Thursday, February 28, 2008

Nat and dog


Natalie has a favorite dog. A stuffed animal. She takes it everywhere with her. He doesn't have a name...just doggie. She takes it for rides in the stroller. She takes it for rides in the basket on her scooter. She gives him tastes of what she is eating because he is hungry. She talks to him. And lately, she has started to feed the doggie...like I feed James.

We had just gotten back into the car and I had to feed James before we continued on our way. I covered up and was feeding him in the front seat. Natalie said that doggie was hungry too. She covered herself and doggie up with a blanket and proceeded to feed him too. He ate a lot faster than James did.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

The Sweeter Side

Some of the sweet stuff that I've heard and seen lately:

Andrew: "I wuv pwaying wif you mom."

Andrew: "I want to tell you a secret..." (And his favorite secret these days is "maybe we can go to Disneywand tomorrow!")

Andrew got into the car after preschool and rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out a cracker sandwich and said, "Natowee, this cwacker is for you!" He had brought an extra cracker from their snack time for her.

Andrew: "mom, thanks for making potatoes for me." Said after he has thrown a fit for at least 20 minutes and refused to eat the potatoes and then is having a hard time getting the fork with the minuscule piece of potato on it into his mouth.

Kids walking in parking lot holding hands--each with sunglasses on.

The other day Natalie asked me where her sunglasses are--they were on her head.

Andrew and Natalie: "I wuv you mom."

Monday, February 18, 2008

Reflections of Christ

Wow. We met John's parents and some sisters and their families at the Mesa Temple visitor's center to see the Reflections of Christ exhibit. A photographer from Mesa took actual pictures of scenes from Christ's life using actors from the Easter pageant. The documentary film explains how much prayer and thought went into each photo shoot. I had heard it was a moving exhibit, but I was unprepared for the wave of emotion I felt as we walked into the exhibit and viewed the photos. It was amazing. Everybody should see this exhibit...nativity scene, Jesus getting baptized, angels at Christ's birth, healing a blind man, the resurrection, the Ascension, Gethsemane...

So moving and so beautiful.

Lost in Translation

On the way home from church I told Andrew that I had "poked my head in" during Primary and saw him singing Scripture Power. There was silence after I said that and then in a confused, questioning voice Andrew asked:

"Poke your head in?"

Oh, I've laughed a lot about that one.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

4 months old

I'm constantly amazed that with every child, my love expands to the new one. When Natalie was born, I wondered how I could love anyone else after Andrew. But my heart just enveloped her and her little personality.

And here is my newest one. Wow, do I love him. That smile just melts my heart. He is such a responsive little guy. I was sitting in front in Relief Society with James in my lap. I raised my hand and commented on the lesson and everybody started laughing. If my comment had been funny, I wouldn't have thought twice, but my comment was not meant to be funny. So I had a moment where I went through what I had said, what could be in my teeth, is my skirt up farther than I thought...And somebody sensing my confusion pointed to James. Every time I said something, he would break into a HUGE grin. And everybody was laughing at him. Phew!

What a cutie.

Now, I just wish my patience would grow like my love does!

They look so cute when they're asleep

Some days are better than others and the last few days have not been some of our best. But it's hard to remember any of the difficult times when you tiptoe into your kids' bedrooms at night and see them sleeping.

It was especially tender to see that Andrew had set up a pillow for his zebra Zzzzs.

And little Miss Natalie is always all over in her bed. I have no idea how she gets her legs out of this position during the night, but she always does and we never hear a peep from her.


Catch up

A few things that have happened the last few weeks:

1) Andrew's field trip to the fire station. He was pretty excited about it.

Here is Andrew watching the fire truck leave the station. He has his hand in "excited" mode.

2) Natalie's friend Nora came over to play. I had as much fun as they did...dressing up, playing with dolls. They were so cute. I LOVE having a girl!




3) On Saturday, Feb 9th, a family in our ward brought back a truckful of snow and dumped it in the park. The kids loved it.
Love that the moms are all enjoying the sun in the background.

Even though it was about 70 degrees out, James was prepared for the snow.
My kids loved playing in the snow, but I think when it came right down to it, eating it was better. Kind of gross.


