me from having three on one day and nothing for a week. Usually, my posts and writers block end at the same time and then I am ready to go again. And of course time sensitive posts get priority.
So there you have it… My favorite little blogging tricks. Use them wisely, they will bring you joy!
First, is Google Calendar. (not really a blogging trick but if you use it, you have more time to blog :))You don’t have to download anything and it is free – what more could you ask for? How about a text message a few minutes before your appointment so you don’t forget? Done. Maybe you would like your daily agenda emailed to you each morning… done. This little service is the best thing that has happened to my family in the way of organization. We are on the computer enough that adding in a date or an appointment only takes 15 seconds. With the settings I have, I am emailed each morning about my schedule and 20 minutes before my appointment I receive a reminder text. I can also see hubby’s schedule. It works wonders.
Second, is Google Reader. You know all those blogs you follow? How about sites you subscribe to? I couldn’t believe how time consuming it was to check in on each one of my favorite stops. With Google Reader, I go to one site. I can see immediately who has posted what. And if I want to comment, I just follow a link to the site. SO MUCH BETTER. It saves me a ton of time and I can check all my favorite blogs on my phone while I am waiting somewhere. Now I don’t mind waiting. It makes following blogs a snap!
Third, put a little "followers" widget in your side bar. I love when I go to a site and see this. If I want to check back later, I just have to click "follow this blog" and I can follow through easily on Reader.
Fourth, a great blogger, over at If You Give a Mom a Moment, gave me this hint a long time ago. In your profile, if you add your email, then when you comment, the blogger can just email you back. I love it when people do that because I can respond personally to their comments.
Lastly is scheduling. Now I actually don't know if this is a major blogging etiquette faux pas or not, but it makes my life easier. Usually, my creativity comes in waves. I get a thought I want to write about. It then leads to another and another. I can go for days with all sorts of ideas and then NOTHING. ZIP. ZILCH. So, instead of having gaps where I don't blog for days at a time. I write everything on my mind at once. Usually it doesn't take me very long when I am feeling creative. Then I post them on my blog but change the date to a future date, so it becomes SCHEDULED to post. This keeps me from having three on one day and nothing for a week. Usually, my posts and writers block end at the same time and then I am ready to go again. And of course time sensitive posts get priority.
So there you have it… My favorite little blogging tricks. Use them wisely, they will bring you joy!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Needing One Another
Our whole life is about being around people, about needing people. We thrive on relationships, receive energy from interpersonal interactions and grow from sharing challenges with others. God designed our lives this way. He set it up so that we would come as infants to a family where we would be raised taught and nurtured. How is it then, that so much can go wrong and change this plan so completely? How does it happen that an individual can become so unsupported and alone?
I remember as a child going to the visitor center down at the Mesa Temple and watching short, inspirational films. One such film was one put out by BYU called Cipher in the Snow. It was a story of a young boy who literally faded into the next life without being noticed in this one. It struck such emotion in me that I have never forgotten the story.
I struggle when I hear people talk about co-dependency: defining it as needing other people for support. I think there lies a fine line between co-dependency and interdependency.
We are called upon to bear one another's burdens; stand with those in need and lift up the hands that hang down. This doesn't sound like a life that is meant to be lonely.
We need people. We need to be loved. Wanted.
I need to hear my hubby say he loves me. I need him to look at me "that way." I need a hug or smile from a friend. And, if I were only to receive negative comments, all day, everyday, it would break me. I don't know how to be any other way.
What do you need? What do you give to those who need you?
Sunday, March 15, 2009
In Church Today
I wish I had some great remarks on today's great meetings, instead, you get this:
I was asked to give the benediction in sacrament meeting today. I forgot. YUP. Bishop and Hubby were on the stand giving me a weird look -- after all I was only five rows in front of them. I couldn't figure out why they kept staring so strangely at me. It wasn't until the Bishop got up to say the prayer that I remembered I was supposed to be doing that. SO. EMBARRASSING!
My friend stopped me in the hall today. She had to share the sweet things my children had been saying the day before in their ladybug hunt. We live right across the street from a greenbelt -- full of ladybugs this time of year. My friend was out watching the neighborhood kiddos playing when she heard my 9 year old son say "Hey look, there are two ladybugs stuck together. They are DATING."
Quickly, my 6 year old son piped up, as all the children gathered round, "They aren't DATING, they are MATING!"
The rest of the lady bug hunt was spent finding two stuck together. Um, yeah.
