Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Last year I swore that we would celebrate in June because December is so busy, but that didn't happen either. And so we set out last night for dinner in a light snowfall. (Much better than last year when it was practically a blizzard.) But not before the MAN himself surprised me with this...
This would be a good time to tell you about the first ring Tyler got me. In my mind I always pictured that men go out and find a ring and then propose to the girl they love. Well, we kinda did things out of order. We figured out we wanted to get married, Tyler proposed, and then we went ring shopping. I didn't want him to get the wrong thing, so I went along. It is a lot of pressure to pick out a ring to wear all day, every day, forever. And in the end, I was more concerned about price, so we picked something I liked that was on sale.
Now trust me, I liked my ring, but I always regretted that it wasn't something Tyler picked out and surprised me with. I mentioned this to him and somehow I came out of the conversation feeling guilty because I should LOVE my wedding ring. So, I put my heart into loving my ring (which I do) and dropped the thought of getting what HE would have picked. Tyler however did not drop the idea. Instead he spent some time and energy figuring out what I loved in jewelry and finding the perfect creation.
I'll admit, when I opened that little box, I cried a little. It is so beautiful and exactly what I wanted, and HE picked it for me. What a perfect gift for ten years. I felt like we were getting engaged all over again. I told him that my hands weren't pretty enough to wear such a gorgeous ring, so he told me to go get my nails done. So, I'm not sure if I do the 51 diamonds justice, but here is the end result.
What do you think? Should I keep him another ten years?
Oh, and you should really see this ring in person. A picture is worth a thousand words, but the actual thing is breathtaking.
Monday, December 21, 2009
And let's be realistic...husbands are helpful, but we know who is really in charge of stockings, neighbor gifts (once again, sorry we skipped it this year), presents, baking, scheduling, extended family stuff (I have finally convinced my husband that he should shop for his OWN family), cards, decorating, etc. This season is magical, but I can tell you who is holding the wand. (Pipe down men, you know it is true and you wouldn't want a wand anyway.)
I do have one thing checked off. Tricia and I went to Color Me Mine and made cookie plates this year. It was so much fun.
Granted I still need to make the cookies that will go on it, but I will feel a lot more satisfaction eating them this year. (Ahem, I mean, letting Santa eat them.)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I can admit that when it comes to making something, I am quite anal (or concrete sequential as some might say) about the process and end product. Everything must be done a certain way. (Usually following directions.) And everything must look a certain way when it is finished. This is probably why I am better at crosstitching then sewing; one you just make a whole bunch of little x's—the other you need real skill.
Anyway, I like to make Christmas sugar cookies each year. It lets the kids create and I can work on finding a good recipe (note to self: the one you used this year...not so great). In previous years, I would frost the cookies then help the children with the sprinkles. This probably wasn't as fun for the kids, but it did get the result I desired.
I'm not proud of my micro-managing, so I decided to let it go this year. I helped the kids cut shapes out of the dough, we baked, and then I put everything on the table...sprinkles, frosting, gel writers, you name it. I put in on the table, gave a few simple instructions and let them go. Yep, I dropped those baby birds right out of the nest and they flew amazingly well.
Granted, the end result was not what I would have done...but that is probably a good thing. I think they all turned out fabulous.
I did use more of the ones I decorated for the neighbors we caroled to, but the children were happy to keep their own creations to sample. (Isn't reverse psychology wonderful sometimes?)
In the end I was happy with the whole experience. I will probably do it the same way next year and the kids are just going to get better at decorating (meaning I hope they don't waste as many sprinkles and gel icing). And this is a step in the right direction for me. I think relinquishing a little control is not so bad.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Four beauties under the tree.
Technically we took these right before our ward Christmas party. I made them all dress in red and somehow that ended up being dresses, so I figured it was as good a time as any to take a picture of the four of them together.
Ivory is a bit in shadow, but none of the pictures were perfect. This is my favorite of the bloopers—June was going to make Daisy smile.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
She was surrounded by toothpaste; on her clothes, mouth, hands, and all over the carpet. I think she was dipping her finger in the tube and alternating between smearing it on the floor and eating it. I should have taken a picture, but it was one of those moments where immediate action was required. I went right to work stripping her down and then cleaning up after her. In case you were wondering, baking soda and vinegar do a great job taking toothpaste out of carpet. (With a little scrubbing, naturally.)
Several hours later I was on the phone with my sister-in-law telling her why I am worried about taking Daisy to Washington for Christmas. "She is just so busy. Speaking of which, I haven't heard her for a few minutes...I should go check on her." Spoken too late...