4) I turned 34. I'm almost 40!! John made a great breakfast, went to lunch with fun friends. It was a nice day.
Helping make the cake.

Helping to open the gifts. Yes those are Christmas trees on the wrapping paper.
Helping to frost the cake.Really, can I ever get a picture of Andrew with his pants ON?

5) Happy Valentine's Day! We had a fun lunch at the Stratford's. This is the only picture I got of my kids in their V-day clothes. Dirty faces, crazy hair and crying babies.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Always carry a key...

Last night I went to book club, stayed a while and talked and got home at about 10:30pm. I pulled my car into the garage, got out, walked up to the door that we only lock when we go to bed that leads from the garage to the house, turned the handle.....it was locked.

And I don't carry a key.

Don't ask me why I don't carry a key. I just don't. I should. It would have been helpful when we got locked out and John ended up accidentally breaking a window to get in.

But it was only 10:30, so I went to the front door and rang the doorbell. And knocked. And rang the doorbell. And knocked. Nothing. Not a stir from inside the house. So I called our house from my cell phone. It rang, and rang, and rang. Nobody answered. So I called again. And again. And again.

I was getting nervous now. But...we keep a spare. I went to where we keep the spare. It was a very dark night and I couldn't see the key. So I felt around with my fingers. Nothing. Where was the spare?!

So, I went back to the front door. Knocking. Calling. Ringing the doorbell. Sometimes all at once. I even started kicking the door--partly out of desperation and partly just because it was louder. Nothing.

I was really starting to get nervous by now. I figured I could just sleep in the car, but I was really worried about the baby. If John couldn't hear me, how in the world would he hear little James when he woke up. And he would almost certainly wake up.

I checked for the spare again. Still nothing.

I got back into my car and pressed the button that turns on the panic horn. I was so nervous I would wake the neighbors (it was now after 11pm), but I was certain John would hear this. I did it and then called. Horn then phone. Horn and phone together. Horn and phone. Horn and phone. It was so loud, my ears were hurting. But still nothing from inside.

I started wondering if John was ok. Had he slipped and hurt himself; was he lying on the floor unconscious? Why else could he not hear me? He is the self-claimed light sleeper. He wakes up at the slightest noise (unless it is a baby or child screaming or crying) and at the slightest light.

Back to the front door, etc. Still nothing. Now it is 11:45. I have been at this for over an hour. I'm crying, I'm praying, I'm worried about the baby. As I call again I suddenly realize that the phone lights up. Wait a minute....I use the phone as a flashlight to check for the spare key. Don't see it where it normally is, but I move a little debris and there it is!!

I open the door and walk in...at midnight. An hour and a half trying to get someone's attention. I walk upstairs wondering what I am going to find. Our bedroom doors are shut. I open them. It is very dark, but by the light from the hall I see that John is out cold. Not unconscious, but in a deep sleep in our comfortable bed. Earplugs in, ceiling fan on, upright fan on loudest setting. He couldn't hear anything.

I was frustrated, tired, maybe even a little upset. But I didn't wake him. I figured what was done was done and I didn't need to ruin his sleep too.

But I did tell him this morning...

And found out he went to bed early because he had a big meeting today and really needed a good night's sleep. And he felt really bad about locking me out. But I guess I should just carry a key.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Political rantings

I care much too much about politics. And tonight I'm watching the news through the cracks in my hand held over my face. I can't stay away from it, but I can hardly watch the news because I don't like what I am seeing.

To me, the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence are inspired documents--the men who wrote and shaped them were directed, led and inspired by God. I value and treasure the freedoms I enjoy daily because of the inspired words and ideas of these documents.

Such as:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the consent of the governed. (Declaration of Independence)


Or this one: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances (1st Amendment)

I believe in the idea that our founding fathers had--that the power lies in the people and that any power held by the "government" is given to it by the people. In fact, many of the founding fathers were concerned about conceding any individual rights/power to a federal government. Of course I want to give power to the government to raise up armies to protect the nation. I am willing to pay the government to provide fire service, police protection, and even to make the city where I live look beautiful with trees, grass (a little bit here in good ol' AZ) and parks.

