Thursday, December 31, 2009
1. Basketball games, soccer games and more basketball games.
2. Kyle finishing up at the "U".
3. Our fabulous beach vacation.
4. Followed by the awful news of loosing a job.
5. Followed by tears and more tears at this.
6. Followed by JUST as many tears from all the good things
that have come from this loss.
7. New baby coming in 2010. (gotcha! just checking to see
if you are REALLY reading!)
8. World record amount of texts sent to and from Grace in a
6 day time period. Hold on to your hats: 4023!
9. Seeing the world through Primary Childrens eyes as I take
on that new challenge. So grateful for wonderful ladies
who stand with me every single day on that.
10. Watching son build and blow up and spear and catapult
and harpoon any given number of things. I have to give
the boy a 10 (on a scale of 1 to 10) for creativity!
11. Having a 16 year old. Which includes things like
driving and dating and kissing, OH MY!
12. Gratitude at God's hand in my family's life, day after
day. Week after week.
13. Seeing it IS possible to survive on practically no
sleep. and endure lots of stress. and LIVE to tell
14. Wondering if Tylenol PM can become addicting?
15. Grateful for good friends.
16. New Moon.
17. Duct Tape Shoes.
18. New Recipes.
19. Didn't kill any house plants (didn't try to grow any
20. Looking forward to what 2010 has to offer.
"In with the new!" Bring it on...
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ
Sunday, December 20, 2009
THANK YOU from the bottom of our hearts for your goodness to us.
and in the immortal words of those dudes from Waynes World:
WE ARE NOT WORTHY! of such kindness...
(it sure feels like it anyway!)
Thank you for making a month that seemed like it would be so very hard to "get through" something instead that has been filled with wonderful surprises that fill our hearts with gratitude.
We feel so unbelievably blessed by those people around us!
so thank you! thank you! thank you!
and AGAIN...thank you!
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Deciding what to add to the house...
A Work In Process
THE WINTER FORMAL
josh & whitney
AWWWWWWWWW! how cute!
CONGRATS Oly Basketball! One of the funnest games I have watched! Josh played for a full quarter and had a superb game! (all the boys did!) Onto Skyline High this Friday!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
MY heart (the one with my name on it) came back to me with:
"you are a POOHEAD sometimes" ... written on it.
It was anybody's guess who had written that to me. (however, it only took ONE guess to isolate the individual).
One of my OTHER children, who felt so badly that someone had been "so mean" to me, grabbed a pen and for the rest of time left wrote little things all over the rest of my heart,
"you are the BEST mom I ever had!" (not shocking really, i mean considering all the other mothers she has had!)
"you are not REALLY a poohead mom!" (well said!)
"you're so so so so so nice mom" (my thoughts EXACTLY!)
"I would never have a different mom ever mom!" (aw shucks! and I would never want you to!)
well, you get the picture.
The fact of the matter is: I AM a poohead sometimes. Especially lately when it feels like the weight of the world is getting heavier upon my shoulders with every passing day. Somedays it drops me to my knees. (thus, turning me into above mentioned "poohead".)
Fortunately, thus far, I have always seemed to find a way back up to continue forward.
So, Dear (Nameless Child): I am sorry that your mom is a PooHead sometimes. Thanks for loving me anyway! MomThank you (with gratitude in my heart) for my little family, and those friends and extended family, who help make my life bearable when I am being a poohead.
And if I've been a PooHead to YOU lately...please forgive me....apparently I am one sometimes!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
even in the midst of trying times in our life...
THIS year i am "thankful" that my two "teenagers" spent 3 whole hours with their family (AKA "us") during the school break.
it was, of course, under great duress and threats of feigned heart failure on the part of their mother. and a few tears. and a little bit of begging. but still, they conceded!
so, this year...i am thankful my teens "choose" to hang w/me for a solid 3 hours.
Josh and Grace, i am thankful for 3 great hours! (and no that is NOT sarcastic).
a just a note for those of you who still have all "young 'uns" at home...that like you. that like to "hang with you"...still.
