Rewind: Birthday Baby

We celebrated Mookie's 1st birthday by swimming till our lips were blue at the Orem Rec Center. Then we went saw The Princess and the Frog with the Shumheads followed by cake and pictures at home!

Mmmm.

MMMMmmmmmm.

MMMMMMMM!

Gimme more cake!

Au Naturale with some censorship.

She is the best thing that ever came of a car accident.
We love Maya!

Rewind: Christmas 2009

The week of Christmas Ammon's dad was able to come visit us. He dressed up as Santa and surprised the kids with piggies banks, piggy bucks, and lot of sticker decorations. Later that night, India threw up all OVER Grandpa W's bed. A few hours later, Maya started throwing up. And then Ammon started throwing up. And then Grandpa W started throwing up. And Aunt Hannah. But I didn't (gloat gloat - but seriously, I've paid my throw up dues and I have the fillings to prove it).

Christmas day was spent in our pajamies. We were spoiled and happy to be together. On the 24th, India and I saw the Nutcracker ballet together. India was yelling at Fritz for breaking Clara's doll. And her other favorite part was the children who came out from under Mother Buffoon's skirt.

This is poor sick India in the background passed out from troubles with her tummy bug.

India knows that Santa and the Easter Bunny are not real, but a fun tradition. However, I have no qualms about blaming things that go wrong or missing on St. Patty's leprechaun.

Rewind: No More

Footage blurb after Maya had eaten the first three oreos in her life.

Rewind: Mookie

Crazy Pigtails

Another princess in the family

Rewind: Fall & Halloween 2009

Fun in the leaves

Not so much fun in the leaves.

Hannah and I did a costume swap!  Isn't Maya such a scary bear?

Always a princess.  

Snuggling in bed together.  Maya still hasn't learned.

Started out Halloween morning with Run for Your Vida 5k with Lauren, Trent, Janel, and Hannah.  We ROCK ladies (and Trent).  I already miss our runs together!

Trick or Treating with Hannah & Asher-man on a mild Halloween night.

Bears will eat whatever they can get their hands on.

 Who can't wait for Halloween again next year?

Confession and a Happy Ending

After India sat in time out over and over and over again for the same thing (telling me no when I asked her to do something), I flipped and went overboard with consequences: No toys, no movies or cartoons, no friends - for an indefinite amount of time.  I finished picking up her messy room and moved all of the toys into my room.  I left her in bed sobbing.

Luckily, India's other parent was sane at the moment.  While I was still pouting and fuming, Ammon got India out of bed and cuddled her and talked to her about why she was upset and why we (he said we, even though I was the only upset lunatic) were upset.  Then we all came up with a plan of what India could do to earn back her privileges.  I'm sharing because Ammon and India sure have cute brains:

• wash dishes --- earns costumes
• sort, fold, and put away laundry --- earns toy drawers
• play with and read books to Maya --- earns cartoons/movies
• vacuum --- earns rocking horse
• email Grandpas and Grandmas --- earns playing with friends
• draw Daddy a picture --- earns backpack with tea set
• sweep floors --- earns play kitchen

India and I stayed up late because Maya will not stay in bed if India is in there.  While we're waiting, India is jumping up and down, making her heart go bouncy bouncy, which, she tells me, is the way to stop a heart attack.  I love my little problem-solver. And then the power goes out.    And all TEN smoke alarms go off.  And we found all TEN smoke alarms by the light of my cell phone and the ringing in our ears because a) I could not find a flashlight in our 72 hour kits, and b) when I finally did find a wind-up flashlight, it sucked.  And how did Maya and Belle (family dog we've inherited till she dies) sleep through that?  So there will be a few adjustments to our 72 hour kits.  Anyway, we found candles and glow-in-the-dark bracelets. (I am so stocking up on more of those).  India and I decided to have a sleepover on the couch, which was really fun besides her kneeing me in the eye nine times.

So I've got a lot of work to "oversee" today.  I wish I had had the foresight to also assign India Project Poop this morning.  However, Maya is now in the bathtub, and India and I have a lot of air freshening and laundering to do.