But my skin starts to itch and the hair on my neck stands straight up when I hear politicians promising that the government will take care of every problem I have or may ever have. Are they saying that the government can solve all my problems? That a government program can help me to have more patience with my three little ones or give me more energy so that I can do the best I can each day to provide fun, positive, learning experiences for my kids? That I am not capable of getting through hard times without help from the government?

I know that many people seem to feel like life is very hard for them. And I know that although I have my pity-party moments when life can feel hard for me too, I do feel very blessed with a nice home, a good husband, a safe neighborhood, an education, a strong moral code, even a mom and dad that are still happily married, and I guess the list could go on. But how can the government be the answer to hard things? How can people feel inspired by someone who is saying, "I know you can't do it on your own and you don't have to...give us your money and the ok, and we'll do everything for you?"

To me, the inspiring thing to hear is, "You can do it. You live in a land of unlimited opportunities. There is nothing that you can't do if you set your mind to it. Hard things will not get in your way, they will make you stronger, more compassionate. You will have a unique perspective because of your difficult experiences. And I will make sure the government does not get in your way. A large government can never make as good decisions for you as you can make for yourself. And as you become more compassionate through your struggles, look around and help your neighbor if you see that he or she is in need of a helping hand."

It seems that the "populist" rhetoric is sounding pretty good to a lot of people during these primaries. People like hearing that the government will "tax the rich" or make sure they never have to pay a mortgage payment again. They like feeling that they don't have to do it "alone." And these "populists" are viewed as compassionate. But how can somebody really be generous or compassionate with somebody else's money? And isn't that what money from taxpayers is? Isn't it my money and your money? I really enjoyed this account. I feel that we are slowly inching away from feeling any individual responsibility for helping those in need because we expect that the government will take care of everyone. And those who receive help from the government are starting to feel entitled to that help; are becoming dependent on that help; and are missing out on the feeling of gratitude for the help because the faces of all the donors (the taxpayers) are hidden behind the government label. People forget that somebody...not the government...is paying for all the programs.

Aside from the issue of the money spent, it is the entitlement mentality that is slowly eroding the character of the current generations (yes, me included!) It seems that those of us living in the United States feel that we should be entitled to happiness, ease of living, cable tv, high speed internet, and did I mention happiness? And hard work has been erased from the definition of happiness.

I love to read. And many of the books I am drawn to and think about over and over again are those in which the main character does not have an ideal life. In fact, life is really hard. By today's standards, the character should need years of therapy to overcome the hardships he or she had to deal with. However, in these books, it is the hard experiences of life that result in the success and the formation of character.

For example, in "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" (SPOILER warning if you haven't read the book) the main character grows up in poverty in New York. She has to fight for an education, her father is a drunk, she goes to work at an early age. It seems that life is not fair to her (it seems that her situation is a hard one). However, she works hard, her experiences give her a unique writing style and material to write about, she learns many valuable things from her mother who taught her to work and save money, and even from her father who really loved and understood her in his own way, and in the end her success is even more sweet because of what she has been through to get there.

Do we want to be robbed of that feeling of real success? Because I believe that is what happens when the government steps in and tries to "fix" all your problems and hard things.

Also, in "Team of Rivals" which is a biography of Abraham Lincoln, we read about the men who were competing with Lincoln for the Republican nomination and then later became members of Lincoln's cabinet. All of them had experienced very hard things in their lives, including always the death of at least one person very close to them. Lincoln lived in poverty and he lost his mother, his sister, a woman he probably would have married and children. He had a poor relationship with his father and his wife had some pretty major issues as well. But Lincoln, the amazing leader, scholar, person of great compassion was created by each of his difficult experiences. Would we dare rob him of any of his hard things? Because maybe he would not have been fit for the great responsibility he had to hold this country together while ridding it of slavery if he had not had each of his difficult experiences.

As I stood in line today to vote, I looked around at the people waiting to vote. I saw large ones, skinny ones, short ones, tall ones. Some had a lot of hair, some were bald. Some had permed hair, some wore it straight. I looked around and wondered what each of those people felt. What were their "hard things." Was the woman three people in front of me a single mom? Was the man across the way struggling to make ends meet? Did the large man have a job? I felt a desire to sit down and really find out what they were experiencing day-to-day.

