Friday, April 27, 2012

Enjoying Spring

We had the most enjoyable Saturday last week.  Our Saturdays are so busy anymore that we usually wake up exhausted on Sunday, but this last Saturday we didn't have a lot of scheduled things going on so we were able to just relax and enjoy it.  We were busy cleaning house and working in the yard in the morning.  AP helped me get all of the bathrooms done and got right to work on his room.  We had signed up to help clean the church but D wasn't feeling well so J took the older kids and I stayed home with D.  He helped me clean the kitchen and when everybody else got home we went for a run as a family.  Then while the kids played J and I alternated watching/playing with the kids with sprints, shuffles, lunges, etc on the adjoining field.  After getting home  we had sandwiches for lunch and got cleaned up.  Then I took the kids to go pick out a movie while J took a nap. Late afternoon J and I went on a date while the kids watched their movie.  We got back early enough that we still had time to go on a family walk, so we went to a playground right by our house.








This was our view as we walked down our street and it made us really grateful to live in such a beautiful place.

 On our way home we ran into Sarah, Kandace, and Evan (Kandace's boyfriend) on their way back from Coney's house.  We had fun chatting.  We have really enjoyed getting to know these girls through Young Women's and also as they have babysat for us and come over to play D&D.  We are grateful for wonderful neighbors.
AJ was excited to show me some of the beautiful tulips in our backyard.  I love the purple and yellow ones together.  I didn't plant them, but they remind me of my wedding every time I look at this spot and makes me smile.  

And the orange ones peeking out from under this bush look so bright and cheery here that they also make me smile every time I see them.  

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

My Little Tribute

Last week was spirit week at the Middle School and they based it around the Hunger Games.  AP was chosen as a competitor. The students had to turn in a packet a couple of weeks ago answering questions and completing some challenges.  His packet got the award for "most creative" and that is how he got chosen.  Then they had some qualifying rounds on Tuesday.  He placed first in the Hula Hoop flip (had to get a hula hoop over his head with hands tied behind his back) as well as the cup stacking contest and placed 2nd in the tissue pull.  Wednesday was "Crazy Capitol" day so he went to school in his pj's because, according to him, "I'm so rich I can afford to be lazy."  I agree that true luxury is a day in comfy clothes where I don't have to spend time getting ready.



He was originally assigned to District 6 - transportation, but somehow managed to get reassigned to District 3 - technology. And here is what we came up with for his costume at Friday's final assembly: glow sticks and electric tape (the second picture is me having fun with my camera's special effects)


 These ones that we took in the dark are a little frightening with the glowing red eyes, but he certainly looks like a force to contend with (btw, this bathroom is the darkest room in the house, thus the attractive backdrop).  








Now this is that part that I have debated including, but as my journal, I want this blog to be a realistic portrayal of our life, so here is the outcome (however, you can just skip this part or pretend you didn't read it and comment how awesome it is that he got to compete, because it really I think it really is).  I was a little nervous sending him off Friday morning.   I guess after 10 years experience I have learned to expect some kind of hiccup, but he was so excited and happy about the whole thing that I tried to convince myself I could relax and just enjoy the opportunity.  Yet, I got a phone call from the Vice principal at 1130 saying there had been an "altercation."  Some of the other boys were making fun of his costume and taunting him, and he had gotten into a fight.  I tried to get him calmed down over the phone, but ended up having to go in.  He didn't want to participate anymore and insisted on taking the costume off.  He wanted to go home, but I encouraged him to stay and compete without the costume, talking about the importantance of following through with things even when they are hard, and how doing things even when it's hard makes us stronger, etc, etc.  Maybe I should have accepted that this was just asking too much and taken him home, but I can't let him give up, and I can't rid the hope that at some point we will be able to participate in things like school assemblies and that we will be better because of it.  So he decided to stay and do the assembly and I told him I would be back in time to watch.  Right after I got home he called in a panic saying he needed his costume back on, and I needed to come right then because all of the other tributes were gathered and they all had costumes and he couldn't participate without his costume.  So I hurried back over to the school to help him get his costume put back together before the assembly started.  Then I did a lot of silent praying that regardless of what happened in the assembly it could be a good experience; that he would stay calm, that he would think through things, and that he wouldn't react or cause a scene in front of the whole school.

