Friday, December 28, 2012

White Christmas

It snowed most of the day on Christmas Eve. The boys were thrilled that they would get a white Christmas. On Christmas itself the skies cleared and we had a lovely day, free of falling snow. I'm not trying to be a snow Grinch, but we had to drive to and from Bryan's grandparents' house, and I prefer the roads to be clear for such a jaunt.

Then yesterday the heavens opened. It snowed. And snowed. And snowed. Bryan shoveled our front walk five times yesterday. And then it continued to snow overnight and this morning. This afternoon we bundled up and the kids got to use their new snow boots (thank you Nana Shari!) as we jumped around in the fluffy white powder.


Can you see how tall the snow is compared to Phoebe? It was almost up to her waist. She had to be rescued a few times because she became stuck while trying to chase the boys.


Thursday, December 27, 2012

Ballerina Fairy Princess

Phoebe had a very pink Christmas. It was full of ballerina-themed clothing, pink toys, and general girlishness. In fact, she spent part of Christmas day as a ballerina fairy princess.

And yes, I know the picture is blurry, but it's the best one I took. Two-year-olds move fast.


Tuesday, December 25, 2012

The Nativity

A few weeks ago the kids decided they wanted to stage their own performance of the Nativity. As a child I would try to wrangle my brothers into participating in Christmas musicals that I had put together, so their artistic attempt spoke to my soul.

Phoebe played Mary, Cooper was Joseph, and Peter had the dual role of director and donkey. I love the costumes and the improvised curtain. However, I'm afraid Peter had a hard time getting his actors to follow directions.

The play is in two parts. You'll know why I had to stop filming when you get to the end of the first section.



Once appropriate consequences had been doled out, the play was able to go on. Listen carefully to what Phoebe is saying, especially at the end. Her ad-libs are definitely my favorite part.



It's not the most reverent interpretation, but I love that they were trying to celebrate Christmas, and that their Holiday performance didn't include any elves.

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Like Ambien, but Without the Pesky Side Effects

When simply reading the book isn't enough to put you to sleep...


Friday, December 14, 2012

Heartbreak

I had a handful of things to write about this week, and I kept putting it off. Then this morning happened. Now all I can think about is the families that have lost their children. I've cried. I've delivered extra kisses and hugs and "I love you"s to Peter, Cooper, and Phoebe. I've thought about home school. I've prayed, over and over and over.

I'll come up with something happy and funny next week. Tonight, my heart is too broken.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

My Plans for Sunday Evening

In case you're curious what I've been up to for the last month, here it is:


I didn't make the announcement (I have a friend who's a graphic designer that worked her magic), but I am in charge of the whole shindig. It happens on Sunday evening and on Sunday night I hope to go to sleep before 1 am. But I suppose that would be Monday morning?

Anyway, I've been spending most of my time (when I'm not doing dishes, or laundry, or taking care of my children) working on this fireside. It was my brainchild, and I think it'll be awesome, but wow, it sure is a lot of work.

Well, I need to go edit the script so I can send it off to my narrator. By the way, I removed the location from the announcement, but if anyone local wants to come, let me know and I'll tell you where to go.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Surprise, Surprise

Cooper, Phoebe and I spent a long time in the car today. I'm in charge of a big musical fireside next week and needed to make copies and deliver things to the participants, who happen to live all over town. Cooper is getting better (thank goodness) at going to the bathroom and staying dry. But I'm afraid we were on the go so long today, the poor boy didn't have much of a chance.

When we pulled up in front of our house after the errands Cooper announced, "Mom, I wet my pants. A lot." Then in a singsong voice he added, "Boy are you in for a surprise."

Friday, November 23, 2012

Friday, November 16, 2012

Movember

We were coloring a few days ago when Phoebe looked up at me, crayon in hand, and asked, "Would you like a mustache?"

I declined.

Does that mean that Phoebe is celebrating Movember?

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Hey, Where's Perry?

When Peter started first grade I took inventory of his clothing and shoes. They seemed like they were in good shape, but I remembered that he'd had his shoes for about six months, so I figured Peter would probably outgrow them soon. I put them on my mental list of "things that might need to be replaced." Turns out we bought a size that, at the time, was too big. Which means he didn't outgrow them.

Last week as we were picking him up from school, Peter showed me the cool thing that had happened to his shoe as he was coming out to meet us.


So off to Payless we went. He found something we were both happy with.


