Monday, July 20, 2009

My Dancers


Thanks for the pics Joyana!

Ah, Youth Conference. Remember those days? When all you looked forward to was the big dance afterwards with the hope that maybe, just maybe, the guy that you've been secretly eyeing all weekend, but of course never actually talked to, might ask you to dance? Hmm. Good times.
The dance at our Stake's YC this year got started a little differently, and I got to be a small part of it. We'll be doing a big Dance Festival next year, so at conference this last weekend, some youth presented a "preview" of what the Festival will be like. There were four dances that a few youth had been preparing for MONTHS, that were presented to all of the youth Friday night. I was asked (still not sure why) to step in for the choreographer of the "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" style dance after she moved a few months ago. Luckily she finished the choreography before she left, because that is not up my alley at all - but I got the fun job of rehearsing with the kids, fine tuning and staging the production, oh - and that little chore of coming up with costumes. That, I could have done without. But thanks to some help from my friend Christy - I think the kids looked great!
And honestly, I am SO proud of them. They all did such a good job on the final performance. I was sitting with a silly little smile on my face the whole 5 minutes and 50 seconds of their dance. Way to go hoe-downers!!!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Az's Determination


Azure just taught herself to ride a two wheel bike this morning.
That girl amazes me. She got it in her head last night that she wanted to learn how to do it, so she got up first thing this morning, skipped breakfast, got dressed, put on her helmet, and was out the door. I bought a little two wheeler at a garage sale a few weeks ago that I've been planning on putting training wheels on for Calvin to ride, but haven't gotten around to that yet. She picked up that bike - sans training wheels - and wobbled her way around the culdesac for a few minutes until she figured it out. No help. No instruction. Just Azure, a bike, and a lot of scary pavement. She's taken a few spills, but nothing that will keep her from getting right back on and practicing some more. I am so proud of that little cutie!
Bella is a little emotional over the fact that Azure can do something that she can't, but she plans to learn quickly tonight with a little bit of help from Dad!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Hurricane Cal

I know it's hard to believe, since he is so sweet and cuddly, and gives the BEST loves ever, but Cal is turning into a real live 2 year old boy. I thought I had seen it all – as Calvin has recently become a walking disaster, but I was wrong. We have encountered the following from Hurricane Calvin, including (but not limited to):
*Dropping his drawers and sheeshing wherever he deems fit.
*Using the entire container to pour a cottage cheese trail across the living room carpet.
*Writing on and ruining pillows, comforters and walls with pens, crayons, markers, makeup – whatever he gets his sneaky little hands on.
*Dumping all the water from the humidifier onto the carpet.
*Sneaking out of the house to pet the neighbor’s dog, while completely stark naked.
*Emptying an entire spray can of sunscreen – just to see it spray. *Smearing a tube of red chapstick on every seat in the van. *Cleaning the bathroom sinks, mirrors, counters and walls with toothpaste.
*Taking a dip in our mud pit of a back yard and "drying off" on the curtains.
*And much, much more.
But yesterday, he surprised even me when he dumped a bag of Cheetos into the girls’ bathwater – while they were washing their hair. FYI: soggy Cheetos stuck in wet, tangled, waist long curly hair is not a pretty picture.
Oh how a little brother’s brain works. Cheetos in the bathtub? Really Cal?

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Freezer Jam

There are few things more Mormon Housewife than making strawberry freezer jam. {making funeral potatoes, strawberry jello salad with sour cream in the middle, and sewing your own curtains are up there too}.
Although I may not love the stereotype - I love the end result. I finally got around to mashing up my cheap strawberries today {yes, bargain shopping makes the MH list as well}.
Hip-hip hooray for freezer jam!

Monday, June 15, 2009

hi little brother


I haven't even seen all of the pictures yet - but Joyanna sent this one of Calvin & I over, and I couldn't wait to share it. I didn't think any of the 'spur of the moment' shots with him would turn out - because he was being such a stinker - but I love this one! (You're amazing Joyanna!!!)

Oh, cute little boys. Every time you tell Calvin "You're going to have a baby brother!" He pumps his fists and shouts "Awe-fum!" Pretty soon that baby he loves to pat and kiss through my tummy will be here, ready to wrestle & join in all of his little boy shenanigans! Just two more months...

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Keeping it Holy

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. Bella’s dance company added a second performance to their recital – to be held on Sunday. I had previously talked to Bella’s teacher about how Sunday is our day for worship, and for family, and explained that she wouldn’t be able to be involved in other dance activities if they were held on Sunday. So, naturally, when she added the second performance she knew, and I confirmed, that Bella wouldn’t make it to that show. I asked if that would throw anything off for the other dancers in the class, or if it would cause any trouble for Bella in class, and she assured me that everything would be fine.