I was worried during the first round as I could see him starting to get worked up, but he stayed calm and got into the second round.  He made it through the second round fine, but got out on the third which was a partner egg race.  He and his partner finished last and he wasn't happy but was ok until his classmates chose his female counterpart  to continue on instead of him.  Then he was very upset and I could tell he was really having a hard time keeping it together.  He walked off angrily but sat down with the other kids that had been eliminated.  I could see his internal struggle and was worried he would lose it at any moment.  I was trying to figure out how I would get him out of there without causing a scene when he approached the principal and asked for permission to leave and go to the bathroom.  He made it out of the gym before having an episode.  It wasn't pleasant for him or me, but at least it wasn't happening in front of the entire student body.  The fact that he made it until he was out of the gym before losing it was huge relief and great improvement for him.  He was very disappointed, but in the end  was able to focus on the fun part and was glad he did it.  So I think, with hindsight on our side, we can say it was a good experience and a success.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

I belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

I just came across this post in my drafts.I wrote it back in October 2011, but never published it so here it is now.

 One of my favorite primary songs is "I belong to the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints" because it states, very simply, who we are and what church we belong to. I have found it somewhat difficult knowing what name to use in telling a non-member friend or acquaintance what church I belong to. Do I use the whole name or the more familiar term "Mormon?"  The whole name has always felt better to me because it says straight out that we belong to Christ's church, and that we are his people, but it just seems so long and unfamiliar to others. I had an experience on my plane ride to DC that made me consider this matter more fully once again.  I found myself sitting next to a man, probably 20 years my senior, not LDS, but who I had a very engaging gospel centered discussion with. We talked about a lot of things, work, parenting, traveling, all within the context of religion. He told me upfront that he was Christian and I told him excitedly that so was I! We talked a lot about Christ's ministry. I shared how I feel Christ's methods of teaching are ideal; that Christ understood people and human nature so well and how following his example can help us in our interactions with and responsibilities for others. He commented that he was impressed with how I seemed to have things figured out at such a young age and that he wished he had had some of the same realizations earlier in his own life. I attributed my understanding to things I had been taught as a youth and the relationship that I have developed with my Heavenly Father and shared how much I depend on the personal revelation I feel I receive daily in my interactions with others and responsibilities as a mother. He was very thoughtful about this. Not long after that was when I told him I was "Mormon" (he had asked what the first thing J and I planned to do in DC and I told him we were going to visit the LDS temple). At this point he seemed subdued, maybe even a little confused. However he didn't ask anymore about religion and I didn't share anymore, but I wish I had. I wish I had said more about why we would make the temple our first stop, and how important family is to members of our faith (although I think he already gathered that from earlier conversation). I wish I had shared earlier, not just that I was Christian, but that I was a Mormon (although I wonder if he would have listened as well knowing that). And that thought makes me a little sad. I think there is a lot of confusion about our church, as evidenced on a larger scale by comments made to and about Mitt Romney in his run for presidency. Anyway, with this experience in mind I really appreciated Elder Ballard's talk during the Sunday session of October's general conference. I hope to be more upfront in the future about the name of our church (not that I was trying to be secretive about it), and I hope to always be a good example so that people will want to hear and know more. If you didn't see or hear Elder Ballard's talk (or if you need a refresher) you can find it here! http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/the-importance-of-a-name?lang=eng&query=church+Jesus+Christ+Latter+Day+Saints

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Reminders

This morning I had to go back to a lesson J and I gave to the combined Priesthood and Relief Society last July. Our lesson was on being "anxiously engaged" and we talked about 5 roadblocks that keep us from being engaged in our responsibilities and callings.  This is long and I really don't expect anyone to read it, but I decided to post my portions of our lesson because they are the ones that I personally struggle with the most, so I need to refer back to this often in my efforts to overcome.  Here they are for my own quick access:

Overwhelmed: Who here feels they have more to do then time on the clock?  Personally, as I look back over the last couple of months I’m not sure where they went.  It has been so busy that July was gone before I even had a chance to really look at the June calendar.  Simply put, life is busy and I know it is for ALL of us.  We all feel it, and that busy-ness can lead us to feel (dun,dun, DUN) overwhelmed.  Sometimes to the point that just one more thing feels impossible.  So how do we manage our lives, find time to serve, and become anxiously engaged?  As I contemplated this,  Mosiah 4:27 came to mind.  Is there someone who can read that?
 “. . .see that all these things are done in wisdom and aorder; for it is not requisite that a man should run bfaster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize; therefore, all things must be done in order.”
I think the key phrase there is to do things in wisdom and order.   I have found that prioritizing helps me manage my time and my energy.  When I organize myself, and have my priorities right, everything else has a way of falling into place and somehow I am able to accomplish more.  I love this statement by Sister Beck:
“. . .when our priorities are out of order we lose power.  If we need power and influence to carry out our [responsibilities], then our priorities have to be straight.” 
But how do we figure out what our priorities should be?  Sister Beck starts her list with personal revelation.  She says, “[To accomplish what I must], I have to be able to know the mind and will of God.  Therefore, I have to do the things in my life that put me in a position to hear His voice.” 
Brothers and sisters are we doing that?  Are we putting ourselves in the position to know the mind and will of God?  I believe the simplest way to know the mind and will of God is through personal prayer.  Sister Beck stresses the importance of asking for help to understand our mission for each day.  Do we do that?  Do we ask for strength to fulfill the duties we have been entrusted with?  In addition to that do we ask how we can bless the lives of those we have been given stewardships over?  I can promise you that as you pray for the ability and desire to serve, especially your family, your life will take on deeper meaning.  You will have a better understanding of yourself and others and the Lord will take you by the hand and show you what you are capable of. 
Perspective.    There is so much expected of us that at times, especially as women, we let ourselves get caught up in the idea that we have to do it all.  We want to take care of everyone and everything and when we can’t, we get discouraged.  At those times it is important to remember that we don’t have to do everything, but we can do a lot!  And what the Lord really expects is that we do our best at what he has asked of us; what we have been called to do as parents, spouses, and visiting/hometeachers.  Brothers and sisters, when we magnify these callings, when we really try to fulfill these duties we have been given, The Lord magnifies us.  He gives us a broader understanding of our personal mission and a capacity to do more, and be more than we thought possible.   I know this is true because I have seen it in my own life.  I am going to share with you one of my own personal struggles. . . making phone calls.  Silly right?  And yet just the thought of talking on the phone is hard for me.  We’re not going to go into the psychological mumbojumbo of why because that would take far more time than we have today, BUT as Jeff likes to remind me, you can’t get good at something if you don’t practice, and so I force myself to make those phone calls and ta da!  Visits get done (although admittedly sometimes those visits have been phone call only).

