Thursday, March 31, 2016
It's exciting for 2016. It's going to be an epic year.
I'm selling mostly online these days, but would love to crack into the local market! I'm working hard, Derek is working hard, and I'm certain my house has never been messier. But I love it. It's fun, good work! I'm learning to do things I was afraid to do before. Like stand in FRONT of the camera, or care about my appearance in any way shape or form.
Yes, this whole silly thing is helping me conquer fears. It's a good thing. A busy thing, but a good one!
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Poor boy, his birthday was shortchanged due to rehearsals for our stake Easter Musical, but we did manage a cake and some presents and a rendition of "Happy Birthday" that made him cry.
We love him so. Happy Birthday Freddy!
Friday, December 25, 2015
We had a lovely, quiet Christmas. We did just a few presents, preferring this year instead to "gift" the kids with a mini-vacation, which we'll take over New Years. We had our good friends, the Semeraus over for dinner, and ate tamales and empanadas until we were full to bursting. Then we ate cheesecake. Gluttons, I tell you. But oh my, it was so good. Derek and I cooked all day, and it was worth it. However, there is a reason we only do it once a year.
Saturday, December 5, 2015
This cute tough boy turned five today. His golden birthday! Five on the fifth. Oh Ezra, we love you so.
For his birthday we tried to go bowling, but they had "league" night, so we played at the arcade instead, and Oliver won the jackpot in tickets and we ended up with over 1000 tickets. We had a blast.
At five years old, Ezra:
weighs only 39 pounds. I feed him I swear!
loves super heros and costumes.
is becoming a picky eater.
so loving and sweet, a good big brother.
can have quite the temper.
is just a joy.
Happy Golden Birthday Ezra!
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
For growth purposes, I give you 2014:
It is a pleasure being Henry's mom. He is a good, kind person. He wants to do what's right, and is harder on himself than anyone else is. I get on his case about stuff, but it's all minor in comparison to the GOOD that he is.
Derek surprised him at school with yummy sandwiches and treats. Henry LOVED it. It was fun thing for those boys of mine. Then Texas Roadhouse which is always a fun chaotic adventure. And finally, the whole cake/ice cream/presents thing. He was gifted a camera from his grandparents, which was much wanted and appreciated and some other fun things. Then tonight, a movie with Dad, Spencer and Oliver, then his favorite activity, using his birthday gift card from his OTHER grandparents. (Many pokemon cards are in my future. SIGH.)
We're grateful to be Henry's family, thankful he was willing to come and be first, and blaze this trail of unknown for his siblings. He complains a lot about his brothers, but I know in the end, he has their backs. Happy Birthday Henry! We love you!
Saturday, October 31, 2015
We started our celebrations with story time for the littles with church trunk or treat. It was a carnival first and then the candy. Too much fun was had. Oh my goodness it was so fun for our little people to party with their friends.
You may note that we had TWO Harry Potters. Spencer was supposed to instead be a gold power ranger (which is also what Ezra was), but the night before the party, he confessed that he REALLY wanted to be Harry Potter (this of course infuriated Henry, but whatevs), so we through a costume together. It worked.
Friday was school parties and a parade. The kids had fun, and as a third grade room mom, I just hoped it wasn't a disaster.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
We had a beautiful weekend. Thursday night my parents showed up, Friday my sister Erin and her little guy Levi came, and then we went adventuring. We drove to Vermont where the Ben and Jerry's factory resides.
Bonus points: We ate ice cream for dinner in 40 degrees. Outside.
Saturday was the baptism. We're glad Spencer decided to get baptized. It was a good morning!
Saturday afternoon we went to Manchester in search of Nana, my mom's mom, who had somehow ended up in New Hampshire with her sister, brother-in-law and her friend, from Texas. They had come up from Virginia to leaf-peep and antique. Nana didn't realize how ridiculously close we are, so it was delightful to find her at an antique store.
Extra bonus points: no child of mine broke anything at the very crowded antique store. Be proud.
