Pen Pals with Santa

For the last several years, Sydney has left a list of questions for Santa Claus next to the plate of cookies. Santa has always been very kind to answer each and every question.

Dear Santa,

Thank you for coming to our house. We hope you and your reindeer like the treats we laid out. Here are some questions for you:

1.   Do you get treats at EVERY house?

Not every house, but certainly those houses that want to impress me in hopes I will leave more gifts.

2.  Do you have a hot tub to keep you warm?

I got one just this year. Thanks for asking. I look forward to getting home and trying it out.

3.  Do reindeer ever give presents to children?

NEVER!

4.  Have you gained/loss any weight?

I lost weight up to Halloween. Then I gained it all back L

5.  If there is a fire at the bottom of the chimney, how do you get down?

Just pick the lock and come through the front door – No Problem.

6.  Do you always wear your red suit?

One year, I wore my purple suit. Mrs. Claus won’t let me do that again.

7.  Do you get anything for Christmas?

Satisfaction, love and peace!

                Do you r elves get gifts?

                Satisfaction, love and blisters.

8.  How many elfs work at your factory?

I hired 4,263,184 more this year. I now have 46,761,652,176 elfs working for me. Can you imagine what it is like at dinner time? Bedtime?

9.  Do you and Mrs. Clause and the elfs go to church?

Yes. Every week. In fact, I’m speaking in church today. I can’t be late.

10.  What’s your favorite part of Christmas?

Eggnog.

Christmas

foreword:

**there is a funny story about Bryce at the end of the post

**traditions we will be keeping: service chain, Mr. Krueger's Christmas, questions for Santa and socks

Christmas Eve

I think I'm still trying to figure out exactly how we want to do Christmas Eve. Its different every year. Here's a brief recap of our traditions in past years.

2008

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2009

2010

And here's how it went down this year.

After a leisurely morning and lunch, we went downtown to the RoadHome homeless shelter. I think it was an eye-opener for the kids. At first, all we saw were men, but after we entered the building, we saw families with children the same age as our own. We worked in the warehouse, sorting donations. That was an eye-opener for me. They were only keeping new items with tags on them or nice looking men's jeans. Everything else they forwarded to Deseret Industries. They were just already maxed out in storage. The only things worth the limited space were the new things. They info will definitely affect how I donate next year. So, we were there for about an hour and then headed home.

For dinner we had a Bethlehem dinner. My parents did this with us growing up and was a much enjoyed tradition. This is where you prepare a dinner similar to what might have been eaten the night Christ was born. We had fish, rice, cheese, grapes, pomegranite, flat bread, and grapejuice. We ate by candlelight. I also had an oil lantern I thought would work awesome but it didn't work, hardly at all. So we learned that we really should get some better candles and more of them in case of an emergency.

By the end of dinner and clean up, Ster and I were exhausted so forgive me if I forget parts here and there. I do believe we went downstairs and watched "Mr. Krueger's Christmas." That movie is a must for us every Christmas Eve. I love the spirit it sets, the beautiful music and message of love and service. Then we opened sibling gifts. Always great fun. THEN, Ster and I sat on the couch while the kids went crazy around us. This is not a tradition I want to keep but that's the way it happened this year. What can I say? We were tired.

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When we finally plucked ourselves off the couch, we went back to the tree and hung our service chain on it. Our service chain begins the first day of December. Everytime you do something nice for someone else, you get to write it on a strip of paper and add it to the chain. Its really fun and worked really well with our 12 Days of Service activity.

Here are some of my favorite ornaments that make me smile. Santa in a sombrero.

Santa in a kilt

Nativity

Finally, we urged the kids to brush their teeth and get ready for bed and most importantly, find their socks. We don't have store bought or home-made stockings for Santa. We just grab the biggest sock in our drawer. I quite like this tradition. And we lay them out on the table next to the cookies and drink. This year it was left-overs from other goodie plates and egg-nog.

Sydney also always writes a note to Santa. His responses are always AWESOME.

Christmas morning came early and was wonderful. I didn't get many pictures because I was enjoying the moment. We have even less traditions Christmas day. But this Christmas was special because we went to church at 9am. It was perfect. The music was beautiful, the spirit was strong, the family was close. I loved it. The rest of the day was just spent relaxing and enjoying each other.

