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Friday, August 29, 2008
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Focus effort on the experience, not the look
The title of a newspaper article. While cleaning today, I came across this article that I had ripped out of the paper as a reminder for myself back in March...while talking with a good friend today about life and getting the kids back in school, it came as a reminder at a very good time! Hope you Enjoy!
Focus effort on the experience, not the look
My daughter's preschool was having a special week to celebrate her lovely self, known to all as "Blossom of the Week." My part as a parent, aside from being very proud, was to make a blossom poster to displayed during the two days of preschool. If desired, I could also contribute a blossom treat.
The requirements were very simple and did not mandate poster and treat being color-coordinated. I was elated. My daughter and I made plans to create this fabulous poster on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
On Sunday afternoon, I promptly felt ill immediately after church and slept for the entire afternoon. Monday was a blur and, lo and behold, it was Tuesday morning. The best part was that 15 minutes before the carpool arrived, my daughter asked sweetly, "Where's the blossom poster, Mommy?" If you have a sweet preschool daughter, with eyelashes like a Cindy-Lou-Who, you will know exactly how I felt at that moment-- World's Largest Heel of a Mother. I had completely forgotten the entire assignment. (Should someone ground me?) Flying into action I grabbed the last bit of poster board in the house (black), foraged for scrapbooking stickers (thank goodness I had procrastinated making my new goal board), and directed my other daughter like a traffic cop, "scissors, 4 o'clock; gluestick, Mom's office."
I offered a momentary prayer of thanks that during the Christmas holidays when I sat on the couch like a gestating turkey, I had actually spent one hour organizing my craft table. Using precut photo papers we arranged them like petals around my homemade stem and leaves. We finished it up with stickers and colored clothes pins to hang it. A total of 14 minutes and the doorbell rang. I rushed to my carpool friend in excitement, "What do you think?" She seemed to stare in amazement, or was that shock, but said nothing and took my daughter to the car.
I'm not kidding--for the next 15 minutes I obsessed about that blossom poster. Did I do it wrong? Was there an instruction that I didn't read (again)? Was it supposed to be fancier, better, more pink? Why didn't my friend say anything? I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering if I had ultimately embarrassed my daughter in front of all her 4-year-old friends.
The phone rang and it was my daughter's preschool teacher. The pit feeling sank lower. She said, "I just have to tell you, that has to be the cutest poster ever!" A new day had dawned. I hung up the phone feeling the zenith of joy -- she liked our poster, she really liked it! What rapture, I was a successful mother. She had even called me "artsy" -- this was a day to record.
Now, if you are reading this account and wondering what the point may be, let me no longer sport with your intelligence. Can you BELIEVE that I, a mother of six and 42 years old, actually spent 15 minutes WORRIED ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT OF MY DAUGHTER'S BLOSSOM POSTER?? Have I not grown at all? Do I not teach principles that help women not do the very thing I just did? I truly began to wonder if one part of me will be forever stuck in seventh grade.
The beautiful thing that I learned, after much laughter, was this: Ladies, GIVE IT UP. We do not have to worry over how our posters look, the cupcakes turn out or the lack of coordination in our living room decor. What mattered most in that entire encounter is that a) I did not get angry about forgetting the poster, b) I did not yell at my children, and c) even when the clock was ticking, I consciously allowed both daughters to help make the poster.
In a moment of irony, my daughter looked up at me today and said sweetly, "Do we have our blossom treat, Mommy?" Having completely forgotten, I simply laughed, pulled out the pumpkin bread mix and 15 minutes later, voila, cupcakes, with no icing. That's as good as it's gonna get.
Focus effort on the experience, not the look
My daughter's preschool was having a special week to celebrate her lovely self, known to all as "Blossom of the Week." My part as a parent, aside from being very proud, was to make a blossom poster to displayed during the two days of preschool. If desired, I could also contribute a blossom treat.