He was so excited about his Perry the Platypus footwear that he wore his Phineas shirt to school the day that he debuted his new shoes.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Why Cooking with Daddy is Totally Awesome


See that mixer? In true Alton Brown fashion, Bryan is making scrambled eggs with a drill. Can you tell that Cooper is glad to be the helper?

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Jump On In

Yes, it's Saturday, and I almost never post on Saturday. Today I'm making an exception. Last night as I was getting ready to post, the power went out. And, except for turning on at least once during the night, it stayed off until 6:40 this morning. So... no post.

This week it was gloriously warm. I had checked the weather and knew that cold was on its way. We took advantage of the loveliness outside and played in the leaves. This movie was taken on Tuesday. (Yes, I dressed Phoebe in patriotic colors for election day.)


And I took this today.



Goodbye Autumn. Hello Winter.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Whither Wander You?

Bryan returned home tonight from a trip to Minnesota.  We drove him to the airport a few days ago, in the predawn darkness. As we drove Peter asked, "Dad, are you going on the trip?" Bryan replied in the affirmative and Peter said, "Man! Mom I wish you were the one going."

Bryan and I were both surprised by this. I asked Peter why he felt that way.

"Well," he said, "if Mom drives us home that means we're going to get lost."

And we did.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Here Comes Halloween

Last year's Halloween costumes were elaborate and time-consuming. And completely awesome. While I was tempted to make something equally fabulous this year, I simply did not have the time. So we did the next best thing: we borrowed them. Well, I bought Peter's but I borrowed Cooper and Phoebe's.

Peter had been asking to go traditional for costumes this year. When I saw a $6 skeleton costume in his size at Wal-Mart, I took it as a sign. A friend lent us a witch costume and another friend let us borrow a vampire costume.

The MBASA Halloween party was last night. The kids were excited to don their spooky duds. About three hours before the party was supposed to start, I figured out my costume. I told Phoebe that since she was a witch, I would be her black cat. Bryan, who basically had to go from class to the party, dressed up as the family photographer.


Bryan did Peter's make-up and sprayed Cooper's hair black. We kept losing him at the party because we were looking for blonde hair instead of black. Phoebe is wearing a grown-up sized hat because that was what fit. I watched a handful of YouTube videos so I could figure out the cat eye make-up. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. And I pulled out the hot-glue gun to make my ears, so I guess I was a little crafty this year.

Bonus Phoebe picture!

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Home Is Where You Hang Your Hat

When we returned from Wisconsin, we didn't go back to the condo we'd been living in since before Phoebe was born. It was twenty minutes from Bryan's school, and that was without any traffic. Our involvement level in MBASA and other MBA activities made that uncomfortably far. We made the choice to live close to school.

However, it's not so easy to find a place to live from fifteen hundred miles away. I looked at online classifieds and housing lists for students and talked to people about openings, but nothing felt right. The summer was stressful enough and I didn't want to spend any more brain power wondering where we were going to live.

So we made a decision. We would move back to a place we had lived before. Now, since I'm very careful to not name our specific location, I won't tell you where we live. But I will tell you we lived here before we had kids. We've upgraded from a two-bedroom to a three-bedroom, but otherwise the layout is very similar.

And that's a little bit bizarre.

Why, you ask? Because I now have two pictures of this living room in my head, the past room and the present room. Even the smell of the carpet is the same. It almost feels like we've stepped into the past. Except that now there are five of us instead of just two. We fit fine then; it's a little bit cramped now. Not living-in-a-hotel cramped, but tight nonetheless. And about one third of our stuff is still in our storage unit.

The downside (other than the odd feeling of deja vu) is that we do not have a dishwasher or a washer and dryer. I now have to schedule trips to the laundromat and budget time to do dishes. And perhaps to some that's not a big deal, but I'm one of those that sits with my laundry, so that takes up quite a chunk of time. I did try paying Peter to do the dishes (one penny per item), but our boy has such an active imagination that he took an hour and a half to wash fifteen dishes, and that was not worth the money.

My point is not to complain, but rather to say that living here requires a lot more work from me. I thought I was stretched thin before, now free time is spent sleeping, or maybe (if I'm lucky) grabbing a quick shower. Hence the infrequent blog posts.