Lastly, we were discussing in Primary Sharing Time today about the different hats a mother wears. Our primary president was trying to explain that she was wearing a "Primary Presidents" hat. She went on to describe all sorts of hats, then added that the Primary Chorister was wearing a "Music Director's" hat. Then, selecting a teacher in the room, asked what kind of hat is Sister O wearing. Her son (11), who was sitting on the other side of the room, without skipping a beat answered, "A Halo"
Yup. Great Day!
I was asked to give the benediction in sacrament meeting today. I forgot. YUP. Bishop and Hubby were on the stand giving me a weird look -- after all I was only five rows in front of them. I couldn't figure out why they kept staring so strangely at me. It wasn't until the Bishop got up to say the prayer that I remembered I was supposed to be doing that. SO. EMBARRASSING!
My friend stopped me in the hall today. She had to share the sweet things my children had been saying the day before in their ladybug hunt. We live right across the street from a greenbelt -- full of ladybugs this time of year. My friend was out watching the neighborhood kiddos playing when she heard my 9 year old son say "Hey look, there are two ladybugs stuck together. They are DATING."
Quickly, my 6 year old son piped up, as all the children gathered round, "They aren't DATING, they are MATING!"
The rest of the lady bug hunt was spent finding two stuck together. Um, yeah.
Lastly, we were discussing in Primary Sharing Time today about the different hats a mother wears. Our primary president was trying to explain that she was wearing a "Primary Presidents" hat. She went on to describe all sorts of hats, then added that the Primary Chorister was wearing a "Music Director's" hat. Then, selecting a teacher in the room, asked what kind of hat is Sister O wearing. Her son (11), who was sitting on the other side of the room, without skipping a beat answered, "A Halo"
Yup. Great Day!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A Note From Mom
Dear children… I know we recently discussed the issues surrounding the use, or lack thereof, of our laundry room. Regrettably, we still have some things to discuss.
Please remember that serving spoons are NOT shovels and spatula’s are NOT flyswatters. Items in the kitchen must remain in the kitchen and be free from dirt, glue and dead insects.
Also, it is important to keep in mind that I actually use the squirt bottle from time to time and need it to be left in my sewing room. It is not to be used as a water gun, sippy cup or alarm clock for your brother.
For you boys, please aim. Please.
It has come to my attention that there is a mysterious creature spreading boogers on the walls of my home. I know you said that nobody has actually done it, but because I don’t believe in ghosts or aliens, I have to believe it is one of you children. This issue has been very concerning to me. I really do not want to look at, think about or clean plastered boogers from my wall. In addition, they are quite large and remove a fair amount of paint when pried from the wall. Who ever is doing this, please come forward. I am pretty sure the sizes of these things are not normal. We can find you help.
If you find me asleep, please do not wake me to tell me good night, that you can not sleep, or ask me to find your Pokemon cards. Please do not panic. I will wake up and no, I do not want to discuss the fairness of your punishment while I am trying to rest.
If I am preoccupied making dinner, doing laundry or going to the bathroom. Please do not tell your little sister who just covered herself and the rug in yogurt to come find me. Please just clean it up. Well. So I never find out about it.
Please remember that no matter how long you sit on the couch, a lost shoe will not find itself and attach itself to your foot. You will need to get up and look for the shoe yourself. Looking does not conclude after you glance in the corner. Shoes often hide under beds, in closets, in laundry baskets, under desks and at friends houses. Please exhaust all of these places before you come to me asking for help.
Keep in mind that I do not assign your homework. I can not take the homework away no matter how much you don't like it. I will not write a note to your teacher telling her you didn't get it done. She will figure that out. I might, however, post your reaction to the homework on YouTube if you don't calm down.
I promise you, you can not die from walking to school. It is only a short distance. You will be OK. Fresh air is good for you and walking makes your heart healthy. You are not being neglected or deprived of your rightful childhood enjoyments. And yes, it is fair.
Finally, remember, more than anything else listed here, that no matter how much you ignore these requests, you can't do anything that will make me stop loving you. And yes, you are stuck with me FOREVER!!!
Please remember that serving spoons are NOT shovels and spatula’s are NOT flyswatters. Items in the kitchen must remain in the kitchen and be free from dirt, glue and dead insects.
Also, it is important to keep in mind that I actually use the squirt bottle from time to time and need it to be left in my sewing room. It is not to be used as a water gun, sippy cup or alarm clock for your brother.
For you boys, please aim. Please.
It has come to my attention that there is a mysterious creature spreading boogers on the walls of my home. I know you said that nobody has actually done it, but because I don’t believe in ghosts or aliens, I have to believe it is one of you children. This issue has been very concerning to me. I really do not want to look at, think about or clean plastered boogers from my wall. In addition, they are quite large and remove a fair amount of paint when pried from the wall. Who ever is doing this, please come forward. I am pretty sure the sizes of these things are not normal. We can find you help.