I'm Thankful For

1. Sisters sharing a bike and ABC racing with India.
2. Abe Lincoln.  And thank you Abe.  I am awesome!
3. The new computer we ordered, which is almost here.  I will be able to download pictures from my camera to the computer and to our blogfrogblog once again.
4. My sister will be off her mission in 1 month and 1 day.  The New Hampshire family will get her first, but I'll be able to call her.
5. My Centerville library card.

Something Redeemable About Walmart

I think there is only 1 kind employee at Walmart.  After 11 pm too.  As I was paying for my made-in-China loot, the checker stuck a bunch of plastic bags in my newly purchased garbage cans.  And I didn't notice till I got home.  

I love meeting nice people.

Crimeny - We're Really Moving!

I'll be back soon!

Yesterday was my favorite day of the week.

We have late church now, which I love.  India and I  played Princess Dominoes and Cooties, we made waffles again, Ammon was home, and the weather was nice as long as you weren't breathing it. 

Before church Ammon and I had a talk with India about the earthquake in Haiti.  We looked at pictures on ksl.com and discussed what the people were doing/feeling in each one.  She noticed Haitians had a different color of skin than we do.  I'm glad because we've been talking about race since last summer.  Then we asked India if she would give some of her money from her piggy bank to help the people in Haiti.  India started crying. She said it was hard.  She didn't want to because she was saving up to buy a toy.  I started crying because how do you help a three-year-old understand starvation, devastation, and urgency? I told India the story of The Good Samaritan, and Ammon explained that Jesus wants us to help other people however we can. India understood.  And she willingly gave up her money. We are so proud of her for doing hard things. Later in church, we showed India the picture of The Good Samaritan, and she told us the story word-for-word after only hearing it once!

To end a beautiful day, we went to Centerville for church and Rachel's 13th birthday (sniff sniff - my beautiful little sister is a teenager).  We played Junior Trivial Pursuit and got mad at Ammon for answering everybody's questions.  The only thing missing was Dad.  It's not right to have our family traditions without him.  Hopefully, my family can be with him soon in New Hampshire.  We miss you Dad!

Waffles: So Much Better For Dinner Than Breakfast

After a cooking catastrophe earlier this week, India and I opted for waffles for dinner. And they were delicious.  And since we don't buy syrup and the Royer's didn't have any, I made homemade syrup (Brad offered to make some syrup since he didn't have any - it never dawned on me that you could make syrup. Stop making fun of me).  I can't tell you what it tasted like because I'm not a syrup person, but it made India happy and that's all I needed.

I don't think I'll ever like cooking.  What turns me off is the mess it creates.  And then when it doesn't taste good, I've wasted money and time.

In other news, I nearly left Maya on someone's doorstep this week. She's cutting four teeth and is as temperamental as carnivore on a banana-and-green-leafy-stuff diet.  If she had acted like this before her 1 year guarantee expired, she'd a been put up for adoption in Russia.  I'm not one of those unconditional lovin' mothers. Lucky for me and Maya we've got Ammon to save us from each other at the end of the day. I love my husband.

Aunt Elaine's Best Ever Waffles
2 cups flour                       2 eggs (seperated)
2 tsp baking powder         2 cups milk
pinch of salt                      1 tsp vanilla
2 tsp sugar                        6 TB oil

Seperate eggs. Add yolk to liquid ingredients. Beat in dry ingredietns. Beat eggs whites until soft peaks form. Fold into batter. Bake in preheated waffle iron.  ENJOY!  And thank you Grandma Parker for the deluxe waffle iron.  You have no idea how many times I use that thing.

What!

I asked India what she wanted for Christmas.

India: "Another costume."

Me: "What kind of costume?"

India: "A Hannah Tanna dress costume."

Me: "A WHAT? Where did you learn about Hannah Montana? Which of your friends has a Hannah Montana costume?"

India: "Not Tristan. Him don't wear dresses. He not a GIRL!" (lots of giggles)

Now fess up. Who taught India about Hannah Montana?

