Thursday, February 26, 2009

The Grape Thief, the Superfan, and Other Tales from Indoors

Noah is pretty pumped about his new motor skills (climbing, in particular). We continue to stay mostly in our house to try to get these kids better, so he's had lots of chances to test things out. Josh engineered this experience - taking all of the couch cushions off creating a little jump land. Noah climbed up here himself. Can you tell he's pleased?
Before you say I'm so good and mellow to let them do this, I'll point out a few things. 1. The couch is not exactly new and awesome. 2. I've had plenty of breaking point moments this week with all of the whining and tormenting and general indoor-naughtiness that has occurred due to our shut-in, so this balances it out. 3. What else is a kid supposed to do after so long?
Noah is finding all of the standard kid-joys to be joyous, like climbing on the dishwasher. I realized yesterday that the cuteness of such activities changes dramatically over time. I thought the dishwasher thing was cute. He got ahold of a bar of soap, and as I cleaned him up I exclaimed, "Oh, look at those tiny little finger holes you made in it." At the grocery store he stole a grape from the back of the cart and ate it. "Oh, you funny boy," I said. I mean, these are real kid things to do. He's just exploring and loving his new-found skills. But if Josh did these things . . . reprimands in every case. I'm not planning to change my ways, it's just an observation.
Josh called my mom and told her all about his plans to wear his helmet and his light shoes and go "down and play a BYU football game." So, for lack of helmets available to purchase, my mom got him this hat. I took a picture of him in his hat with my phone, and sent it to my mom. I then took his picture later that night with the real camera. Seems like I started something with that one. The next morning he woke up and said, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."
Later on that day he begged me, "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."

And again the next morning (you can tell it's a different day because the food is in different spots on his face). "Mom, take a picture of me in my hat."


Do you think he likes it?

As for me, I didn't take a picture of myself doing it, but I had to get out, so I borrowed the neighbor's double jogging stroller and went on a little run. It felt great, but I felt like such a mom. I even got a cat-call from someone in a big truck. You know how when you get those you don't know if you're really lookin' good or if some one's mocking you . . .well, this time I didn't wonder. Oh, well, I might try to buy a used one anyway, and embrace what I am wholeheartedly. Why not?

Friday, February 20, 2009

The New Girls Carried the Week . . .

My sister and Gary's sister both had baby girls last week on the same day! If you want to see Allison's baby, you should click here. If pics of Sarah's baby interest you, you should click here. My boys now have 20 cousins, and Josh is in love with all of them.

Those cute girls are my source of adorable pictures for the time being, because I have taken none. Last week Josh was throwing up and this week Noah has bronchiolits, neither of which seemed photo-worthy. We snuck a trip to St. George in there, which was very fun until Noah and I got sick, so no fun-in-the-sun shots from that, either. I did let Josh pick out some valentines to give to his cousins and grandpa (he set one aside for the bishop as well). He chose Transformers with little markers, kind of like this one. This one is for YOU. Do you feel the love?

Essay: Charter Schools in 10 Million Words or Less


There is a charter school opening in my area, and a whole lot of people have been asking me what I think about them. Since decision-time for school next year is coming right up, I thought I'd take a minute and write out my thoughts. This could be a very long post . . .

The answer is . . . they can be fantastic or terrible. Or somewhere in between. Just like regular schools. I have read about some charter schools in various journals that sound wonderful. I have witnessed and heard of some charter schools that I would never send my child to. Keep in mind when I make my comments that I am addressing the way the charter school system works in Utah, and I don't know a lot about how it's done elsewhere.

I like the notion of having a choice to send your child elsewhere if your neighborhood school is not meeting your needs. However, I would be inclined to try and get the neighborhood school to meet my needs before shopping around. Neighborhood public schools play a great role in communities. It is the place where people of all backgrounds come together and interact with each other. Everyone that sends their child to a neighborhood school has concern for the same geographic area, thus providing a way for people to network with others who have interest in improving the quality of life in their area. Everyone at the school wants to help those that struggle among them, either academically or in some other way. The neighborhood school has been compared to the modern day "town square." Much has been written about this, but I think that's enough for this conversation.

