The Fun One

Playing with the children is not my strong suit. I am the mom: the soother, the educator, the cook, the helper, the disciplinarian, the task master.

Dad is the fun one.

But today, we went with Ben, Anne, Natalie, and Lincoln and took the kids fishing. And I played. And I fished. And I had a really good time. (Oh, and the kids had fun too!)

I don't know why I don't play more. It really was fun just to be focused on the kids, living in the moment and not worried about the house or anything else.

It helped that we weren't actually at home.

It was SO much fun that I think we might actually do it again!

And who knows, maybe I'll leave Dad to take care of the house and baby a little more often so that I can be known the fun one!








P.S. ALL these fish (can you see them?) and did we catch a stinkin' thing? Not one!

At Least It Was a Good Story

The actual conversation:

Me: "Becky, why does it look like someone rubbed dirt all over your face?"

Becky: "Because Joshy smashed my face into the ground and rubbed dirt all over it."

Me: "What?!?"

Me again: "Wait. Did he really?"

Becky: "Nope."

The result of this conversation?

A discussion about telling the truth, telling a lie, and pretending. She's three. I am sure that we will have this discussion MANY more times.

PS. How many times did the baby get up, you ask?

I lost track around the 10th time. No miracles for me.

2 A.M.

What do you see at 2 am?

Most likely, the back of your eye lids.

What do I see at 2 am?



I KNOW, totally cute...BUT NOT at 2 am.

Well, guess what?

I did NOT see this at 2 am last night, because this little kid FINALLY started feeling better and ACTUALLY slept through the night.

And if that wasn't enough for you, NO OTHER KID got up either!

HOLY CRAP!

And people say that miracles don't happen. Ha.

Now, I won't hold my breath and think that this might happen two nights in a row...but...there is that miracle thing.

I'll let you know.

I know.

So I was reading this blog that is written by Becky Higgins, only one of my favorite scrapbookers of ALL TIME! She has such talent and is so creative. Just one more person I want to be when I grow up.

Anyway, she hung these cute easter baskets in her kitchen and it inspired me to try my own version. So I hung these little eggs. I like em.






And here are my new Easter plates for my plate rack. Can I just say that I LOVE Target? Especially the new Super Target! Woo hoo. (How sad is that? The biggest excitment in my life is that they opened a new Target. Oh well.)

Where did the time go?

So Troy and I were at Paul and Sarah's Saturday night, and we started to talk about this huge list of movies Paul wants to see.

One of the movies that I said he should add to the list was "The Outsiders" ... which, I am still having trouble believing that he never saw!

So we started talking about all the big names in that movie and I said that Tom Cruise was in it.

Well, of course, neither Troy nor Paul believed me and Troy even went so far as to bet dinner on it.

Do I even need to tell you that I was right?

And it got me to thinking about all those things that I loved about growing up in the 80's. I know you have all seen those lists, you might be a child of the 80's if...

But I really LOVED the outsiders. I went again and again to the movies to see it.

Holy Cow, was I in LOVE with C. Thomas Howell (aka Ponyboy). And since he lived not too far away from me in Valencia, I used to hope that we might someday meet and fall madly in love. (I would say that this is akin to Troy praying that he might actually find the crysal in his barn that would in fact confirm that he was Superman!)

Other things I LOVED were:

The Princess Bride
Duran Duran
Neon
Pegging my pants
Having a haircut that entirely covered one eye
Saying things like TOTALLY, and GAG ME (with the full on valley girl sound...yeah, yeah, a Korean Valley Girl, I know!)
And, man, did I want a swatch...but no way was my mom buying me one of those!

Did you know that they have 80s dances at the high school here? It was 50s dances when I was in high school. An 80s dance? That was just a dance!

Sunday Musings

Church was really good today.

I have always enjoyed going to Church and found it to be an opportunity for reflection and renewal.

Some weeks are so crazy that the only time I have to spend thinking about my spirituality are those few moments just before I take the sacrament (and if the kids are being particularly rowdy, not even then).

We are, fortunately, at a really great stage with the kids. There is time during the week to read my scriptures and pray, and even time during the sacrament to think about the Savior and be really grateful for my blessings.

I am really thankful for that.

Today's Relief Society lesson was about repentance. While I thought it was a good lesson, at the same time I felt like it was a missed opportunity.

So many times in Church we talk about basic, gospel principles, which we all need. We even sometimes talk about deep doctrine, which we also need. But rarely do we talk about the pracical application of the principles of the Gospel in our day-to-day lives.

I know what I need to do, but sometimes I could use a little more how-to.

There was a quote in the lesson today by Joseph Smith which said, "Let not any man publish his own righteousness, for others can see that for him; sooner let him confess his sins, and then he will be forgiven, and he will bring forth more fruit."

I liked this quote because I think that this is something we are missing. We talk so often of what we are doing right, and about all the good things that we should be doing, but we rarely admit, publically, when we are stuggling and when we could use help.