She had managed to pull out the chair at June's desk, climbed up and gotten into her paints. She was surrounded by paint; on her clothes, mouth, hands, and all over the desk. I should have taken a picture, but it was one of those moments where immediate action was required. I went right to work stripping her down and then cleaning up after her. In case you were wondering, you should only purchase paints that are water soluble. Period. Then it will come off things. (With a little scrubbing, naturally.)
I may need to talk to Santa because I'm pretty sure she is on the naughty list right now.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Super powers include:
Being absolutely adorable.
Giving sweet hugs (usually to avoid having her nose wiped).
Faster than a pregnant mommy. (Or Daddy with a camera.)
Scaling tall chairs (or anything climbable).
Pretending to play quietly while secretly getting into trouble.
Ability to detect cookies through walls and doors.
She usually uses her powers for good, but I have seen her succumb to raiding her sisters' rooms for treasures. Then she will look shocked and innocent when she is caught.
When Tyler asked her for a fierce face, this is what she gave him.
I'm not fooled. She is mischievous to the core, but underneath she is just a big softy.
Monday, December 7, 2009
In the winter time, there is nothing like a warm bath to get my body temperature regulated again. I say warm, because I don't do so well in hot baths, but the concept is the same:
1. Dip your entire body in warmth
3. Try to avoid children joining you in the bath (this works better if you don't have all girls).
4. After you are toasty, get out of the bath, but dress quickly to trap the heat and secure the warm feeling. (A coat of lotion on your skin between those steps can do wonders to relieve dry skin from this wonderful Utah weather.)
Now, this is my recipe for when I get super chilled. Except, I have one problem at the moment. I don't fit under the water right now. Yep, you guessed it. The belly remains above water and creates a beautiful little island that stays COLD. I sat there in the tub yesterday evening lamenting that I can't actually fit this baby under the water unless I turn sideways. Then, I picked up Dora (do you also have kids toys in the adult bath tub?) and placed her on the island. She looked content sitting there, until...(duh, duh, duh), there were tremors in the ground. The whole island was unstable. There was definitely seismic activity. Dora survived the event. She was almost bucked off the island by the baby kicking, but in end she was saved by the Christmas Devotional starting and my having to exit the tub.
Who says that kids should have all the fun in the bath?
The Christmas Devotional by the First Presidency was excellent by the way, and reconfirmed all my feelings that Christmas has become too commercialized. This year we are trying to focus more on memories and activities than presents, and I'm trying not to get overwhelmed with the amount of stuff to squeeze in. This is going to be a lazy (yet meaningful) Christmas at the Cazier's. Hope you neighbors are okay without a neighbor gift this year. (Sorry, that one got axed this year, but will probably return in other years.)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Once inside we started touring the trees. We all came with an item in mind (I SPY style, as Deanne puts it) and then we set to work locating our goal. Robyn found hers first. (Not surprising since she choose a snowflake.)
June was distraught that we didn't find hers right away, but we eventually found a rose,
followed closely by my strawberry. (Thank goodness for the Hungry Caterpillar.)
Ivory chose Elmo and we found him in two places. I am showcasing the gingerbread house because I LOVE that section.
It is amazing what people can do with food. I wish I had taken more pictures.
We did find some pink Daisies, which we chose for Daisy (I know, we are so original), but I thought it was more fitting that I found her name. (On a gun no less. It should make her Dad proud.)
Sadly we never found any legos for Tyler. We didn't see all the trees so perhaps the legos were hiding in the middle section.
Our trip usually goes something like this:
Peruse trees until children become bored. (I can sometimes stretch them to 15 minutes, but they really aren't that enthralled by the trees. Silly creatures.)
Find something to eat because no one gets bored of cinnamon rolls and scones. Plus, the parents love to find the messiest snack available just to make things interesting.
Shortly thereafter we wander over to the stage area to watch the dancing and entertainment. This is Tyler's favorite part and the girls seem to enjoy it as well.
Mom then begs to be allowed to go back to look at the gingerbread houses and more trees and if she is lucky she will be given a rendezvous time. (This year Tyler gave me twenty whole minutes to myself to explore. Yippy skippy.)
Somewhere in there we let the kids go over to the the Small Fry area and choose a treat (June chose her calendar again this year) and then it is time to go home.
Sometimes I feel it takes more time to drive there and back, but the memories seem to be sticking. June remembered a lot of what we did last year and everyone seemed to have a good time. Maybe some day I can even talk Tyler into taking me as a date so I can see more stuff, but in the meantime, I will chalk this one up to family time and take what I can get.
p.s. I love this picture because of the holey smiles, the fact that I didn't move three feet to the left to avoid shooting the door, and how Daisy's hair looks ridiculous. We are working on finding some kind of style for it, but it is a work in progress.