I do not like the notion of parents, without knowledge and background in education, being basically in charge of things. Parents are the most important aspect of a child's education, absolutely. Any program, class, or curriculum that is to succeed must closely involve parents. However, just being a concerned parent, even a highly-educated, highly-concerned parent, does not qualify someone to make decisions about things for which they have not been educated if these decisions affect large groups of children. Yes, there are many things about education that can be intuitive, and it is not difficult to teach the basics to children who are naturally good at learning. But, in order to help all children reach their full potentials, it takes a whole lot more than just knowing what the kids should know. It requires a knowledge of child development, especially cognitive development, and the process of how this development manifests in each subject area. You must then match this with various learning styles of the children you teach and instructional techniques that have been shown to elicit growth and progress toward your learning goals. This is A LOT to know. People research it their whole lives, so surely those that make educational decisions for our children should at least know the basics. Do you know about phonological and phonemic awareness, conservation, disequilibrium, comprehensive input, subitizing, and the instructional implications for each? Probably not much unless you are a teacher. (I know lingo changes, just realize I'm trying to make a point.)

It can be argued that not everyone who is currently in charge of our schools knows all that they should, and are making poor decisions. True, but we should be in support of moving in a direction where educators do know what they should, not in the direction of putting people in charge that have no background at all. Budgetary restrictions that are not allowing progress in quality of public education is a whole different topic. I'll just say that yes, regular public schools are not always moving in the direction we'd all like, so that's why sometimes a charter school is a good option. However, a fantastic charter school will not have a board of people with no educational background in charge. I'm not knowledgeable enough about the fantastic charter schools to know how they got that fantastic, but I wouldn't think it was just luck. For some reason most of the charter school/home school crowd around here has come to most of the same conclusions about what curricula to choose. I've heard people say, "My sister teaches in a totally exclusive private school in California, and she says that curriculum is awesome." Does anyone else realize why choosing a curriculum based on comments like this falls short?

One thing that bothers me about any organization is when they promise more than is possible to deliver. I've found that often charter schools do this. Somehow they will pay teachers enough to attract the best, have small class sizes, have the best supplies and curricula . . . all with public funds. Yes, there is a lot of good a school can do by thinking outside the box, but the money is what the money is - not that much for schools, especially in the state of Utah. The regular public schools aren't sinking millions into fancy assemblies or something silly (usually), the "extra" simply does not exist. Maybe the schools themselves aren't exactly promising all of this, it's just the parents talking about it who hope they've found a solution to the problems they see. I don't know.

A challenge faced by charter schools around here is finding teachers. It is hard for a new charter school to attract experienced teachers because they already have tenure, a place on the pay scale, a social network, and leadership positions in the schools and districts where they teach. If a district opens a new school they simply transfer some of the experienced teachers, but charter schools do not have this luxury as they are not members of any district. New teachers are enthusiastic and up-to-date on the latest in education, but need experienced mentors to make it through the first little while. Another problem in the county where I went to college is that the buzz surrounding what it's like to teach at charter schools is not very positive. Most graduates wouldn't work at one as their first choice. Now, I'm not saying that there are not good or even excellent teachers at these schools. I'm just saying there are a few more challenges for charter schools when hiring.

A few words on the aforementioned curricula that seems to always get chosen around here. (They have been chosen for my new local charter as well.) Each one of these could prompt an essay of its own to really explain myself, but I'll just touch on them here.

The Core Knowledge Sequence. I've spent a lot of time on their website, but have not witnessed first-hand a school that uses it. I appreciate the ideas behind it, and see some good it in it. However, overall it seems unnecessary for a state with well-researched state standards. At least in K-3, Utah has that. Why spend precious money on this other thing? In addition, the people behind the sequence clearly do not have a grasp on early childhood development, otherwise they would not have said so many of the things that are posted on their website.

The Spaulding Method. This is not popular enough in literacy circles that I have heard it discussed by name in classes or conferences to this point. I have been on their website as well, and think there is a lot of good in their ideas. However, what I see presented as the curriculum on the website should only be a part of a whole literacy experience for children. My thoughts for now is that it could be a really great thing if used right, but could be stifling if used exclusively.

