Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Recognized.

India learned in primary class that after Jesus was "taken off the hangers," he was put in a tomb.  The angels pushed the rock away, and then He was "recognized."  And after we die, we will be "recognized" like our Savior.  I love this kiddo so much.  

Stake conference was wonderful.  Dinner (by Ammon) was amazing, Company (via skype and over for dinner) was delightful.  Life is good.

 Before the hunt.  Kind of.

 
Can you read the writing on her ice cream bucket?  It's the yuck-yuck bucket because I don't believe in spending $1 on something I don't want to make room to store for a year.  I guess we could make something.  Nah.  Throw up bucket is way easier.  It took some convincing to get her stop spitting in the bucket and actually put her eggs in.

My happy brood.  And the sweaters sent and darling skirts made by Kate's mad sewing skills!  

 India made a cute basket for Easter in preschool.  

 Marshall and Belle.  My brother probably takes the best care of Belle out of all of us.  I had to get a picture of him and the family doggie because I'm not sure she'll be alive when he gets back from his mission in two years.  But if she does make it, I also won't be surprised.  

Maya and India had fun helping me load the eggs with candy beforehand.  When Maya couldn't get any more candy to fit in an egg, she'd eat whatever was left in her hand!

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Thoughts

I've been bothered by attitudes and responses to cliques of a few moms recently.  (Sorry for being so cryptic, and fyi this does not have to do with India and her friends..................yet).  How can one not even notice the existence of a clique?  Why would you blame the person being left out?  Why do cliques even exist?  Why do people, especially adults, get so defensive about the existence (or non-existence) of cliques?

As I've studied, I haven't gotten any answers. The answers I wanted aren't important. While judging the people who make me crazy and trying to figure out a way to be more charitable myself, I was reminded of my own experience of excluding someone.  Here's the scripture story that revived this memory from Luke 10:25-29.
  

Lawyer:  Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
Jesus:  What is written in the law?  How readest thou?
Lawyer:  Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.
Christ:  Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.
Layer (But he, willing to justify himself, said unto Jesus):   And who is my neighbour?

Next follows the story of the Good Samaritan.  In summary, a Jewish traveler is attacked, stripped, wounded, and left for dead by thieves.  Two men, a priest and a Levite, pass the man on the other side of the road.  However, the third man, a Samaritan and political enemy of the Jews, finally offers help and compassion.  He helps clean the wounds, puts the man on his beast, takes him to an inn and continues to take care of him.  When he leaves the next day, he pays the innkeeper to continue to care for the man for as long as needed.

Sad story.  When I was in high school, a family moved in to the Statue of Liberty house probably two or three years after I moved to Centerville.  They had two daughters, one my age and another one a year younger.

I think I had them over to hang out one or two times.  We didn't run in the same social circles.  I was absorbed in my busy schedule and extracurricular activities. Maybe we had small talk during church or Young Women activities, but I don't remember even having a single meaningful conversation with them.  Not on the bus, not at any sporting events or dances, not at school.  We didn't have classes together, but I didn't hang out with them at lunch.  Maybe we didn't even have the same lunch, but that's not the point.  I unintentionally left them on the "other side of the road."

I heard their lives didn't turn out so well.  Did you know the priest and the Levite also had an excuse?  But  like all of my previous excuses, it was lame.  I hold myself accountable for not being a friend or true neighbor when they needed one.  Ammon pointed out though the priest and Levite did not make the right choice, they still did a lot of good things.  They were on their way from Jerusalem to Jericho, which suggests they were returning from performing their duties at the temple.  I always thought of  myself as a good person, especially when it came to being inclusive.  But this time I wasn't when it really mattered.  It makes me sad.

I remember being the new girl and being lonely.  (I remember not being the new girl and still being lonely at times - haven't we all?)  I never want anyone to experience that if I can help it.  I had three especially supportive friends during junior high and high school:  Kimberly, Marylee, and Nikki.  They were there during the happy and crappy, and I'm so grateful they reached out to me.