The requirements were very simple and did not mandate poster and treat being color-coordinated. I was elated. My daughter and I made plans to create this fabulous poster on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
On Sunday afternoon, I promptly felt ill immediately after church and slept for the entire afternoon. Monday was a blur and, lo and behold, it was Tuesday morning. The best part was that 15 minutes before the carpool arrived, my daughter asked sweetly, "Where's the blossom poster, Mommy?" If you have a sweet preschool daughter, with eyelashes like a Cindy-Lou-Who, you will know exactly how I felt at that moment-- World's Largest Heel of a Mother. I had completely forgotten the entire assignment. (Should someone ground me?) Flying into action I grabbed the last bit of poster board in the house (black), foraged for scrapbooking stickers (thank goodness I had procrastinated making my new goal board), and directed my other daughter like a traffic cop, "scissors, 4 o'clock; gluestick, Mom's office."
I offered a momentary prayer of thanks that during the Christmas holidays when I sat on the couch like a gestating turkey, I had actually spent one hour organizing my craft table. Using precut photo papers we arranged them like petals around my homemade stem and leaves. We finished it up with stickers and colored clothes pins to hang it. A total of 14 minutes and the doorbell rang. I rushed to my carpool friend in excitement, "What do you think?" She seemed to stare in amazement, or was that shock, but said nothing and took my daughter to the car.
I'm not kidding--for the next 15 minutes I obsessed about that blossom poster. Did I do it wrong? Was there an instruction that I didn't read (again)? Was it supposed to be fancier, better, more pink? Why didn't my friend say anything? I felt a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering if I had ultimately embarrassed my daughter in front of all her 4-year-old friends.
The phone rang and it was my daughter's preschool teacher. The pit feeling sank lower. She said, "I just have to tell you, that has to be the cutest poster ever!" A new day had dawned. I hung up the phone feeling the zenith of joy -- she liked our poster, she really liked it! What rapture, I was a successful mother. She had even called me "artsy" -- this was a day to record.
Now, if you are reading this account and wondering what the point may be, let me no longer sport with your intelligence. Can you BELIEVE that I, a mother of six and 42 years old, actually spent 15 minutes WORRIED ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT OF MY DAUGHTER'S BLOSSOM POSTER?? Have I not grown at all? Do I not teach principles that help women not do the very thing I just did? I truly began to wonder if one part of me will be forever stuck in seventh grade.
The beautiful thing that I learned, after much laughter, was this: Ladies, GIVE IT UP. We do not have to worry over how our posters look, the cupcakes turn out or the lack of coordination in our living room decor. What mattered most in that entire encounter is that a) I did not get angry about forgetting the poster, b) I did not yell at my children, and c) even when the clock was ticking, I consciously allowed both daughters to help make the poster.
In a moment of irony, my daughter looked up at me today and said sweetly, "Do we have our blossom treat, Mommy?" Having completely forgotten, I simply laughed, pulled out the pumpkin bread mix and 15 minutes later, voila, cupcakes, with no icing. That's as good as it's gonna get.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
...day four
...this morning weeded and cultivated one of my flower gardens, (so nice in the cooler temp.!) went to my friends to play cosmetology and hair school-teaching each other little tricks of the trade-my bare minimal knowledge! Went to look at hard wood flooring! fun!fun!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
What's a mom to do...
..on the third day of school with 3 out of 4 kids gone? Stopped off at the store to buy cheap school supplies, nothing exciting-2 bottles of white glue!!! So, this was just to waste time before heading off to my haircut appointment. My friends sister, Dusty is a very talented hair girl ( I could only wish!) and so she trimmed my length and gave me a "style" with some fresh fun layers. Now, I just hope I can keep up with styling it! I haven't had my hair done Forever! Jared's mom is so nice to have cut my hair in the past, and has done a great job, but it was so nice to have it blow dried and put into a fun trendy style and not have to worry about styling it after the cut and to have something different! It was so nice to just relax and not have to be in a rush! Anika and her two cute kids played at their little park for a bit while we talked and then came home in time for my other kids to get home (our early day is Wed.)....stay tuned...
p.s. if you need a haircut, let me know she is very good...she is not to far from here!
p.s. if you need a haircut, let me know she is very good...she is not to far from here!
What's a mom to do...