Fear: All right let’s talk about Fear.  How can fear keep us from fulfilling our duties?  What are we afraid of?  (embarrassment, failure. . .)  I’ve already told you that I have a fear of the phone.  I also have a fear of visiting people (although it isn’t nearly as bad as it used to be).  Let me share a personal experience from my own life.  Soon after Jeff and I were married we found ourselves in a married student ward where I was called to serve in the Relief Society Presidency.  Now mind you I was 19 and had little experience with Relief Society and basically no experience with visiting people.  Well at our first presidency meeting my fearless president decided we were going to split up, not into pairs, but as individuals, and visit sisters.    I was terrified.  But what could I do?  I took a deep breath and looked at my list. I kind of knew one of the sisters so that seemed the best place to start.  I walked slowly to her house trying not to panic.  Then I took another deep breath and knocked on the door.  No answer.  I knocked again.  Still no answer.  So what did I do?  I started to cry because I didn’t know anyone else on that list and the thought of visiting someone I didn’t know TERRIFIED me.  Then I was too embarrassed to do anything else so I went home, sat on my porch steps, and cried some more.  Pretty productive right?  Well with the help of my awesome husband and an understanding Relief Society president I worked through that, and got a little better at visiting. 
A few years later we moved to Alabama where I was called to the Young Women’s presidency.  After receiving the call I went home and prayed for help. At that point I felt an overwhelming love for the girls that I would be serving.  I didn’t know them or anything about them, hadn’t even seen a list of their names yet, but I loved them and was excited to serve them.  Later that week the president came over, gave me my list of beehives, and told me not a single one was active.  She then told me my job was to get them coming.   And the natural way to do that was to get to know them.  But since they would not be coming to me, I had to go to them.  So with just a list of addresses as a guide (this was pre-mapquest days and I am not good at reading maps), I said a prayer and loaded my baby and my 2-year-old into the car and started roaming the streets of Enterprise and Ozark Alabama in search of my girls.  And I found them.  I would like to say that I got every single one of them coming consistently, but that isn’t true.  What did happen was that I wasn’t afraid to do my job and I learned that when we pray for those we are called to serve and ask for help in loving them it will be as Moroni says in chapter 8 verse 16, “perfect love casteth out all fear.”  Honestly, I was surprised at how easy it was for me to get out there and visit those girls.  Love makes all the difference, especially when we let the Savior’s love work through us. 
 President Monson has said, “The catalyst in this process (of becoming anxiously engaged) has been the principle of love.” (President Thomas S. Monson, “Anxiously Engaged” 2004))

Feeling inadequate:  There is great value in your individual effort and the talents that you have to offer.  In a recent conference address Elder Uchtdorf said, “You may feel that there are others who are more capable or more experienced who could fulfill your callings and assignments better than you can, but the Lord gave you your responsibilities for a reason. There may be people and hearts only you can reach and touch. Perhaps no one else could do it in quite the same way.”
I have learned this many times in many ways, as my life has been touched and I have been uplifted by those around me; people who have served happily and faithfully in their callings.  From visiting teachers who listened to and loved me as I despaired over my failures as a mother, to hometeachers who checked on me regularly when Jeff has been on long trips, to primary teachers who have loved and appreciated my children despite their challenges, and encouraged me in my parenting, to those I have served alongside who have inspired me by their examples. . . I am grateful for the efforts I have and continue to see, and feel, around me because they have enabled me to serve better.  When I know that I don’t have to worry about how my children (or husband) are doing because others are fulfilling their duties, I can focus on what I need to do in my calling.  And I am grateful to those who ask for my help; who have recognized talents or abilities that I have and have helped me to recognize them as well.  I have come to understand that there is always a reason for where we are called to serve and that we and all of those around us benefit from service we give.  So Brothers and sisters I would remind you, as I sometimes have to remind myself, that you are needed, and when you don’t hold back we are all blessed. 
Elder Maxwell, in speaking of consecration, said, “We may, for instance, have a specific set of skills which we mistakenly come to think we somehow own. If we continue to cling to those more than to God, we are flinching in the face of the consecrating first commandment...  A stumbling block appears when we serve God generously with time and checkbooks but still withhold portions of our inner selves, signifying that we are not yet fully His!”
We know that consecration is a celestial law, and a difficult one to understand and uphold.  But what beautiful images it brings to my mind!  I keep coming back to this picture of a place where we are all working together, everyone is doing their part, everyone is taken care of, and everyone is happy and fulfilled.  I know that this is possible to attain.  I know that when we are all involved, and anxiously engaged, that we are able to reach our individual potential as well as our collective potential.  I truly believe that when we don’t hold back, when we give what we have, especially our time and our talents, we come closer to what our Heavenly Father intends us to be, and closer to what heaven is.




Friday, April 13, 2012

Birthday time with Mickey!

We celebrated D's birthday with Mickey and Minnie Mouse

And the lesser known, but fully entertaining Patrick E. Cake, better known as "Patty Cake"

We sipped lemonade

and took part in a cake decorating contest (although the little kids there, including D, did more taste testing than decorating)


AP's cake was a rendition of Mars' surface, but Patty renamed it the "best ever quacamole and tomato cake"



Happy 4th Birthday Darling D!  You are a ray of sunshine and such a joy to have in our family!