If you find me asleep, please do not wake me to tell me good night, that you can not sleep, or ask me to find your Pokemon cards. Please do not panic. I will wake up and no, I do not want to discuss the fairness of your punishment while I am trying to rest.
If I am preoccupied making dinner, doing laundry or going to the bathroom. Please do not tell your little sister who just covered herself and the rug in yogurt to come find me. Please just clean it up. Well. So I never find out about it.
Please remember that no matter how long you sit on the couch, a lost shoe will not find itself and attach itself to your foot. You will need to get up and look for the shoe yourself. Looking does not conclude after you glance in the corner. Shoes often hide under beds, in closets, in laundry baskets, under desks and at friends houses. Please exhaust all of these places before you come to me asking for help.
Keep in mind that I do not assign your homework. I can not take the homework away no matter how much you don't like it. I will not write a note to your teacher telling her you didn't get it done. She will figure that out. I might, however, post your reaction to the homework on YouTube if you don't calm down.
I promise you, you can not die from walking to school. It is only a short distance. You will be OK. Fresh air is good for you and walking makes your heart healthy. You are not being neglected or deprived of your rightful childhood enjoyments. And yes, it is fair.
Finally, remember, more than anything else listed here, that no matter how much you ignore these requests, you can't do anything that will make me stop loving you. And yes, you are stuck with me FOREVER!!!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Sugar-holic
Well, it happened. I realized I am a sugar-holic. I went almost two long months without sugar.
You see, I do love my sister more than brownies, but I was being plagued. I salivated everytime someone mentioned cookie. I couldn't help from staring longingly at my children's Family Home Evening treat -- it gave them the creeps. I dreamt about sugar stuff everynight.
Cupcakes. Brownies. Chocolate milk. Those infernal sugar plums.
And then came "That Time" when every girl just needs a little chocolate. I could only get so much benifit from smelling candy wrappers.
So when hubby (who says, "I have known you long enough to know when you need chocolate") brought home a little chocolate love, I decided to follow his counsel and indulge.
OH. SO. GOOD.
And you know what? The haunting visions of sugar plums have ceased.
I decided it was entirely messed up to be drooling, sniffing, and dreaming about something so much. I just must either be so addicted to sugar that I was having withdrawls for two months or maybe I just need a little.
Just a little. Really. I will be good.
You see, I do love my sister more than brownies, but I was being plagued. I salivated everytime someone mentioned cookie. I couldn't help from staring longingly at my children's Family Home Evening treat -- it gave them the creeps. I dreamt about sugar stuff everynight.
Cupcakes. Brownies. Chocolate milk. Those infernal sugar plums.
And then came "That Time" when every girl just needs a little chocolate. I could only get so much benifit from smelling candy wrappers.
So when hubby (who says, "I have known you long enough to know when you need chocolate") brought home a little chocolate love, I decided to follow his counsel and indulge.
OH. SO. GOOD.
And you know what? The haunting visions of sugar plums have ceased.
I decided it was entirely messed up to be drooling, sniffing, and dreaming about something so much. I just must either be so addicted to sugar that I was having withdrawls for two months or maybe I just need a little.
Just a little. Really. I will be good.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
School Yard Bully
Do you remember that bully in the school yard? The one who seem to always get his way, make fun of the underdog, pick on those who wouldn’t fight back? Remember when he did something to hurt someone? If you tried to confront him about it, it didn’t make him feel remorseful, only glad that he had done the wrong deed in the first place.
Unfortunately, those bullies grow up. They fill different jobs, contractors, doctors, CEO’s of famed corporations, some become lawyers, some join the political arena, some become dictators -- others become Hollywood producers.
Today, I feel a little like the kid in the school yard.
Anybody who has spent any time on my blog knows that I am LDS. And they know that my religion and I are hard to separate. I love my religion. I love my beliefs. I hold them very sacred. They are near to my heart.
It has come to my attention over the last couple days of an issue that makes me feel sick inside.
There is a particular show, I would rather not name, that I have ignored over the last couple years. From what I understand, it shows a distorted view of my religion. This happens. People make jokes. Make fun. And I just let it “roll off like water off a ducks back” as my dad would say.
But now?
Now, this show is going to “depict” one of our most sacred ordinances. Or their interpretation of it, based off what a former member has told them. They are going to take something I hold close to my heart and do a Hollywood Spin on it.
I know this is bound to happen. It isn’t even the first time something like this has been done. I know that it is part and parcel. This happens to many religions. If I am aware of something that comes from Hollywood that is offensive to Catholics, I am not going to support it. If there is something distasteful towards Jews, I will avoid it.