Please oh please oh please-hold them tight and enjoy every passing moment. they grow up and away far too fast. love them. hold them. hug them. play "tea" with them. and barbies. and Wii. and Lego's. and just enjoy them. :O)
Sunday, November 22, 2009
in our church we have a 3 hour "block" of meetings each Sunday. it is not ironically called THE BLOCK. the meetings consist of one hour of "sacrament meeting" (talks, songs, partaking of the sacrament, aka bread and water, in remembrance of Jesus Christ).
this is followed by Sunday School class (one hour) and then a combination of meetings: Relief Society, Priesthood, Young Mens/Womens--you go where you go next depending on your age group. (sorta)
clear as mud?
if you are really lucky and under the age of 12 you go to a 2 hour "class" called Primary where you basically sing songs, learn about Jesus, have a lesson, sing more songs, well you get the picture.
Even more clear? or even muddier?
i have the good fortune of being the "primary president" in my ward which basically means i herd children for two hours every Sunday while the grown ups get a break. (ok, technically this is NOT TRUE...some weeks, however, it is VERY TRUE.)
in truth, i love it! really, i do! the things they say! the things they do! it is really a fantastic learning experience.
we try and teach the kids to follow Christ's example and have fun and sing and all that jazz.
HOWEVER, i find myself on the opposite side of being a "good example" lately.
It seems that whenever i stand up at the pulpit to speak into the microphone (which by the way is SO LOUD it carries to, oh, say, TEXAS!) i inadvertently blurt out some word that you probably should not say in church.
over a pulpit.
into a really loud microphone.
for example, one week MY Leaders were visiting (making sure things were running smoothly and we were doing a good job.)and i somehow managed to work the word SCHIZOPHRENIC into my vocabulary. I mean, really? i actually said that word in church? over the microphone? Schizophrenic? who says THAT in church? certainly i offended some family dealing with mental illness.
then another week i was whole heartedly, and LOUDLY over that darn microphone again, comparing myself to a NAZI.
again, really? am i trying to get myself released from this calling? again, some Holocaust survivors grandchild probably went home weeping at my bad example. what parent needs to worry that their small child will yell an inappropriate word during the Primary Program when they have MEEEEEEEEE??? I am single handedly taking care of that myself!
and this week, after reprimanding the kids last week about their language in church i practically YELLED the word CRAP! over the mike. (okay, so i DID yell the word CRAP! over the mike)
so for those of you who read my blog, and especially those who leave your children with me each Sunday for two hours, just know that they are getting a word education beyond your wildest dreams. My fear is that each time I utter a stray word, or one slips from between my lips, or i hiccup a word so sublime, someone will start asking for definitions.
So far, no one's asking.
Maybe next years Primary Budget should include a muzzle for me? that would solve a lot of problems!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
me: "wow! really? do you know what it means?"
bompie: "yup, it means disgusting and gross."
me: "can you use it in a sentence?"
bompie: "dads farts smell revolting."
me, seriously giggling.
bompie: "mom, what does 'warship' mean?"
me: "well, you know like in a war when people are fighting and there is a ship helping with fighting, that is a warship." (i sorta fumbled on that explanation, i know!)
bompie, puzzled look on her face: "hmmmm, well we talked about it at church today."
me, even MORE puzzled: "you talked about WARSHIPS at church today? what were you talking about?"
bompie: "well, it was about warships and God."
moment of silence...
light clicks on...
me: "OHHHHHHHH! you mean WORSHIP? like WORSHIPPING God?"
me, thinking of all the other "utah" words like carn (corn)
and Lard (Lord)and "LIAR" (lawyer) and "window SEAL" (window SILL).
i guess i can now i can add WARSHIP (worship) to the list of mispronounced "utah-ese".
Friday, November 13, 2009
Enjoy and you're welcome!
He has ALREADY been asked to the NEXT dance.
sometime in December.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
i just feel compelled to write my experiences, so that (hopefully) someday when we complete the journey, i have documentation to look back upon.
i am a "wordy" person and this is my outlet.
sometimes, it is too painful to type what i am feeling (but i do!) and sometimes it is immensely personal (and STILL i do). Type, that is.
