Today I was in charge of sharing time. As I prepared I came across the talk by Boyd K. Packer called "Spiritual Crocodiles". Interestingly enough, it came out in the Ensign in May of 1976. The same time I was born. (yea, that is totally irrelevant). Anyway, I decided to do my sharing time on how the apostles and prophets protect us from spiritual crocodiles. I had these crocodiles taped up all around the room and on the back was listed a spritual crocodile to watch out for. You know, dihonesty, unclean thoughts, not paying tithes and offerings, not praying. . . you get the picture. Then I had a quote from an apostle or Prophet combatting each crocodile.
Anyway, we were going along just dandy when the spiritual crocodile of bad music came up. I thought I ought to explain to the kids what bad music would sound like. I explained that bad music might have bad words in it. Suddenly, Ben pipes up and says "You mean like the ones on your playlist."
There were some wide eyes and many chuckling adults in the room. I just smiled, a bit embarrassed, and moved on. I guess I will have to talk to Ben about keeping my sins a secret from the primary. The funny thing is, he wasn't tattling on me or trying to imbarrass me. He just made the connection of what I was talking about and compared it to what he knew. We had talked several times about this particular song. In my defense, the song he is talking about is "Suddenly I See" by KT Tunstall. I really like the song as do my children but she uses the work Hell over and over. My kids kept asking me to put the song on their playlist so I decided that we would ban the song, but somehow it is still on my playlist. I guess it's time to take care of that.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I should be working. I have a meeting that I have to conduct tomorrow. I am nervous. . . though it's no big deal and I have conducted meetings like this many times in a brick and mortar school(brick and mortar is how the online school world refers to schools in a building). Anyway, I noticed how neglected my blog has been for a couple of weeks. Maybe I have had nothing to say. Maybe nothing has been happening. . . but I am sure there have been things. Like. . .
we had both cars inspected and both failed. We have probably spent close to a thousand dollars between the two (even with Nate doing most of the work himself) and are hoping to have new stickers on the plates this week. Please oh please.
This morning I shut my door to work for several hours. When I finally surfaced around noon I saw every rag from the drawer covering the floor. Emily wanted apple juice and tried oh so hard to pour it for herself. Unfortunately, the gallon spilled on the floor instead. Mop for lunch anyone.
Nate and I have watched way too much "Lost" and we still have way too much to go. It's all we watch anymore. Will it ever end?
The sun has come out and we have returned to life outside of our home. It is awesome to sit outside and watch the kids play again.
After an entire winter of inactivity I have returned to my walking regime. . . and my shins are so in pain.
Life is happening all the time. I love it.
we had both cars inspected and both failed. We have probably spent close to a thousand dollars between the two (even with Nate doing most of the work himself) and are hoping to have new stickers on the plates this week. Please oh please.
This morning I shut my door to work for several hours. When I finally surfaced around noon I saw every rag from the drawer covering the floor. Emily wanted apple juice and tried oh so hard to pour it for herself. Unfortunately, the gallon spilled on the floor instead. Mop for lunch anyone.
Nate and I have watched way too much "Lost" and we still have way too much to go. It's all we watch anymore. Will it ever end?
The sun has come out and we have returned to life outside of our home. It is awesome to sit outside and watch the kids play again.
After an entire winter of inactivity I have returned to my walking regime. . . and my shins are so in pain.
Life is happening all the time. I love it.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
February in Review
Let's see if I can pick up some of the missing pieces of February before it is gone for good. This month Ben sang with his class at the Harmon's grocery store. Now if you know Ben, you know that Ben does not put up with annoyances very well. So, there was the entire 1st grade in Harmon's singing away. Ben was standing by this girl. . . she was a head taller than him. Ben was having a great time singing. On the last song Ben kept including actions. . . probably ones they had learned with it, but I don't think they were supposed to be using them there. Anyway, this girl next to Ben kept getting after him about it. Finally, the song ended. All was quiet, except I saw this girl get after Ben again. Suddenly he turns to her and yells "I wasn't doing that!" He got pulled out of the group until they lined up to leave. However, in his defense, this girl was annoying him the entire time. I would have yelled at her too. 