Who knows what injuries - physical, emotional, or just human weakness -  another person has.  We don't need to know per say, but we do need to notice, and then do something about it.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


That's right. Best April Fool's Day ever.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Best April Fool's Day Ever


I took pictures. I'll add them soon.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

We went to see Ryan's band play tonight. It was fun.


The recording from my Blackberry isn't good. It sounded much better live.

Sigh.


Dinner turned out disgusting tonight. Soggy egg noodles topped with uncooked oniony runny stroganoff. Even I was disgusted. And I'm not a picky eater. Especially if I take the time to make the food. On a good night dinner is mediocre at best. I didn't really start cooking until I got married seven and a half years ago. Improvement-wise, I cook about four times a week instead twice a month. (On a good month). Yet the quality of edible tastiness is about the same.

In our last fourplex everyone else's stove (except ours) was replaced because they wore out. In our last ward (aka church group) I was one of a few people that would sign up to bring people meals when they were having surgery, babies, etc. And there used to be a lot of surgeries, babies, etc. And did you know they eventually stopped asking me to bring people free food? That was even after I gave up and just started buying pizza for everyone.

Ammon says cooking is like algebra because you do things in a certain order. I despise algebra. Also, I am perfectly happy eating cereal and frozen popsicles for dinner every night. There are about two thousand different kinds of cereal --- and that's enough variety for me. Salad is good too. I think I make a decent salad. Or maybe it's just the salad dressing that makes it bearable.

Once I was so mad that dinner didn't turn out (again), I made an entire bag of spaghetti and meatballs. And we ate that every night for dinner for a week. Mom's theory is if you have a bad dinner, you should have an extra yummy dessert. Thank goodness for ice cream.

Ammon suggested I learn how to cook. Acutally, his exact words were, "You tube isn't just for funny videos," to which I responded, "That's blasphemy!"  Maybe this is a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I don't think I'll ever sorta kinda possibly enjoy cooking no matter how long I try or attempt to learn.

Motley Thoughts

My blogging mojo comes and goes.  Mostly goes.  So I compiled drafts from over the last few months I never finished into one big, happy, post.
  • Last night India was hit by a car.  Good thing it was parked.  Those darn side mirrors will always jump out at you.
  • The girls were shot by the nurse yesterday.  India survived.  But Maya's feelings were critically wounded for the rest of the day.
  • I forgot to send Valentine's Day cards with India to preschool.  Man I felt like a really big loser.
  • When I got out of the shower, Maya was dancing with to the radio with her stuffed Tinkerbell.  It was so sweet.  She could dance for hours with anyone and anything.
And some more cute expressions from the girlies:

"My brain is telling me I don't like raisins." ~India

India: "I'm going live in a castle and be Rapunzel  and save all the people!"
Katie Bangeter: "Rapunzel doesn't kill bad guys though."
India: "Well, THIS Rapunzel does!"
Me: "No. Please don't kill people even for pretend."
India: "What can we do then?"
Me:  "Put them in jail or be tricky and teach them a lesson!"
Katie Bangeter: "And we can use our princess swords and then put the bad guys in a secret princess garbage can."

India:  As I'm turning lights out for bed:  "Where's my freaking cup?"

Erin:  Deck the halls with balls of holly . . .
Ammon:  Really?  Holly balls?
Erin: Ummm, yeah.  Those little red things are balls.
Ammon:  No.  It's bows of holly.

Maya:  "Hold you?"

India:  "Stop freaking out Mom."

Maya: Pointing at the stamps on our hands when we went iceskating - "Hand beautiful."

India:  "I can't go to sleep.  There's something going on with my body, and I just don't know what it is."

India:  Before entering the ice rink, she gave herself a pep talk, "Don't give up! Don't give up! Don't give up!"

