Thursday, January 15, 2015

Happy New Year!


2014 was a...year! 
(Still searching for the perfect word to capture all the chaos and craziness)

According to tradition, I am compelled to share the strange and funny sayings heard around this house over the year. As we're getting older, the hilarious observations that come with little kids are less, but by our very natures, we're still weird so we're still writing it down. Here's to another year of laughing at ourselves! 
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Jonah gets out of the car for his early morning class and laments: “Aw, my buns were just getting toasty.” Jen replies: “It’s okay, just carry your toasty buns in your heart all day long.”

Doorbell rings, Jen yells: “If it’s a short guy, tell him Gid can’t play because his eyeballs are contagious!”

Talking about steak Hannah says, “I just don’t like it. It’s like chewing on a hunk of cow.”

Gid has a profound epiphany: “Mom, if I were a frog, I’d have a serious problem” 
Mom: “Oh really?”
Gid: “Yeah, cuz look how short my tongue is!” (sticks out his super short tongue, that could NEVER catch flies)
Mom: “Yup. You’d be dead.”

Gid: “Ew! Curtis your feet smell like bad dreams!”

While helping Gid read the long words during scripture time, Ren tells him: “Just slow down and take it one phoneme at a time.” Does anyone sense the irony?

The day our puppy Mikey got “fixed” Eli asked: “Is Mikey getting his tentacles removed?”

Gid is assigned to write about an invention that will be around when he is a grown-up. He announces: “I’m gonna invent the Puppy Maker 4000! You take a boy dog and a girl dog who haven’t been fixed and you put them in a giant metal box. Then you choose on the panel the number of puppies you want, press a button, wait a day and then you have puppies!”

Jonah: “I like sleep. It’s like a time-machine to my next meal.”

Gid says this about 97% fat-free hot dogs: “They tasted like rotten diapers on a Friday night!”

Mom: “I wish I could lose weight from crying. I’d be sooooo skinny by now!”

After Jen and Hannah give Cody most excellent girl advice he says: “You two are like knives through the butter of my confusion.”

Hannah looking at her smoothie: “It’s like ‘My Little Pony’ in a blender!”

Gid wolfing down a plate of pasta says: “When nooders are on the line, I’m on the move!”

During the week of the twins’ play, fake facial hair was found in random places. Finally Ren decreed: “Sideburns cannot live on the kitchen counter! You must observe proper sideburn storage!”

Jonah: “I am a valuable resource. My demand is high and so’s the supply.”

Cody: “Nobody likes 288. It’s just two gross.”

Cody: “That awkward moment at the feminist picnic when they realize nobody made any sandwiches.” 

Curtis: “What do you call a world leader’s cynical yet funny reaction after he falls into a canyon? Tsar-chasm!”

Jonah: “What do you call a dinosaur that gouges out its eyes? An Oedipus Rex.”

Curtis: “A couple of Smuckers trucks crashed on the highway. It caused quite a jam.”

Zach — A Hunger Games pun: Katniss and Peeta are looking for Finnick. Katniss says, “Where’s Finnick?” Peeta says, “Odair he is.”

Jonah: “How did God part the red sea? Through Os-Moses.”

Have a Punny New Year! (Groan.)

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

The Best Gift of the Year

December 24, 2014

Two months ago I checked my Pink Pad App and saw that "Aunt Flo" was due to come Christmas Day. The thoughts that ran through my head went something like this: "Dang nabbit! Isn't getting ready for Christmas hard enough? Aren't I already an emotional basket case for the entirety of December as it is?" The Christmas season is hard for me. The guilt about that is even harder. I LOVE Christmas and celebrating my Savior's birth. I LOVE the lights and the music and having my house cozy and decorated. I love choosing gifts for my family, paying attention to the little things they say or observing their interests and talents so I can surprise them with something really meaningful. I love wrapping presents and making each one a unique little work of art, matching papers and ribbons and even coordinating the tissue paper inside. I absolutely adore making (and eating) decorated sugar cookies, designing Christmas cards, envisioning and carrying out fun family pictures and then writing a Christmas letter that includes our funny sayings for the year. I love serving people and giving money to the Salvation Army bell ringer at Wal-mart. And I love making handmade gifts: crocheting, sewing, making family calendars, ornaments and every sort of Christmas doodad you could imagine. I love playing all of my Christmas music on the piano and accompanying the church choir for our Christmas service. I just love it all! Hence, the problem. I want it all and I'm very specific and elaborate in my vision of what the perfect Christmas is.  I wonder why reality seems to fall short? (That was sarcasm in case you missed it.) 