Of course, there was this other incident. The chorister in our primary works in the lunch room at Ben's school. She told me that the other day Ben got into a yelling match with another student in the lunch room. Lucky for me, my friend keeps an eye on Ben, so she ran out to take care of it. . . and probably kept Ben out of trouble. Apparently this other kid said Ben was not very good at basketball. Oh, imagine. Ben, who is pretty easily offended took great offense at this. How could someone say something like that. Sounds like Nate and I need to get out and play a little basketball with Ben.
Yesterday we did mommy/daughter, daddy/son dates. Ben and Nate went to play lazer tag and race track. The girls and I got our hair done and went to watch cousins Nikki and Sidney dance at a competition here in Ogden. We had a great time. Rachel was mesmerized by all the beautiful costumes and dancing. Maybe we will finally get her some dance lessons.
February 2010. . . over. I wonder where we will be in February of 2011.
Of course, there was this other incident. The chorister in our primary works in the lunch room at Ben's school. She told me that the other day Ben got into a yelling match with another student in the lunch room. Lucky for me, my friend keeps an eye on Ben, so she ran out to take care of it. . . and probably kept Ben out of trouble. Apparently this other kid said Ben was not very good at basketball. Oh, imagine. Ben, who is pretty easily offended took great offense at this. How could someone say something like that. Sounds like Nate and I need to get out and play a little basketball with Ben.
Yesterday we did mommy/daughter, daddy/son dates. Ben and Nate went to play lazer tag and race track. The girls and I got our hair done and went to watch cousins Nikki and Sidney dance at a competition here in Ogden. We had a great time. Rachel was mesmerized by all the beautiful costumes and dancing. Maybe we will finally get her some dance lessons.
February 2010. . . over. I wonder where we will be in February of 2011.
That's Not a Word
This last little bit I have been playing Facebook Scrabble with a few in my family. Last week Nate and I started playing eachother. Last night we were playing. Rachel was watching me as I tried to brainstorm some way to use an X. When I brain storm I try all kinds of things. Hey, I have a limited vocabulary, so I am always trying to stumble on a word that is not currently in my vocabulary. I had laid ASEX down. Rachel laughed and said "SEX. Mom, that's not a word." Nathan was just agreeing with her when Ben piped in "SEXY!" Hmm. . . we couldn't find a way around that one. We just changed the subject. I am going to have to be more careful with that X.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Danger: Way too Personal
I have thought about what to write here or if I should write anything at all. The outcome is, though this is probably too personal for a normal blog, it is cleansing to get it out to a small group of friends.
I erased my last couple of posts so if you didn't already know, we lost our baby. It was almost a week ago that I found out. Thursday, dreading what was about to happen we checked into the hospital to get the miscarriage going. They gave me a medication to soften my cervix. I was afraid the pain was going to be bad, but I labored mild for about twelve hours and then it was over. I only had to have one dose of pain medicine. Once the baby was out we found out it was a boy. He got the cord wrapped around his leg really tight. It cut off the blood flow. The doctor said that it is very rare for the cause of death to be a cord accident so the chances of my next pregnancy being normal are good.
I thought I had dealt pretty well with things. By the time Thursday came I didn't even need to cry anymore, but coming home, everything over, was harder than I imagined. It was a overwhelmingly empty feeling. I was so thankful to have Nathan with me every step. Our family gave us the entire weekend to just be together while they kept our kids. We needed it and enjoyed the time we had together. Although, by the end we were both anxious to have the commotion return to our home. We were missing the kids.
How do I really feel about all of this. I feel that it wasn't God's will for us to raise this little boy. I am ok with that. Just wish I could have. :) And. . . I am so thankful for my noisy, naughty, wonderful children. Never have I been more grateful that they made it to me to make my life what it is today.
So, the far too personal blog is done. I went back to work today. It feels good to try to return to normal. . . like how I just asked the kids who had stinky feet and Ben replied "it's me. I have fart feet." Thank goodness for children who are able to leave sadness behind and return to normal easily. They make it easier for me too.
I erased my last couple of posts so if you didn't already know, we lost our baby. It was almost a week ago that I found out. Thursday, dreading what was about to happen we checked into the hospital to get the miscarriage going. They gave me a medication to soften my cervix. I was afraid the pain was going to be bad, but I labored mild for about twelve hours and then it was over. I only had to have one dose of pain medicine. Once the baby was out we found out it was a boy. He got the cord wrapped around his leg really tight. It cut off the blood flow. The doctor said that it is very rare for the cause of death to be a cord accident so the chances of my next pregnancy being normal are good.