Bryce would not let go of his peanut M&Ms. His hands were disgusting, but boy, did he love those things.

A funny story about Bryce during church. It was time for the primary kids to sing "Stars Were Gleaming." There are 2 primary pianists. I am one. But we never decided who would play for the musical number. As the kids were filing up, I asked the music director if I was playing and he looked at me like, "Uh, You are, aren't you?" Well, I hadn't brought my book so I ran out the side chapel door and raced all the way down the hall to the primary room, grabbed the music book (gratefully the spare was there) and ran back to the chapel and straight up to the piano. I played, the kids sang and everything was great until the end when I wondered where the heck Bryce was. My top 4 kids were in primary, singing but I didn't even remember putting Bryce down. I had no idea what had happened to him. As the kids filed off the stand, I looked down to our bench, 2nd from the front and there sat Bryce, still as a statue, waiting for me.

temple square

One of my bestest growing up friends came to visit for a week. She lives in Texas with her husband and 4 kids, who all happen to match up exactly with my top 4, except her oldest, who is a boy. We met them for a short time at temple square and enjoyed the lights and nativities. It was freezing but totally worth it. There's never enough time when it comes to decades old friends. I feel like we spent a majority of our time counting kids. Ah Sara. I love that woman. She is the one who made this video with me. She's also the one who came with me to China. I may not have made it up some of the Great Wall of China if it weren't for her.

12 Days of Service

About a week ago I read an article in the newspaper by Jason Wright. You know Jason, right? He wrote "Wednesday Letters" and "Christmas Jars." Anyway, he writes a column for the Deseret News and in this particular articles he suggests doing the 12 Days of Service for the 12 days leading up to Christmas. He goes on to list specific things to do those days. "What a GREAT idea!," I thought. I love the idea and now I don't even have to come up with my own 12 things to do. I just follow his outline. Perfect!
Are you interested? Here's the list:
(I included what I did for each day for no other reason than for personal memories)

On the first day of service, do something unexpected for a family member. Complete their chores without fanfare or offer to do the one thing you know they most dread each day.

(easy for moms, right?)

On the second day of service, do something nice for someone you don’t know. Open a door or pay for a breakfast in the drive-thru. Be creative, but be safe.

(I took the younger 2 kids and one of Rachel's friends to Thanksgiving Point, where we have a family membership and offered to pay for 2 moms and their young daughters, who were the same age as Rachel. They couldn't believe it! It was the best feeling. I think I'll do this more often!!!)

On the third day of service, do something in your community. Visit a nursing home or hospital for a few minutes. Volunteer at a shelter or food bank. Be sure to call ahead and ensure the timing is right for them to put you to work.

(We had to switch this one until the end because of scheduling with the RoadHome, but we are definitely going.)

On the fourth day of service, call or email someone you haven’t communicated with in a long time. What friend or family needs to hear from you? Who needs to be reminded you care?

(phone tag- what can I say. Still need to follow through)

On the fifth day of service, read to a child. Consider calling the nearest elementary school, whether you have children there or not, and offer to read a picture book to a younger class. The looks on their faces will stay with you long after the holidays slide past.

(Rachel and Bryce got an earful from all of us)

On the sixth day of service, take extra time to pray for someone with a specific need. Is your neighbor ill? Is someone from church out of work? Ask God to bless them and make their burdens light, and never underestimate the power of prayer.

(definitely not short on need of someone to pray for)

On the seventh day of service, share your talents. Put on a talent show at home. Call your grandmother and sing over the phone. Write a poem for your teacher. Offer to take Christmas photos of those special friends you know can't afford to have them taken.

(this also happened to be Sterling's bday. Syd organized the kids for a special talent show for their Dad. I took video but don't know when it will ever be posted. Syd and Parker even did a tango.)

On the eighth day of service, do something nice for someone in your ward or stake. Prayerfully identify the need and perform the service as a family, if possible.

(We dropped off doughnuts to someone who we thought would appreciate them)

On the ninth day of service, thank someone for the unnoticed, unheralded things they do. Thank a Sunday School teacher for her lesson. Thank the crosswalk attendant for keeping your children safe. Thank your mother for getting up early and helping you prepare for school.