I do recognize that I have a problem (that's the first step in recovery for any addiction), but Christmas is so incredibly special, it is really hard to let go of even one of these lovely things. As happens with all irrational behavior and expectations, stubbornly insisting on hanging on to all of the "trappings" comes around to bite me in the end. It all quickly falls apart and I end up exhausted, sick and disillusioned on Christmas morning, wanting so badly to just feel close to my Savior and to radiate His love; but instead, projecting the message to my kids that Christmas is an overwhelming, stressful, guilt-ridden time of year that brings out the worst in their mother.

Over the past several years it has been my mission to change the outcome of my Christmas mania and I have made some progress. I was hopeful coming into this year that it would be even better than ever, until that perky pink app on my phone crushed my hopes with a red circle around the 25th on the calendar. Well, expecting to fail is not the way to go into things and thank heavens I didn't entertain that thought for long. Because of all I've learned in my emotional healing education program, I've been able to diffuse and deal with stresses as they've arisen and arrive here on the morning before Christmas still feeling peaceful and grounded.

One example happened last Sunday -- the day of our Christmas church service. As it happens, I was the organist for our worship service as well as the pianist for the choir and for a small group of women singing in the women's meeting later. I'd prepared and prayed and practiced and arrived at the chapel feeling relaxed and ready. Ironically, I'd even been chatting with the boys in the car on the way over about how much easier it was for me to accompany people now that I'd done so much emotional healing and knew to stay present and grounded when I started to get nervous. How could I tempt fate by making that observation just before it all began?! Well, I did and I soon had to eat my words. As the choir warmed up, I fumbled a little over one of the harder arrangements, which led to feeling a little shaky and making more mistakes, feeling shakier and more worried and...you get the picture. 

I usually use an essential oil blend called Balance in exactly these situations that calms and grounds me, but I didn't have it with me. So, I played the opening hymn and sat through the first part of the service feeling so unsettled and dreading the choir numbers so much that I wanted to cry. During the adminstering of the sacrament I decided the only thing to do was to pray -- really pray and give all of it to Christ. I told God very specifically what I needed to get rid of: fear, frustration, despair, shame, the shakiness and uncertainty and doubting myself; and I asked Him to send it to His Son to be changed into light and peace and confidence and feeling His enabling power filling me up. As I named these things a warmth came into my heart and spread through my body with such love and peace that it was almost tangible. All the negative energy fled as Christ replaced it with His light and power. I could see Him in my mind's eye with His hands on my head and I could almost feel guardian angels surrounding me. My heart nearly overflowed with gratitude! As I played, it wasn't perfect, but it was nearly so and I stayed calm and confident and was able to support the choir who sang beautifully, with angels I'm sure. What an incredible, miraculous blessing!

I've had several such experiences this month, though none quite as profound as what I just described. I've felt so much peace as I've made Christmas preparations. I've felt myself going into the darkness feeling overwhelmed and despairing and I've been able to call on Christ to pull me out and He has. I've been able to let go of some of my perfect visions of Christmas splendor and allow a less perfect but also less stressful version come forward: like when my boys offered to wrap the presents and I let them! They're not the way I would have done it, but they look pretty darn good and I didn't have to wrap all the presents for eight other people (that's an immense amount of wrapping, let me tell you!) Or like the fact that the Christmas cards are going out on Friday, because who wants the fun to end right? I've been led to just the right store and just the right things when I needed to get the shopping done and didn't have any time to spare. I've had ideas come into my mind that were just the right thing for a gift so I didn't have to stress. Each time I've started to feel the tension, I've just said a little prayer and been given a tender mercy that made the path a little smoother.

The point to this musing is my realization that I have been given the greatest gift of Christmas this year: Jesus Christ! It is the atonement of Jesus Christ which allows Him to take on my pain, suffering, frustration, fear and despair. And He doesn't just take all of this, he takes it and replaces it with His peace and His power to climb the mountains I need to climb! My Heavenly Father gave the gift of His beloved Son so that I could travel through the wilderness of this earth life with hope and joy despite the hardship and sorrow. He must love me so much to have been willing to watch Christ endure unimaginable pain and anguish as He completed His mission. And there's no doubt in my mind or heart that Christ loves me with a depth I can't even begin to comprehend. He knows me, because he's taken on all my "stuff" willingly so I don't ever have to walk alone, stumbling along hopeless and lost. He is the gift this Christmas that has made all the difference! I testify that I KNOW He lives! With every fiber of my being I know Him and feel Him with me. Maybe all of the hustle and bustle is here to teach me that what I really want and need is His peace and His love. Well, I'm feeling it now and my heart is happy.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Richard & Evonne: 50 Years and Counting

We celebrated my parents' 50th anniversary a couple of weeks ago -- what a fabulous occasion! I made this slideshow which barely touches their lives, but is fun to watch nonetheless. Enjoy!


