Sunday, December 30, 2012

December 2012

 December is a fun and wild month for us.  It would have been wilder, but the flu swept through our house.  We needed to cancel and miss activities and stop working on projects that I had planned on doing...perhaps a blessing in disguise.

What was important?  Josh had a happy birthday.  He spent the morning before school digging up a dinosaur fossil, a present he got from Grandma Wright.  He enjoyed his other presents as well and most especially putting dinosaurs on his birthday cake.
 We had a wonderful Christmas.  We spent Christmas Eve at Nana's house making a play, eating Mexican red and green enchiladas, and participating in a Christmas talent show and program.  Joshua played "Jingle Bells" on the piano, Caleb sang a joy school Christmas song, Aunt Heather and I sang "Once in Royal David's City" while Uncle Allen's was on the guitar, Cousin Harlow sang "Hark the Harold Angels Sing," Uncle Ian sang "The First Noel," Nate showed everyone how to properly pick up an object without herniating a disk (like he did a year ago that very night), Grandpa Gibby lead everyone in "Il ai nai," a French carol, Nana sang the Nativity song, and Rebekah played, "the Christmas Song."  Nana had us sing other Christmas songs, and Grandpa Gibby finished up with Luke II.

Christmas morning was fun especially watching the boys and Esther open up the gifts they gave each other.  In the below picture, Caleb is holding his present from Esther, a sperm whale.
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The boys and Esther are holding Umbrellas from Grandma Wright.
Boxing Day brought tons of snow.
With Dad's and Uncle Ian's help, the boys built a snow man, something we haven't been able to do yet in Ohio.  There wasn't enough snow last year.
We definitely had a wonderful Christmas.  We're grateful that Uncle Ian could join us.  Esther thought she saw Uncle Ian, who really is in Utah, in sacrament meeting today and was pointing and calling out his name until I stepped out of the chapel. 
I personally gained a stronger testimony of Jesus Christ and the atonement's role in my life.  There would be no hope without the atonement of Jesus Christ.  His is most definitely the Prince of Peace. 

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Kindergarten Thanksgiving Program

Josh is in the middle wearing a red sweater with blue stripes.

Before stepping up on the risers, each child said something they were thankful for in the microphone.

Child 1: I'm thankful for my family.
Child 2: I'm thankful for my family.
...
Child 10: I'm thankful for my country.
Child 11: I'm thankful for God.
Child 12: I'm thankful for Thanksgiving.
...
Child 17: I'm thankful for Miss Lenegar. (the child's teacher)
...
Child 20: I'm thankful for my family.
Child 21: I'm thankful for my brother.
Joshua: I'm thankful for hot dogs.

The room exploded into laughter.  Poor Josh looked over the crowed wondering why everyone was laughing.  He was dead serious.  His birthday is coming up, and he's been thinking about it a lot.  Plus, the idea of eating what you want on your birthday is important to him.  What does he want?  Hot Dogs.  He's brought it up at about every dinner time.

The rest of the children were thankful for families, God, parents, siblings, teachers, schools, etc.  A few of the memorable ones include: rock and roll, pizza, hot dogs (again), and cheese.  They all were said after Josh's turn and didn't get as big of a response .

 We'd gotten there a little bit late.  I was grateful there was a few seats left even though they were in the back.  My zoom didn't work the greatest that far away, though.

Next time, I'll remember to tell him to stand a little straighter, but he was ready to get out of there.  Overall it was fun.  In the car, after Josh said he hadn't wanted people to laugh at him, I explained that the people thought his response was fun and different.  I forgot to mention that no one was expecting anyone to say that.  He then wished he said astronauts.  Thinking he was trying to be silly, I told him I didn't think that was a good idea.  "But," he said with a slight whine in his voice.  "Astronauts are better than hot dogs."

"Oh," I said realizing he was dead serious.  "Aren't you thankful for your family?"

Silence. 