...on the second day bock to school with 3 out of 4 kids gone? Well, I came home showered, blow dried my hair by 9am and then went to check out Family Fitness Center-it's a bit pricey, but it is nice....anyone have an opinion about it or have a pass...? Then went to Wal-Mart to buy marked down flowers for my flower garden and just to putter around...pick up Aubrey from kindergarten, lunch, clean up a bit and relax a bit before the boys get home!!!
Monday, August 25, 2008
What's a mom to do...
...on the first day back to school, with 3 out of 4 kids gone? Well, Jared and I took the kids to school, took first day pictures, took Jared to the train for work and Anika and I went grocery shopping, then to the mall to get my phone fixed after a month of not working (don't forget to take it out of your packet before you do laundry-ha!, then to Costco (which is were I ended up getting a new phone from after all-who knew!) and then pick up Aubrey, home for lunch, put Anika down for a nap, Aubrey watched a movie and I had an hour and a half nap! ahhh nice!
One could get use to this after all!
I guess I should go do the dinner thing!
Happy back to school-If any of you remember this commercial I always thought it was hilarious- it shows the parents at a store pushing the basket buying the kids school supplies with huge smiles kind of swaying down the aisle while the Christmas song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" plays in the background!!!
One could get use to this after all!
I guess I should go do the dinner thing!
Happy back to school-If any of you remember this commercial I always thought it was hilarious- it shows the parents at a store pushing the basket buying the kids school supplies with huge smiles kind of swaying down the aisle while the Christmas song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" plays in the background!!!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
The Invisible Mom
Please insert your own name when reading this little story...I hope the spirit touches you to be all that you want to be as the mother to your children and that you will know Heavenly Father sees, knows and loves you.
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude, but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.
I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.'
The workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder.
As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime, because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine for a monument to myself. I just want him to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
5 pennies cost me $107
One day while driving, the radio and CD player just stopped working, after a month with no music we took it into the shop to get it checked out...Thanks to our youngest child, putting pennies in the CD player, it shorted out the panel and would not work...obviously, not under warranty! So those of you with kids, hide the coins in your vehicle!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Eight is Great
I can't believe I haven't posted Alex's baptism yet....
What a fun, exciting, and yet relaxing day it was. We didn't have to be at the church until 4pm so I took Alex and took some pictures of him down the street at the dentist's office of all places! It was a special time for me as the two of us sat by the waterfall and talked about 1 Nephi Chapter 3:9&10 "...O that thou mightest be like unto this river, continually running into the fountain of all righteousness!...O that thou mightest be like unto this valley, firm and steadfast and immovable in keeping the commandments of the Lord!"
We talked about what he thought this meant and talked about what he could do to be like the scripture said. I don't know if he will remember this when he is older, but I will and I hope he does too. He just wanted to sit and watch "the beauty of the waterfall." Finally, I told him as much as I didn't want to that we needed to get going so we wouldn't be late!
It was fun to see all who came to support Alex.
He was very excited for his baptism and seemed to glow afterwards! I am so grateful for his desire to want to be baptised and to have a husband who holds the Priesthood and could perform this ordinance.
Afterwards, we all went out to dinner to... I know this sounds crazy, but it is the new nice one in Draper and actually was good....Chuck -a-Rama!!!! How nice not to stress about my house and then have to clean up after everyone was gone!!
What a fun, exciting, and yet relaxing day it was. We didn't have to be at the church until 4pm so I took Alex and took some pictures of him down the street at the dentist's office of all places! It was a special time for me as the two of us sat by the waterfall and talked about 1 Nephi Chapter 3:9&10 "...O that thou mightest be like unto this river, continually running into the fountain of all righteousness!...O that thou mightest be like unto this valley, firm and steadfast and immovable in keeping the commandments of the Lord!"
We talked about what he thought this meant and talked about what he could do to be like the scripture said. I don't know if he will remember this when he is older, but I will and I hope he does too. He just wanted to sit and watch "the beauty of the waterfall." Finally, I told him as much as I didn't want to that we needed to get going so we wouldn't be late!
It was fun to see all who came to support Alex.