The benefits of living here? There is a lovely sense of community. We're not the only family with kids living in our cul-d-sac. Including Peter, there are five kids from his first grade class within a two-minute walk. He's never been able to run over to a friend's house (with mom trailing behind of course) to see if they can play. I also enjoy being able sit at the park and chat with the moms while the kids play. And a number of our neighbors are in Bryan's program, so it was like we had built-in friends. It's also beautiful here. The lawns are well maintained and there are so many trees.

We can live anywhere for a year, right?

Monday, October 15, 2012

Another Birthday

From the better-late-than-never file comes this movie taken a few days after Phoebe's birthday. Bryan's parents got Phoebe a darling toy kitchen, but because of a delay on our end, it didn't get here until after her birthday. We opened and put it together one night after she went to sleep. Then we hid it in our room and waited a whole day for Bryan to come home from classes before we gave it to her.

The morning before she got the kitchen she started telling me she wanted another birthday. Keep that in mind as you watch.

This movie, which we've had a ridiculous time getting to load, shows the big reveal and Phoebe's reaction.



Thank you Nana Shari and Papa Ron and Uncle Ben! She loves the kitchen. And so do her brothers for that  matter.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Color Blind

We picked up a cookie and cupcake decorating book from the library last week. It had bright, colorful pictures and caught Peter's eye, so into the bag it went. A few days later Phoebe and I were perusing the intricate designs when we stopped on a page of cookies decorated to look like children and the following conversation took place.

Phoebe: (pointing at a chocolate cookie) That's me.

Me: Is it because she's wearing pink?

Phoebe: No, I'm brown.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

A Word of Warning

Just in case you ever want to make a batch of homemade bread but the only yeast you have is a three-year-old packet in the back of the cupboard (because it got stuck in with your spices) and you haven't fully restocked your kitchen since moving so you don't have any good yeast, remember these words:

Don't make the bread.

It won't be good.

That is all.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Ready to Run

About three weeks ago Peter handed me a small slip of paper he'd gotten from school. It was a notice for a race that the BYU track team was hosting for elementary school aged kids in the area. He told me he wanted to do the race and asked if I would please sign him up.

Peter's running has been well documented on this blog, but he'd never run in a race before. His running was always more of the escape variety. I took the paper and said I would look into it.

Then I lost the paper.

The night before the race I remembered that I said I would check it out. And within a minute of looking I found the paper. Now, I'm kind of flaky, so the fact that I remembered AND found the paper was quite remarkable. I took it as a sign and added his name to the nearly sixty first grade boys that were already signed up.

The next day after Cooper finished soccer (we're sounding downright sporty) we drove to BYU. Peter started saying he didn't want to run, but his stage-fright likes to pop up sometimes, so I reassured him that it would be fun and we continued heading to the field.

This was my first race too, so I wasn't sure where to go or what to do. Thankfully we ran into a friend who had grown-up running track and she guided us. Peter got to wear an official race number on his shirt, which added to both the awesomeness and the scariness of the event for him.


The course was a mile long, cross country style. The starting line was way over on one side of the field and the finishing line was on the track. Peter warmed-up with my friend's son and was given a few words of coaching in the process. Here he is, lined up with his peers, ready to run.


As soon as the race started Cooper and Phoebe (both strapped into the double stroller) and I ran our own little race over to the finish line. We paused partway to film Peter as the course came near the spectators, but for some reason I'm having trouble loading that. So you'll just have to trust that he ran and we watched. Also, a bee tried to sting me during one movie, so maybe it's better that I can't put that on the blog since I'm sure my camera-flailing would make some people motion sick.

Bryan and I were both a touch afraid that Peter would run out of steam and not finish the race. So as we were heading over before the race began, I told Peter that the important part wasn't winning, it was finishing. And he did. We cheered as he crossed the finish line.

Here are his results. I've removed our last name (since I don't do last names on the blog) and the name of his school (cause that's a little too much personal information for the internet). Like I said, there were at least sixty boys in his race, and probably more since the registration was open for several more hours after I signed Peter up.


Considering the only training he'd done was running away from me, I think he did a great job on his first race. He was so proud of himself when he finished. I foresee more track time in our future.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Dance Dance Revolution

Cooper and Phoebe are taking a dance class. It's free through MBASA and will last for five weeks. Their first session was last Saturday. And you can guess from yesterday's post that Phoebe probably considers this part of her princess training. 

The day before the class started Phoebe, Cooper, and I watched YouTube clips of several forms of dance. Warning: if you're planning on watching YouTube movies of dance with your children, you might want to stick with BYU dance companies. We didn't see anything inappropriate  mostly because I saw the thumbnails and read descriptions enough to avoid the unsavory.