This past week after the hustle and bustle of getting the kids up, and ready, and gone, for another day of school-- i found myself alone in the quiet of my home and sighed *a deep sigh* and gathered myself together to face another day.
the south wind was blowing, the temperatures were mild for November. the leaves, orange and red and yellow, were blowing across my lawn in miniature whirlwinds. lifting off of the ground and resettling elsewhere, no thought given to their journey.
i stood in my front doorway, the wind gently blowing across my face and lifting my hair, and a heaviness filled my heart that no wind could blow away. i felt lonely and frightened and sad and vulnerable. i wanted to somehow telepathically send out a message to someone, somewhere.
i NEEDED to know that someone cared. (sometimes, you just do.)
Please, i said. and then i let the thought blow from my heart and across the yard, into the wind, and i shut the door.
i continued on with my day, actually forgetting my moment of sadness, and that little thought as it went scurrying on its way.
my doorbell rang well into the afternoon and there stood a friend. dt. dr pepper and cookie in hand.
"i was thinking about you today," was all she said.
they were beautiful words to hear. it was enough.
my cup was filled.
a while later, someone called. a trip to Costco was in their future and did i need any "little old thing?"
milk would be great, after all i do live with "Mr. I Can Drink One Gallon of Milk A Day" boy.
a gallon of milk would be great. thank you very much.
now my cup was topped off, milk will do that.
even later still, my doorbell rang again (believe me ladies and gentlemen--this is NOT a common occurrence at my house.)
someone stood there, bearing a gift that defies description.
and i won't describe it because i don't want to embarrass them (not that they read my blog--they do NOT!) and i am still a bit overwhelmed by it anyway.
they loved us and were thinking about us. i set the gift on the table and stared at it for a while. my heart was very full. my cup even fuller now, in fact over flowing.
somehow, somewhere, someone heard the plea of my heart and not once, not twice, but THREE times that plea was answered that day.
i like to think that God heard it. i like to think that 3 people listened to His promptings to love me that day when the wind carried my prayer away.
i like to think that i am one blessed lady.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
It is supposed to take place on Monday evenings. An event where one gathers together the family to have a lesson on a gospel principle (faith, charity, etc.), sing a song or two, and if you're REALLY lucky--have a treat. It usually opens and closes with a prayer to set the mood.
how it GOES in MY house....
grace prepared a lesson on GRATITUDE (good choice for the month of November and upcoming Thanksgiving).
the opening song is sung in 3 different keys with an occasional person (josh) quacking in some variant high pitched "duck" voice...singing every 4th word REALLY high.
instead of "setting a mood" we are all giggling by the end of "I Am A Child of God." (quack quack)
We are trying not to giggle through the opening prayer.
An opening prayer is given.
Grace starts into her "lesson" (mind you this is about a 2 minute affair in our home).
Eliza is mad and refusing to be "grateful" for anything.
Olivia is reading a creepy Halloween story during the lesson.
Josh is threatening to water board Eliza is she doesn't quit being so grumpy.
Kyle somehow shares a story about using an outhouse all week during his latest unemployment job...we claim he should be GRATEFUL he is not a WOMAN using an outhouse all week. It is way worse to be a WOMAN than a MAN using an outhouse, trust me on this one!
Grace laughs so hard she snorts.
Josh tackles Eliza, wraps in her a blanket, and a headlock, and begins to explain the water boarding procedure to her.
He then gives her the mother of all wedgies.
Eliza runs from the room in tears, permanently damaged from the teasing of her brother....calling him mean names.
We sing a closing song, say a closing prayer and survived another Family Home Evening.
Not sure we learned a blessed thing~
Unless you can count what Josh taught us about water boarding?
If so, then we're good~
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Lizzie Jane will be sporting all PINK
And Joshua will be attending the
Oly High "Monster Mash"
(another dance, another girl--i am
still trying to figure out how the "girlfriend"
is OK with the fact they are NOT
going with each other?!)
Don't worry Grace has plans too,
too many to name.
Stay tuned for the weekend update.