We had our primary program today, and it was awesome to have my kids' grandparents here to see.
Bonus points: I'm the primary music leader. I didn't cry until the very last song. Go me.
Then we "bent" the Sabbath to have lunch with our favorite leaf-peepers/antiquers before dropping my folks off at the airport. It was so fun.
1,000 extra bonus points: We visited the neatest little aviation museum by the airport. It had flight simulators and and actual cockpit. Very much a highlight.
The weekend was so fun, so busy, and really beautiful. I'm glad we got to be together and celebrate Spencer's baptism, and time together. Loved it.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Well. It seems the trend these days is to not limit screen time for children. "Let them learn to moderate themselves," is the newest parenting battle cry.
Sure. Yeah. Ok.
Look, I get the idea behind not limiting screens as equaling that they learn to limit themselves. I see the really good intentions behind this plan.
But it's absolute bull crap. Utter and complete horse hockey.
Let's be real here. I use my phone a lot. Some for funsies, some for worksies. A lot. I have to, as a 32 year old ADULT, make a conscious effort to not peak at my notifications every five minutes.
It's just too easy.
Also, as a human who has reached full cognitive development, I'm expected to be capable of lots of self-control. Because...adult.
My children on the other hand?
Well. They moderate nothing.
Nothing. They'll happily eat junk non-stop. They'll wear a shirt for days if I don't intervene. They'll screen time until their eyeballs fall out and roll across the floor.
As parents we have a sacred responsibly to prepare these folks for life beyond elementary school.
To prepare them we're teaching them moderation through SETTING LIMITS.
No. You can not have candy. Here is a carrot stick.
No. You may not punch your brother when you are angry. Use words.
No. You may not sneak your tablet and play Minecraft in bed until 10pm. You are now grounded from your tablet for a week.
Allowing children free reign of ANYTHING teaches them not to moderate, but to over-indulge.
Instead, I'm teaching them to set proper limits by setting those limits for them until they gain proper cognitive ability to choose moderation themselves.
Left to their own devices (ha I'm so punny) they don't quit. They just stay glued. For.hours.
So heck yes I'll limit their screen to time, candy intake and general tendency to be gluttonous and slothful. It's my job to teach them what it feels like to constrain one's self. It's my job to help them recognize when enough is enough.
This way when they are 32, they can moderate themselves. Because their parents taught them HOW rather than just expecting that through some sort of miraculous conversion, they'll figure it out on their own.
I know limiting screens can be a battle. It's easier just to let them. Oh yes. I get it. By standing firm, we are showing our children how to use technology responsibly. Through our own example of putting the devices aside they learn to do as we DO as much as what we say.
We need more interaction, more playing outside and more moderation.
And less Mine Craft. Much less of that.
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Sometimes you get THREE days into a new school year when you suddenly realize that you've made a terrible mistake.
Then you send out panicked texts to your husband, shoot off some emails, and three days later, you drop your three oldest kids of at your local elementary school.
I had been trying SO hard to make home schooling work. I completely changed our curriculum, made it all new and interesting.
I'd had niggling doubts for months. I just dismissed those doubts and pushed forward. I pushed. Much pushing.
But, Heavenly Father is wise. He knows I need very clear signs in order to not be stubborn.
So, He sent it, the sign I needed.
In the form of a soul-crushing revelation: I.can.not.do.this.
The baby was screaming, the school aged ones were arguing, the littles were begging for attention. Chaos. And I'm only one tiny person.
I know when I'm beat. And home schooling three at once with three others had me beat.
I quit. Right then. I was done. I kindly, gently let the kids know. Spencer cried. A lot. Henry was pretty sad, and Oliver, in true Oliver form, was thrilled.
Today was their first day. They came home happy. I guess that's a good start!
I'm not eternally linked to public school or home school. I always said I'd do what was best, even if that meant school. For now, that means school.
I thought I'd be heartbroken. I'm definitely sad. I love home school. But mostly, I'm relieved. It's going to be fine.