Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Colorful Adventure

Sophie, Grandma Bonnie, and I had an adventure today while the others were at work and school. We explored the Crayola Experience. It's been so long since I had only one child with me at something like this, it was both relaxing and disconcerting. I kept thinking I should be counting and keeping track of all four kids instead of one. Aside from my mental discombobulation, we had fun.

Since we went during school hours, we basically had our run of the place. There were a few school groups there, but none of the exhibits were crowded. Sophie loved the colorful playground and would have stayed much longer if she'd had the opportunity.



Sophie wasn't always in the mood to take pictures.



She loved this interactive, projected game. Whenever she walked away the crayons went to sleep, which would then prompt her to go running back to them yelling, "Wake up!" She's got lots of practice since she sometimes wakes the kids up for school in the morning.


Every time she stepped on the popcorn kernels the image would change into popped popcorn.


We stopped by the gift shop on our way out and found all three of the boys in our family represented in magnet form. Sadly, there was no name-branded love for the girls.



We got back from our outing just in time to whisk the big kids off to piano, thus giving Sophie a nice long chance to nap in the car in the late afternoon.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

The Second Wind

Tonight I was tired, like fall-asleep-in-my-soup tired. You know, if there had been soup. I almost fell asleep while I was getting Sophie to bed for the night. Then a bit later I almost fell asleep talking to my Grandma and again while talking to Bryan. I knew I needed to get in bed quickly before my second wind kicked in.

So I got to work making lunches (something that the kids usually take care of, but not tonight) and putting the kitchen to bed. Bryan helped so the process would move faster.

And then it happened: my second wind arrived.

In related news, my kitchen table has been thoroughly scrubbed and looks wonderful.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Photo Ready

We've had some big adventures the last few weeks. And I will post about them. But not today. Today, you get a view of these ladies. We have loved having such a good, long visit with my Grandma and we'll all be sad when she returns to California.



Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thankamony

I am thankful.

I am thankful for Bryan, Peter, Cooper, Phoebe, and Sophie.

I am thankful for my whole family, those far and near.

I am thankful for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

I am thankful for Heavenly Father, who knows and loves each of us.

I am thankful for Jesus Christ, who gave everything so that we may live with Heavenly Father again.

I am thankful for my testimony.

I am thankful for the Priesthood.

I am thankful for the Temple.

I am thankful for a warm house in which to live.

I am thankful for healthy food to eat.

I am thankful for a sharp mind and a strong body.

I am thankful for my friends.

I am thankful for those that teach my children.

I am thankful for the earth and its beauties.

I am thankful for loud, chaotic dancing parties with my small people.

I am thankful for quiet snuggles with those same little dancers.

I am thankful that I have a real partner and best friend through the chaos and the snuggles.

I am thankful.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Inner Beauty

These are the most beautiful rolls I have ever made. Not only are they picture perfect, they taste divine. I thought I should document it since this feat of culinary achievement will probably never happen in my kitchen again.

But don't worry. The second, much less attractive, batch is still amazingly delicious.


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Work of Art

"I want to take a picture with your phone so you can put it on your blog!" -Phoebe, after creating the following.


Monday, November 21, 2016

Visiting and Teaching By Inspiration

I spoke in church yesterday. It's the seventh church talk I've given in the last four and a half years. I had trouble getting started with this one. The wording of the assigned topic had my brain moving in several directions and it took some time to understand what the talk should be. Also, I used a word the entire Bishopric had to look up. They thanked me afterward for expanding their vocabularies. Can you guess the big word?