He was very excited for his baptism and seemed to glow afterwards! I am so grateful for his desire to want to be baptised and to have a husband who holds the Priesthood and could perform this ordinance.
Afterwards, we all went out to dinner to... I know this sounds crazy, but it is the new nice one in Draper and actually was good....Chuck -a-Rama!!!! How nice not to stress about my house and then have to clean up after everyone was gone!!
"Mom, my tooth Burst!"
Sunday before dinner Andrew showed me that his two front teeth were loose, not only loose, but just hanging in there! The next day as I was painting I heard a gasp and Andrew's high squeaky voice exclaim, "Mom, my tooth Burst!" 
Wondering what the heck that meant I went out to investigate, and there in his hand lay a tooth! Asking how it fell out he explained, "I was just taking a bite of this ball" The ball is a Reese's puffed cereal ball Jared's mom makes, kind of like a rice krispie square, only with Reese Puffs and in a shape of a ball!!! To eat these balls it really does require to use your front teeth to bite into them and for how loose his teeth were I am surprised they both didn't come out! Well, a few hours later, same scenario, tooth #2 came out as well!
So, now we can sing, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!"
Wondering what the heck that meant I went out to investigate, and there in his hand lay a tooth! Asking how it fell out he explained, "I was just taking a bite of this ball" The ball is a Reese's puffed cereal ball Jared's mom makes, kind of like a rice krispie square, only with Reese Puffs and in a shape of a ball!!! To eat these balls it really does require to use your front teeth to bite into them and for how loose his teeth were I am surprised they both didn't come out! Well, a few hours later, same scenario, tooth #2 came out as well!
So, now we can sing, "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth!"
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Another Favorite :)
Mormon Women:
> If you, or someone you know has ever felt overwhelmed by all they feel they need to do, Vickie Gunther of Redlands , California , wrote a hilarious poem, Dr. Seuss style, about how much LDS women try to take on. David B. Marsh used it at Women's Conference, and Vickie has given permission to share it.
>
> The Girl in a Whirl by 'Dr. Sue' (a.k. a.. Vickie Gunther)
>
> Look at me, look at me, look at me now!
> You could do what I do if you only knew how.
> I study the scriptures one hour each day;
> I bake, I upholster, I scrub, and I pray.
> I always keep all the commandments completely;
> I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.
> I help in their classrooms! I sew all they wear!
> I drive them to practice! I cut all their hair!
> I memorize names of the General Authorities;
> I focus on things to be done by priorities.
> I play the piano! I bless with my talents!
> My toilets all sparkle! My checkbooks all balance!
> Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;
> I attend all my meetings (on time! never late!)
> I'm taking a class on the teachings of Paul,
> But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,
> I track my bad habits 'til each is abolished;
> Our t-shirts are ironed! My toenails are polished!
> Our family home evenings are always delightful;
> The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.
> I do genealogy faithfully, too.It's easy to do all the things that I do!
> I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;
> I know all the names of each youth in my stake!
> I read to my children! I help all my neighbors!
> I bless the community, too, with my labors.
> I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;
> My visiting teaching is done the first day!
> (I also go do it for someone who missed hers.
> It's the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)
> I chart resolutions and check off each goal;
> I seek each 'lost lamb' on my Primary roll.
> I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.
> But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,
> I write in my journal! I sing in the choir!
> Each day, I write 'thank you's' to those I admire.
> My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!
> My kids get straight A's! And their bedrooms are clean!
> I have a home business to help make some money;
> I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.
> I go to the temple at least once a week;
> I change the car's tires! I fix the sink's leak!
> I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;
> I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.
> I make sure I rotate our two-years' supply;
> My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
> These things are not hard; 'tis good if you do them;
> You can if you try! Just set goals and pursue them!
> It's easy to do all the things that I do!
> If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!
>
> It's easy!' she said and then she dropped dead.
> If you, or someone you know has ever felt overwhelmed by all they feel they need to do, Vickie Gunther of Redlands , California , wrote a hilarious poem, Dr. Seuss style, about how much LDS women try to take on. David B. Marsh used it at Women's Conference, and Vickie has given permission to share it.