Saxon Math. This is the one I feel well-qualified to comment on. I spent two years on the math committee for my school district, and participated in a curriculum adoption decision that lasted the whole two years. It involved a ton of research and more blood, sweat, and tears than I have time to write in this post. Saxon Math was not even in our top 5. In fact, we found it to be the antithesis of the way mathematics instruction should be moving. It has a fantastic spiral composition, and is great for teaching kids arithmetic. But that's it. The critical thinking, problem solving, and strong sense of number that students need is not supported by Saxon. The next generation of students that will raise the level of science and engineering in America will not materialize this way. I could write a very long essay on mathematics education, but will stop. Please don't stop being my friend if you like Saxon, I know this is a divisive issue.

Anyway, if you are still with me you are a good person. Or especially interested in charter schools. As for my neighborhood school, I don't know how things are there so I can't compare them. The charter school that is opening near me has extremely excellent goals, so it will be interesting to see how they do. If I lived near an excellent charter school and my neighborhood school was stinky, of course I would pick the charter. If all things were pretty much equal I'd choose the neighborhood school for reasons stated long ago. If I lived near a one-room school house and that's it, I would send my kids to it with their book and slates happily in hand. And that's my conclusion.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

My Man

This is usually how Gary can be found.Okay, not really, but it's funny to think of him as being stereotypical SoCal. When I make millions for my invention we'll be able to live there and surf all the time. And allow us to take surfing lessons so we can do so. Anyway Liz, I didn't forget, here's my hubby tag.

Where we met: At linger longer. (It's a socializing event for single people in my church.) Gary had just moved into the ward, and we ate Otter Pops and exchanged pleasantries. I thought he was really good looking, and he remembers me as not being dressed up. I was. Oh, well.

We went on our first date: To the IMAX theater at Thanksgiving Point. We watched, "Volcanoes of the Great Deep," which taught us all about hypothermophiles. I thought it was fine, but he thought it wasn't going well so he bought me some food to go and dropped me off at my apartment to eat it alone.

How long we dated before we got married? Depends on how you define it. 1 year from first date to marriage, but probably only 6 months of dating seriously before we were married.

How long have we been married: 3 1/2 years

What is my favorite physical feature about him: Eyes

What's my favorite quality about him: He is genuinely good - so hard to stop there because there are so many, but it says favorite . . .

What's his nickname for me: Em (Woo, don't you feel like you're in on a secret now?)
His favorite color: Blue? He doesn't whine about what color his toothbrush is or fight over crayons, so it's tough to know exactly.

His favorite sport: baseball (he's said it's his favorite before, but he likes a ton of them, so feel free to contradict me, Gary)

Who said the L word first: He did during a "big talk" of ours. I felt all giddy inside for days.
First kiss, where and when: Right outside my apartment door after our big DTR where he was trying to tell me I should give another guy (we'll call him Julio) a try if I had any feelings for him. I said, "I don't want to date Julio. I want to date you." That was enough for a kiss.

Favorite couple thing to do: Talk. We love to do whatever fun or silly thing, but when it comes down to it we just want an excuse to be with each other and talk.

His hidden talent: Playing air guitar. He can play the real guitar, too, but lately Josh has convinced him to reveal his especially good air-guitar version. (I guess the difference is that the air guitar is air-electric, where he actually plays the acoustic guitar.)

His favorite music: Oh, gosh, he likes a huge variety. Favorite . . .James Taylor?

What I admire most about him: He is able to give people the benefit of the doubt and see the good in them in a way that is hard for me to grasp, especially when my emotions get involved.
His favorite past times: Being with his family, playing/watching sports, listening to music, singing, traveling.

Will he read this: Normally, yes, but right now he is so busy he barely sleeps . . . I'll tell him to, though.
Look at how happy he is to take out the trash. See why I love him, ladies

I tag Ashley, cause I don't know anything about your husband and you haven't posted in ages and I'm dying to hear from you.

It's Never Too Late for Eight

Tonight I am doing two tags I'm sure the people who tagged me had given up on me doing. Tricked you, here it is. (Other one is next)

8 Things that happened yesterday:

1. Had to change Noah's onesie 3 times, if you know what I mean.
2. Played air-Rockband with Josh for quite a while (he kept making me be guitar).
3. Decided the Barney games on PBS Kids are lame.
4. Made Chocolate Eclair Dessert with Josh helping/licking all the while.
5. Gary went into work at 2 a.m.
6. Josh and I danced around to "Just Dance" with basketballs
7. Noah pulled himself up to the tub for the first time
8. My blow-dryer started smelling like burnt.

