Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sweet Husband

So I had a conversation with my sister and one of our YSA's on Sunday about couples that we would love to be like someday. We realized that we are all secretly jealous of those ladies who have husbands who refer to them as "my Sweet Wife", and who call them things like Sweetheart, My Love, Dear, Sugar-Pie, Honey-Bun, etc. etc. We are also jealous of those same ladies who's husbands don't mind a good "in public" cuddle, and who's husbands reach for their wife's hand to hold for no other reason than that he likes the warmth of her hand in his.
I am in no way resentful of my hubbie, who does, nearly always refer to me as "Babe." And I love that. If I ever hear him call me Cumorah - it's generally because something is wrong, or I'm down in the basement and I haven't heard him calling for Babe the last three times.
He is, however, not a hand-holder, or publicly affectionate ...which truthfully, were never things that made the several Qualities I want in a Husband lists that I slaved over as a Laurel. In the grand scheme of all the things that are WONDERFUL about him, I know I am a lucky, lucky woman and shouldn't wish for more. But of course...that's human nature right. Give me MORE!!!
So here comes the experiment. I decided during this conversation with Lia and Ashley, that from here on out - when I talk to people about Dan - I will refer to him as "My Sweet Husband" - and I will reach for his hand, and I will give him a good cuddle in public...and I will love it. He may not love it quite as much as me...but at least he will know that I adore him - at all times - even when we're not in the comfort of our own home. And maybe, just maybe, those things will rub off on him, and there will come a day when people will look at us, that cute little grey-haired couple , holding hands as they amble down the hall at church (or along the beach), and wish that they could someday have a relationship like that.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Lonely Skeleton

While Azure was home from school last week with H1N1, I worked with her on her first book. She wrote the story (well, she told me the story & I wrote it down), she drew the pictures, and I just finished putting it together. Of course, I think it's super cute, and I'm sooooo proud of her! If you click on the picture below, you should be able to read it all. Enjoy! Just realized that you can't really read the story from the picture of the here's the text:
Once upon a time
there was a little skeleton
who was really lonely.
He was sitting outside
by himself one day,
when a family (who was
on a walk) came by his tunnel.
The two little girls, Azure and Bella, asked him why he was so sad.
“I’m all alone.” he said.
They asked their mom if he could come home with them to play.
“Sure.” said the mom. “We’d love to have Skeleton come play!”
Skeleton was so happy!
He stayed at their house for 2 whole days!
He ate a lot of juice and food.
It was the juice and food
for Bella’s lunch.
The mom said:
“Now we have to go shopping!
There is no more
food and juice for lunch!”
The mom took Skeleton, Azure,
Bella, Calvin and baby Emmett
to the store
to buy more food and juice.
Everyone got to pick out their
favorite things.
Bella picked honey and butter sandwiches. Azure picked donuts and cookies. Calvin picked pizza. Baby Emmett picked milk (because that's all he eats). And Skeleton picked a huge, long sandwich with pickles on it.
They had enough food
for a big feast.
So they had one!
They invited all of their friends,
and Skeleton invited
all the monsters he knew.
A zombie mom, a three eye-balled head monster, a trash monster,
a giant green monster,
and a towel monster
all came to the feast.
They ate the honey & butter
sandwiches, the donuts & cookies, the pizza, the milk and the huge long sandwich with pickles on it.
And they danced,
and laughed, and
Skeleton wasn’t lonely anymore,
Now we have to go shopping AGAIN!

Friday, October 23, 2009

Becki's Parable

My friend Becki - who is the AMAZING mother to 6 gorgeous kids, posted this beautiful, simple and perspective changing experience on her blog...I loved it so much - I thought I'd share it with you.
The other day I was coveting my neighbors lawn,which is the most PERFECT patch of grass I have ever seen.Maybe it has something to do with him mowing it every other day, using scissors to trim the strays, fertilizing it weekly and observing it each night.(mind you he is a retired gentleman).I thought, "Why the heck does my grass look all splotchy and not perfect like his?"So I walked on over and said, "Tell me your secret, how, how, HOW do you do it?"
He smiled at me and said, "I am raising grass, you are raising children."
I thought, he is right.
For such a short time,I won't have perfect grass, but I will have happy children prancing all over it.I won't have clean walls, but I will have children wiping their messy hands all over it.
I won't have clean glass doors or windows, but I will have my children's eager faces pushed against them, awaiting the arrival of their daddy after a long days work.
So suddenly I realize I do like my imperfect grass because it means I am raising children and the time will come when I will miss that. So thank you my perfectly-perfect grass loving neighbor for sharing your secret. Devote your time and energy to what you are raising and the outcome will be wonderful.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009


I keep thinking that I'm going to sit and write a fabulous and witty review of my favorite new telivision show...but it just hasn't happened. So instead, I will just tell you that I am LOVING Glee. There's just something about show choir that makes my little nerdy heart sing. It's not exactly a family show - there are lots of snippets about teenage hormonal trials - but the music (ah the music!) is fabulous.

I record it, and then let my kids watch the performance pieces the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that...and they love it, and they memorize the songs, and we have spontaneous dance parties...and I love those moments...because I'm not thinking about all the laundry I have to fold, or the dust bunnies I need to chase down...I'm just laughing and singing and dancing with the people I love most...and it makes me LOVE being a mom.

So, in Glee and you'll be a better mom. (not that you're a bad mom to start with - but that's a great reason to make your husband relinquish the remote control to you for the night.)

And if you want to get a taste of what you're in for -check this out:

Oh yeah, it's on Fox on Wednesday nights at 8pm. Enjoy!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Two Thumbs Way Down

I just took all of my kids to go see what I thought was going to be a great, fun, creative kids' movie about a little boy with a lot of imagination. But Where the Wild Things Are was none of those things. I am seriously ticked at myself that I didn't do a little more research first - and ended up waisting my money and time - while I tried to keep my kids entertained during an incredibly depressing and boring movie that was NOT meant for kids.
I think of Maurice Sendak's famous book as being about an imaginitive, and a little unruly, boy who creates an intriguing alternate reality for himself as an escape. In the movie - the boy is an odd kid with lots of issues, who runs away from home after throwing a tantrum that included him biting his mom. His running ends when he stumbles upon an island of monsters who he convinces not to eat him. The boy spends the rest of the movie discovering that these depressed, angry, and shallow creatures live just as sad and crappy a life as he does - so he ends up going back home.
It was glacier paced, and dark. Not uplifting, interesting, inspiring or entertaining in the slightest. My girls were scared, Calvin was rolling around in the aisle - but stopped long enough to mimic some of the main character's extremely loud tantrums, the baby woke up crying towards the end. I really wanted to pack up the whole crew and leave halfway through --- but I kept thinking that the movie would get better when the boy returned home - and that the ending would save it. I was wrong. No further exploration of that part of the story than his mom giving him a hug and watching him eat a bowl of soup.
That's two hours I will never get back. Spare yourself the boredom, and keep your money. So not worth it!!!