As we drove to the class on Saturday morning Cooper announced, "Mom, I've decided I'm going to do Jazz." Good choice. Unfortunately, this week they focused on tumbling and ballet. Maybe next week, Cooper.

The class is split into a younger group and an older group. Phoebe is the youngest person in the whole class. I actually had to get special permission to bring her. Here she is getting ready to learn how to do a summersault,. And playing with her name tag.

This is the older group doing a ballet warm-up. Cooper is in the darker blue shirt on the far left.

Phoebe loved the tumbling, but kind of lost interest by the time the class switched and she had to do ballet. As long as she was focused she did a pretty good job of following directions. And she nailed the required "Ta-Da!" that followed every summersault. Here's a movie of her trying to do a bridge.


As soon as we got in the car after class Phoebe informed me that she wanted to "do another dance class." And Cooper has been practicing the mini-routine they learned. I think that's a stamp of approval from both.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Pretty Pretty Princess

During the unpacking (how is it possible I'm not done yet?!) Phoebe found a towel wrap a friend of mine made for her. It was a gift at Phoebe's baby shower and was much too big at the time we received it. But now? It fits just like it was meant to. She added it to her stash of dress-up clothes.

One day I walked into the front room and discovered that Phoebe was wearing her towel over her clothes. She grinned up at me and announced, "Mommy, I'm a princess!"

I adore having a girl. She is a lovely gift after two bounce-off-the-wall-boys. But I have never called her a princess. Beautiful girl? Yes. Sweet girl? Daily. Good girl? Yup. Princess? I can't. It smacks of entitlement. Yes, I recognize my issues. Sometimes I bend a bit too much toward my feminist (stay-at-home-mom feminist, but that's a topic for another post) leanings. And I've wondered if I'm depriving her of something that other little girls get.

So I have not taught her about princesses. She has seen Disney movies though. And honestly, that was the only kind of princess I ever wanted to be. I was nine when The Little Mermaid came out and I decided then that I wanted to be the voice of a Disney princess. I've made other choices (to not pursue acting professionally, to be a mom), but there is a little part of me that still dreams of voicing whatever princess Disney hasn't already brought to life. I know I'm a touch too old, but maybe they're working on a thirty-something princess story and just haven't found the right voice yet. Everyone needs a daydream, eh?

Back to Miss Phoebe. Without being taught directly about princesses, she knew. And when she claimed her title I was curious. What did that mean to her? So I asked. "Phoebe, what does a princess do?"

I watched her ruminate. She looked at her towel-dress, then she grabbed the hem and swished it a bit. The light of a two-year-old's epiphany spread across her face and she said enthusiastically, "Dance!"

Friday, September 21, 2012

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

The night before her birthday I asked Phoebe a few questions. She answered some of them, and then got sidetracked talking about riding a donkey. Oh, there's a part when I can't understand what her favorite food is. I realized later that it's candy. Apparently candy and donkey sound similar in Phoebe speak.


Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Tickled Pink

Miss Phoebe (as we often call her) hit a big milestone recently. She turned the big 0-2. And while I remember the boys opening gifts and being willing to eat cake when they turned two, I don't think they really had a grasp of what the day was. Phoebe, on the other hand, knew.

Her birthday was all about her.

And it was all pink.

Yes, Phoebe loves anything and everything pink. And she wanted a pink birthday. Given my tenuous relationship with the color pink, this was not easy. But I did it. And I think that shows that at least I'm trying to be a good mom.

She started the day by eating pink cereal.

She does have a spoon, she's just not using it. And that's surprising because she's usually my neatest eater.

She wore pink.

Those two-year-olds are hard to pin down for a picture.

She used pink dishes at lunch.

Notice the decorative ribbon? Yeah, I got crazy.

Her presents were wrapped in all the pink bags we had in our stash.

Why yes, we are still moving in, why do you ask?

Her gifts were pink.

These were free to us. I got them in April and tucked them away for her birthday.

Cooper picked the color book and the Minnie Mouse book from the cheap bins at Target. The Pride and Prejudice book was my Amazon splurge. It's delightful.

I had to go to a handful of stores to find this. Apparently there's been a run on baby doll strollers in the last month. Who knew?

And so was her cake.

She requested a pink princess cake. This is how I obliged. No, cake decorating is not one of my talents.