I believe everyone has the right to their own beliefs. And the right to hold those beliefs sacred without some schoolyard bully pointing a finger of ridicule.
Is this really what we want to foster in this country? Belittling someone’s beliefs through misinterpretation? Do we really want to take something others hold so precious and wave it as a banner of shame?
Really?
It just makes me feel sad.
*** if you want a link of where to go to voice your opinion to the offending network, email me and I will send you a link.***
Unfortunately, those bullies grow up. They fill different jobs, contractors, doctors, CEO’s of famed corporations, some become lawyers, some join the political arena, some become dictators -- others become Hollywood producers.
Today, I feel a little like the kid in the school yard.
Anybody who has spent any time on my blog knows that I am LDS. And they know that my religion and I are hard to separate. I love my religion. I love my beliefs. I hold them very sacred. They are near to my heart.
It has come to my attention over the last couple days of an issue that makes me feel sick inside.
There is a particular show, I would rather not name, that I have ignored over the last couple years. From what I understand, it shows a distorted view of my religion. This happens. People make jokes. Make fun. And I just let it “roll off like water off a ducks back” as my dad would say.
But now?
Now, this show is going to “depict” one of our most sacred ordinances. Or their interpretation of it, based off what a former member has told them. They are going to take something I hold close to my heart and do a Hollywood Spin on it.
I know this is bound to happen. It isn’t even the first time something like this has been done. I know that it is part and parcel. This happens to many religions. If I am aware of something that comes from Hollywood that is offensive to Catholics, I am not going to support it. If there is something distasteful towards Jews, I will avoid it.
I believe everyone has the right to their own beliefs. And the right to hold those beliefs sacred without some schoolyard bully pointing a finger of ridicule.
Is this really what we want to foster in this country? Belittling someone’s beliefs through misinterpretation? Do we really want to take something others hold so precious and wave it as a banner of shame?
Really?
It just makes me feel sad.
*** if you want a link of where to go to voice your opinion to the offending network, email me and I will send you a link.***
Personality Matters
In college I studied Family Science. Emphasizing Human Development – you would think I would have learned a thing or two about how to ACTUALLY raise children. But that is a blog for another day.
I did a report about the personality development of children and how it is affected by the mother. I came to the conclusion that in part, children come with their own personality, and are only gently shaped by their environment.
However, the other day, I was having a discussion with a friend of mine. I was frustrated because of something one of my children had done. I asked her the question, “Do my children get like this because of me or do they come like this TO me because of who I am?” My good friend smiled, bit her lip and gave me that look – the one that says the answer I don’t want.
So, I ask you… Are children sent to our homes with a predisposed personality? A personality that only OUR personality, as a parent, can raise? Do they come to us because of WHO we are? Are they going to be a certain way no matter what and God just knew that so He gave us our particular child because we would be most likely to raise them right? Would a different parent extinguish their growth?
OR…
Do they come to us normal and we just screw them up… I mean do we make them a certain way because of our personality? How much of WHO we are and WHAT we do dictate the kind of child we have? If my children had a different mother would they whine less? Would they do their jobs? Would they burp at the table? Do they just act these ways because I am laid back? Am I restricting their growth because I don’t spank my children?
I am interested in what the blogging world has to say… or maybe I am just looking for a little (pathetic) positive reinforcement.
I did a report about the personality development of children and how it is affected by the mother. I came to the conclusion that in part, children come with their own personality, and are only gently shaped by their environment.
However, the other day, I was having a discussion with a friend of mine. I was frustrated because of something one of my children had done. I asked her the question, “Do my children get like this because of me or do they come like this TO me because of who I am?” My good friend smiled, bit her lip and gave me that look – the one that says the answer I don’t want.
So, I ask you… Are children sent to our homes with a predisposed personality? A personality that only OUR personality, as a parent, can raise? Do they come to us because of WHO we are? Are they going to be a certain way no matter what and God just knew that so He gave us our particular child because we would be most likely to raise them right? Would a different parent extinguish their growth?
OR…
Do they come to us normal and we just screw them up… I mean do we make them a certain way because of our personality? How much of WHO we are and WHAT we do dictate the kind of child we have? If my children had a different mother would they whine less? Would they do their jobs? Would they burp at the table? Do they just act these ways because I am laid back? Am I restricting their growth because I don’t spank my children?
I am interested in what the blogging world has to say… or maybe I am just looking for a little (pathetic) positive reinforcement.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Just for Moms...