>
> The Girl in a Whirl by 'Dr. Sue' (a.k. a.. Vickie Gunther)
>
> Look at me, look at me, look at me now!
> You could do what I do if you only knew how.
> I study the scriptures one hour each day;
> I bake, I upholster, I scrub, and I pray.
> I always keep all the commandments completely;
> I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.
> I help in their classrooms! I sew all they wear!
> I drive them to practice! I cut all their hair!
> I memorize names of the General Authorities;
> I focus on things to be done by priorities.
> I play the piano! I bless with my talents!
> My toilets all sparkle! My checkbooks all balance!
> Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;
> I attend all my meetings (on time! never late!)
> I'm taking a class on the teachings of Paul,
> But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,
> I track my bad habits 'til each is abolished;
> Our t-shirts are ironed! My toenails are polished!
> Our family home evenings are always delightful;
> The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.
> I do genealogy faithfully, too.It's easy to do all the things that I do!
> I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;
> I know all the names of each youth in my stake!
> I read to my children! I help all my neighbors!
> I bless the community, too, with my labors.
> I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;
> My visiting teaching is done the first day!
> (I also go do it for someone who missed hers.
> It's the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)
> I chart resolutions and check off each goal;
> I seek each 'lost lamb' on my Primary roll.
> I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.
> But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,
> I write in my journal! I sing in the choir!
> Each day, I write 'thank you's' to those I admire.
> My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!
> My kids get straight A's! And their bedrooms are clean!
> I have a home business to help make some money;
> I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.
> I go to the temple at least once a week;
> I change the car's tires! I fix the sink's leak!
> I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;
> I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.
> I make sure I rotate our two-years' supply;
> My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
> These things are not hard; 'tis good if you do them;
> You can if you try! Just set goals and pursue them!
> It's easy to do all the things that I do!
> If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!
>
> It's easy!' she said and then she dropped dead.
Mom's Overture-by Anita Renfroe
This is one of my favorite things...I wish I could memorize this and sing it for all of you....!
http://youtube.com/watch?v=W95Y8hNQiH8
Sorry, I am not computer/blog alliterate... (I know I am having to much fun with dots lately!) I can't figure out how to make it to click and go right to it or put it on here to just play...so just highlight it, and copy it on the tool bar and then listen. You will laugh so much.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=W95Y8hNQiH8
Sorry, I am not computer/blog alliterate... (I know I am having to much fun with dots lately!) I can't figure out how to make it to click and go right to it or put it on here to just play...so just highlight it, and copy it on the tool bar and then listen. You will laugh so much.
Don't ask me what is going on...
...as my husband keeps coming up with all these Crazy places to move too....earlier this year it was Bogota, Columbia, 
but decided it was to dangerous, then Mexico City, (even some people we talked to in the Spanish Branch who are from and returning to live in Mexico say, "it is to dangerous"!), then another job post came his way for Mt. Timore, (I don't know how to spell any of these places!) an island off of Australia! Now, I am the first to think hmmm maybe it would be fun to do something different, as they are all short-term commitments of 18 months, but then when researching the Countries on the internet, they all advice for Americans to not enter or to quietly evacuate!!! YIKES! And, "the Heat, my Goodness the Heat!" (for any of you Seinfeld watchers this should sound famila, only I substituted Goodness in there!)
Then last week came permanent future possible position in St. George-not 3rd world, so a tad better, I guess...now as of yesterday a Washington, D.C. posting has come his way! We did live in Maryland for about 10 months before we moved to Ibis Way in Draper, and I Loved the beauty of the East
, but I was not there for the summer humidity that I have never heard good things about...! Speaking of humidity, do you know what that would do to my naturally curly hair- a mess I tell you a big frizzy mess! Also, I only had 2-1/2 babies then and not kids in school etc...and the cost of living....although it is better then when we where there with the house market the way it is, but still Yikes!
Well, must go as I finally have put my kids in swim lessons and we need to leave to get there on time!