She loved her birthday. Let me more accurately represent that. She LOVED her birthday!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

On the Way Home, part 2

I opted to travel back from Wisconsin a different way than we had come. Instead of going through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming, we returned via Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, and Wyoming. I had never been in either Minnesota or South Dakota, so I happily added them to my list of states I've visited. And South Dakota had a pretty awesome bonus feature.


No one in our little traveling party had ever been to Mount Rushmore before. It was worth the extra hour that it tacked on to our trip.

 This is the entrance to the monument. It's also the best picture I got of my Dad and the kids that day.

Proof that Peter was there.

 Proof that I was there. Also proof that the camera on the front of my phone is not nearly as awesome as the camera on the back of my phone.

And this is the best picture I got of my Dad and the kids in front of the monument itself. No really, Mount Rushmore is there. See Roosevelt and Lincoln peaking from the top of the picture?

Friday, September 7, 2012

Chi-Town

During one of our last weekends in the Midwest we took a jaunt down to the Windy City. Bryan had to do some work in Chicago so we tagged along. We had a little excitement on the drive down. A rock hit our windshield and cracked it. The crack is visible in one of the pictures below. Peter was adamant that we turn around and go back to Wisconsin so we could have it repaired, but we kept going.

We rolled in around dinnertime, so we made our first stop at a place that came highly recommended: Giordano's. It was amazing. (Excellent suggestion, Beth!) I've now had New York style pizza in Manhattan and Chicago deep dish pizza in Chicago.

Chicago wins.




The next morning we went to see the Chicago Temple.




Afterward we tried to see downtown Chicago. All day we had watched as massive gray clouds inched toward us. As we drove up to Navy Pier, they caught us. I've never been in a storm like this one. It felt apocalyptic. Lake Michigan was churning and crashing. The rain was so thick we could barely see the front of our car. The sky looked like it was eight at night rather than three in the afternoon. Peter spent our entire time in the city in hysterics. He is not a fan of storms.



We had to be back in Appleton that night, so I'm afraid we only saw downtown Chicago from inside our car. During the storm we tried to make our way out of the city. When the rain let up we stopped at a McDonald's for a bathroom break. Bryan asked us to wait in the car while he looked inside. He came back out quickly and announced that no one else would be getting out of the car. Turns out the employees were all encased in bullet-proof glass. Awesome. We didn't get out of the car until we were back up near the Temple.

While I'm sad we didn't get to explore more of Chicago, I did enjoy what we saw.

Monday, September 3, 2012

On the Way Home, part 1

About a week into our Wisconsin adventure I got online and looked up the school schedule for Peter's upcoming year. I'm not sure why I didn't do this sooner, maybe the packing/cleaning/moving across the country thing distracted me. When I looked at the starting date I was surprised: Peter needed to start school in Utah before Bryan was done with his internship in Wisconsin.

We talked about our options: we could just bring Peter a week late and stay with Bryan while he finished up, or the kids and I could drive back without Bryan, move into a new house, and get Peter started while Bryan did the rest of his internship and joined us almost two weeks later.

We chose option B.

Peter doesn't deal very well with change, and I was afraid that moving into a new house and starting at a new school, a few days after everyone else for that matter, would be too much for him. And I thought I should give his teacher a heads-up before Peter wandered into her classroom. I hoped that maybe having a few days to get used to a new home, then starting at the same time as everyone else would be the best plan for Peter.

When we told our parents that I would be driving almost fifteen hundred miles with the children (and without Bryan) I think they went into panic mode. Both sets offered to help me drive out and plans went into motion. In the end, my Dad flew from San Diego out to Appleton, Wisconsin so that I wouldn't have to make the trip alone.

And I'm so thankful he did.

Even with his help, it was a rough trip. I can't imagine how insane it would have been on my own. Just getting the kids from the car into the hotel room each night was a two person job. And Phoebe decided somewhere along the way that she was ready to potty-train. How on earth would I have done bathroom breaks with all three of them? I know other moms do this all the time, but Peter has recently taken to climbing on toilet paper dispensers or toilet seats and looking into other stalls whilst in public restrooms, so just taking him is fairly all-consuming.

But I didn't have to. And that was a lovely thing.

Friday, August 31, 2012

First of the First

I finally can connect to the internet! And it's even kind of a secure connection.

A lot has happened in the last few weeks. Don't worry, I'm not going to subject you to an epic post. Instead, I'll subject you to several small posts over the next few weeks.

For now, I will share with you Peter's big accomplishment: he's a first grader.