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Why I Follow Christ -- Defending My Faith



Why do I follow Christ? What's the point of my Christianity anyway? It's an increasingly unpopular way to live these days and definitely has a million negative stereotypes that have historically been true to one degree or another. 

Am I naive? Fooled by cunning men and propaganda to blindly follow a patriarchal order that is out of touch and refuses to change with the time? No. That's not it at all. 

I don't blindly obey the precepts of a church, I follow Christ, at least I try to. I'm really bad at it sometimes. I do stupid things. I say stupider things. I struggle to incorporate into my life even some of his most basic teachings. "Love one another." Okay. But not the stupid people, right? Especially not the ones who are mean to me or abuse others or are lazy and greedy and selfish, because that would be ridiculous. Or not apparently. 

Something miraculous happens inside of me when despite all logic and reason, I try to love all of God's unlovable children. It changes me. I gain more patience. I gain wisdom. I feel happier. Who knew?! God knew.

It turns out that a lot of the time, I am that unlovable person who really, REALLY needs love and acceptance and gentleness when I really, REALLY don't deserve it. I don't know even know how to get help, so I pray that God will send me help,  someone who is willing to love me despite my being a pathetic human who has made a LOT of mistakes and is kind of prickly and unlovable. I have to hope that another person is trying to heed God's word to "Love one another" because imperfect children are all He has to help His other imperfect children.

So what does this have to do with following Christ? Surely I can love people and not believe in Him, right? I guess you could, but my experience has been that without his power to make me more than I can be on my own, I don't get very far. I do a great deal of trying and failing at what my heart yearns to do until I ask for His help.

He alone was able to overcome every temptation -- including the temptations to scream, "You're all idiots!" at the people He came to love and serve and save, yet they would not listen. He experienced all of the struggles of being a mortal and overcame it all, just so He could reach out His hand and pull me up when I'm crumpled in a heap on the floor, disgusted with myself for being mean and impatient and yelling at my kids again. 

Why?! Why would He even bother? Because in a totally incomprehensible way, He loves me that much. I am His sister and He knew that He was the only one of God's children who could do this for the rest of us. He came to experience this life so He could find the path that I could follow to get home. He doesn't even force me to come, He just holds out a hand and says, "Come follow me."  I don't even remember that "home" but He promises me that is so incredibly more than what I have now and I believe Him. 

Following Him is hard. When I stumble and fall, sometimes I feel so embarrassed or ashamed that I can't seem to keep my feet that I cover it up with anger and yell at Him. "This is the stupidest path!" I cry. "Seriously? Do you see how easy the other way is? This way just makes me feel weak and tired and everybody else can see how bad I am at walking. Especially walking by your side, I can't even begin to measure up! They're all making fun of me and pointing out how hypocritical it is for me to say I follow you, when I can hardly stand." 

Then my brother Jesus smiles and says, "Fear not. Be still and know that I am God. The road is going to get harder so you can become stronger. Don't let go of my hand. If you're holding my hand you can even walk on water if you have to, but you have to keep your eyes on me. I don't care if you stumble and fall, as long as you get up and try again. I'm here as long as you will walk with me. I know the way." This is why I follow Him. 

Because of Him, I like who I am and who I am becoming. Because of Him I can forgive myself and I can even forgive all the stupid people around me who are also falling down all over the place. I can even love them! 

It feels like following Christ is getting to be a pretty unpopular thing in this world, but why? All the things He ever taught would even be considered politically correct. Maybe it's time for us all to forgive each other for being so inadequately human and see the good in our intentions. Giving up on Christ isn't the answer. Without Him, I'd have to put my faith in men, who can fall so easily off that pedestal, or worse, in myself. I like me, but only when I'm holding His hand and walking His path, doing all that I can to be like Him. It's hard, but it's worth it.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Sunday Thoughts: The Parable of the Sleepy Child

Gid the warrior, still learning about life and its lessons
Gid had a personal experience like the ten virgins yesterday. It was the day of his good friend Ben's baptism. Ben specifically invited him and Eli to come, but when the time came to wake up, Gid could NOT wake up. He was cranky and tired and no matter how I coaxed or cajoled, he wouldn't get out of bed. 

I tried to help him understand how we sometimes sacrifice our comfort in order to show other people love and support. I even bribed him with getting a doughnut after the baptism -- knowing that he would be sad to miss it and trying to find an incentive that would speak louder than his bed. Nope. He wasn't having it. 