Visiting and Teaching by Inspiration
In the fifteen years since my husband and I got married, we have moved a lot. A lot. We spent twelve of those years moving around Utah County, though we’re both from California, and three of them crisscrossing the United States. We’ve lived in four time zones in as many years. Yeah, moving is hard, but there is something that’s made each transition a little easier: visiting teachers. Visiting teaching helps the entire family, not just those in Relief Society.
It usually takes a few months after we move to a new ward, but I always look forward to getting Visiting Teachers and being assigned a Visiting Teaching route of my own. I am a loquacious extrovert by nature, and a stay-at-home mom by choice. That means I spend most of my days with the four small people that share my last name. When that beautiful slip of paper with the names of my Visiting Teaching companion and sisters that we’ll visit is placed into my hands, I am giddy at the thought of talking to other grown-ups on at least a monthly basis.
I’ve had Visiting Teachers that treated our get-togethers as just that: a once-a-month chance to chat, and that’s all. But Visiting Teaching is so much more. The Church Handbook states “Visiting teaching gives women the opportunity to watch over, strengthen, and teach one another.” Watch over, strengthen, teach.
What does that mean? Everyone has different needs; therefore, these three tenets of Visiting Teaching will look different for each person. To really understand what each sister and her family needs, we must know them. Stopping by once a month for a short visit, or merely saying hello in the halls at church does not give us the contact we need to understand how we can best serve them. It takes a combination of time, effort, love, and sincerely seeking inspiration to know how best to serve those we’ve been asked to watch over, strengthen, and teach.
Alma’s counsel to his son Heleman in chapter 37 of the Book of Alma is perfectly applicable to the role of a visiting teacher. “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good; yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day.” We need to counsel with the Lord as we seek to learn the needs of those that have been put in our care. We need to pray for them and their families and listen for the Holy Ghost to direct us. And we need to have hearts full of thanks for the opportunity to watch over, strengthen, teach, and be taught by our sisters.
My Grandma visit teaches a woman with advanced dementia. She’ll pick this sweet sister up from the care facility where she lives and they’ll get ice cream, or go sit at the park and people watch. She knows my Grandma is her friend, and that she’s from church, but sometimes those are the only details her memory will provide. In a very literal way, my Grandma watches over her and keeps her safe while they visit.
Lucy Mack Smith said, “We must cherish one another, watch over one another, comfort one another and gain instruction, that we may all sit down in heaven together.”
I have a distinct picture in my head. I was a relatively new mom, I only had one child, and my very small living room had been taken over by a mountain of clean laundry. I planned to whittle away at the beast during Peter’s naps and after his bedtime. And then someone knocked at my door. Now, this isn’t one of those lovely stories where I need help and my visiting teachers listened to a prompting and arrived at my front step. Those are good and important stories, and we should always be listening for inspiration to know the needs of our sisters, but in this case, I had simply forgotten about our scheduled appointment. I opened the door, chagrinned at the state of my house and my lack of memory. They didn’t even bat an eye. They walked in and got to work. The laundry behemoth was soon transformed into stacks of neatly folded clothes. These sweet women were watching over me and working beside me, providing a service that I needed, but never would have asked for if they hadn’t come over.
In her October 2011 General Conference address, then General Relief Society President Julie B. Beck said, “In the early days of Relief Society, a visiting committee from each ward received an assignment to assess needs and collect donations to be distributed to those in need. Throughout the years, Relief Society sisters and leaders have learned one step at a time and have improved in their ability to watch over others… With so much need for relief and rescue in the lives of sisters and their families today, our Heavenly Father needs us to follow a higher path and demonstrate our discipleship by sincerely caring for His children.”
I’ve had visiting teachers that helped me deep clean houses as we’ve prepared to move, others that have happily watched my children while I’ve gone to appointments, taken other children to the doctor, and in one memorable case, stayed with my three older children into the wee hours of the morning while my husband and I were at the hospital welcoming Sophie, our fourth child who is now nearly three-years-old, into the world. They have sincerely cared for me and my family.
I’ve also had visiting teachers that I never saw, or saw so infrequently I wasn’t sure if they knew who I was. I’ve visit taught women that were so busy with things, the only time they would give us was a quick, “Hello, how are you?” at church.
In 1978, President Spencer W. Kimball taught, “We talk about duty—“I must go and do my [home] teaching”; “I must go and do my visiting teachers work”—but we have already lost the enthusiasm, the vision, and the objective when we say, “I must go this morning and do my visiting teaching.” Rather it could be: “Today is the day I have been waiting for. I am happy to go into the homes of my sisters and help lift them to new heights.”