Soccer & Preschool

Ammon got an amazing BARGAIN on Real soccer tickets to 3 games! Thanks Dad and Mom - awesome birthday present to Ammon. We cuddled and cheered sans kids on the 3rd and 4th row. I liked going to the Real vs. Chivas game better because I didn't understand all the Spanish swear words. The referee-ing was TERRIBLE, which meant about 6 fights, 10 yellows, and 2 or 3 reds. No exaggeration. People were going nuts.

Every time India sees the Real mascot she remembers, "I shake him hand!" It's been a highlight of her life ever since.

I survived my rotation of preschool teaching. And it has been so much fun! I haven't asked the other mommies if I could put pictures of their kids on the blog, but believe me, they are super duper cute too. (And so far better behaved than India).

Pirate Jack finishing off a pumkin sugar cookie in Ammon's Sunday shirt. Arrgh!

India and Jack AFTER preschool (after a sugar cookie . . . with lots of frosting . . . and a treat from the skeleton's belly) showing off the 5 senses song.

Brag Brag Brag

I gave my old boring yellow clock a makeover, and I love the results! The new background is a piece of taped-on scrapbook paper, old-school keys from a craft store, and some of my index finger skin (from gluegun burns). Hooray for did-it-myself projects!

Catching Tigers in Red Weather

As an English teacher, I'm often asked what my favorite book is. I sometimes tell people I have many. That is true. Equally as often, I make something up. You know -- just for fun. Really, what difference does it make? Are they any more likely to actually think that because I like the book, they should go read it? If my theory holds, they are no less likely to look for and become disappointed trying to find a book that I made up. Give it a shot. Next time a person asks you what your favorite book say something like "I just read Next October by Emmanuel Gildtren . It is amazing and hauntingly familiar." I am willing to wager that not one person will ever come back two days later and say "You shamblanker. I searched everywhere including the interweb, and that is categorically a farce of a book." First, they won't say that because shamblanker isn't a word -- yet. Second, they didn't really want a book recommendation to begin with. Third, when you say something like "hauntingly familiar" people get intimidated even though it doesn't mean anything. Neat trick huh?

Okay so you don't think I'm a complete shamblanker, I'll share a poem instead. It's much easier to share a poem -- smaller package, less shipping and handling, and easier to copy and paste.

This poem contains one of my favorite images from all poetry. (Okay you caught me. I haven't actually read all of poetry.)

Disillusionment of Ten O'clock

by Wallace Stevens

   The houses are haunted
   By white night-gowns.
   None are green,
   Or purple with green rings,
   Or green with yellow rings,
   Or yellow with blue rings.
   None of them are strange,
   With socks of lace
   And beaded ceintures.
   People are not going
   To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
   Only, here and there, an old sailor,
   Drunk and asleep in his boots,
   Catches tigers
   In red weather.

I like to re-read this poem whenever I feel like I'm stuck -- in life that is.  I suppose if I was stuck in the snow or mud, it wouldn't really console me very much.  My favorite is the last image of the sailor catching tigers in red weather.  I haven't figured out exactly what red weather is yet, but it sounds awesome.

I guess what I like the most is the idea that living the kind of life that I often find myself living is safe, but ultimately that safety is paradoxically haunting -- perhaps even because of its familiarity.  Though the sailor is drunk and asleep in his boots, he's doing something.  When did life get so monotonous that Friday night excitement is falling asleep by Ten O'clock? Don't get me wrong, I like sleep plenty.  And no, I'm not going to join the navy to become a drunk sailor. I just wonder if it is possible to reconcile the two seemingly opposite lives. Is it at all within the realm of the possible to have red weather and safety?

I hope so.  