I was so moved by this quote, I wanted to post it here, all by itself. It comes from Neil A. Maxwell and you can read the complete talk here. Have a Happy Monday!
We salute you, sisters, for the joy that is yours as you rejoice in a baby’s first smile and as you listen with eager ear to a child’s first day at school which bespeaks a special selflessness. Women, more quickly than others, will understand the possible dangers when the word self is militantly placed before other words like fulfillment. You rock a sobbing child without wondering if today’s world is passing you by, because you know you hold tomorrow tightly in your arms.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Laundry Room
This weekend is stake conference for our stake. For those of you who don’t know what that is, you can click here for a brief idea.
I have posted before about what our particular Stake President has asked us to do. And I have been trying to do it. I am not perfect, but I am making an effort.
And something odd has been happening.
These things may seem simple to many of you. But I am not a natural homemaker. I would rather be doing something else and usually find something to keep me preoccupied. Not a trait that I am proud of, but it is true. Any one who stops by regularly can testify to our customary mess. I used to have someone come and help me, but we are trying to be more economical and self-sufficient, which means a lot goes undone.
Anyway, I have been waking each morning to ask to know the most important thing to do for the day. Sometimes, I barely am awake and I am probably muttering incoherent sentences more than anything. But something must penetrate the ceiling…
Since I have began doing this I have been making breakfast for my children regularly. Usually I just let them grab a breakfast bar or a bowl of cereal. But, lately? I have been making them breakfast. Even if it is just oatmeal, toast and milk. And even more odd, most of the time, they have all been sitting down together to eat it. They seem to feel more loved because of it.
The next thing that just began happening was me making dinners regularly. As a family, we had gotten into a terrible habit of getting take out more nights than not. Our health was suffering. But when I began doing what our Stake President asked, an idea came to my head of how to work out a menu that works for my family. We have been doing it ever since, and dinners are no longer a chore. AND, again, we are sitting as a family to eat more. I have begun to enjoy the satisfaction of feeding my family’s tummies. There is something about seeing them all around the table, eating food that their daddy provided and I cooked, that makes me smile. It makes me feel content and secure.
The last thing I have noticed is that I don’t loathe housework like I used to. That doesn’t mean at all that I am actually getting it all done. But I don’t hate it. It doesn’t plague me like an unwelcomed ghost. I don’t cringe and feel sick when I look at my endless piles of laundry. And if I don’t get to it, I don’t kick myself. Laundry will pile, dishes will stack, floors will become sticky and I can keep perspective. I am more content getting the kids to do their jobs than just doing it myself so it gets done right. We have begun working as a family on Saturday mornings to do deep cleaning (which doesn’t always work out happily) And my home feels more like my home.
It is as if the Lord just made this burden light.
So, like I said, these may be little small things to many of you. But for me they are major. They mark a change in my attitude. I think that my family really needed me to step up to the plate here and because I am taking it to the Lord, it is getting easier. It’s not perfect, just better. I have a long ways to go. My goal is to have my home ready for company on more days than not. So that when someone comes to the door unannounced, I don’t have to block them from coming inside or apologize for my mess.
So my challenge to you is to give this a shot. See what happens in your life. Maybe it will be simple like mine. Maybe it will be major. But the blessings will definitely be there.
I have posted before about what our particular Stake President has asked us to do. And I have been trying to do it. I am not perfect, but I am making an effort.
And something odd has been happening.
These things may seem simple to many of you. But I am not a natural homemaker. I would rather be doing something else and usually find something to keep me preoccupied. Not a trait that I am proud of, but it is true. Any one who stops by regularly can testify to our customary mess. I used to have someone come and help me, but we are trying to be more economical and self-sufficient, which means a lot goes undone.
Anyway, I have been waking each morning to ask to know the most important thing to do for the day. Sometimes, I barely am awake and I am probably muttering incoherent sentences more than anything. But something must penetrate the ceiling…
Since I have began doing this I have been making breakfast for my children regularly. Usually I just let them grab a breakfast bar or a bowl of cereal. But, lately? I have been making them breakfast. Even if it is just oatmeal, toast and milk. And even more odd, most of the time, they have all been sitting down together to eat it. They seem to feel more loved because of it.
The next thing that just began happening was me making dinners regularly. As a family, we had gotten into a terrible habit of getting take out more nights than not. Our health was suffering. But when I began doing what our Stake President asked, an idea came to my head of how to work out a menu that works for my family. We have been doing it ever since, and dinners are no longer a chore. AND, again, we are sitting as a family to eat more. I have begun to enjoy the satisfaction of feeding my family’s tummies. There is something about seeing them all around the table, eating food that their daddy provided and I cooked, that makes me smile. It makes me feel content and secure.