(is this today? Yesterday was so crazy, I think we're probably behind now.)

On the 10th day of service, pay a specific compliment to someone for a smile, an attitude or a sense of humor. Look someone in the eye and give him a moment to shine. Then repeat as many times as possible throughout the day.

On the 11th day of service, share your testimony with someone about the true meaning of Christmas. Express your love of the Savior and invite someone to share what Christmas means to them too.

On the 12th day of service, sit with your family, no matter how large or small, and review the 11 days. Ask, what do you remember? What would you do differently? Who benefited most from your service: you, your family or the people you served?

So there is the list. I love it because it helps me focus my efforts on something specific. Each morning we read what the service is for that day and look for opportunities all day. Its even better when you have to think about it and plan for it, like serving at the homeless shelter or making a phone call or writing a letter. It has been wonderful to do this as a family. Some days were more gung-ho than others. Some days were full of small and simple experiences. This is definitely a keeper tradition. It has also helped us add to our service chain.

Merry Christmas!!!

Sterling's birthday

Sterling was treated to a delightfully entertaining performance by SC company in our basement for his birthday. If you have never seen SC perform before, its a must see. Sydney and Camille will often tape up posters around the house for performances they have written and practiced. Sometimes we have to pick up tickets and even have reserved seating.

Sterling was definitely in for a treat when we found out SC company was doing a performance in honor of his birthday.

After the performance, Sterling opened his birthday present from his brother, Grady. It is something that will be cherished, loved and well used.

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his and her diary

Men and Women are soooo different. Ster and I talk about it a lot, still trying to figure each other out sometimes and realizing that somethings are just the way we are wired. He sent me this email once and I laughed outloud. It just fit perfectly how differently men and women communicate sometimes.

Disclaimer - this is not about us, its fiction. And we do not have a boat.

HIS AND HER DIARY FORTHE SAME DAY:
Her Diary:
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it. On the way home, I told him thatI loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep- I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

His Diary:
Boat wouldn't start, can't figure out why.

random December happenings

Here are some random things that happened this December. The girls made snowflakes with sparkly glue. They were supposed to be window clings but they didn't work. So we put a string through them and put them on the Christmas tree. They were cute and added a little sparkle and a homemade touch.

Sydney and Camille participated in the Reflections contest at school. The theme was "Diversity is..." I'm sorry I don't have a picture of their submissions but here is a picture of the group of kids that participated. It was a small group this year and rather unorganized. I remind myself, don't complain if you're not willing to get involved yourself. Maybe its time to get involved.

Here's a funny picture of Bryce. I went in to check on him one evening and found him slouching. I'm positive he was laying down earlier. He must be practicing waiting up for Santa.

And this video gives me hope that Sydney and Parker will eventually be friends for longer and longer periods of time. This video is of them performing a Tango they made up and practiced. They had fun and it warmed my heart to see them having fun together.

War Paint

Rachel painted Hash's face the other day with marker. It was awesome. It was also right before the kids came home from school. The house wasn't in the best shape. Neither, apparently, were the kids.

It started thinking about the after school rush that descends on this house, each and every day, without fail.  The after school rush brings with it lots of noise, mess and usually arguing. I usually try my best to clean up the house a bit and have it ready for the onslaught of kids. I make a concerted effort to pick up the floor and clear off the counters to make room for homework and snack. Some days are better than others, as the pictures indicate.

Many days, despite my best efforts, whether I clean or not, the minute the kids rush through the door, its chaos. Backpacks and jackets all over the couch and floor. Papers, folders, notes home and homework are all over the counter. A haphazard display of colored paper.

Then everyone launches into their daily report of how their day was, at the Same Time. Unless the day went bad. Then they sulk and snap at their siblings. Good grief. Can't we all just get along? And there are the days when I have no idea what to serve for snack. Saltine crackers, anyone? Oh, and what about piano practicing and chores on top of homework.  Don't forget the 3rd grade book report projects!

It definitely feels like a War Zone sometimes. Maybe I'd better follow Hash's example and put on some of my own war paint next time.