And I wanted to find out if they were voting for someone they felt would somehow make their life easier. And if so, why? Why would they trust a stranger to take care of them?

And then I wanted to tell them that if it was hard, they could do it. That if it seemed black today, it would be better tomorrow. That they had the ability to make it work. That all of these experiences would make them better in the long run.

I wish there were more candidates out there who had the courage to steer clear of promises of additional government intervention and help and programs and instead could instill a sense of power into each person that would help them to reach their potential. I mean, it's the same with my kids. If I give them everything they want, with no consequences and no expectations, they will most likely have a hard time learning self-mastery and will have a hard time reaching their highest potential.

Maybe this is getting a little hokey, and a lot long. But I just had to get some of my conservative rantings out because looking at the primary results so far, I feel like nobody is listening!!

Monday, February 4, 2008

Rules for Three under Three


Rule 1 of having three kids three and under: Do NOT take all three to Wal Mart...EVER.


I am usually very mindful of this rule and almost never break it. But this morning I needed eggs and milk--some basics that we couldn't do without today. Soooo, after Andrew's sports class and taking James and Andrew to their dr's appointments, I thought I would "stop by" Wal Mart on the way home.


Things started off pretty well. I (actually Andrew should get the credit) found a dry cart with the two-seater attached (yes, it is actually raining here today!). The two-seater attachment makes the cart big and bulky and a little crazy to maneuver through the aisles, but there are two seats with seat belts, yes, seat belts and I can still rest the car seat over the usual kid-sitting place and so I am left with the entire cart space for things like Ben and Jerry's ice cream, eggs and milk. What a luxury.

James was great the entire trip. Poor kid got 3 shots at the dr's office, so he just sat in his car seat and enjoyed the ride. Natalie and Andrew actually sat in their seats for the first part of the trip, and then Andrew wanted to get out and "help." He helped by "pushing" the big, unruly cart (mostly around in circles), by adding extra cans of things when I wasn't looking, and by telling me that we "meeded" (he uses "m" for "n") Cars sippy cups or $5 mini watermelons. But that was all in good fun, so the trip was still going smoothly. Natalie wanted to get out and "help" also, but miraculously the seat belt held her in.

In fact, I started to think that Rule 1 might need to be deleted from the Three under Three handbook (Oh, if you ever find that handbook, PLEASE let me know). But then we got to the checkout line.

Andrew was still in his helpful mode and he started helping me unload the cart. It all was going great until we got to the eggs. I had a container of 18 large eggs--you know, the wobbly, cardboard containers that you don't want your 3 year old boy tossing onto the checkout counter. So I told him he could put the yogurt on the counter, but that mom was going to get the eggs. He really wanted to get the eggs and threw a little fit. I again told him to find something else and not to mess with the eggs. I had already put them on the conveyer belt and he reached his little fingers up, grabbed them and slammed them down.

Nothing broke. But, we are really working on obedience with that kid. He tries to make his own rules (imagine that) for everything and I have not always been as consistent as I should. In trying to be consistent, I explained that I had asked him not to do that and he had done it anyway so he would have to get in the cart for a minute. So, I put him in the cart. That is when he started screaming and kicking and trying to climb out of the cart. By this time, Natalie had managed to weasel out of her seat belt.

Andrew continued to throw a screaming tantrum as I finished checking out. I could hardly hear the woman at the register. I just nodded my head and smiled at anything she said. The cart was full of white plastic bags and Andrew had his leg slung over the cart and scared himself a few times as he almost fell out.

Natalie was being so quiet this whole time. I looked over at her and there she was, eating a Cadbury Cream Egg. The wrapper was on the floor. I just started laughing. I picked up the wrapper and speaking loudly so the checkout lady could hear me over Andrew's screams, I said, "Looks like the quiet one has been stealing candy." She was nice enough to laugh. I'm still laughing about it.

I guess Rule 1 is still a good one to live by. Unfortunately, I realized I forgot the top-priority light bulbs as I was leaving the parking lot. I think I'll wait until I can go with just 2.