The Label Doesn't Fit The Reality

I am expriencing a strange change today. I didn't have soccer practice this afternoon for the first time since the beginning of August and am accordingly left with a little extra time. So here I sit with no excuses remaining. Actually, I've wanted to write for a little while, but have been too busy or tired when not busy. Now that I'm neither of those, I have something on my mind that I'd like to air. I'm uneasy with the knowledge that this post may raise some pertinent questions without answering any. On the other hand, I don't think that is necessarily bad. I think that too often we are afraid of questions. We shouldn't be. That's what I try to teach my students, yet too often I miss that lesson in my own life. I too often have an answer and seek to make my life conform to that answer. That is backwards.

So what am I talking about? I know that often I'm too obtuse, but I think that this time it's appropriate to be so. I don't feel like sermonizing in this post, and I'm afraid that this topic lends itself to that. I've had a few people in mind lately, and don't want to offend by discussing the topic directly. I hope the point isn't lost in the abstract.

This week I've had a couple experiences I'd like to share in benefit of specific friends in precarious situations. I want to share two experiences. It's funny how when I have a problem life teaches me the answer -- if I listen carefully. Too often though I'm so attached to the now that I am not paying attention to the lessons around me.

First Lesson.

Obfuscation:

I have a student who struggles with everything -- literally. She is a very bright, capable, and driven student who had this week somewhat of an identity crisis. She found out that the political party she grew up thinking that she believed in isn't what she thought it was. She took an objective political test and in her mind completely failed. I tried to explain that it isn't possible to fail that type of test. That it just asks what you believe. That there are no wrong answers. That both ends of the political spectrum contribute to society. She was devastated to learn that the label she hoped for wasn't the label she got when she put in her beliefs on topics. That's right, she sided with the "wrong" political party. I thought I was about to witness a true existential meltdown. Two good things came from that. First, she had to break down the two seemingly opposite labels and find out what each label actually means. I don't think she's completely finished. This type of thing takes a while. Second, she had lengthy discussions with her parents about topics they have never discussed before.

Elucidation:

Breaking down labels is positive. We too often define ourselves by these essentially meaningless labels. We also tend to define and assign value to these labels in binary. Think of a term like mother -- a label that we are familiar with. It's a good example to illustrate a point. There are so many ways to define that word. So many different mothers. We could say that it is feminine of father, but that too is abstract and only muddies the water. An honest person would say that there isn't only one way to define that word. Isn't that exactly what we do though? In a self defeating way. We set up an ideal around that word. Hold it up on a pedestal and worship it with holidays and songs. We say that if you are a woman, the ultimate good is to be a mother. We then further define that label by saying that a mother has to become so naturally and in her youth.

Setting up this type of label and letting our mind continue to assign value by binary is potentially destructive in its consequences. If for a woman "Mother" is the ultimate good, being woman and not mother is the ultimate bad. Instead, why can't there be many good ways to become mother in all its many conceptions? And woman for that matter? That way, when life and nature get in the way, as they do, a woman who for no choice of her own or by her own choice doesn't make herself evil for not having a particular label.

When the situation in our life doesn't have the label we want, is our life less meaningful? Perhaps only by our own definition -- because in the end we created what that label means.

Second Lesson -- One From the Little Ones

Obfuscation:

India came to me today with a sincere request. There was nothing wrong with her request. She wasn't asking for anything that would hurt anyone else. It just happened that I couldn't do what she wanted me to do. She came to me and said that her doll's dress had broken and asked me to fix it. I actually felt a little bad. I tried to figure out a way that I could make her request work, but it just wasn't possible. It's not that I wanted her to suffer. I just could not do it. She cried because I, in her understanding, just wasn't helping her. She told me that I could fix it and said please in the most sincere way. She had complete faith that I could fix it if I wanted to. I had to let her know in final terms that it wasn't possible. After a couple of minutes, she came back with another dress for her doll that suited her needs just fine and she wasn't sad about the first dress anymore.