I told him he didn't need to answer that.  It's not that he doesn't love his family.  He does.  I just think we need to have an FHE lesson on Thanksgiving.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Ward Halloween Party

I don't know about you guys, but I felt a huge burden lift after our ward Halloween party Friday night.  Costumes were finally finished, and the children liked them...for the most part.  Unfortunately, Josh's costume fit him a little too well.  I don't know how much longer he can comfortably wear the costume if I don't cut it in half, add a few inches, and sew it back together.  I'd like the costume to double as pajamas this winter. 
 Caleb's and Esther's Batman and Robin costumes turn out well.  I copied the idea from my mother-in-law's superman and spider-man costumes she'd made just about 30 years ago.  The chest part and cape are connected by velcro, and a belt sewn onto the chest part is velcroed around the waist.  I worried that having an easily removeable costume wasn't good for an 18 month old, but it proved not to be a problem.  Esther wore it the rest of the night and made me wish I'd actually tried to have her wear a mask.  Oh well.

The trickiest part of the whole night was trying to get Caleb to wear black pants.  "Batman doesn't wear pants," he'd say.  Caleb was right.  Batman (Adam West) doesn't wear any pants.  After a few melt downs and a time out to recover from the melt downs, Caleb felt a little better about wearing pants instead of shorts.  I probably would have let him wear shorts if a cold front hadn't come threw even if his idea of a good pair of shorts to wear with a batman costume was his red Lightning McQween shorts.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

My attempt to voice my opinion of a controversial issue


Recently, I read a thoughtful blog post on mormonmonnywriters.blogspot.com about the Relief Society General  broadcast.  The post was entitled “In case you thought Mormons were sexist.”
Based on the title alone, the author was asking for trouble…in my humble opinion.  Perhaps she didn’t know her blog’s readers as well as she thought she did.  Perhaps she didn’t know the 3,000 hits wouldn't all agree with her.  After 64 interesting comments, she closed the comments section for that post saying… “While I appreciate many of you who have been able to respectfully share your differing views and contribute to the discussion, the post was intended as an uplifting and positive message, not as an invitation for contention.  Mormon Mommy Writers is not a battleground…”
The person called “Anonymous”  in comment #3 or #5, depending how you count, wrote “It does not matter how well the men in the church treat the women, the point it that the men are in charge and that is the problem.  There is no equality unless women are capable of holding the same leadership positions as men.  It’s okay for women to be okay with the arrangement, and to say they don’t want the top leadership positions anyway, which is often heard from Mormon women.  But this is not equality.”  The anonymous comment ends with “Just because you don’t mind being second class citizens, or don’t feel that you are treated as second class citizens by the first class citizens, does not mean that you are not, in fact, second class citizens.”
The farther you read in the comments the more interesting they get.  You also don’t need to read them all to know how ugly they’d get.  I think I stopped around comment 20.
In the eyes of the world we are unequal.  I think it’s rather harsh and rude to call it sexist, but women do not hold high offices in our church.  I believe by definition that is unequal.  Many women are qualified to hold such offices, but will never be called to hold the keys because they are women.
Through the eyes of the church, we have different roles.  Men hold the priesthood and are to ”preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families” while women “are primarily responsible for the nurture of their children.  In these sacred responsibilities, fathers and mothers are obligated to help one another as equal partners. ”
So…that’s it?  The only responsibility we have that distinguishes ourselves from men is that we nurture children.  Huh.  That doesn’t seem like much.
Now that I’m in the full motherhood mode, however, I feel like, in order to be a successful homemaker, a mother needs the same skills one needs to run a small country. 
But still…motherhood.  That’s it.  That’s all that makes or breaks the success of a woman in the eyes of God. 
Well, there are the other things.  Faith, Baptism, Repentance, listening and acting on the promptings of the Spirit, keeping the commandments, temple service, enduring to the end…but all those things are what the men are expected to keep up with as well.
The men have the priesthood, the power to act in God’s name, and we have motherhood…the power to bare and nurture children.  Hmmm.
Let’s say that the different roles, which God has set up, really are equal.  What would that mean?
For those of us that see the different roles as unequal, we most likely don’t fully understand the importance of motherhood.  We’ve been told that motherhood is a divine calling.  Motherhood is next to Godliness.  I think that we do have a divine role as mothers.  I’m sure I don’t fully understand the importance of motherhood, but as I continue to try to be the best mother I can be, following the teachings of Christ, the scriptures, and the latter-day prophets, I think I might get a glimpse of its importance.
On the other hand…
Let’s say that God gave the women and men different roles that He knew were unequal.  What would that mean?
For those of us that have difficulty working with a presiding priesthood leader that’s not as qualified to fulfill his calling as we are or another woman we know, we must understand that there is no obvious answer why the inequality exists and rely on our faith to help us endure to the end.  After the trial of our faith with much study, prayer, and fasting, we may see line upon line why we have the duties we have and why men have theirs.
Or God’s a respecter of persons, and we are second class citizens in the sight of God. 
Or the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is not true. 
Or there is no God. 
But there is a God.  The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saint is true, and I believe in the scriptures that tell us that God is not a respecter of persons.  We’re all equally loved in the eyes of God.  Does that resolve the issue of whether or not there is inequality in our church?  No.  Not at all.   
I didn’t even touch on women who don’t have children.
Yet, I do know the basic fundimentals of the Gospel of Jesus Christ are true.  I know that Thomas S. Monson is the prophet who leads the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints under the direction of Jesus Christ.  The Book of Mormon is true.  I believe that Heavenly Father wants me at this time of my life to be a mother, and the best mother I can be.  Motherhood is my greatest responsibility.
With this testimony, my faith keeps me going, keeps me trying to be “a doer of the word and not a hearer only.”  The more I've tried to live "the faith" the happier I've been.
I know that God lives.  Jesus is the Christ.
Amen.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Happy October!