8 Movies I Live to Watch (This is a pretty heavy title, which made me worry and not do the tag for a long time. Then I realized it doesn't matter what I put, and these are just 8 movies I like that I thought of quickly. Why so long for this obvious realization?)

1. While You Were Sleeping
2. Star Wars
3. Oceans Any-number
4. The Man Who Knew Too Little
5. School of Rock
6. A Christmas Story
7. Back to the Future
8. The Man From Snowy River

8 Favorite places to eat:

1. Cafe Rio
2. Macaroni Grill
3. Bucca Di Beppo
4. Mis Amores
5. P.F. Changs
6. Famous Dave's
7. Cracker Barrell
8. The amazing French place on the beach in St. Martin's



8 Things I'm looking forward to:

1. For the legislative session to be over
2. When I win a trip to Hawaii
3. Spring
4. For the legislative session to be over
5. To see my sister-in-law's baby
6. To see my sister's baby
7. When shelves get built in my closets
8. For the legis . . . yah



8 Things on my wish list:

1. A couple million dolla' (that'll cover the material items on my list)
2. World peace
3. Happiness for everyone
4. Puppies for everyone (potty-trained ones)
5. Josh to get potty trained
6. Me to get organized
7. A glass of water
8. A long winter's nap

I'll go get #7 on my wish list now. Things are going very well so far . . .

Monday, February 9, 2009

Stepping into Noah's Moccasins

Mom has to capture the adorableness of baby pancake-scarfing . . . But then someone else has to have his picture taken, too.

After a nice pancake meal Noah starts playing with the new toy he got for Christmas. He then watches in disbelief as Josh commandeers it and turns it into a drum. (Josh's favorite song "Dirty Little Secret" is on, after all.)
Here's 2-seconds of that action.

Oh, well. Noah will just crawl around until he finds something else to play with.
Then suddenly something comes flying through the air and lands right in front of him. Seems someone was a little too violent while drumming . . . (Not that you were worried about my toilet brush, but the Welder Glue did fix it. Good thing because it did not fix my van's side mirror, but that's another story with the moral: I am an idiot.)
Another day, another chance to start fresh with breakfast. Josh offers to serve his little brother.
Noah has an unfortunate diaper explosion (fie unto you , Parent's Choice!), which lands both children a bath opportunity. Josh puts an 8 on Noah's head and finds it very funny. Funnier thing is, it sticks on there, and Noah is 8 months old. We talk about how old Josh is, and he puts a 2 on his own head, which also sticks. They spend most of the bath numbered.
Lunch time - I think a picture speaks a thousand words here.

Are you starting to get the feeling for how Noah's life goes? Great, now get his moccasin off before you stretch it out.

P.S. I have to reassure you that the toilet brush was brand new. And also that Noah adores Josh - he finds him to be highly entertaining, as do I.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Veggie Tray vs. 3 Cousins

The veggie tray didn't stand a chance.
(Josh, Michael, and Christian, taken at Sara and Taylor's right after Christmas. My camera was dying and fuzzy, but that's artistic, right?)
P.S. (A couple days later). Apparently the fuzziness makes it difficult for folks to know what exactly is happening. The children are not excited to devour the vegetables, but to pile them all up in the dip.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Gary's Hapt Birthday

Gary recently had a major-milestone birthday, so I wanted to try to celebrate in a milestone-type way. Obviously the first step to festivity was letting Josh pick out a bunch of stuff for the party, since he really knows what he's doing. He picked out a card about golfing (Gary doesn't golf), a banner, some Spiderman plates, and some party blower thingies (you know, where the paper inflates and blows out). As soon as we got home from the store Josh started searching the sacks for the stuff, but my secrets were safe because Gary didn't understand a thing he was saying. (Imagine a distraught 2-year-old asking over and over, "Mom, where da bwow-ons (blow-ons)? Bwow-ons, mom, where dey?")