Elucidation:

Sometimes things don't go my way. Once again, the label for my life that I chose doesn't work. I try to figure out a way to make it happen. I just can't understand why such a worthy goal and desire is left unrewarded. I've thought of everything. Letting me have this wouldn't hurt anyone. Everyone else I know has the thing that I want. Why can't I have it too? In the end after all of the bargaining, and deal making, and praying, and swearing, and deciding there isn't a God who listens, I come to find that I just might not get what I really want. There may be a reason that I just am not aware of yet. I struggle to understand that there are limitations to what even God can do. I don't know all of the reasons. I don't understand the laws. I have to make another plan and continue to make plans until I get the right one for me. Perhaps that God who is limited also has anxiety for me. ( I really did want to fix that dress) I guess the wrong question to ask would be "how can I continue to have faith and hope?" Isn't that exactly what faith and hope require -- not getting what we want and trusting that we'll get what is right instead?

Erin often teaches me that I don't have to know the words to any song in order to sing all of them. If I don't know the words, I think it is wrong to let that lack of knowledge keep me from singing.

I hope that all makes some kind of sense.

Expensive Dating

Ammon took the day off work to go on a date with me . . . to the dentist. Our last trip to the dentist was 10 years ago for Ammon and 6 years ago for me.

12 x-rays, 2 cleanings, 6 cavities, 4 shots, another appointment in two weeks, and $525 later, we walked out numb-mouthed and tongues the size of gorilla fists. I lucked out marrying Ammon because I didn't fully realize the quality of genes he has hopefully passed on to our children. He had his first and only cavity filled today. I had the other five.

Guess which one of us brushes her teeth 4 times a day AND flosses? Guess which one of us brushes his teeth maybe once a day and NEVER flosses? Guess which one of us has thrown up at least 300 times when she was pregnant? Thanks a lot for ruining my teeth offspring!

Sarcasm aside, I am so grateful for modern times and modern medicine. I won't lie. I wanted Ammon to hold my hand while I got 3 shots in my mouth. But I didn't. And I didn't pass out! I just pretended the shots were like epidurals - the most expensive and amazing thing I've ever used. In fact, I wish I could pack an epidural in my 72 hour kit.

Anyway, we recouped the cost by selling our Honda. (Which we were going to anyway - now we don't have to take money out of savings). Back to being a 1 car family - like the newlyweddish days.

Grumpy Ballerinas

We girls have been in a TERRIBLE mood this week. But we (and by "we" I mean me) decided to play dress-ups anyway. I had to bribe India with new markers, my wedding "crown", and velcro hair jewels from my prom to get her to even look at the camera. Our photo session ended in tears (I wouldn't let India wear pants under her tutu because I'm so mean), but I snapped the following 4 nano-seconds of joy.

Product Placement.

Naked Baby.

Not exactly the right way to tie pointe shoes.

Pas de deux: slight uncertainty from Maya and a genuine smile from India.

It's been a while since . . .

I've posted videos! The first video is acceptable teasing of Maya, and the second video is Maya demonstating her newest trick. All your girls miss you now you're back at work, Ammon.

The Taste of Summer

As I approach the completion of another summer break, I do so with some trepidation. Perhaps not trepidation, but certainly some disequilibrium akin to trepidation. Maybe this is because I've grown accustomed to the nicety of staying up late, sleeping in late, and lately, spending good time with my best friends Erin, India, and Maya.

I've also had some time this summer to spend some time with me. Is that strange? I don't know. I do know that it is necessary to get to know oneself once in a while. That getting to know, for want of a better word, could come in some of the most expected of cliche ways like climbing Everest I'm sure. I don't even like climbing stairs. Or I'm sure running a marathon could do it, but look at me -- I'm not really running any marathons.

For me, that meeting occurred when I recently connected with the milieu that is summer food. One food. No, one bite of one meal struck a resonant chord, and I was instantly connected with the essence of summer break in a way that I haven't experienced in a long time. We tried, with limited success to grow a garden last year. This year, our success was much greater. We were able to grow tomatoes. I know what you're thinking "any idiot can grow tomatoes." But it was tough for me so BACK OFF. So anyway, we did. We are proud of ourselves. So, for the first time since the last summer on Cherry Street [that's in Illinois where I grew up] I made my favorite summer treat.