India:  First time around the ice rink:  "I am NEVER going to do that again."

Saturday, March 05, 2011

Guess What?

Rhino Butt. 

India redeemed her birthday coupon - a sleepover with Aunt Brittany.  As she left, India gave me advice on how to care for Maya while she was gone:  "Give Maya a big hug and kiss for me and let her watch a little cartoonie when she wakes up."

Maya was very upset when India left.  She sobbed, "Dida . . . Dida . . . Dida!" over and over and over.  We made it up to Maya by letting her wear India's Tinkerbell shirt and sleeping in India's bed.  Then she had a whole night of Mommy and Daddy time.

The next morning we met up with India and Brittany at the nearly-empty zoo.

Baby Zuri would roll snow into little snowballs with her trunk and eat them!

 This is George. The rhino up top is Princess.

 We saw lots of these up close.  Even fed one a cheese cracker.  Shhhhh.
Brittany told the girls this peacock was showing off for them because he thought they were cute.

More backporch views.

I named this camel Prince Humperdinck.

The gorillas were showing off too.  
We saw one of these big guys POOP into his own HAND then EAT it.  
It was so National Geographic disgusting.

This guy was trying to catch some zzz's despite my obnoxious camera flashing.

It's too dark to see the gorilla.  Maya is putting her hand on top of the gorilla's. 
 She may have been a little scared.  But I couldn't lose this cool photo opportunity.

Isn't this picture cool?  I love India's beautiful reflection.  So sweet and innocent and Fern Gullyish.

Both girls cheesing by the gorilla again.

So basically, Brittany and I go nuts over the animals at the zoo.  
And then the girls finally get to have fun when we take them to play at the zoo park afterwards.

Random fact:  Maya's favorite song is 5 Little Monkeys Swinging in a Tree.  
She likes to change up who the Mr. Crocodiles snatches out of the tree though.
Sometimes it's Ariel.  Or Prince Eric.  Or Mommy Elephant.

Mookie Maya.

India, Maya, and Brittany on seesaw.

Elephant slide.

Though there was snow on the ground, it wasn't terribly cold.

Sweet Maya.  She's addicted to slides.

Last time.  Then it was time to go.

I liked the white outlines on this duck.

My favorite bird.  So elegant.

I'm an Aunt - for the Second Time This Year!

Bryce and Josie had a baby boy 19 days early (lucky!)  When Bryce was getting ready to go to the hospital, I had to hold back the tears because my little brother was about to become a daddy!  Wesley looks exactly like Bryce when Bryce was a baby.  Parents are tired but doing well.

I couldn't decide on one, or two, or even three favorite pictures.

 Wesley Conner Garey
February 28, 2011
6 lbs 12 oz
19 1/2 inches 
Perfect.

He's so tiny.  My babies were this small once - in utero.  

Wesley was not quite 24 hours old yet.  

Maya especially LOVES Wesley.

Collin and baby Wesley.

 Showing off his long, ET fingers.  
He recently decided he doesn't like his hands bundled up, so he can suck on his fingers.

 India and Maya have been diligent about washing their hands, so they can hold Wesley.

 
I had to save my favorite picture for last.  Sweet Wesley boy.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Chicken


India has quite a few aunties who are pregnant.  But India's been asking how babies come out of their mommy's tummy.  One of her friends told her, and she did not believe them.  I usually giggle and run away.  She asked me again tonight.  And she asked what it is really called.  (I say hoohaw, India says bum-bum, and Ammon says vajunior).   So I had her call Aunt Brittany.  And I let Aunt Brittany take care of that.

The End (for a while I hope).

Friday, January 21, 2011

Yay!

I got FREEEEEEEE tickets to see the Utah audition of So You Think You Can Dance 2011!!!!!!!!
 You can too if you go here.  
You're welcome.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Bed Time

Attempt #1: 10:15 pm

Say personal prayers with girls.  Fill sippy cups with ice and cold water.  Blow kisses.  Say good night.  Maya insists on sleeping in India's bed.  India acquiesces. Go wash dishes.