Generosity with a spouse

This morning in the newspaper was an article titled "Generosity with a spouse key to keeping married parents happy." This is front page, breaking news!!!

This is new research from the National Marriage Project at the University of Virginia. I link to the research at the bottom of the post. The researchers define generosity as "the virtue of giving good things to (one's spouse), freely and abundantly, and encompasses small acts of service..., the expression of affection, displays of respect and a willingness to forgive him/her for mistakes and failings."

So let's translate that, shall we? Generosity can be defined as being nice. And there's the key. Basically, being nice to your spouse keeps your marriage happy. I'm glad that research was done to clarify such a suspicious and elusive conclusion.

Simple, but not easy. Something I know but don't always live by. Time to recommit myself.


Also:
Make of it what you will, but here is the list of the top five for a happy marriage according to the research.
1. sexual satisfaction
2. commitment
3. generosity with spouse
4. positive attitude toward raising children
5. for women: social support - for men: spirituallity in marriage

Isn't that sooo interesting? Do you agree?

newspaper article found HERE
research found HERE. top 5 lists on pages 52-53.

Re-Posted

POWER OF MOMS re-posted this article of mine.

LEFT OVERS

 I sure enjoy this webiste. It has so many resources for moms who are deliberate and determined to be better mothers. I'm honored that they've posted some of the things I've written. You should head over and browse around the site. It would definitely be worth your time!

old pictures

I have too many emails in my inbox. Some of them are from 2007.  Most of those have pictures attached that I've just never downloaded to my computer. So I finally got around to doing that today and look at some of the gems I found.

CLASSIC!!!

These are pictures from a Father/Daughter activity for Activity Days over a year ago. I love them.

What a bunch of clowns.

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Reading list

Sterling is building some beautiful new shelves for me downstairs. I'm so excited. In the meantime, my books and other assorted items are covering the basement floor. I'm hoping everything stays in one corner until we're finished. Camille organized everything into nice tidy piles. But this morning, it looks like several children, ages 4 and 1, went swimming in them this morning.

I have book club tonight. This month we read "Unbroken" by Laura Hillenbrand. May I just say, it was AWESOME!!! I recommend it to anyone. Even Sterling is reading it. Can you believe it? The story is a true life story about a young man, who grew up a hellion and then focused his energy on running. As a record breaking,one-mile runner, his olympic dreams were put hold with the onset of World War II. His story is an amazing tale of survival as he survives his plane going down, sharks and weather in a raft, and POW camps in Japan. It is almost unbelievable what that man went through. Iin fact, I kept saying to Sterling. "I think some of this is made up. This cannot possibly be true. People just don't survive stuff like that. I'm not sure this is real." Its inspiring, that's what it is. Truly a must read.

Here are some of the other books I've been reading.

"Kira-Kira" is a Newberry Award winner. Its about 2 young japanese sisters and their struggles growing up in America where Japanese resentment is still strong post World War II. After reading "Unbroken" that takes on a new weight. Its a nice story but a little depressing. I'm not sure Sydney would enjoy it because its sad and a little slow moving.

"Book of Mormon", cuz its the best book.

"Founding Mothers".  This is the book for the library book club. The last one they chose, "The Last Cowgirl" was an interesting book but the language turned really bad the last 1/4 of the book. Rated R bad. I wouldn't recommend it. But I'm not talking about that book here. "Founding Mothers" I've just started and its a captivating look at the lives of the women who raised and supported the founding fathers. These women were extraordinary.

"Whispered Secret." I've also been reading the Leven Thumps books. I'm not in love with them. They are a little too outlandish for me and I feel like the story could be told in fewer words than 5 long books. I've made it through 3 and honestly, I'm not that compelled to finish the series.

"Midnight Pearls" and "Wild Orchid". These are re-tellings of The Little Mermaid and Mulan. I love fairy tale re-tellings. Love them. And these are good, quick, entertaining reads. Sydney is currently reading "Midnight Pearls" and is really enjoying it. I think she like the love story. :)

"Linger" is the 2nd in a series about werewolves. What can I say? Fantasy, anyone? The whole time I'm reading the first and second books I'm thinking, "Haven't I already read this story?" It kind of feels recycled. Its interesting and I must finish the series because at least its a strong enough story to make me want to know how it turns out, even if I don't think the writing is that great. But I'm weary of the high school/young adult love fest where you can't survive without each other. Life stops and all hell breaks loose if you have to be separated for more than a day. Give me a break. Life is bigger than that. And the protagonist guy is always writing lyrics to songs and sharing them with us. Boring. But, like I said, its a good enough story that I want to know how it turns out.