First day of first grade

His jungle-themed classroom

He likes his teacher and LOVES that they're learning about space. He came home one day this week and told me all about the Mars Rover (and he was shocked that I knew it was called Curiosity) and then he built one of his own out of Legos. He spent a large part of the afternoon driving it around his Mars themed Lego mat. That was a good day.

Friday, August 24, 2012

Destination Achieved

We're here, and we've been here for a week. Unfortunately I'm having computer issues and can't get on a secure internet connection. So, I'm risking my online security just long enough to get up a post this week.

We're glad to be back.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

On the Road Again

Guess who's on their way back to Provo?

Friday, August 10, 2012

We Believe

On Sunday, after the lesson was over in Young Women, we had a testimony meeting. This one was a little different than others I've been to. It was unspoken. The Young Women President played church music and she instructed us that we were to take turns, each writing one thing on the board that we were thankful for. After everyone had had a turn, then we could go up for seconds, thirds, fourths, etc.

I scoffed internally at first. After all, a testimony is not what you are thankful for, it is what you believe or know to be true. But as the meeting went on, it occurred to me that for these Young Women, their beliefs and testimonies begin with the things that are important to them, the things they are thankful for. So while these were more "thankamonies", the Spirit was strong. And not having anyone talk added to it. It was a lovely meeting.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Radio Silence

Remember when I had strep throat a few weeks ago? Well, I guess we didn't get rid of the germs and they found a new host.

Bryan struggled with feeling lousy for a few days before being steamrolled by bacteria on Sunday night. Neither he nor I slept much that night. I finally convinced him to go to the doctor on Monday afternoon. He texted me with the two possible diagnoses: strep throat or mono.

Bryan has been working extremely hard to finish his projects for his internship. His immune system noticed and decided it was tired and wanted to take a little break. The good news is that the illness is indeed strep throat. The bad news is that he's still at risk for mono.

And so, instead of blogging, I've been on duty all day and all night for the last week. I'm pretty worn out. And he's on doctor's orders to do as little as possible. He was told to stay home from work for a few days and we had to cancel a weekend trip to Minneapolis (which made me really sad).

I think he's on the mend. He's spent the evening explaining things to me like the mars rover and political attack ads and FCC rulings, and Bryan explaining things is generally a good sign that he's feeling better.

Friday, August 3, 2012

A Sign You Have Big Brothers

We were driving tonight when Phoebe called from the backseat, "Mommy, you don't eat my brain, okay?"

Guess who was playing zombies with her big brothers this morning?

And in honor of Phoebe's request, go listen to this. Warning: it's not for the squeamish.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

I, Robot

Phoebe likes to play pretend. Sometimes she's a cat, sometimes she's a puppy. Tonight while getting ready for bed, she told me about being other people.

Phoebe: Mommy, I Peter.
Me: (smiling) No, you're Phoebe.
Phoebe: (smiling, too) No... I Mommy.
Me: You're Phoebe.
Phoebe: (suddenly serious) No, I robot.
Me: (laughing) What?!
Phoebe: (nodding pensively) Yeah, I robot.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Stress Reliever

Last Wednesday I wrote a post about how this summer has been. The last two months have been hard. Very, very hard. I detailed some of the reasons in that post.

And I didn't publish it.

I realized that no one would benefit by my complaining. Perhaps I'll email the post to myself, just so I have it in my records. Let it suffice that we have had a rough time with tempers and tantrums and a general lack of kindness.

Here are a few things I've done to deal with the stress:

  1. I've prayed a lot. A LOT. 
  2. Bryan has given me a blessing. 
  3. We've listened to music from General Conference.
  4. I've run. And walked. And lifted weights. And run.
  5. We've made friends and spent lots of time at their houses.
  6. We've watched a ridiculous amount of TV.
  7. And I've prayed some more.
I do like Wisconsin, and I'll miss the friends that we've made here, but I'm ready to be done. Two more weeks...

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Bugsy

Wisconsin has different bugs than Utah. Like this guy.


He landed on our windshield while I was parked, looking up something on my phone. I don't what he is, but he's an awesome little critter.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Happy Little Clouds

Here's something to make you smile.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Looking for Inspiration

I got a call tonight asking me to sing at a dinner at the end of August. It's for a large (like, a few hundred) group of women and the song needs to be motivational. Since all of my music is packed away in a storage unit in Provo, I spent the last few hours Googling "inspirational songs" and listening to YouTube clips.