Luckily Gary's birthday was on a Sunday, so we got to have birthday breakfast as an everyone's-awake-family. Noah had his first pancakes, and absolutely scarfed them. Gary and Josh apparently liked them, too. Here is the banner Josh chose for Gary. I thought it was pretty great, and it hung there festively for a couple of hours before Gary's brother Taylor asked, "Is there any reason why Gary is having a hapt birthday?" Sure enough, the birthday was hapt. It was made in China exclusively for Wal-Mart, so it screams quality. No, I'm not taking it back and getting a new one. I enjoyed Gary's Hapt Birthday quite a lot.
We had a grand birthday buffet (that was the intent, so don't tell me if it wasn't), and then our favorite chocolate cake. Woo-hoo, Gary's getting a lot of candles these days! (Nephews looking on.)
Don't worry, though, photographic evidence shows he didn't have to blow out the candles alone. Michael and Dereck are shown here, but Josh was doing the same thing from across the table.
Then it was time for Giant Boggle. (The red paper has a Boggle grid on it.) Three of Gary's brothers and one of his sisters came with their families, and so did one of my sisters, so we had a full house. You would think playing Boggle wouldn't work in these circumstances, but we had a great time. I wasn't getting any original words, but for some reason Gary and his brothers are really good at it. But where is Gary?
He's in the back, quietly beating everyone.
Noah loved having people around to pay attention to him. I know Martha's closing her eyes here, but she's still beautiful.
Then it was pinata time! The pinata was giant lips, if that's not apparent. Josh and Michael took the first surprisingly hard whacks at it. This was right down their alley.
Here's the shot I got of Gary's turn.
When the pinata finally broke, low-fat granola bars and Tootsie Rolls (one item befitting Gary's age, and one item for the kids) came spilling out. Noah was taking advantage of the situation as much as anyone. A couple minutes later I retrieved a piece of Tootsie Roll from his mouth. It was so much fun having everyone together, I wish we had some darling group shot, but alas, there is none. Wait, the Boggle shot is darling in a studious way . . . regardless, I have no conclusion because I don't know exactly what Gary thought. I hope you had a happy birthday . . . I love you, hope you have a very Hapt year!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Motrin-High Moments

Both of my poor little kiddos were sick last week. I'm talking fevers over 103, chills (little kids with chills is so sad), sore throats, and all that goes with it. After two hours and $40 the doctor determined that although it seemed like they had strep throat, it was not strep throat, so I just did my best to help them feel comfortable while they recovered. It's interesting how kids are when they're sick. One moment Josh would be sobbing while trying to soak his aches in the bathtub, and the next moment the Motrin would kick in, and he'd be hyper. He'd run around crazy and you'd never know he was sick. Then all of the sudden it would start to wear off, and he would start crying half-way through a sandwich he was eating. So sad.

It seemed the whole week was all about survival at the time - the only place I went the entire time was the doctor. I was starting to talk crazy and see mirages by the time I actually left the house on Saturday. However, we did have some good times, brought to you by the makers of ibuprofen and acetaminophen. Josh and I made cookies, and for the first time, I made something with more than 4 ingredients and he was an actual help. At first I wanted to make cookies and bring some to people, but then I realized that would be like giving small pox infested blankets, so we just made a half batch and ate it all ourselves. Josh was really proud of his cookie-making, and replicated it here with play dough. Josh tried painting for the first time (under my watch, anyway), and it wasn't a disaster! You can actually tell how careful he is trying to be in this picture. You can also tell that he is becoming Skinny-Bone Jones, as Gary calls him.
Josh and Noah got a bounce house thingy from my sister for Christmas, and it has saved winter so far. Josh really uses a lot of energy in that thing. Noah doesn't mind being bounced around, as long as he has some balls to chew on. He actually thinks Josh is really funny, and doesn't like being outside while Josh is in.
It didn't take long for Josh to realize that the crib makes a good diving board.

As for me, I was pretty proud of myself for making a week's worth of meals without going to the grocery store. One night it was taking me forever to make dinner, and I was thinking about how much the Iron Chefs and Rachel Ray can do in an hour compared to me. Then I thought "Iron Chef Moms" might be a good show. You have an hour to make the best meal you can, all the while holding a 22 pound baby on one hip, with the occasional toddler hanging on your leg begging you to put on a show or informing you that he just peed on the counter (Don't worry, Got Clorox). Good TV, right? Who will pay me for my idea?
On Friday night, just when I thought I was about at my breaking point and Gary was going to be home late, someone came over and brought us fresh-baked bread and a couple of kid movies. Saved! We immediately sat down to watch the movie and eat the bread. Thank you so much . . .we made it!