I’ve been lifted and strengthened by those that I’ve taught and those that have taught me. When we lived in New Jersey, my visiting teacher became my dear friend. She would come over for long visits, play dates, and lunches. I felt like she truly wanted to be my friend, not just fulfill a duty.
In the October 2011 talk I quoted earlier, Sister Beck said, “As committed disciples of the Savior, we are improving in our ability to do the things He would do if He were here. We know that to Him it is our caring that counts, and so we are trying to concentrate on caring about our sisters rather than completing lists of things to do. True ministry is measured more by the depth of our charity than by the perfection of our statistics.”
We watch over, we strengthen, and we teach one another. I love to teach, just ask my children, I’m always trying to teach them something. Teaching is fun for me, I enjoy the preparation and the opportunity to listen to the Spirit as I’m teaching to best meet the needs of those in the class. But I’m afraid I don’t always treat my visiting teaching lesson the way that I should.
This topic of visiting teaching brought a memory to the surface so I searched my blog, which I use as a journal, and found the following post that I wrote in June of this year:
I went Visiting Teaching today after the kids were done with their morning swimming lessons. My companion wouldn't be joining us, so the responsibility of scheduling the visit and sharing a spiritual message fell to me. As is so often the case in my life, too many other items (and people) demanded my attention and I didn't begin to prepare my message until we were driving from the pool to the home of the sister I was going to visit.
I found the lesson for this month in my LDS library app on my phone. As we pulled out of our parking place at the city pool, the lesson started to play over the speakers of the car. My kids have developed amazing talents for blocking out sounds, mainly by talking over the top of them. That's what they did during my lesson prep. I called to the back of the van several times for them to be quiet, sometimes I was calm, sometimes not so much.
They finally listened and eight-year-old Cooper realized what I was doing.
Cooper: Mom? What are you listening to? (pause of understanding) Is this for Visiting Teacher? (to ten-year-old Peter in the back seat) She's cheating! I can't believe she's cheating! Mom, this is cheating.
Six-year-old Phoebe: (in a voice full of experience) Oh no Cooper, she does this all the time.
Cooper was right. I was kind of cheating. Listening to my lesson as I drove over to teach it was not giving the proper time, attention, prayer, or pondering that my sisters and friends deserved.
We have a Master Teacher that we can look to to learn how we should teach. In 3 Nephi chapter 27, verse 21, during his visit to the Nephites, the Savior taught “Verily, verily, I say unto you, this is my gospel; and ye know the things that ye must do in my church; for the works which ye have seen me do that shall ye also do; for that which ye have seen me do even that shall ye do;” The things that we’ve seen Him do, we should do. He knew those that he taught. He spent time among them, he listened to them. He spent His life studying, praying, serving, and teaching. To truly be prepared to teach our sisters, we need to spend time with them, study, pray, serve, and then teach.
At the beginning of this month, Elder Jeffery R. Holland and the Auxiliary leaders of the church presented a Worldwide Training Broadcast on Teaching in the Savior’s Way. If you haven’t seen it, this is your homework assignment for the week. Go find it on lds.org and watch or listen to it. The whole thing is wonderful, but the biggest lesson that I took from it is that we must love those we teach. And to love them, we must know them. Visiting teaching is not about checking a box off each month, it is about loving and serving one another.
In his October 2006 General Conference talk, Elder M. Russell Ballard said, “What is most important in our Church responsibilities is not the statistics that are reported or the meetings that are held but whether or not individual people—ministered to one at a time just as the Savior did—have been lifted and encouraged and ultimately changed. Our task is to help others find the peace and the joy that only the gospel can give them.”
Sister Beck, this time from her October 2009 talk, taught, “It is our blessing to pray for another sister and receive inspiration as to how the Lord would have us care for one of His daughters. Visiting teaching becomes the Lord’s work when our focus is on people rather than percentages. In reality, visiting teaching is never finished. It is more a way of life than a task.”
The motto of Relief Society can also be the motto of visiting teaching: Charity Never Faileth. Charity is the pure love of Christ and it endureth forever. Charity suffereth long and is kind. Can you think of a better description for a visiting teacher? Paul taught in 1st Corinthians chapter 13 verse 1 “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.” We can visit each month, prepare beautiful quote filled lessons, drop off homemade bread on a weekly basis, but if these things are done to fulfill a duty and are without charity, the pure love of Christ will not be present or felt. It is clear when we love those we teach.
Sister Beck also said, “Because we follow the example and teachings of Jesus Christ, we value this sacred assignment to love, know, serve, understand, teach, and minister in His behalf. This is one duty we have in the Church where we are certain to have the help of the Lord if we ask for it.”