Attempt #2:  10:30 pm

India gets out of bed because Maya keeps unplugging the heater and everything else that plugs into the wall.  Maya comes into the kitchen and greets me, "Good Morning Mommy!"  Put girls in their separate beds.  Tell India that Mommy and Daddy need to spend time together so we can practice being in love.  Go downstairs to watch TV with Ammon.

Attempt #3:  10:50 pm

India comes downstairs.  "Mommy?  Maya pooped in my room, and Belle ate it, and now Maya is wiping herself off."  Head upstairs. India asks, "Did you have enough time to fall in love with Daddy tonight?"  Change Maya. Fabreeze the crap out of girls' room. Exile dog to kitchen.  Put girls in my bed.  Maya keeps sitting on India's head.  Ammon downstairs.  No one  is sleeping.

Attempt #4:  11:20 pm


Put Maya's zip-up jammies on backward.  Put Maya in bed to scream herself to sleep.  Snuggle with India.  Story about a gassy witch by India.  Maya still screaming.  Change Maya's jammies to frontward.  Ammon come in.  Kicks India out of our bed.

Attempt#5:  11:45 pm
Maya still screaming.  Ammon gets mad at her.  Intense crying for 24 seconds.  Silence.

Moral of the Story:  Ammon should put the girls to bed every night.

Christmas 2010

The best part of our Christmas Break was having Ammon home.  We took the girls ice skating, watched movies, built gingerbread houses, played games, spent as much time as possible with our fun families (those of you who haven't left us yet), exercised together, and had our surprise Nutcracker Piano Recital for my parents via skype.The girls were so disappointed when he told them he had to go back to work.  Now we're back to our usual Monday mournings. (Ha ha - get it?)  

India and I went to see the Nutcracker on Christmas Eve afternoon.  She enjoyed it, but not as much as last year.  In the second act, she loudly asked me if someone would turn off the music so she could go to sleep.  I might be soloing the Nutcracker next year.  


It was totally worth seeing Santa Claus pushing Clara's sleigh at the end and then getting candy canes afterwards.  Do you see her purse?  She is rarely without a stocked purse these days.  Such a pretty princess!

Here is the Christmas picture I did not send to everyone.  
India's curls were PERFECT ringlets that day, and I LOVE their cheesy smiles.

 The day after Christmas Maya turned 2! 
 The silly girl actually found and unwrapped all her birthday presents on Christmas! 

New Year's Eve our best, best, best, best, best friends the Reddings came to visit from Biloxi!  We MISS our Sara Circle times.  And this is the picture of the most kids smiling!  Good times you lovely people !

I love these two girls.  Maya is obsessed with India and begs every night to sleep in Dida's bed. India goes back and forth whether or not she wants to share her personal space with Maya.  When she decides she can handle it, my heart melts.  As a mother, all I want is my children to love and  to be there for each other even after I'm gone.

 
 Usually they stay up and play together, but this night they actually fell asleep.  Miracle!

Maya and India's current obsessions are Barbies, books, princesses,  the candy witch story Ammon made up, puzzles, Barbies, the horridly creepy cartoon Yo Gabba Gabba, and anything Barbie.  Ammon likes to tease Maya by saying, "I'm Pocahontas (or any other princess Maya has decided to be that day)."  Maya screams at him and gets really mad and cries or punches him.  Ammon laughs. And then they repeat it 15 or 16 more times.

These girls are so good at puzzles. While I was taking a phone call, Maya went shopping in my purse and  found my ipod. Then she laid on the ground and just listened to the music --- so much like her daddy!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Reader's Digest Version of What I'm Feeling

These punks make me happy.

And so does this sweet monster (even with her I'm-so-busted face)

There were a lot more tacks in the chair before I grabbed the camera.