This might be a yearly post.  Esther wasn't in it last year, though.  I think she might have been taking a nap.  This year she's right in the middle of the fun.
 What did your kids do during general conference?
I'd like to say they listened to every word, but...

Josh perked up when Elder Cook talked about Eric Little on Saturday.  Well, we pointed out to Josh that Elder Cook was talking about one of the fast runner in "Chariots of Fire."  Then he perked up and listened.  Josh couldn't wait to tell his Grandparents that Eric Little was blessed because he chose not to run on Sunday.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

First Day of School

We were all excited for Joshua's first day of school.  Caleb, Esther, and I dropped him off at his classroom door.  They weren't running school buses for Kindergartners on his first day of school.
I could tell Josh was a little nervous from his thin lips and white face, but he said a brief, "bye," and walked through the classroom door without a backwards glance.  When we picked him up, his teacher said, "he was a leader and read for Kindergarten."
Esther is wearing a summer shirt I didn't finish until September.  I got frustrated with the pattern instructions while trying to do the facing and interfacing.  I ended up doing my own thing.  Still looks nice if you don't look too closely.
Nate saw this hawk swoop down talons first at some critter.  The hawk missed.  He's perched on our fence behind our garage in this picture.
This picture was taken before his first ever soccer game.  Below, you see Josh walking away from the goal he scored at his first soccer game.  Nate and I both played defense when we were little and can count how many goals scored between the two of us in our entire soccer careers on one finger.

It's not pictured, but Caleb started joy school and is loving it.  It's two and a half hours twice a week...perfect for him.  He's the youngest in the group, so he's mostly an observer.  When he has something to say, though, he will say it.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Broccoli Face


Nate's been on a weird schedule this month.  His schedule is not only weird, but also inconsistent.  He was working nights over last weekend and Monday.  He slept most of Tuesday.  Then he left for work at 5:30 am on Wednesday and came home around 4:30.  Today he's working from noon to 10 pm.  Tomorrow or Saturday (I can't remember which day), he'll leave at 6 pm and come home sometime in the early morning.  I've not idea what his schedule will be next week.  I don't think he does either.  I'll ask him when he comes home.