"Death Cure" is the much anticipated finale to the "Maze Runner" series and it is fantastic. I couldn't stop reading. I read it in 1 1/2 days. My only regret is that I didn't read book 2 before I started book 3. Dashner didn't do much background to catch me up to date so I'm sure I missed out on some of the intensity. But it was awesome. Exactly what any science fiction book should be. LOVED IT!

"Elements of Style" and "Bird by Bird".  The final two are just books about writing and I'm wanting to explore that talent and interest a little. Bless my mom's heart for encouraging and getting me these books for me for my birthday. I'm just now starting to think about opening them. I've scanned through them already and they look fantastic. Much more interesting than I thought they would be.

So there you have. My book list as of late.

Do you have any suggestions I should add?

Thanksgiving

Sterling put the Christmas lights up on Thanksgiving morning. First time in a few years. While he was up there, he looked down into one of our neighbor's yards and saw this....

Oh yeah. That's a major Thanksgiving dinner. Syd and I went over to drop off a few extra chairs they borrowed and get a closer look at the pigs. I love Sydney's face in these pictures.

Back at our home, we were on our own. Mom and Dad went to Ohio to visit Katie and others were with their in-laws. So, for the first time in my life, I cooked a turkey. All by my-big-grown-up-self. And I must say, it turned out AWESOME! Now, listen, we don't need to mention that I had to make twice as many pies. I HAD to because I messed up on the crust the pumpkin pie so they were demoted to banana cream. We had ALL the fixin's. Turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams, green beans, stuffing and rolls. Inside the rolls we found small notes listing things we were thankful for. That was pretty awesome.

After Thanksgiving lunch/dinner was finished, we walked to the school and played wall-ball and played at the playground. It was nice to work off some of the yummy food. Then we returned home and ate our pies. Yum. We also snacked on these cute little turkeys the kids made earlier that day.

Friday, we visited with Sterling's family. We all took a walk along the Jordan River Parkway. Beautiful, even in the winter.

And there you have it. Food, Family and the great outdoors.

A successful holiday weekend.

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critique, please

So I'm looking for some feedback on this story. Anyone, anyone?

“Hey, Mom. Can you sign this paper?” Geoff asked.

“Will you sign this paper,” Mom replied over her shoulder as she stirred the pot on the stove. “Is that what you mean?”

“Yeah, Mom. Will you sign this paper?” he said, impatiently. He was on a mission this Christmas Eve. A secret mission that could possibly lead him to the most important discovery he would ever make thus far in his nine years. He had started to hear rumors that Santa might not be real. He started to wonder, if Santa isn’t real, then who brings the presents? Who eats the cookies and cocoa we leave for him. This year, he was on a mission to find out who Santa really was.

Mom set the spoon down next to the stove and tousled Geoff’s hair with one hand as she took the pen in the other. “What am I signing?” she asked.

“Oh, just a paper. I’m just trying to get as many names as I can,” Geoff responded, already looking for the next person to ask. When his Mom finished, he took the paper to the kitchen table, where Grandma sat, still looking for last-minute deals in the newspaper ads. He sat next to her and pretended to read along. “Hey, Grandma,” he said.

“Geoffrey. I didn’t see you come in,” she said, placing her long, nail-polished finger down on the paper to keep her place. “Give your Gwamma a big hug and a kiss,” she puckered. Geoff leaned over and gave her his best, 9-year-old hug. He tried to pull away before the kiss but Grandma insisted and pulled his head back for a big smooch on the lips.

“Grandma,” Geoff said, quickly brushing his lips with his shirt sleeve, checking for red lipstick. “Would you mind signing this paper? I’m just trying to get everyone’s signature tonight.”

“Well, sure,” she said, carefully mouthing her name as she wrote it. “I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you go grab my purse and find yourself a dime.”