The last thing I have noticed is that I don’t loathe housework like I used to. That doesn’t mean at all that I am actually getting it all done. But I don’t hate it. It doesn’t plague me like an unwelcomed ghost. I don’t cringe and feel sick when I look at my endless piles of laundry. And if I don’t get to it, I don’t kick myself. Laundry will pile, dishes will stack, floors will become sticky and I can keep perspective. I am more content getting the kids to do their jobs than just doing it myself so it gets done right. We have begun working as a family on Saturday mornings to do deep cleaning (which doesn’t always work out happily) And my home feels more like my home.
It is as if the Lord just made this burden light.
So, like I said, these may be little small things to many of you. But for me they are major. They mark a change in my attitude. I think that my family really needed me to step up to the plate here and because I am taking it to the Lord, it is getting easier. It’s not perfect, just better. I have a long ways to go. My goal is to have my home ready for company on more days than not. So that when someone comes to the door unannounced, I don’t have to block them from coming inside or apologize for my mess.
So my challenge to you is to give this a shot. See what happens in your life. Maybe it will be simple like mine. Maybe it will be major. But the blessings will definitely be there.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
All Is Well, Now Click Here
Everything went well with T's surgery! Thank goodness. He is recovering well and even being goofy while playing. Good news at this home today.
For fun today, I am sending you over to my friends blog. If you want to meet a great mom of 6 who tells it like it is, visit Tami. This post is just one example of how fun she is!
For fun today, I am sending you over to my friends blog. If you want to meet a great mom of 6 who tells it like it is, visit Tami. This post is just one example of how fun she is!
Friday, March 6, 2009
My Little T
This last fall something started with T. Sinus infections. And they really haven’t let up. He gets an infection, it clears with an antibiotic and then within a week, it is back. He has been on an antibiotic almost constantly since October. We have tested for allergies, immune deficiencies and sinus polyps. We have done CT scans and Xrays. We have tried natural healing methods along with the doctor ordered treatment methods.
The only inkling we have to T’s consistent sinus infections are slightly enlarged adenoids. So, as a final resort we have decided to have them removed.
Today.
Hubby gave T a priesthood blessing a few weeks ago for his current sinus infection. In it, he said that his mother would know what to do to help him. (no pressure, right?) But I took that seriously and have been looking for answers.
I thought I had the answer and spoke with my pediatrician about the possible treatment. But as I talked, it didn’t feel right. We had already tried a variation of it and it wasn’t likely to help.
I am always second guessing how to care for my children’s health. Should I give them this? Should I take them to the doctor? Do they need to refrain from that? It never seems to be a clear answer for me. I just hope I am doing it right.
I met with a second ENT just under two weeks ago. It took me a while to get in to see him and now I know why. He was terrific!
After talking with him for a few minutes, my mind became increasingly clear. Which in and of itself is a miracle. Heaven knows I can barely put a sentence together sometimes because I am so scattered. But my mind was clear, I thought of questions to ask that I normally wouldn’t have. And my confidence in the surgeon grew with each passing minute. By the time we were ready to leave, I knew this surgeon would take good care of my little boy. The nurse asked me if I needed some time to think about doing the surgery. I didn’t. I knew right then, right there, this needed to be done. The answer was clear. So clear. I can’t describe it any better than that. Just clear.
So at 9:00am MT, my little T will be having an adenoidectomy. And now that I am only a short time away from when I have to turn my little boy over to strangers, I am second guessing.
Where is my faith? It is obvious to me that I had a firm answer. And I know that it is the right step to take. But something about my baby being put under and having something removed from his little body scares me. And makes me doubt.
I know that fear and faith can not exist together. I want to have more faith. But I worry. I want to believe that I am not making a mistake, but I doubt.
So, I do what anyone would do. I go forward. Believing on my first, clear answer. Hoping for the best. And leaving my little boy in God’s hands.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
The America I Know
I have been thinking about a statement I heard on the radio the other day… The broadcaster said this was NOT the America he once knew…
Is that true?
Are we a “fallen country?”
The America I know is one of hope, freedom and opportunity. It is a country rich with a history of the underdog coming out on top, justice being served, and democracy. America is a place where we fight for what is right, because it is right and not for personal gain. It is a place where the paths of freedom are stained with the blood of our veterans. Where we worship how we desire, help our neighbor and work for our own prosperity. It is a place where, when things get tough, we roll up our sleeves and dig in with both hands, getting dirty and sweaty as we work. It is a place where citizens band together to make a difference. To make our society better. Problem solve. America, its history, is in my blood. In my heart.