That reminds me of another quote, "Finding help is easy. It's asking for help that's hard."

I am not saying that we should go around publically confessing our sins, especially the big ones! But wouldn't you love to hear someone say, "I'm really stuggling with finding a good time to have family prayer, and I could use some ideas." Or, "My personal scripture study isn't what I think it should be. I would love to hear how you do it."

I guess we can have those moments in our close, personal relationships, but I would really like to have those discussions in Relief Society. We are supposed to be sisters, and it seems the ideal place to have these type of discussions, but we don't.

I am in a good place now, but I think back to the times when going to church was hard, or when I really struggled with my testimony. I would have loved to know that I wasn't alone. That there were others who knew exactly what I was going through.

So, I am going to try a little harder to speak up...and avoid missing those opportunties. Who knows when we may get another one?

Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?

We had a really great fundraiser at school last night. They hosted a game show night of "Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader?"

Mikayla was one of the 5th graders chosen to play.

For those of you who have never seen the show, the game is played by adults who are asked questions from standard elementary school tests (1st to 5th grade difficulty). As the adults try to answer the questions, they can turn to the 5th graders for help. The adult can answer the question themselves, copy the answer a 5th grader has given, peek at the answer a 5th grader has given, or they can be saved by a right answer from a 5th grader if they have given the wrong answer.

It was really a fun night and Mikayla did really well.

The bonus of the evening was when Troy was chosen as one of the adults to play the game. (He was in fact the FIRST contestant, and he did better than any other parent playing.)

And the result?

Troy is NOT smarter than a fifth grader.

But really, did we need a game show to know that for ourselves?

The Other Stuff

Let me just start by tell you that I love my husband and he is a really good guy.

But really, isn't it MORE fun when I tell you about the other stuff?

Troyism #1

So I was at Costco today and I wanted to get Troy some new jeans. He currently has three pairs of jeans. Two are ones he has had for probably 10 years or more. They are his work jeans, his lounge around the house jeans, his I have a big hole in the butt jeans. They have definitely seen better days!

The other pair of jeans are ones that I bought for him a couple of years ago. They are the nice jeans that he only wears when we are on a date (so not too often). And they have recently become known as his "skinny" jeans.

Hence, the reason that I am buying him new jeans.

Anyway, I called him from the store and said, "Troy, I need to know your CURRENT waist size so that I can buy you a new pair of jeans."

His reply was, "Well, I'd like to think that I am a 34..."

Yes, well, I'd like to think that I am a size 2, but then there's this little thing called REALITY.

Troyism #2

So after calling Troy numerous times today, for really no good reason, I finally asked him, "Honey, how many times do I need to call you before you start to get annoyed?"

"None." He said.

"None?" I asked. "I don't EVEN have to call you and you're annoyed?"

"Oh, wait...that's not what I meant!"

Yeah, I know. But what fun would it be if I told him that?

Confessions of a Mean Mom

If you didn't know already, the secret is out...I am a mean mom.

This morning, as with every morning here, it was a little crazy. I was feeding the baby, trying to get Becky and Josh dressed, and notice that it's time for the kids to head out to the bus.

So, in a mad dash the kids leave for school. I finished getting the little kids dressed, changed Katie (who has had a blow out), and tried to get out to the car so I could take Josh to preschool.

Then...

I walked into the kitchen...

And it looked like a tornado had blown through...there was food on the ground, dishes on the table and counters...and worst of all...ALL the trash from making lunches was...no, not in the trash can, but on the floor, on the table, everywhere and anywhere, except where it was supposed to be.

So, mean mom emerged. (Picture the scene from the Incredible Hulk, where Bruce Banner is pushed beyond his limits, as his clothes start to tear, as his skin turns green...ahhhh...)

Mean Mom, you say? Yeah. I hurried and got Josh to preschool and then drove to the elementary school, picked the kids up, and made them come home and pick up their trash.

I know! Mean mom.

I could have picked up the trash. I could have put everything away. I could have done lot of things, but what would they have learned?

So we had a long talk (with no yelling, yeah, me!) about how if we wanted to take hot lunches to school, then we needed to be more responsilbe and put our trash IN the trash can, otherwise PB&J made the night before (OH NO!).

Then, one more quick trip to return the kids to school, lesson learned (I hope).

Oh yeah. And the words you don't want to hear while in the middle of a blog post?

"Mommy, I pooped in my underwear." (With big eyes and a sweet smile.)

Ahhhhh!!!

Need Chocolate...RIGHT NOW!

So, last night was not a good night. Plain and simple.

Some evenings are just like that. After picking up after the kids (dirty socks, trash, crayon shavings, etc.) and getting after them to do their homework AND their chores AND practice the piano...well, you get the picture.

So, instead of getting take out, like I REALLY wanted to do, I made dinner. Potstickers. I boiled the potstickers and then, to make them extra tasty I got ready to fry them. I drained them and heated the oil, and then reached for the tongs...but no tongs.