For some people the taste of summer may be snow cones on the corner, corn dogs at the fair, or kool-aid on the back porch. For me, the taste that brought back memories of summer was a tomato and cucumber sandwich on toasted bread spread lightly with mayonnaise. Simple right? That's the beauty. The memory fits that simplicity. Summer used to be that. Remember if you can.

We used to wake up in the morning when we wanted to, and in the afternoon if we didn't. Only, in those days, we usually wanted to. We would watch cartoons and eat cereal on the couch. After not too long, we would call some friends and ride our bikes to the pool. Sometimes we stopped at the park. Usually, we didn't. We swam for hours. Actually, we sat for hours watching others watching others watching one or two people actually swimming. It was some kind of a strange merry-go-round of people watching people.

Eventually, we succumbed to the only force great enough to tear us from that primal force which makes us stare -- hunger. We hopped back on our bikes peddled as fast as the heat of the day would allow, and arrived home to find nothing to eat. After looking in the same refrigerator several times, coming just short of resigning ourselves to death by starvation, someone -- instinctively I'm sure-- remembered the garden. Maybe there was something there. It was always the same, cucumbers and tomatoes. Simply put -- the taste of summer.

I connected to that forgotten memory of me, and it was good. Perhaps, that is what I needed this summer -- to mingle with the memory of what life used to be. What life used to mean. It was simple. And it was good.

Dessert Night

Maya enjoyed her first red vine with lots of friends and neighbors.

And here is the cake recipe that Ammon made - thanks Royers for introducing us to the best chocolate cake EVER!

1 pkg chocolate cake mix (without pudding in the mix)

4 eggs

3/4 cup vegetable oil

2 cups sour cream

1/2 cups liquid hazelnut coffee creamer

1 small pkg instant (regular flavored, not milk or white) chocolate pudding

6 oz semisweet chocolate chips

Mix all ingredients except chocolate chips until smooth. Add chocolate chips and pour into a sprayed bundt cake pan. Bake 1 hour until done at 350. Top with anything you like.

Girls

Our Maya-girl is adorable. Just adorable. And in the last month she has finally turned into a person. So let me introduce you to Maya. Maya crawled "for real" at 6 1/2 months. At 7 months she started pulling herself to standing, which now makes her India's official partner in crime during naptime. They goof off and refuse to sleep because they're having way too much fun. Maya's two bottom teeth have just poked through. Like India, Maya is a GOOD baby. However, she mostly only wants me just all of the time. Lucky me. Maya is not a crybaby, but she is emotional and sensitive to Ammon and India's teasing, pretend-yelling/mad, and scaring. (No wonder she wants me all the time - I'm the culprit that turned her into a mommy's girl by being nice to her). Maya will sometimes give open-mouth kisses. She teases India by pulling her hair and teases me by pulling my glasses. Maya shakes her head no. Maya plays laughing games with all of us and pretends to hide. She will sit and play with toys. She will even let me read books to her! Finally, Maya will eat everything in sight, including garbage.

I love this stage!

India is just getting so darn big. She has graduated to Barbie dolls whose names are Belle and Aunt Brittany (who is a nurse Barbie). When she's not teasing Maya, she is taking such good care of her. India is so teachable right now. She has decided we sing a hymn every time before we read scriptures. And she sings them too! India prays to go to school every day. Every morning she asks if we are going on a run or a walk. Finally, we are teaching her about earning, saving, and paying tithing, so she divides up her earned money every Saturday.

Finally

she crashed.

#6

Ammon, we did it again. Happy 6th Anniversary (yesterday)! It was more of an accomplishment than a celebration this year, so good on us for doing hard things! I had a lovely time swimming at the Scera Pool with our girls for our family birthday, watching the lightening on the porch, shopping for "old people stuff", and having a delicious kid-free lunch (as in getting a babysitter --- not devouring children).

I love you.

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Free Book

Colum McCann's new novel, Let the Great World Spin, is free to download through Wednesday, August 5th! You have sign up to become a member to oprah.com, (Ammon - don't panic, I'm not converting to Oprah-worship) and that's free too!