 I worried because I knew we had to be 15 minutes early as I was playing the piano for the service. Eventually I had to just leave him to his own devices and finish getting myself and Eli ready to go. 

Just as we were about to walk out the door with no sign of Gid, he came upstairs and told us to wait. I was so sad to have to tell him we couldn't. We had to leave then or I wouldn't make it to play the prelude. Eli and I enjoyed the baptism and went out for a doughnut afterward. 

Last night I heard the rest of the story that broke my heart. Gid climbed into my lap and started telling me that he had had a rough day. When I asked him why, he said it all started with us leaving him at home when we went to the baptism. He told me that when we walked out the door he prayed that we would come back and let him get dressed so he could come with us. Sigh. 

I explained to him why I had to leave right then and told him that was why I had tried and tried to get him to wake up earlier. I also told him the parable of the ten virgins and helped him see that he was kind of the like the five virgins who weren't prepared to go into the wedding. They were sad too and wished that someone would come out and get them when they were finally prepared, but it was too late.

I started thinking about this again this morning, feeling so sad that Gid would think to pray, but that he would pray for something that God couldn't answer. I realized that it is important for all of us to understand that God is always there for us, but he won't undo the consequences of the choices we make. He knows that our best learning takes place when we have to suffer a bit for our mistakes. We can't make bad choices and then pray that we don't have to feel the pain of those choices. 

Our works/actions are crucial to how well God can bless us. He wants to bless us! He wants to answer our prayers! But we can't pray for things that go against His law and the way agency works on the earth. We are most certainly saved by Christ's grace, but many of the blessings that happen in this life come from our works. Gid learned this in a hard way yesterday. 

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Gid the Science Kid

What do you do if you're seven years old, home recovering from pink eye, bored and full of energy? You do science experiments of course! Who will want to watch them? Probably just your grandparents and a handful of very patient friends. But they can't watch it unless your mom makes a video, can they? So she does! And it's admittedly kind of longish, but truly devoted fans of Gid the Science Kid won't care, because there is some pretty funny important science going on here!

Well, we're not talking hypothetical here people, this is real life stuff! So, without further ado...I give you...

GID THE SCIENCE KID!



Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Say Merry Christmas with a Funny Quote!


In case we missed you with our letter, or you just want a Christmas giggle, here are the funny quotes from our house this year. Jonah had so many funny texts, he got his own post, see below.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

CHRISTMAS MORNING OBSERVATIONS 2012
Curtis about his new Perplexus: “This thing is so annoyingly awesome!”

Hannah about her super comfy orange blankie: “It’s like laying in a pile of dead bunnies!”

HANNAH LOVIN’ ON HER BROTHERS
“Cody, you handsome hunk of man flesh, would you please bring me the cider?”

“Jonah, stop smelling like a delicious man.”

LIFE FROM CURTIS’ POINT OF VIEW
After checking the pool chemicals which were not balanced; hence, no swimming: “Another day ruined on account of science.”

Curtis’ morning trivia: “Which continent has the largest variety of habitats?”
Eli: “Africa?”
Gid: “Las Vegas?”

RANDOMNESS FROM ELI
“Mom, is Gigi one of my cousins or one of my grandmas?”

(in a wistful voice) “Guys, I really want to go to Nauvoo so I can see the Salt Lake Temple.”

“Gid, your skin feels...
paquonchinatous!”

GIDDINESS FROM GID
To Curtis while riding on his back: “I’ll hold on to your chest hair.”
Curtis: “I don’t have any chest hair.”
Gid: “ALL animals have chest hair!”

Whispered in church: “I’m the bored-est pig in the barnyard.”

After being startled by mom: “Whoa! My heart was beating faster than a chicken!”

When sharing something he wrote with Hannah: “I’ll just read it to you because...uh...
you don’t really know how to read.”

Another conversation with Hannah: 
“Hannah, what is your butt made out of?”
Hannah: “Um...cells?”
Gid: “No, it’s made of beautifulness!”


THE PARENTS
Phonetic silliness: 
Jen to Eli: “That would be re-dickle-ous.”
Eli replies condescendingly: “Mom, it’s not redicklous, it’s re-dick-lee-ous.” Okay then.

Jen: “Gid, do you remember how to spell platypus?”
Gid: “I used to...yesterday.”

Explaining to the little boys why they can’t be homeschooled, Ren asks: “Do you KNOW why we stopped homeschooling?”
Gid: “Cuz we’re facing the facts.” Yup, that says it all.

Jen to Hannah: “You can’t be perfect all the time. If you were, then you would get taken to heaven and I would miss you.”