Well, like I said, it hadn't been a good night, and I got after the kids for losing the tongs. We opened all the drawers, looked everywhere they could POSSIBLY be, and still NO tongs.

So, after about 10 minutes of being mad at the kids, Troy comes in and asks,

"What are you looking for?"

"The tongs."

"The tongs?" he asks. "Oh, they are in my office behind the bookshelf."

"What?!?" Because of course, I had TOTALLY not thought to look there! "Why are they behind the bookshelf?"

"Because I dropped something back there and I couldn't reach it, so I used the tongs. Then, I dropped the tongs."

"Oh."

There were so many things that I wanted to say right at that moment, but the vein in my neck was throbbing and the sudden rush of pressure behind my eyes as my brain tried to explode prevented me from being coherent. So I was silent.

He asks, "Do you want me to go get them."

Again, brain explosion imminent...

"Uh, yeah. And could you wash them after you get them?"

"Why?"

Oh...my...ahhhhhhh!

I will just say that after the 20 minutes it took to find the tongs, the potstickers were...not quite right...so I left Troy to feed the kids dinner and get them to bed.

Oh, and to find some chocolate.

PS. If you want a good laugh (the best one I had ALL DAY), I would direct you to Melanie's blog and her husband's adventures in toilets. Oh, you silly husbands.

My Best Friend

What does a friendship that starts when you are three look like when you're grown?

I got some great pictures of Becky and Natalie together today...they were smiling and sitting next to each other, and then playing and running around like crazy, but the photo that captured friendship for me was this one of Becky helping Natalie put on her shoes. It isn't a very good shot(and one I couldn't recreate and still hope to capture the feeling of the moment), but it's still my favorite photo of the day.

If only all our friendships were this simple and this deep!

I am really grateful for my friends. For new ones, and for old ones. For the ones that I talk to every day, for the ones that I talk to only once a year, and for all the ones in between.

Where would I be without my friends?

Isn't it funny how our children can remind us to be grateful for the little things?

Men are from Mars

Troy was off work today. Yeah!

We so rarely get to spend any quality time together, that when we get to be together and only have one, or two, or three kids, somehow it just seems...peaceful.

So while we were out, Troy decided that he wanted to rinse the car off. And when we got to the car wash he decided that he needed my help...

You know this story isn't going anywhere good, but I'll tell you anyway.

Troy puts the quarters into the car wash and it starts up. Then he tells me that I should push the button that says "conditioner." Well, the directions say that you should do the conditioner after you have done the first wash and rinse, so we spent the first dollar in quarters arguing about the order in which we should do the wash.

We then spent the next dollar trying to get the buttons to work right, with Troy yelling at me because I didn't push the right ones.

We spent one last dollar actually washing the car, with Troy vowing that next time he would come by himself. (hehe)

We then spent the ride home discussing why I have a need to follow the rules and why he thinks the rules are merely suggestions.

I am a rule follower. You would think that he would know that by now!

The best part of the experience?

I told Troy, just before we got back in the car that I thought he needed to wash the tires. He said that it was a waste of quarters (uh, yeah) because they really needed a good scrub. So, when we got back in the car, the FIRST thing Josh said was, "Dad, you forgot to wash the tires!"

If only you could have seen the look on Troy's face! Classic!

The Earlybird Special

So, my friend Andrea blogged about how she felt like she was getting old because of her gray hair. (You are SO not old Andrea! Young and hot, REALLY!)

Well, in addition to already being really gray myself, I am feeling sadly old myself today.

I was so tired I went to bed at 7 o'clock this evening (yeah, okay, I got back up to blog, but that's another issue).

Anyway, next thing you know I am going to be eating dinner at 4:30 p.m. and telling my children that their music is too loud.

Too Much and Not Enough

It's funny how the smallest things can throw off the delicate balance of our lives.

Things can be going so well and the tiniest thing can send you off in totally unexpected direction. And sometimes the change is good, and sometimes it isn't.

I am on my way out of the little funk I was in, but I needed a good kick in the pants to keep going in the right direction.

Today I went to a Stake Relief Society Meeting. It was so good...and just the kick I needed!

I really came away with a sense that my Heavenly Father loves me and knows me...and it is such a wonderful feeling!

A couple of the quotes the teacher shared were:

President Hinckley said, "Life is to be enjoyed, not endured."

and

President Kimball said, "Heaven is a place, but also a condition; it is home and family. It is understanding and kindness. It is quiet, sane living."

I mean, really, who couldn't use a little more enjoyment? A little more quiet? And a little more sanity?

It was funny, when the teacher shared the President Kimball quote, one sister near me said, "Did she say, quiet, INSANE living?"

Yeah. Aren't we all doing a little too much of that?

More than anything, I feel like there is so much reason to be joyful, to be full of hope, and that as we move forward, we can know that all will be well. We are the Lord's and He is ours, and together, nothing is impossible.