And now I am turning to you, my faithful few readers, for song ideas. Can you think of a song that would inspire a group of women to help them accomplish hard things? And one that I can sing? And maybe one that's not a downer? Seriously, I could really use suggestions here.

Friday, July 20, 2012

No More Rocks In My Throat

As a follow-up to yesterday's post, antibiotics are awesome.

The end.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

White Spots

Strep throat stinks.

That is all.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

It Was All Yellow

The boys finished the pre-martial arts class they've been taking for the last five weeks. The focus was on discipline and self-control, not so much on punching and kicking. The class was for four and six year-olds, so you can imagine that the level of mastery wasn't great, but it was fun to watch. The boys were pleased that they went from a white belt to a yellow belt on their last day. I'm kind of sad that we won't be in Wisconsin long enough to do another session.



Monday, July 16, 2012

The One

Our Wisconsin Ward lost no time in putting us to work. Bryan was called to be the Sunday School teacher for the 12-year-olds (and he'll be taking the 13-year-olds for the next few weeks as well) and I'm serving as the Laurel Adviser. The Young Women in this Ward are fantastic and I'm really enjoying the calling.

The boys have been serving as well. Cooper has given a talk in Primary and both boys have shared a time when they chose the right.

And I spoke in church yesterday.

When the Bishop asked if I would speak, I had the briefest moment where I thought "I just spoke in May! And I'm crazy busy! And I'm teaching Young Women!", but I said yes anyway. My topic was the worth of souls and I was the last speaker. I had to do a bit of rewriting as the two speakers before me gave bits and pieces of my talk, but apparently Bryan and I were the only ones that noticed the overlap.

For posterity and because it's tradition, I'm going to include my talk as today's post. It's five-minutes shorter than my last talk, just in case you're on the fence about reading it.

And thanks go to my brother Jordan. He called to talk while I was working on it and helped me brainstorm.

The One


4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

 5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.

 6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.

Have you ever lost anything? I have. Lots of things. In high school I was notorious for going to seminary wearing a jacket and coming home without one, having no idea of course where the coat disappeared to.
Since then I’ve gotten better about keeping track of my belongings, but I still lose things. Most recently, the things I’ve lost haven’t been things at all. And they haven’t had anything to do with my ditziness. No, I’ve recently had a few experiences where I lost one or two of my children. They don’t know they’re lost, they think they’re playing a fun run and hide or run and chase game. But these are not games that I enjoy playing. And during the minutes that I’m searching for them, I am praying constantly, “Please help me find them. Please help them to be safe.” As a parent it is truly terrifying knowing that your children are lost.

Every night I sing the song I Am a Child of God to my daughter before she goes to sleep. Think about the words of the second verse, “I am a Child of God and so my needs are great, help me to understand his words before it grows too late.” While I am actively concerned for the physical well-being of my children, and I am equally, if not more-so, concerned for their spiritual well-being. And I know that I’m not the only one. The first words of this inspired hymn are I am a Child of God. That means that Heavenly Father as a Heavenly parent is just as concerned as I am.

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf spoke of our Father in Heaven’s concern for his children in last October’s  General Conference. His talk, You Matter to Him, began:

“Moses, one of the greatest prophets the world has ever known, was raised by Pharaoh’s daughter and spent the first 40 years of his life in the royal halls of Egypt. He knew firsthand the glory and grandeur of that ancient kingdom.

Years later, on the top of a distant mountain, far removed from the splendor and magnificence of mighty Egypt, Moses stood in the presence of God and spoke to Him face to face as a man speaks with his friend. During the course of that visitation, God showed Moses the workmanship of His hands, granting him a glimpse of His work and glory. When the vision ended, Moses fell to the earth for the space of many hours. When his strength finally returned, he realized something that, in all his years in Pharaoh’s court, had never occurred to him before.

“I know,” he said, “that man is nothing.””

President Uchtdorf goes on to say “This is a paradox of man: compared to God, man is nothing; yet we are everything to God.” He references Moses chapter 1 verse 39 which reads:

39 For behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.
That’s our immortality and our eternal life.

I began my talk by quoting Luke chapter 15. Jesus is teaching his disciples the parable of the ninety-and-nine. Let’s replace a few words in verse 4.

 4 What man of you, having children, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the others in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

Now think of that verse from Heavenly Father’s perspective. Everyone who has ever lived and everyone who ever will live is his child. He loves us. He wants us to be safe and whole. Just as I don’t want to lose my children, He doesn’t want to lose us.