But what does the future hold? Is it still that place?
I think back to that tragic 911 day… how people came together. Stood hand in hand with strangers. That is the country I know. I can’t believe that in under a decade we have digressed to something less.
If there were a major indiscretion on the part of our leaders, would the people rise up? Would we have our own little Boston Tea Party to secure our freedoms? Or do we blindly accept what is given to us?
What do you think? What is America to you? And is it still that way?
Is that true?
Are we a “fallen country?”
The America I know is one of hope, freedom and opportunity. It is a country rich with a history of the underdog coming out on top, justice being served, and democracy. America is a place where we fight for what is right, because it is right and not for personal gain. It is a place where the paths of freedom are stained with the blood of our veterans. Where we worship how we desire, help our neighbor and work for our own prosperity. It is a place where, when things get tough, we roll up our sleeves and dig in with both hands, getting dirty and sweaty as we work. It is a place where citizens band together to make a difference. To make our society better. Problem solve. America, its history, is in my blood. In my heart.
But what does the future hold? Is it still that place?
I think back to that tragic 911 day… how people came together. Stood hand in hand with strangers. That is the country I know. I can’t believe that in under a decade we have digressed to something less.
If there were a major indiscretion on the part of our leaders, would the people rise up? Would we have our own little Boston Tea Party to secure our freedoms? Or do we blindly accept what is given to us?
What do you think? What is America to you? And is it still that way?
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Reporting for Duty?
Here is a story about a mom who fought for our country, left active duty and had a family. Now, with two little children, she is being called back into active duty. However, she claims that with her husbands traveling, there is no one to take care of the children. She can not serve. Still, she is being required to report. With out other obvious options, she is reporting to active duty -- with her children.
So tell me, what would you do? She served. But now that she needs to go back, it doesn't work.
What is the right thing to do here?
** UPDATE **
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
What, exactly, is THAT?
There are times in a mother’s life when she GULPS at what lies before her. A broken heirloom. A treasured stuff animal – dismembered. She might wince and whine at the boogers plastered to her newly painted wall. Or cry at the spaghetti sauce on the CEILING. She might even cringe at the melted ice cream on the couch or urine on the floor. But nothing elicits the GULP response like good ole #2. Nothing makes a mother’s stomach lurch faster than realizing this clean up job is ALL HERS!
And so it was last night.
I mentioned before that hubby and I take turns getting B to bed. Last night was his night. I handled the other kids and surprisingly, they all drifted off into a sound slumber rather quickly. Just as I was getting ready to head upstairs, I heard B crying. She was REALLY upset.
Sighing the most pathetic sigh I could muster, for no one’s benefit but my own, I grabbed my trusty laptop and headed to her room. Figured I would blog while she got back to sleep.
I found my spot in the Chair of Wonder, whispered to B to go back to sleep and then I saw it…
EVERYWHERE!
On her clothes, her bed, her pillow, blanket, bear & and other sleeping buddies, her crib – oh my. I quickly got up from my Chair of Wonder and started cleaning up the mess. B’s clothes came off. Her sleeping buddies, pillow and blanket went into the wash. (Thank goodness we have two bears) I was trying to convince this sleepy two year old that she really did want a bath to wash the yucky out of her hair. Strangely enough, her diaper was CLEAN. I couldn’t figure it out.
Hubby was already in bed since he had to leave early to go out of town. I couldn’t wake him for help. All B wanted to do was “hold me.” And she cried enough to prove it. How was I going to get this all cleaned up?
As I am standing at her changing table, surveying the damage, a thought hit me… “Wait! Didn’t we have brownies for the Family Night treat tonight?” (Don’t worry I am still on my sugar strike and didn’t eat one)
Suddenly, I am presented with a dilemma no one ever wants… is it poop or chocolate? Ever see Baby Mamma – yeah that was where I was at. Trying not to touch the offending substance I sniffed at B. Then I took a closer look at the bed… How close can you really get to that stuff – safely?
Whew! Brownies.
I can’t tell you HOW GLAD I am that it was only brownies. My heartbeat began to slow and an amazing amount of stress just dissolved. Poop is not a fun thing to try and scrub off of a crib, child, pillow, toy or wall. Believe me on this one… I know.
No, really, I know!
So, I brushed the crumbs off B, changed her sheets and laid her down. This tired girl could wait until morning for a bath.
I am still left wondering how B smuggled a brownie into her bed AND… how did it get past hubby?
And so it was last night.
I mentioned before that hubby and I take turns getting B to bed. Last night was his night. I handled the other kids and surprisingly, they all drifted off into a sound slumber rather quickly. Just as I was getting ready to head upstairs, I heard B crying. She was REALLY upset.