I thought I had dealt pretty well with things. By the time Thursday came I didn't even need to cry anymore, but coming home, everything over, was harder than I imagined. It was a overwhelmingly empty feeling. I was so thankful to have Nathan with me every step. Our family gave us the entire weekend to just be together while they kept our kids. We needed it and enjoyed the time we had together. Although, by the end we were both anxious to have the commotion return to our home. We were missing the kids.
How do I really feel about all of this. I feel that it wasn't God's will for us to raise this little boy. I am ok with that. Just wish I could have. :) And. . . I am so thankful for my noisy, naughty, wonderful children. Never have I been more grateful that they made it to me to make my life what it is today.
So, the far too personal blog is done. I went back to work today. It feels good to try to return to normal. . . like how I just asked the kids who had stinky feet and Ben replied "it's me. I have fart feet." Thank goodness for children who are able to leave sadness behind and return to normal easily. They make it easier for me too.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Mother Guilt
I am two weeks into my new job now. . . really three if you count my first week in which I did nothing. :) I received my first paycheck. . . and consequently, since I am on a salary, I still got paid that week. Getting a paycheck again was awesome. So far I am liking my job. Last week was my first week using my online classroom. Admittedly, it was a little scary and awkward. I got through it though and next week will be much easier. The students are all nice kids and I had a lot of fun getting to know them. I like working with a little bit older student. They have a bit more of an opinion in life. I have two students here in Ogden so I talked with the parents about visiting them. I might as well get to see some faces.
In the end though, work is still work. I get up, get Ben ready and off to school, then I come home and go to work. Some days I work for a couple hours and then break. Those days are better because i can give a bit of attention to the girls. Wednesday's it seems like i am scheduled non stop. Last Wednesday was really hard on the girls. I may have to get a sitter once a week. Friday I had done my break, but I could see the girls were still bored. I had to get back online so I did something desperate. I got out paints, real word painting paint, gave the girls some wood blocks and left them to paint there hearts out. The whole time I thought I must be crazy. . . but actually, they did very well. Two hours later when I emerged from my office (unfortunately, that is also my bedroom) there was no paint on the floor and the blocks were painted. Rachel even put her name on the blocks.
I know it's hard on them. I sat down with Rachel and reasoned with her in terms of money. I told her how much I make an hour. She was amazed. . . I mean.. . I doesn't take much to amaze a 5 year old who thinks in terms of the toys she could buy with that money. It's hard not to feel guilty about not being there 100%, but at least I am there. I still feel very lucky, even with my guilt, that I got this job. Especially with so many teachers being laid off this year after many districts doing major budget makeovers. There are going to be a lot of people looking for jobs. So, once again, I am so thankful for this blessing.
In the end though, work is still work. I get up, get Ben ready and off to school, then I come home and go to work. Some days I work for a couple hours and then break. Those days are better because i can give a bit of attention to the girls. Wednesday's it seems like i am scheduled non stop. Last Wednesday was really hard on the girls. I may have to get a sitter once a week. Friday I had done my break, but I could see the girls were still bored. I had to get back online so I did something desperate. I got out paints, real word painting paint, gave the girls some wood blocks and left them to paint there hearts out. The whole time I thought I must be crazy. . . but actually, they did very well. Two hours later when I emerged from my office (unfortunately, that is also my bedroom) there was no paint on the floor and the blocks were painted. Rachel even put her name on the blocks.
I know it's hard on them. I sat down with Rachel and reasoned with her in terms of money. I told her how much I make an hour. She was amazed. . . I mean.. . I doesn't take much to amaze a 5 year old who thinks in terms of the toys she could buy with that money. It's hard not to feel guilty about not being there 100%, but at least I am there. I still feel very lucky, even with my guilt, that I got this job. Especially with so many teachers being laid off this year after many districts doing major budget makeovers. There are going to be a lot of people looking for jobs. So, once again, I am so thankful for this blessing.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Goodbye January
It's the last day of January. I thought I would just wrap things up with a few things I forgot or wanted to blog.