With Nate gone for dinner, I wasn't really motivated to make an elaborate dinner.  So...Macaroni and Cheese it was, but to make my conscience breath a little easier, I gave everyone equal parts Mac-n-cheese and Broccoli. 

Of all of the veggies God created, I would never have guess my children would like broccoli best, but looking like a tree helps its cause.  And being dark green adds bonus points in its favor to Caleb's eyes.  But still..Broccoli.  I guess the after-dinner-broccoli-lingering-scent doesn't effect them like it does me.  While I'd prefer a loaded salad with dressing, they'd rather have broccoli hands down.

Esther is hit or miss with broccoli, though.  I'm not sure how much of what I gave her ended up in her tummy, tonight.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Summer Update

 A birthday surprise visit!
I'm 29!
Visit from the Wrights of PA!
 Superman, Spiderman, and Super Why!
 Camping!

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Nate's Week Off!

There is so much I've wanted to blog about the last month.  Funny things said.  Funny things done.  Funny First Attempts.  Funny Failures.  Funny Successes.  Funny Stuff.

Unfortunately, I haven't really found a blogging grove.  I did schedule it for Monday mornings when Esther's down for a nap and the boys are watching Super Why and Dinosaur Train.
But...Esther doesn't really take morning naps anymore...and Mondays tend to be catch-up-with-what-you-neglected-to-do-over-the-weekend days.

Saturdays have been special days, but a lot of things have waited for Monday.

Excuses.
Excuses.
Excuses.

Anyway...here's what we did the last week of June.  Nate's Week off...with Uncle Ian.


Cincinnati Reds Game

When we were playing ball in the back yard today, Caleb said, "This is the Cincinnati Greens!"
Green is Caleb's favorite color.
Caleb's wearing a green shirt in every picture.

We visited Kirtland, OH...

We then went to Niagara Falls.

...and got wet...
really wet...

really, really wet...
he, he, he...

It was an awesome week!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Esther's first love and Josh's first graduation

What's the first thing Esther points to or walks to at a park?


I have to peal her hands off when it's time to do something else.
Sad thing about swings.  The pusher tires out faster than the pushee.

Joy School Graduation


A good experience for Josh...and me.  I'm excited that Caleb's doing it next year.  With that said, I'm excited for Josh to start Kindergarten.  Josh is excited for school, too.  He was a little intimidated at the kindergarten screening.  Well, who wouldn't when you walk into a room with five or six ladies sitting in a semi-circle around a table waiting to "play" with you.  Cheese.  I was intimidated.


Friday, June 8, 2012

I am addicted to food

...and the chances of this addiction always being in the background of my life are high.  Unlike a recovering alcoholic or chain smoker, I can't not eat.  I can't not cook.  I can't not stay out of the refrigerator for the rest of my life.

...but I can set rules...guidelines.

...but what rules?  What guidelines?

You hear...don't eat carbs.  In another book, you hear...eat carbs, but the good kinds.  You hear...don't eat fat.  Somebody else says...Eat fat, but not the bad kinds.  You hear you should count calories.  Yet, you hear don't count calories, but follow these 150 don'ts and do's.

So I tried to eat good carbs, good fat, but I still wanted that cookie, bowl of ice cream, brownies, handfuls and handfuls of granola...

Then I read, Eat to Live.

Yeah, I know it's the latest "cool" diet to follow...at least where I'm living, but it's made the most sense.

What did I get out of the book?

Eat more vegetables.

Yeah, yeah, I know that's what our mothers have been telling us and what we're telling our child now, but really...we need to eat more vegetables.  I mean...vegetables need to be our main dishes.

I haven't gone vegetarian or vegan, but since I've started eating mainly fruit for breakfast, huge salads w/beans for lunch, and a huge salad with the main course on the side, I've noticed positive changes.  No, I'm not skinny.  The food addiction is still there, but when I mess up, I feel like it's easier to get back on track.

I'm hoping I learn how to make other vegetable dishes and soups better before I get sick of salads.  Until then, salad it is with iceberg, spinach, romaine, kale, and other lettuces, tomatoes, peppers, mushrooms, cucumbers, celery, carrots, broccoli...