Stay tuned for the next suggestion.....!!! :)
but decided it was to dangerous, then Mexico City, (even some people we talked to in the Spanish Branch who are from and returning to live in Mexico say, "it is to dangerous"!), then another job post came his way for Mt. Timore, (I don't know how to spell any of these places!) an island off of Australia! Now, I am the first to think hmmm maybe it would be fun to do something different, as they are all short-term commitments of 18 months, but then when researching the Countries on the internet, they all advice for Americans to not enter or to quietly evacuate!!! YIKES! And, "the Heat, my Goodness the Heat!" (for any of you Seinfeld watchers this should sound famila, only I substituted Goodness in there!)
Then last week came permanent future possible position in St. George-not 3rd world, so a tad better, I guess...now as of yesterday a Washington, D.C. posting has come his way! We did live in Maryland for about 10 months before we moved to Ibis Way in Draper, and I Loved the beauty of the East
, but I was not there for the summer humidity that I have never heard good things about...! Speaking of humidity, do you know what that would do to my naturally curly hair- a mess I tell you a big frizzy mess! Also, I only had 2-1/2 babies then and not kids in school etc...and the cost of living....although it is better then when we where there with the house market the way it is, but still Yikes!
Well, must go as I finally have put my kids in swim lessons and we need to leave to get there on time!
Stay tuned for the next suggestion.....!!! :)
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The Lion House
Jared's mom has had all her kids 8th birthday party at the Lion House and now that my kids are reaching that age she has asked if she could do my kids 8th birthday party there too! 
The rooms are quite small so we could only invite a few friends, my 4 kids,
Josh Speckman, Alex Foree, Landon Olsen and Skylar Robson.
Upon arriving, the kids wait in the formal living room of Brigham Young's house.
This room has been kept as close to the original as possible. The hostess then moves the kids to the party room and upon going in, the boys are given coon skin caps and the girls bonnets that they can wear,
like the pioneer kids would have worn! The hostess took us on a brief tour of the house and told us some funny facts and history of Brigham Young and is family. We played pioneer games,
'hide the thimble', 'who has the penny' and the kids also pulled their own taffy.
Lunch was served and of course a delicious Lion House cake and strawberry ice cream.
It was a lot of fun and I think the kids really enjoyed it. Afterwards, we went back to the formal living room to open presents.
Thank you to the generous friends (and parents!) for the gifts. He received a batman figurine with a batman mask and 2 bat type books, a gift card, and a soccer ball, rocks and minerals kit and ---------. Back to the party room, the hostess gave Alex a small bag made from a square of material tied with a string and told us this is what the Pioneer kids received for their birthday. Inside, were 12 raisins , and some sunflower seeds,one for each month. I wonder how many really had the will power to eat only one and not all of them at once!
Alex also received a stuffed lion
from the Lion House to remember his party! Thank you Grandma Allen for such a great and fun party.
We love you Alex and
we love being your mom and dad!
The rooms are quite small so we could only invite a few friends, my 4 kids,
Josh Speckman, Alex Foree, Landon Olsen and Skylar Robson.
Upon arriving, the kids wait in the formal living room of Brigham Young's house.
This room has been kept as close to the original as possible. The hostess then moves the kids to the party room and upon going in, the boys are given coon skin caps and the girls bonnets that they can wear,
like the pioneer kids would have worn! The hostess took us on a brief tour of the house and told us some funny facts and history of Brigham Young and is family. We played pioneer games,
'hide the thimble', 'who has the penny' and the kids also pulled their own taffy.
Lunch was served and of course a delicious Lion House cake and strawberry ice cream.
It was a lot of fun and I think the kids really enjoyed it. Afterwards, we went back to the formal living room to open presents.
Thank you to the generous friends (and parents!) for the gifts. He received a batman figurine with a batman mask and 2 bat type books, a gift card, and a soccer ball, rocks and minerals kit and ---------. Back to the party room, the hostess gave Alex a small bag made from a square of material tied with a string and told us this is what the Pioneer kids received for their birthday. Inside, were 12 raisins , and some sunflower seeds,one for each month. I wonder how many really had the will power to eat only one and not all of them at once!
Alex also received a stuffed lion
from the Lion House to remember his party! Thank you Grandma Allen for such a great and fun party.
We love you Alex and
we love being your mom and dad!
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