President Monson taught “…When we seek the inspiration of the Almighty in the performance of our responsibilities, we can achieve the miraculous.” He also told us to “never postpone a prompting.” Inspiration and the pure love of Christ, are the keys to our call to watch over, strengthen, and teach those in our ward. I bear my testimony that inspired visiting and home teaching can lift hearts and save souls. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, amen. 

Friday, November 18, 2016

Thursday, November 17, 2016

American Education Week

Our local schools are participating in American Education Week. This means that I got to sit in on part of the school day for each of my kids. I visited Peter's Language Arts class on Monday and Cooper's and Phoebe's math classes yesterday. It was interesting to meet some of the friends the kids have talked about, and to see them all engage in the lessons. I think it will prove especially helpful for Cooper now that I've heard the teacher explain the math homework and can use the same vocabulary while teaching him at home.

Phoebe begged me to take a picture with her before I left her classroom.


I didn't think to take one with Cooper, who I had visited in the morning, so we took a picture after Cub Scouts to commemorate the day. In spite of his terrified expression, he really did want to be in this picture.


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Sage Advice

I learned an important lesson last night during dinner. If you are making a meal and discover you're out of a certain spice mixture, like poultry seasoning, it's perfectly fine to Google a recipe and make your own. It'll smell amazing. A word of caution: pay attention to how much you add to the meal. If the recipe calls for one teaspoon, use that. Do not, under any circumstance, dump the whole six teaspoon batch into your dinner. It will be edible, but that's about it.

In related news, today I'll be performing various chicken and dumpling salvaging experiments...

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Fun Over Fancy

This weekend I realized why I haven't been able to really finish setting up our house. The formal dining room had been sitting unused until a few weeks ago when the kids asked if they could turn the table into a fort. Sure, why not? Suddenly that room was very popular.

On Sunday I decided that a formal dining room was the wrong choice for us. Yesterday I figured it would be a good idea to turn a few rooms upside down and swap out the dining room for a playroom. The kids are thrilled. I probably should have planned the whole project out a bit more before I started moving furniture, but I think it'll work when it's done.

Hopefully.

Monday, November 14, 2016

Living Family History

On Friday afternoon my Grandma sat in the kitchen and told stories. They were stories of her youth, my mom's childhood, my birth. Most I had heard, a few were new. Some of the jokes went over the heads of the listeners and had to be explained. Others they understood and laughed at the right places.

During a pause in the story telling, Cooper, our own teller of tales, asked, "Are all these stories real?"

Yes, Cooper, they're all real.


Friday, November 11, 2016

The Writing on the Wall, Er, Piano

I heard Miss Sophie playing the piano in the library yesterday. After a nice long concert, I walked in to check on her and discovered that she was pounding on the keys, a pink pen in one hand and a pencil in the other.


She and I spent time scrubbing the keys, and the screen, and the controls. The pencil came off, but my keyboard is still tattooed pink.


When she realized that the outcome of her manner of making music made me sad, she consoled me with a tight hug and "I sorry Mama, I so sorry."


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Kindness Above All

I voted yesterday. I stood in a line an hour and a half long and I read this book.


I thought it was appropriate. I felt happy that so many people decided to vote. I felt patriotic and had a sense of community.


And then I woke up this morning to see the election results.

Today, we have focused on the importance of being kind and including everyone, regardless of their political beliefs. The kids were very engaged in this election and had many questions and concerns throughout the day. I'm sure that those questions will continue and I will keep preaching kindness.

Monday, November 7, 2016

For Whom the Bell Tolls

Saturday was unseasonably warm at a toasty 65 degrees, so we took my Grandma into Philadelphia for an adventure. We started our tourist jaunt at Benjamin Franklin's grave. Who should we find outside the gate? Why, the inventor of the bifocal himself. He told everyone that he broke out of the grave that morning.

Spooky.


Grandma and the kids got a picture with George Washington's life-size cutout.


We made sure to get one of Grandma on her own with our first president.


The kids don't really know who Rocky is, but they still wanted a picture with him.