But sometimes we wander off. Sometimes we get distracted. Sometimes, like my children, we take off running after something that looks interesting, ignoring the calls and pleas to come back. And we don’t realize that we are lost until we look behind us and see that there are no familiar faces smiling and waving at us to return.

Sometimes we are not the ones who wander at all. We might be holding fast to the gospel, reading our scriptures daily, attending our meetings, paying our tithing. And then we look around and we see that the family that used to sit by us in Sacrament meeting has stopped coming. Or the sister you visit teach has decided to stay home on Sunday.

Let’s rewrite Luke 15: 4 again:

4 What man of you, having an hundred friends and acquaintances, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

We know that we must go after our children, but do we really need to go after someone we might only know in passing? Or someone that we don’t know at all?

In the July 2009 Ensign President Monson shared a story that he had heard from Marvin O. Ashton, a former Presiding Bishop of the church.

"Picture with me, if you will, a farmer driving a large open-bed truck filled with sugar beets en route to the sugar refinery. As the farmer drives along a bumpy dirt road, some of the sugar beets bounce from the truck and are strewn along the roadside. When he realizes he has lost some of the beets, he instructs his helpers, “There’s just as much sugar in those which have slipped off. Let’s go back and get them!” …Those that have fallen out of the truck represent men and women, youth and children who, for whatever reason, have fallen from the path of activity. Paraphrasing the farmer’s comments concerning the sugar beets, I say of these souls, precious to our Father and our Master: “There’s just as much value in those who have slipped off. Let’s go back and get them!”"

Whether they’ve slipped off or run off, it is up to us to go find them. President Monson described the souls of those that are missing from our midst as “precious.”

Doctrine and Covenants section 18 verse 10 says:

10 Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God;

So President Uchtdorf, President Monson and the Doctrine and Covenants have all told us that the worth of each of us is great to God. And because each of us is important to Heavenly Father, shouldn’t we be important to each other?

Reading a few verses down in section 18:

15 And if it so be that you should labor all your days in crying repentance unto this people, and bring, save it be one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy with him in the kingdom of my Father!

One soul. Remember Luke 15? Jesus taught them to leave then 99 and go after the one. I’ve done this with my children. We went to a park in Oshkosh during our first week in Wisconsin. It had been a good day and I was just talking to the kids about heading home. Suddenly Cooper, my four-year-old, bolted. I grabbed the stroller and took off after him, calling for my six-year-old to follow. I was running as fast as I could, but I knew that I’d never catch him while I had the stroller. I told my oldest to stay with his sister and I ran. I was a few feet away when Cooper turned and ran into the street. Heart pounding and asthma raging, I closed the gap and grabbed him before an approaching car reached him. I can tell you that when I had Cooper in my arms again, my joy was indeed great.

Section 18 verse 16 says

 16 And now, if your joy will be great with one soul that you have brought unto me into the kingdom of my Father, how great will be your joy if you should bring many souls unto me!

It’s up to us to bring back those that have wandered. But how?

In an Ensign article from 1983, Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin gave us some important keys to bringing our fellow saints back into activity.

  1. 1.      We must prepare ourselves to teach and have a humble and prayerful attitude and understand the importance of our work.
  2. 2.      We must build real friendships with those we want to teach.
  3. 3.      We must understand that our timing might not be the timing that the Lord has in mind,
  4. 4.      And so we must have patience.
  5. 5.      We must involve them in other ways, give them a responsibility.
  6. 6.     We must follow the guidance of the Holy Ghost because each person, each situation is different.


Remember that the worth of souls is great in the sight of God. I think of the joy I felt when I pulled Cooper out of the street. And then I try to imagine the joy that Heavenly Father will feel when we return to him. I wonder if he will hold us in his arms the way I held my son, thankful that we have come home.

4 What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it?

5 And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing.

6 And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.

I leave you with my testimony that these things are true. We are children of God. He loves us. He wants us to return to him. I know that it is our responsibility, our duty to go find those that have wandered, to be their friend, and to invite them back. As we do this, our joy will be great. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Uncle Paul

We had a visitor this week! Uncle Paul (Bryan's brother) was in the area and he made the extra drive to come have dinner with us on Tuesday. We were all thrilled, especially the kids. Can't you tell from the look on Phoebe's face?


Thanks for the visit Paul!