Geoff, grabbed his paper and started to the family room. “And Geoff, don’t forget to grab a penny too, for tithing,” Grandma hollered after him.

Geoff was nodding over his shoulder as he rounded the corner into the family room. The purse was easy to spot, sitting on top of the piano. As he rummaged through the bright blue purse, picking through perfumed hankies, old packs of gum and safety pins, he noticed Grandpa sitting on the couch. He grabbed eleven cents, put the purse back on top of the piano and approached his Grandpa. “Hey-ya, Grandpa,” he said. Grandpa didn’t respond. Geoff moved closer and leaned down to the same level as the Christmas storybook Grandpa was reading and said hello again.

“Geoff!” Grandpa said, with a start. He chuckled to himself and straightened himself up as he reached to turn up his hearing aids. He always turned the volume down at family gatherings because of the constant background noise generated by Geoff’s six siblings. Grandpa patted the cushion next to him and invited Geoff to sit down. “What’s going on, Geoff? Are you excited for Christmas in the morning?”

“Well, yeah. I’m excited. But I was wondering if you could sign this paper.”

Grandpa took the pen and paper and asked, “What is this for?”

“I just want everyone’s names. You know, just for fun. Just to remember who was here for Christmas Eve… and stuff.”

“Looks like you have a good start,” Grandpa said, adding his name to the list.

Geoff gave his Grandpa a hug and continued his hunt to get signatures. He found his older brother downstairs, playing video games and his older sister coming in from last minute shopping. Just before dinner, his Dad came home from work and Geoff was waiting at the door for his signature.

By the time bedtime rolled around, Geoff had signature of everyone in the house who could legibly write. Now, it was time to finish the last and most important part of his preparations. Closing the door to his room, he sat at his desk, turned the paper over and wrote a brief note. He signed his own name and stealthily crept up the stairs. He peeked his head over the banister and saw a flurry of activity. All the adults were busy around the kitchen table, laying out wrapping papers and ribbons. Clutching the letter, Geoff started toward the family room.

“Geoff!” boomed his Dad’s voice. “Where do you think you’re going? We sent you kids to bed 15 minutes ago. Santa will just have to pass over our house if no one ever goes to sleep.”

“OK, Dad. I just want to leave this note for Santa by the cookies. It will just take a minute. Please Dad,” begged Geoff. Dad returned to wrapping the gift in front of him and Geoff took that as permission to continue. After placing the note neatly by the cookies, with a pen angled across the middle of it, Geoff scurried back downstairs. Laying in bed he knew that in the morning all his questions would be answered and the mystery of who Santa really was would be answered in the morning.

Later that night, when all the presents were nestled under the tree and just one cookie was left on the Santa plate, a warm hand picked up Geoff’s note. “Dear Santa,” it read. “Thank you for the presents. I left you a few cookies and a cup of hot chocolate. I hope its still warm. Before you leave, would you mind signing this note? Thanks, Geoff.” The reader turned the paper over and chuckled at the other signatures, all ready to be compared to the last, determining signature.

Rachel's world

Rachel is constantly playing. Usually pretend. And she has to tell me all the time, what she's doing.
"Mom, I'm a dog now." "Mom, now I'm a mermaid and I'm using my heat power." (Have you seen H20 on Netflix? Mermaids have all sorts of powers). But today she said, "Mom, I'm not a dog today. I'm an alien."

It nice to get the play-by-play details of what's going on. Its understandable right? She must know that I can't see this unique world she's created for herself and she just wants to keep me up to date.

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Lately she's found lots of uses for her little blocks. They used to be chickens. I could never figure out if they were cute, little, living chickens or if they were edible, like nuggets, or something. And then she decided they would be fun to slide with on the kitchen floor. So she said, "I'm sliding on my chickens, Mom. Watch me. I'm sliding on my chickens." Very functional chickens, I must say.

She has about 3 or 4 blocks she's been carrying around with her lately. They are her iphone, ipad, ipod and whatever "i" she comes up with. She recently received a toy dog for her birthday that barks and makes slurping noises, like its drinking. The best gift-giver ever, my brother Geoff, gave it to her. As she had the block up to her ear she noticed me watching and said, "What Mom? I'm talking to Geoff on my cell phone." With a roll of her eyes, she put the block/cell phone back to her ear and said, "Yeah, so Geoff. I really like my dog. I want to say thank you."