We watched a short informational movie about political strife and the division in loyalties at the time of the Revolutionary War. The highlight was that a young Kristen Bell played one of the main characters. The kids thought it was awesome that Princess Anna was in the movie.


Grandma and I were there too.


Then we went to wait in line for the Liberty Bell. The wait was short, but Phoebe still complained that her legs were too tired. Peter, being the good older brother that he is, carried her like a backpack for a short time.


Look! We saw the Liberty Bell! In person! Not through a window!


Another individual shot of Grandma.


On our way to the parking garage, we strolled by Independence Hall. Yes, this is the best picture I have of all of us.


I love that we live by so much history. And I love that my Grandma is here to motivate us to go take advantage of all those awesome sites.

Thursday, November 3, 2016

A New Beginning

A year and a half ago, our little family went to the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington D.C. While there, we hoped to see my brother Ian and his family. When I reached out to him about our visit he was distracted and stressed, but he agreed that we should get together. I wasn't sure what was happening, I just told him that we would stay in a hotel and looked forward to having them join us on the route.

The morning of the parade my brother called. He told me the source of his unrest: he and his wife were separated and likely heading for divorce. My heart hurt for my brother, for his wife, for my niece, and for my nephew. The divorce was finalized in February of this year.

In March, Ian met someone. Soon after that they were officially dating. I started to get to know her long-distance over the summer. I was impressed with her love of literature, her deep and articulate comments, her obvious affection for my little brother. Through the magic of Facebook, I watched their relationship grow and blossom. I saw how well her two girls got along with his two kids. I read the beautifully written posts about how wonderful she thought my brother was.

I met her in person at the beginning of September. She was warm and kind and generous. Her girls were sweet and took to us right away. She and I got along swimmingly and had so much to talk about right off the bat.

This past weekend, Ian and Sherlin were married. There were lots of fabulous moments, some very exciting (in an oh-no-how-do-we-solve-this-emergency-that-has-popped-up kind of way) moments, and some deeply touching moments. I had the privilege of serving as a bridesmaid. My main jobs, other than walking and looking cheerful and serene in a gray dress, were to edit and sing. I love when I get to play to my strengths.

And now, a slew of pictures!

My beautiful bunch waiting for the ceremony to begin, photo taken by my brother Jordan's girlfriend, Leah.



The newlywed couple, photo taken by the bride.


My handsome brother and my adorable nephew, photo taken by...someone.


Before this weekend, I had one nephew and one niece on my side of the family. Now I have one nephew and three nieces! Here are two of them, Aeva and Clara, who danced down the aisle as flower girls. Photo taken by my sister-in-law Falisha.


The somewhat distracted wedding party, photo taken by Falisha.


Here are the bridesmaids, reinforcing gender stereotypes as we imitate the groomsmen, photo also taken by Falisha. 


We should have taken a family picture since we had all the siblings and my parents and Grandma there. But we didn't. I'm kind of kicking myself over that. Oh well, at least we all appear separately in the pictures, even if it's in the periphery.

After the wedding, we headed to my brother's church building for the reception. It was a fun party with delicious food and lively dancing. Phoebe, Aeva, Clara, and Sophie enjoyed the photo booth props, as seen in these pictures taken by Leah.




Here I am with my two sisters-in-law. This photo was taken by my Mom and is one of my favorite from that day.


Jordan baked one of the tiers of this cake. Sherlin used her mad skills to decorate it. I don't know who took this picture...


For me, one of the highlights of the reception was getting to sing with Bryan. Sherlin asked us to sing I Knew This Would Be Love, but I couldn't find the sheet music anywhere. We agreed that I would learn it by ear, but Bryan wasn't comfortable doing that, so I prepared for a solo. Two of the three hours of the drive down to the wedding were spent singing in the car. Most of that time Bryan sang a really beautiful harmony. I asked if he was going to sing with me and he said he didn't know.

Thirty minutes before I was supposed to sing the song, I asked my parents to watch our kids while they ate and danced at the reception so Bryan could come listen to me sing and give critiques. That's when he decided to make it a duet. The song was nice as a solo, but it was beautiful as a duet. I love singing with Bryan. Our voices blend so well. I'm thankful to my brother Jordan for taking this picture of us.


Congratulations Ian and Sherlin! I'm so happy for your whole family!