Breakfast at Goofy's Kitchen

The morning before we went home we ate at Goofy's Kitchen.  These pictures are terrible in quality, but memories nonetheless...

Baloo the Bear
Meeting Dale
For some reason D did not like Dale.  He was very friendly with the other characters but crawled under the table when Dale approached him and refused to come out no matter how hard Dale tried to get him to.

Dale came back about 30 minutes later and then D was willing to get a picture with him.

We had to wait for the Chef to come and tell us what was gluten free so we would know what our options were.  We had to wait for about 15 minutes and when Pluto came over he was not happy about it.  He started pounding the utensils on the table, rubbing his tummy, and jumping up and down.  The kids thought it was hilarious.




We all think Aladdin is pretty cool!  Including J, but unfortunately he was left in bed at the hotel.
And I think Mulan is about the coolest female character in Disney stories.  She's strong, compassionate, courageous, and beautiful.  What I didn't realize was how tiny she is.  She was barely taller than AJ!
We finished breakfast with a birthday brownie.  The only candle he blew out this birthday.  I hope all his wishes come true!




Heading Home

 We stayed at the Disneyland hotel in Adventure Tower.  Here are the kids in the courtyard on our way back from Goofy's kitchen.
Our room was in "Adventure" Tower.  AP balanced his puffles on the sign so of course D wanted his newly acquired Perry the Platypus (his chosen souvenir) on the board too.  AJ was rather annoyed by all of this...
 So much so that she refused to be in a picture until puffles were removed.
 Can you believe this traffic?  We got caught behind an accident that kept us standing still for 45 minutes.  J needed a bathroom break and had to climb the very steep hill to get cover.  He said once at the top he literally could not breathe.  I'm just glad he did get his breath back and made it back down the hill ok. AJ tumbled on her way down and ended up with a nice assortment of cuts and scratches.  The boys were very content to hang out in the van and we were mostly grateful to be behind the accident rather than in it.


Disney Trip Day 2

The second day of our trip we left J in bed at the hotel so he could get some rest and headed off.  We were planning to spend the whole day at California adventure until we were almost at the gate and I remembered it doesn't open until later.  So into Disneyland we went again, starting with the rides we hadn't made it onto the day before.  I took D to get fast passes for Thunder Mountain while AJ and AP got in line for Indianna Jones.  It became AJ's "new" favorite ride although the Jungle Cruise is still a close second.  I'm glad they got on it first thing because the line quickly got long.  Then we headed over to Thunder Mountain.  The line wasn't long so we didn't really need our fast pass.  We went through without it and then got right back on.  D loved it!











Then we headed into California Adventure.  Here is King Triton's Carousel.



And Phineas and Ferb live!  D recently discovered this cartoon via Netflicks and it is his new favorite, so we were very excited to see them pull up.  They got a dance party started, but D was too shy to join it.

AJ jumped right in though and after a minute of watching her enjoying herself AP said, "I'm kind of embarrassed, but I know if I don't go out there, I'll regret it."  So he jumped in too!



Grizzly River Run.  A couple more of my favorite pictures.





And the explorer trail.  We ran into the "Up" dog at the entrance and I was a little surprised at how excited D was to see him since he was only a baby when we saw the movie and couldn't possible remember it.  I guess it's just the fact that he loves dogs in general.

I love how much exercise this little area allows!  We climbed around, went on the zipline, and discovered our animal selves in the cave (which is AJ's favorite thing).  AP was an eagle, AJ and I were wolves, and D was a bear.  I thought it was cool that the bear's decription was "strong and loving" since that is what his name means and totally fitting for his personality.
 
This day also ended early for AJ and D.  AJ started feeling achey right around lunchtime.  They went back to the hotel with J after bugsland and dinner, but AP and I hung around so he could go on Tower of Terror.  While he was doing that I watched the Tron dancers.  Pretty awesome!