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Parker gets his bobcat - or whatever

I'm not sure about all this scout stuff. I'm pretty sure my brothers did it and I'm pretty sure my mom was involved. I'm pretty sure my dad and one of my brothers are eagle scouts. I know, for sure, that my husband is an eagle scout. As far as I'm concerned, I think it would be good to keep scouts in the "boys club" and let the fathers take care of it. That never seems to be the case, though.

I'm grateful that Sterling is more than willing to be completely involved. He helped Parker through his first requirements: memorizing the scout oath, promise, motto, etc. We did it for family home evening and now the whole family could probably recite them for you if you pressed us.

Here are a few snapshots of Parker getting his award. (Bobcat? maybe? how does this work again?)
We were instructed to perform "surgery" on him and put the award on upside down until her performed a good deed.

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And now Parker is a freshly decorated cubscout. Let's give him a round of applause! ( I hope you're doing that cubscout style)

Horse play

Sometimes things get a little rowdy around here. I mean, I know I'm supposed to teach my children to respect furniture and take care of things so they'll last and whatnot, but honestly, when I see Parker start running for the couch, put his hands on the armrest and catapult himself in a beautifully executed pike-flip in the air and land softly on the cushions, it takes my breath away. "Wow," I think. "I wish I could do that." And its moments like those that urge me to let the kids get a little rowdy every now and then.

Like the other day, when Rachel and her friend, Eleanor, went cushion back riding. It was adorable. They had their harness and everything. I just couldn't rain on their parade.

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I also like to let Hash experiment with food. This particular evening we were having cous-cous for dinner. Worse than rice, from the messy clean-up perspective, but Hash seemed to enjoy it quite nicely. The key here is to let it dry before you clean it up. Which also involves sending the kids to a different part of the house while it dries. Then you just sweep it up, easy-cheesy.

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And that's how we roll around here. Sometimes I like it a little rowdy.

Light of the World sculpture exhibit

One crisp fall morning, after the kids had all gone to school and Rachel was in Joyschool, Hash and I went to Thanksgiving Point Gardens. It was the last day of their season for the year and I just had to have one more look at the new sculptures. They have a new exhibit called "Light of the World." Its quite impressive. There are to be 14? sculptures, all depicting parts of the life of Christ. The vision is to have them all life size. Right now, only 3 are that big. The rest are smaller, on pedestals, as you can see in the picture below.

They are beautiful and the whole atmosphere is reverent and peaceful. I would even say sacred. We had gone as a family to see the sculptures the Saturday before and I was so taken with them that I went back a few days later and just sat and observed and listened and soaked in the spirit and peace.

The sculpture below is Mary and Martha conversing with Christ. I love his casual, comfortable posture. Do you get the feeling he enjoyed being with good women doing good things? I think he felt the strength and potential of good women who are just trying their best.

I can't wait to go back to the gardens and take it all in some more. Looking at these pictures, I wish I had taken a picture of Christ walking on water. Its the center piece of the exhibit. I'm so impressed and grateful that Thanksgiving Point is adding this to their gardens. I can't think of a more beautiful setting for these sculptures. So, keep this on your calendars, it will be worth waiting for until April.

Millie's 1st grade program

School programs always get me choked up. I'm not sure what it is. It may be becauseI know its a lot of work. It may be the sense of accomplishment and pride I hope the kids feel to see their hardwork pay off. It may be seeing a packed gymnasium, full of people who love and support these cute little kids. It may be seeing my own child as part of a group of peers doing good things. It may be thinking about how fast time flies and how it seems like just yesterday, Sydney was singing these songs.

I don't know all the reasons why, but I get a little teary-eyed every time. Look how adorable my Millie-bell is.

Here's a picture of a good portion of her class.

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 Ahhh. Can't you just feel the love and support these children have?

They sing the same songs every year. This song has been one of the favorites of all my kids. I happen to like it too.

I've been trying to catch up on a few family event type posts but I've put them back where they chronologically belong. Here are the links.

Halloween

Sydney's birthday