The other night Emily was sitting on Nate's lap talking with him. I said "Dad is such a sucker for little girls." We continued talking for a bit and Nate was playing with Emily. I said "Dad's nice." Then Emily responded. . ."Yes, but Dad is not a lollipop." At first Nate and I looked at each other wondering where she got that until we recalled the sucker statement. We had a little giggle.
We always do our family home evening on Sunday nights. Tonight we played a game that Nate used in his primary lesson today. Since Nate is in the Bishopric he had to come in and teach the 5th Sunday Sharing Time for primary. It was really good. He talked about service. He shared how when he was a kid his mom made he and his brothers learn to sing and dance together so they could perform for the old folks. He talked about how he hated it at the time. . . but how it taught him so much about service.
(Can you guess which one is Nate?)
Then he played a game with the kids. They had a spoon hooked onto a dowel. They had to figure out how to eat M and M's with the super long spoon. Of course, the answer, was to serve others by feeding someone else. The kids loved the game and so we played it again for family home evening.
Nate got the idea from a thought book he kept from his mission. The story talks about a man who dreams about hell. He gets there and there are people surrounding a table set with a delicious meal. But the only utensil they have is so long they can't eat. Then he goes to heaven, and sees the same scene, only this time the people are happily enjoying their meal because they are feeding each other. Clever.
So, February will start with me truly getting into my new job. I go to Salt Lake tomorrow for a training meeting. I also get to pick up my laptop. . . hehehe. . . a laptop no one can use but me. Exciting. I am liking this job already. I still have a lot to learn but hopefully within a week I will be going full speed ahead.
I am not sorry to say goodbye to January. It is always a long and cold month. Actually, it went by fairly fast. . . but it was cold and gloomy. Only one more month and then we will start seeing some signs of spring again. I was thinking about it today. Although I hate winter, nothing beats those first moments when the snow melts and everything is reborn. It is a reminder to me of the constancy of the human spirit. How, even when we are beaten down, seemingly to the bottom, rebirth and continued growth are an absolute fact. True life. . . the divine spirits within every one of us, can never be beaten.
The other night Emily was sitting on Nate's lap talking with him. I said "Dad is such a sucker for little girls." We continued talking for a bit and Nate was playing with Emily. I said "Dad's nice." Then Emily responded. . ."Yes, but Dad is not a lollipop." At first Nate and I looked at each other wondering where she got that until we recalled the sucker statement. We had a little giggle.
We always do our family home evening on Sunday nights. Tonight we played a game that Nate used in his primary lesson today. Since Nate is in the Bishopric he had to come in and teach the 5th Sunday Sharing Time for primary. It was really good. He talked about service. He shared how when he was a kid his mom made he and his brothers learn to sing and dance together so they could perform for the old folks. He talked about how he hated it at the time. . . but how it taught him so much about service.
(Can you guess which one is Nate?)
Then he played a game with the kids. They had a spoon hooked onto a dowel. They had to figure out how to eat M and M's with the super long spoon. Of course, the answer, was to serve others by feeding someone else. The kids loved the game and so we played it again for family home evening.
Nate got the idea from a thought book he kept from his mission. The story talks about a man who dreams about hell. He gets there and there are people surrounding a table set with a delicious meal. But the only utensil they have is so long they can't eat. Then he goes to heaven, and sees the same scene, only this time the people are happily enjoying their meal because they are feeding each other. Clever.
So, February will start with me truly getting into my new job. I go to Salt Lake tomorrow for a training meeting. I also get to pick up my laptop. . . hehehe. . . a laptop no one can use but me. Exciting. I am liking this job already. I still have a lot to learn but hopefully within a week I will be going full speed ahead.
I am not sorry to say goodbye to January. It is always a long and cold month. Actually, it went by fairly fast. . . but it was cold and gloomy. Only one more month and then we will start seeing some signs of spring again. I was thinking about it today. Although I hate winter, nothing beats those first moments when the snow melts and everything is reborn. It is a reminder to me of the constancy of the human spirit. How, even when we are beaten down, seemingly to the bottom, rebirth and continued growth are an absolute fact. True life. . . the divine spirits within every one of us, can never be beaten.
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