Sighing the most pathetic sigh I could muster, for no one’s benefit but my own, I grabbed my trusty laptop and headed to her room. Figured I would blog while she got back to sleep.
I found my spot in the Chair of Wonder, whispered to B to go back to sleep and then I saw it…
EVERYWHERE!
On her clothes, her bed, her pillow, blanket, bear & and other sleeping buddies, her crib – oh my. I quickly got up from my Chair of Wonder and started cleaning up the mess. B’s clothes came off. Her sleeping buddies, pillow and blanket went into the wash. (Thank goodness we have two bears) I was trying to convince this sleepy two year old that she really did want a bath to wash the yucky out of her hair. Strangely enough, her diaper was CLEAN. I couldn’t figure it out.
Hubby was already in bed since he had to leave early to go out of town. I couldn’t wake him for help. All B wanted to do was “hold me.” And she cried enough to prove it. How was I going to get this all cleaned up?
As I am standing at her changing table, surveying the damage, a thought hit me… “Wait! Didn’t we have brownies for the Family Night treat tonight?” (Don’t worry I am still on my sugar strike and didn’t eat one)
Suddenly, I am presented with a dilemma no one ever wants… is it poop or chocolate? Ever see Baby Mamma – yeah that was where I was at. Trying not to touch the offending substance I sniffed at B. Then I took a closer look at the bed… How close can you really get to that stuff – safely?
Whew! Brownies.
I can’t tell you HOW GLAD I am that it was only brownies. My heartbeat began to slow and an amazing amount of stress just dissolved. Poop is not a fun thing to try and scrub off of a crib, child, pillow, toy or wall. Believe me on this one… I know.
No, really, I know!
So, I brushed the crumbs off B, changed her sheets and laid her down. This tired girl could wait until morning for a bath.
I am still left wondering how B smuggled a brownie into her bed AND… how did it get past hubby?
Monday, March 2, 2009
A Change for the Better
My sister-in-law is a pretty amazing person. She has had a lot of trials to overcome, challenges to face and heartache to bear. She has come through it all with an incredible amount of humility and faith. That alone has been an inspiration to me.
She decided she wanted to go back to school for her Beauticians License. And, even with 4 LITTLE children. SHE DID IT. It was inspiring to watch. She went after her dream, and did it.
With her permission, I am sharing a glimpse into another battle she is facing – and conquering. I hope I get all the facts straight.
About 6 months ago, Aunty E decided she was going to lose weight. She had reached a level of weight that she didn’t like and decided to change it. I am not talking about a quick fad diet. I mean real weight loss.
In August, Aunty E started exercising 6 days a week, now she is down to 5 days a week (yikes). She began counting calories and eating right. She worked with her doctor.
Since August, she has lost 80 pounds!!!! 5 dress sizes!!!
This is a woman with young kiddos at home. Someone with A LOT on their plate. And you know what? She is totally winning the weight loss battle.
I love her story because she is like me. She is a SAHM. Busy. Distracted. She still has to help the children with their homework. She still has to calm broken hearts, make dinner and run errands.
But, she is winning a fight that many of us face. And she is doing it little by little. One step at a time. One pound at a time. It isn’t a quick fix and she seems to know that. She is taking it on with the kind of determination I envy.
So, Aunty E, I just have to let the blogging world know about you. You are amazing. Keep up the good work.
She decided she wanted to go back to school for her Beauticians License. And, even with 4 LITTLE children. SHE DID IT. It was inspiring to watch. She went after her dream, and did it.
With her permission, I am sharing a glimpse into another battle she is facing – and conquering. I hope I get all the facts straight.
About 6 months ago, Aunty E decided she was going to lose weight. She had reached a level of weight that she didn’t like and decided to change it. I am not talking about a quick fad diet. I mean real weight loss.
In August, Aunty E started exercising 6 days a week, now she is down to 5 days a week (yikes). She began counting calories and eating right. She worked with her doctor.
Since August, she has lost 80 pounds!!!! 5 dress sizes!!!
This is a woman with young kiddos at home. Someone with A LOT on their plate. And you know what? She is totally winning the weight loss battle.
I love her story because she is like me. She is a SAHM. Busy. Distracted. She still has to help the children with their homework. She still has to calm broken hearts, make dinner and run errands.
But, she is winning a fight that many of us face. And she is doing it little by little. One step at a time. One pound at a time. It isn’t a quick fix and she seems to know that. She is taking it on with the kind of determination I envy.
So, Aunty E, I just have to let the blogging world know about you. You are amazing. Keep up the good work.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Just a little thought
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