I still do dressing, though.  I tend to stick with the fat free kinds, but I really like this one...
I made it for a pizza party.  Below are my changes.

I didn't add chicken.
I didn't add red peppers or cilantro because I didn't have any.  I mixed in some dry parsley.  Silly?  Probably.  I don't have any fresh on hand.
I used spinach and random lettuce from my mom's garden instead of romaine.
I didn't sprinkle black sesame seeds on top.  I had white ones that I was going to use, but I forgot.
I put in fresh pineapple (my favorite fruit in the world).
For the dressing, I used regular white vinegar instead of white wine.
I still put in the same sesame seed oil that I've had for the last seven years.  I'm not dead yet.
I only use 1/2 cup of canola oil.

The salad tasted really good, but you can't take my word for it!

Anyway...

I can't guarantee I'll be fit and healthy for the rest of my life, but by following the "Eat More Vegetables" motto, I feel like I have a fighting chance.

Happy Eating!

Monday, May 7, 2012

A Little Late...

It's a project (string of felt peeps from a fun crafty blog I lost the link to) that I started a week before Easter, and...well...better late than never.  They'll be ready for next Easter.


I didn't know playing "dress-ups" started this early.  Maybe she just wants to be like her brothers.  She sees them wear it.  Whatever it is...we'll be in the basement, and she crawls up to me holding the cap or the "S" bib in her hand making the "uh, uh" or "plsss, plsss" (translation = "Will you do this for me?") sound.  When I put the cap and bib on, she bounces up and down and squeals.

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Happy Spring! Happy Spring Break! Happy Easter! Happy Esther's Brithday!!!

Happy Spring!

 My mother-in-law gave me some tulips, and my mother helped me plant them.  Hurray for mothers!  The tulips were fully open and beautiful, but they took a beat down from the heavy rain we had.
 Nate had a week off the week before Easter.  We went to the Air Force science musuem early in the week.  We watched a fighter airplane IMAX.  During the show, Josh told me he didn't want to be a firghter pilot when he grew up.  I was fine with that.

Later in the week, we went bowling.  Fun, fun, fun.  The boys beat me during the first game, but I had an awesome come back in the second game almost beating Nate.  The boys and Esther had fun.
 On the day before Easter, we went on a Easter Bunny Train Ride just southeast of us.  The train drove us to an Easter Egg Hunt.  The boys were at the perfect age for this particular egg hunt.  There were 40 or so children in their age group and about 150 eggs for them to find.  The orchestrator anounced that each child could get 5 Easter eggs.  You do the math.  Josh found 4, and Caleb found none.  Luckily, Caleb and Joshua were more into the experience of it all then the lack of equal opportunity rights.  Also, Joshua shares...most of the time.  He gave one to Caleb, one to Esther, and one to a sad little boy who found no eggs.  All in all it was a FUN (Josh wanted to type a word) trip.  We drove by the Wright brother's bike place and homestead and had a good lunch at a place called Roots. 


Happy Easter!

Aunt Sarah came to visit!  What fun!  She helped us dye Easter Eggs, watched the old school batman with us, went to the Gibby Family Easter Bash on Sunday with us, went to the zoo with us, and hung out with us.  Thank you, Sarah!  We're  glad you could visit.

Happy First Birthday, Esther!!!
She had two eager helpers assist her in unwrapping her presents.  Caleb particularly enjoyed bumping the presents on her head.
She had a Chocolate Mint Cake and liked it, but she liked the vanilla ice cream better.
Esther is a delight.  She smiles, laughs, and says, "Hi."  She loves playing in the sandbox, eating bananas ("Nana"), playing with balls, putting blocks and other items inside containers and taking them out again, laughing with her brothers, climbing up stairs.  She lets all her joys, sorrows, frustrations, and laughs known to one and all.

She's been taking a couple of first steps and even a second step, but not walking yet.  I get to hold onto my baby a little longer.