Thursday, January 15, 2009

2009, Potty-Train Josh's Behin'

I know, I'm choosing a short-sighted theme again. But I want it SO bad right now! I feel so trashy letting him run around with a bare-bum and sticking close to home so I can do so. He can totally do it all by himself as long as he's bare, but put something on him and, oh, yucky.

He was ecstatic to pick out his new underwear, and each one he pulled out of the package elicited a new round of, "Oh! Woah, ho, ho, ho!" He wanted to put them all on at once, but in this picture we settled for just a few pair at a time. (You like his "cheeeese"?) Too bad this excitement didn't extend to keeping the underwear dry . . . Giving him a book does get him to sit there. Here he brought with him his "BYU book," which is actually the program to one of the football games. This whole scenario was his doing.
So I hope I accomplish my goal early in the year . . . I can work on all of my other ones as secondary goals. Does anyone want to swim in the brine with me when it gets warmer? I've never been swimming in the Great Salt Lake. Maybe next year I'll have the vision to choose a broader theme.

Don't Fence Me In

Have you ever paid a ton of money for something you don't really want, and in fact makes you want to cry? Medical stuff probably tops my list there. But, it's necessary, so you pay up. Except medical stuff usually leaves you feeling better in the end. I'm not so sure about my latest sad-but-necessary expense - the fence.

My backyard wasn't fenced when we moved here. It didn't need to be, though. All there was behind there was a big field, just perfect for throwing rocks, catching butterflies, and watching huge flocks of migrating birds resting on their way to their destination. The road to the new high school will cut right through all of that, practically touching my backyard and making it possible for my toddlers to get in the way of teenage drivers. So up goes the fence.

November of 07 was a gorgeous month, just perfect for playing outside. That's when we moved here, me trying my hand at the stay at home mom bit for the first time. I didn't know anyone, was intimidated to meet people, and had no clue what a woman and her toddler should spend their days doing. Not having a reciprocal conversation, that's for sure. So, we went out into the back yard, and there was the salvation of my sanity. Since none of the yards were fenced, we had open communication with the neighbors and their children. Turns out the two houses next to me hold lots of kids, including one boy exactly Josh's age per household. Also, the moms of those children are amazing women who immediately made me feel comfortable and broke the silence of my days with great conversations.


Then, late May of last year, I had a new baby. Not only did the new baby require a lot of sleep, it was hard to plan ahead to get out of the house and do things. Never fear - just go out into the back yard. There I could chat with neighbors while our kids played and run from any of their yards to my own back door to check on my baby. I didn't have to stress about when people would be home or when Noah would be cranky, Josh and I just both had friends right out back. Then in the evenings Josh would go outside and run around with the kids, only stopping for dinner. He'd be exhausted and ready for bed, and usually we'd get a little neighbor-chat in while gathering the children for the night.

Now I'm all fenced in. They just finished yesterday. As they were putting in the posts I would look out my back door and see our yards all partitioned up, and I kinda teared up a couple of times. I'll miss the quick hellos, the kids running back and forth, the ease of socializing with a baby sleeping in the house, the impromptu talks that inspired me, the glimpse of an adult in the midst of a chaotic kid-filled day, the after-school chats with the 7 and 10 year old girls a couple doors down, and oh, goodness I have to stop because I'm crying for real.

I am grateful my kids will be safe from the road and from running away. I am grateful we are blessed with the funds to put it up. I am most of all grateful for the wonderful neighbors who welcomed me here and made it a good thing to have a communal back yard in the first place. I know I will still see everyone, it will just take more planning.

I guess I'll have to buy a bikini and sunbathe a lot. Don't know why else I need a 6-foot privacy fence.
Josh and his friends next door.

Starting to close in on us . . .