So, last night, we were at the dress rehearsal, and Bella’s class finally came out and ran through their number. They must have had the big stage jitters, because there were lots of girls who forgot the moves, and where they were supposed to be when. The instructor announced that they were going to run it again – which they really needed – and then I saw them take Bella and have her sit behind one of the curtains backstage. I didn’t understand what was going on at first, but then heard someone say that they needed to practice it the “Sunday way”. The only change I could see was that in the section where the girls are holding hands in circles of either 2 or 3, Bella’s group that was 3, now just had the 2 other girls in it. Not a big deal. Bella was visibly distressed by this. She was sitting on the side, watching the other girls do her dance – and I could tell, even from my seat in the audience, that she felt like the outcast. They obviously noticed too, because the teenage stage manager ended up sitting next to Bella with her arm around her until her class was ready to join her offstage.

It was disheartening as a parent to see my child be hurt by a decision that I made, and had talked her into. I was trying to teach her how important we think it is to keep the Sabbath, and live what we believe, but sitting there watching her slumped over and crying, I couldn’t help but second guess our choice. And, it made me wonder if they did this every week in class – where she had to sit out so they could practice without her.

When I was young, I was involved in community theater – and always performed in the Sunday matinee – because they didn’t have a backup for my role. But my family was INCREDIBLY strict about anything else to do with Sunday activities. I think the most active thing we ever did on Sunday was take a family walk. And Dan has many, many stories about how he never played on the league sports teams, even though he was recruited for them, because it would have required him to play on Sundays. I think it was difficult for him at the time – but has it adversely affected him in the long run? I don’t really think so.

I think his mom’s philosophy, and my parents’ as well (minus the allowance for theater – which now that I look back seems totally out of character for them to let me do that), was that if you allow your children to be involved in Sunday activities that are physical, or not with family, or against what we’ve been taught, then they’d be subliminally teaching their kids that what we’re taught at church, what we read in the scriptures, and what the prophets have instructed us, is really not that important, and that we can pick and choose for ourselves what commandments to follow, and to what extent. I’ve always bought into that philosophy as well – but watching Bella struggle last night made me think twice.

On the other hand, OF COURSE – it’s the things that we have to struggle with and through that make us stronger. So maybe, down the road, this will be one of the stories she remembers as a defining moment in her testimony of keeping the Sabbath Day holy, and in turn the importance of living your beliefs.

Or maybe it will be one of the defining moments of why she thinks her mom is a big meanie who didn’t let her do ANYTHING. Could go either way. Your thoughts?

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Google Yourself

Have you ever googled yourself? I was trying to google pictures of my Great Aunt for a little blog tribute to her – and couldn’t find any. I googled her husband, no pics. So I got curious, and did a google image search on myself. There were a few blog things, a couple facebook things, and some pics of crafts, and a pattern that I did for my cuz-in-laws website. Then I got even more curious to see what people could find out about me, so I did just a regular google search for my name, and then my maiden name. Interesting what comes up. Newspaper birth announcements, property records, business profiles, and then something I had totally forgotten about. When I was in high school, we were given an assignment in our English class to write in to a magazine and see if we could get published. I was the only one in class who made it into print. I wish it was for a beautifully written, creative, inspiring article – but really, I was only 15. I wrote in to the magazine I read most at the time “The New Era”, and to the section that I thought I had the best chance of getting published in – the Reader’s Feedback section - and this little snippet showed up on my google search, on the lds.org website in the November 1993 New Era archives. Here it is in all its glory:

A LIFELONG DREAM
I would like to thank you for the article “Monday Is for Abs” in your April 1993 issue. My lifelong dream has been to go on a mission. Although I am only 15 years old, I have been looking forward to this wonderful event for many years. Reading this story reminded me of the many blessings that come from being a missionary. I am extremely grateful for the New Era and all the fantastic articles that have inspired me to serve a mission.
Cumorah Hunt Grants Pass, Oregon

I really did want to serve a mission. I always planned on it. I was dating Dan when I turned 21, and asked him if he would wait for me while I served a mission. He of course told me a big fat no. I was really hurt at the time thinking he didn’t love me enough to wait a year and a half for me so that I could have this great, growing experience. But now, I realize that he loved me enough to tell me the truth. If I had served a mission at that time, we probably wouldn’t have ended up together, and my life would be drastically different. (so scary to think about!) I do still plan on serving a mission, someday, and I’ll get to serve with Dan. How amazing will that be?