I promise to add photos for the grandparents!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
but they do, they do! Read on, I promise you they do!
Last week, my hope faltered. It diminished. It downright fell off of a cliff.
Here's the 'nitty gritty' of it (say that in your BEST Jack Black "Nacho Libre" voice....and if you have not seen the movie and are feeling like something silly, go rent it!)
for EVERY job that my husband applies for there are probably 500 (or MORE) qualified people applying for the same job. He has a college degree and 20 years of business experience. He has had a few interviews, and a few offers. All with salaries LESS than he made when we were first married. Jobs we have had to turn down as they would not even pay our mortgage every month. We figure jobs in HIS "old when he had a job" salary range are being offered to people with even MORE experience and Masters Degrees. That is the cold hard fact of our economy and job market right now.
Believe me when I say to you "YOU DO NOT WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO LOOSE HIS JOB RIGHT NOW!"
Well, after a long discussion last week about "life"(that was not the most pleasant of my life...although I will proudly admit after 18 years of marriage there is not much yelling anymore, just a lot of disagreeing.) Kyle had a few reminders for me.
Kyle will proudly call himself a "hopeful" person. He believes that, in the end, most things generally work out.
Let's just say I have a much harder time with all that "hope" crap and pretty much like to "see it" to believe it.
I know what you're thinking and you're right, HE (as in my husband)is usually right in the end.
Things, USUALLY, have a way of working themselves out.
So what does all this hope and unemployment talk have to do with infertility.
As Kyle so kindly reminded me in a late night email (sent from the basement computer to my computer upstairs--as he had banished himself to a night on the couch to let me simmer and I had 2 small girls in my bed since they were the only warm bodies I was letting near me for one night!)
The THING he reminded me was about a time 17 years ago, when we had no children and were having a hard time getting a single one here!
We experienced a stillborn son and then 2 miscarriages before we ever had Josh. Talk about devastation (at the time)! Talk about heartbreak! Talk about loss of hope for birthing a living child. If you look at us NOW, however, you would never know that before 4 wonderful children came many moments of doubt, discouragement, and heartbreak.
We wondered if we would EVER hold a child in our arms that was alive and well.
But, you can see by our tall, vibrant, noisy brood that God did work in mysterious way and after years of heartbreak and pain, we were blessed with 4 babies. Alive and kicking!(there were years in between each child that were hard too--but still the babies came!)
So my VERY long winded point to this post is... (the one my husband made to me)
...is that while we cannot SEE or taste or feel the end result (when, where, and how he will find gainful employment) that there are MANY instances in our PAST that should lead us to HAVE HOPE and carry on.
We did not know HOW, or WHEN, or IF children would bless our home. But they did. It took a while, it took Doctors and tests, and medicines to make it happen.
It took many months of ups and downs, heartache and despair, hope and prayers, to make that dream happen.
BUT, it did.
He (my kind, patient, hopeful husband) assures me that just as with infertility, if we persevere long enough and continue forward, our efforts will be blessed and a job will come.
It will come kicking, and screaming, and with much joy into our lives.
And just as with our children, who took a lot of work to get here...the "new job" will be savoured just a little bit more. It will be appreciated, and gratitude will fill our hearts for an opportunity to get up each day and go to work.
For all those who have listened to MY ups and downs, most of all my husband and children, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
I am grateful for kids who have not complained (literally!) ONE TIME about the sacrifices they have had to make, the things they have given up, during this season of our lives. I keep waiting for a tear, or gripe, about something (ANYTHING!) and it has yet to come.
So, thank you Kyle and Josh and Grace and Eliza and Olivia. My literal, living, breathing examples of what can come from hope not lost.
This post is for all of you.
I love you.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
to see if he had grown at all.
one more FULL INCH in the last 9 months.
that puts him just shy of 6'5".
seriously, the kid is STILL growing.
do church pants come in a 38" inseam?
POST EDIT: my mother just had to inform me that there are 6'7" genes on her side of the family. Well, we're off and running then. What if Josh marries a really tall girl? How tall will THERE children be? EEK!