It's final.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

You Need To Choose A Theme

You really should. Let me explain. It all started New Year's 2004 when my friend Jason mentioned that someone he knew found yearly themes to be effective, like "____ Free, 2003" or "____ More, 2004." Jason, my sister Sarah, and I all declared the year's theme to be, "Date More 2004." Ever efficient, Sarah even printed out a sign with our theme on it and posted it in our room. Man, did we ever date more in 2004! Not only was there a mad flurry of dating, all 3 of us started dating the person we would marry, although we didn't realize it at the time. (Maybe Sarah's first date with Dave was in 03, but I'd say 04 was the crucial stuff.) Here's how it's gone since then:

2005, Husbands Arrive - My friend Rachel made this one up, and even gave all of the girls in our Relief Society Ring Pops with the theme attached. Worked for me! (And for many others . . . Rachel is a genius. Don't mock the method.)

2006, Pick Up Sticks - I started the year as the teacher of 54 kindergartners and pregnant. I was so busy this was all I could think of on the fly, but promised myself I would think of something better later on. Never did, but I'm proud to say I accomplished my goal. I picked up a few sticks here and there, when necessary.

2007, Closer to Heaven - I felt like I'd been so busy I'd slacked on some important areas of life. Hope I did okay on this one . . .

2008, Having This Baby Would Be Great - I started out the year pregnant . . . it's hard for me to think past that sometimes.

2009 . . . Nothing is firmed up, I need help deciding. I 've thought of, "2009, Stop Living Like Swine" (We're not that bad, but I'd love for my house to be clean and organized!), "2009, My Family Shall Dine" (Be a better meal planner . . . I'm not so terrible, but variety is good. With Friends We Will Dine? Inviting people over would be nice.), "2009, That Body is Mine!" (Workout and eat right . . .) (Variations - "Order is Mine," "New Couches are Mine", etc.) Um, others . . . "Chocolate Divine"? "Cosine or Sine?" "Swim in the Brine"? "Mediocre is Fine"? "Tree is a Pine"? "My Light Will Shine"?

What should I do?

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Merry Christmas 2008

(This card was sent mostly to people who don't use the internet  . . . someday I might get one out to everybody . . .)

On May 26, Noah Merrill came into our family, marking our most significant event of the year. He weighed in at 8 lbs., 13 oz., and came with a healthy appetite. He ate himself past the 20 lb. mark by six months old! He is a sweet boy, and melts us all with his large brown eyes. He’s cuddly and ticklish, and it’s not too hard to get him really belly-laughing.


Joshua (Josh) is a great big brother, although he has been trying to get wrestle-mania going on at our house a little earlier than Noah can take. This year Josh has developed a near-obsession with sports, and BYU football is part of it. I’m having a hard time typing this because he wants to, “Press the Y.” He also loves music, books, trains, rocks, mud . . . he’s decently well-rounded. He’s pretty hilarious now that he can talk and he keeps us laughing (and cleaning).

Gary and Emily feel like they can divide their year into four parts. Still moving in/getting through the legislative session, Preparing for/waiting for baby, Having a new baby, and New and busy responsibilities at church (Primary for Emily and now Sunday School for Gary.) All this has made it breeze by! Gary likes his job with the legislature, although he does not like being involved with budget cuts. Emily is getting used to the world of staying home with kids, although she is always thinking of research questions and issues she wants to explore.

We’ve had fun this year going on various streaks of obsession. First it was cooking, then the Olympics, then politics, now who knows. (Originally I mentioned our Discovery Channel phase, but Gary said, “I wish I could include something like I set up a nonprofit microcredit organization for entrepreneurs in Burma rather than the Discovery Channel.” I say we’re working up to it.) We talk a lot about doing adventurous things, but for now we consider our two trips to California (one of them spontaneous) and a camping trip to be adventurous . . . The kids have been awesome at “adventuring” with us, and seeing things through their eyes makes everything fun.

Like everyone, we have rough times, but they are out-weighed by all of the little joys we are blessed to have in our lives. We love to hear from people, although staying in contact is sometimes difficult. We are interested in your news and stories, and want you to know we think of you often. May the peace of the Savior be in your hearts and homes this Christmas season.

Merry Christmas and Happy 2009!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

The Nativity, Josh Version

I was really excited to find a plastic Precious Moments Nativity set in my garage the other day. Finally, I would have something for Josh to play with that would teach him the real reason for the season! So, we set it up together and talked about it, then I went to do something else while he played. Immediately he made a few adjustments to the set up. First he removed all of the people from the stable and did the following. Yes, there is a plastic baseball in there. Why? Because he couldn't fit his basketball in.
Then, he laid Mary in the manger and put a bale of hay at her feet. At first I was going to tell him, "No, Josh, the manger is for the Baby Jesus." But then I thought about it. This woman just went through an incredibly long donkey ride while 9 months pregnant, then birthed a baby . . . very astute by Josh to give her a rest. What an understanding little man!
(Don't worry, I really am trying to teach him the real story.)

Monday, December 22, 2008

Living in Thanksgiving Daily

I was bemoaning my fate - stuck with a fake tree for Christmas. And not an amazing one, either. Growing up we always had a real tree. It was usually pretty scrawny (I'm positive not expensive), but it was alive, we got to pick it out, and it smelled like Christmas. But, since we've been married Gary insists this fake tree is what we can afford. He's right, but I thought it was pretty depressing. Then I came downstairs with Josh one morning right after we put it up. He ran right over to the Christmas tree and plugged it in, then looked up at it in awe. You could see the excitement and the magic sparkling in his eyes. Then, I opened my eyes. What a beautiful thing, this tree with its twinkling lights. Then I remembered how excited Gary was to get this tree for me when Josh was a baby. We didn't have any Christmas decorations or much money, but Gary really wanted me to have a Christmas tree. Changing my thought process totally changed everything . . . I love this tree!

Recently Joseph B. Wirthlin died. (He was one of the Twelve Apostles of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, the church I belong to.) I learned to love that man through his deeply insightful and inspirational writings. His death made me remember an article he wrote that struck my heart called Living in Thanksgiving Daily (read by clicking). In it, he tells us to be happy we need to be continually thankful for what we have, and to do so we should open our eyes, open our hearts, and open our arms (serve).

I am trying (key word is trying) to do these things. Recently I was feeling a little jealous of people who have money to look fabulous and go on cool trips. Then something happened that made me open my eyes and heart. I could do a lot of things to pull in more cash, but if my children are the most important thing in the world to me, aren't they worth forgoing new outfits and accessories? They are growing so quickly, and babies eat necklaces anyway. I have been so blessed to be able to spend so much time with them, and still be able to have our needs covered, and a lot of wants, too. Wow. I feel so good when I think of things that way.

In the spirit of the topic, I want to add that just in the last few days I have had cause to be grateful for kissable baby cheeks, monkey hugs from a toddler, a body that works well for the most part, a house that separates us comfortably from below-freezing weather, friends to talk to, technology to keep in touch with friends that I can't talk to, and a husband that I can have fun with ransacking the house for white-elephant gifts late at night. (I was going to comment that all of those things are free, but the house was definitely not free. And not the technology, either. 5 for 7 isn't bad, though.)

I'll end with two experiences that not only opened my heart to the things I'm grateful for, but made it downright melt. Yesterday I was downstairs and my kids were finishing naps. All of the sudden I heard them laughing. Both of them, just belly-laughing. They don't sleep in the same bedroom, so I went upstairs to see what was going on. This is what I found.
Josh woke up and climbed in Noah's crib, and they were having tons of fun. I love it!! (Noah was un-harmed, so I love it.)
Last week we had our first snow storm of the year, and Josh was pumped to put on his winter gear. Here's how it turned out. (Gary said, "It looks like he's from North Dakota." I said, "It looks like he's from Utah, this is what you wear in the snow." California boys!)
Josh went outside to help Gary shovel the driveway. They then shoveled several other driveways in the neighborhood. The whole time Josh walked right alongside Gary, shoveling away. I stood at the window and watched, my heart just melting away and my day gaining a new perspective. If I wouldn't have paused my cleaning that I was stressed about and taken the chance to look out my window and open my eyes, I would have missed out on a lot. And been a lot more stressed.
Then on Saturday Josh made his first snowman. VERY exciting. I didn't notice until I put this picture on the computer that he is holding hands with the snowman.
I am not fantasic at opening my eyes, heart, and arms yet, but I am grateful to have little moments that remind me to try more often.