Monday, November 30, 2009
1 jar spaghetti sauce
1 jar Alfredo sauce
Mozzarella cheese (1 lb.)
1 can of tomato paste (I don't actually use this ingredient)
1/2 lb browned hamburger (mix with spaghetti sauce and tomato paste)
Layer in this order until you run out of ingredients (I do two layers)
1. Sauce and meat
3. Alfredo Sauce
Cook on low for four hours
Ah...yumminess. Certainly not low-fat, but that is not what I am looking for after three hours of church. I want some serious comfort food.
Emilie, I don't know if you made this up, but it sure is tasty, and I hope you have your baby sooner than later. I have my fingers crossed.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
So in true fashion I'll let you know that I am pretty sure that I should stop wearing high heels for the rest of this pregnancy. I came home from church with two charlie horses in my calves. I also found out that one of the sisters in my ward is expecting the same month as I am. I didn't know until today because she isn't really 'showing'. I have been 'showing' since about August. Yep, you can give me all the yada-yada that this is her first pregnancy and this is my fifth, but a huge belly is still a huge belly, and it is on ME. I already love this baby though and know it is all worth it, so I will stop the drama train before anyone pulls the emergency brake.
In happier news, I think Tyler is almost back to normal. He is back to slapping me on the rear and making suggestive motions with his eyebrows, so I am fairly certain the worst is behind him. I will miss having him around; even when he is sick, he is still not too shabby a companion (did I mention that we are coming up on 10 years married? Um, anyone have any good anniversary ideas?)
And so, another sabbath passes. I should give a shout out to Emilie: Your crock-pot lasagna is the happiest thing to come home to after late church. I don't know what I will do next year when we get home at a reasonable hour. I want to say nap, but with four and a half children I would have to bind and gag at least three of them to get any decent sleep. Maybe I should ask for duct tape for Christmas. . .
Saturday, November 28, 2009
June managed to hold onto her tooth this time. Well, that is for at least twenty minutes. She knew it was loose, so as we ran errands, she sat in the back on the car wiggling the heck out of it. We arrived home and I could see her bloodied fingers still hard at work. Not to be outdone, that tooth came out moments later. She was sooooo excited!!
She studied her prize and asked if perhaps she should clean it off (being still bloody). I told her that the tooth fairy would probably appreciate it. Minutes later, a sobbing June came out of the bathroom. It didn't take a rocket scientist to diagnose that while washing it, the tooth had slipped down the drain.
That girl has seriously bad luck holding on to those teeth. Luckily, her father is a superhero in disguise and he saved the tooth from the bowels of the sink. And after losing it only once more that evening, the tooth finally made it safely to the tooth pillow. The Tooth Fairy rewarded her a whole dollar for her efforts.
These kids sure make life interesting.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Despite the downs of this week, there have actually been a few ups. First off, let's just be thankful that out of all the people in the family, Tyler got the flu. I hear it is terrible on pregnant women, and if one of the kids got it, how do you quarantine them? Tyler was very responsible about staying in his room and using hand sanitizer like it was going out of style. It was a bit like having my husband on a business trip, yet he was just hanging out upstairs. He couldn't help with the kids, he couldn't help with the chores, and still I brought him every meal in bed. Wait, this is shifting back towards the negative...back to the positive.
Tyler tends to get hit really hard at the beginning, but recover fairly quickly. I think he is still in the official 'contagion' period, but at least he isn't throwing up and most of his aches and pains are a thing of the past. He has been a real trooper through all the illness; probably more of a trooper than me since I keep having mini pity-parties for myself.
The biggest high from the whole experience was actually Thanksgiving. We have never had our own Thanksgiving because we always go to Idaho. After we found out that we shouldn't go there (being potential germ carriers), we decided to make the best of it and have our own feast. I'm thinking that it didn't turn out too badly. I'm proud of our endeavors and the girls loved eating at our house. Afterward we watched Night at the Museum which was on TV and then we all headed to bed. It was a great holiday. Tyler even joined in the festivities, with plenty of hand sanitizer nearby and promising not to cough on anyone (I told the children they could hit him if he coughed on them). Here is a bit of the grub.
June even made name tags for us all.
So although we didn't get out much this week, we were still all together as family and that is what is really important.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
"I can't," he said. "It is midnight right now." Wow, I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep for so long. So much for my twenty minute power nap. Sure enough, when Tyler tried posting, it registered as the next day.
But not to be outdone, he scouted around and found that you can choose what time it posts. He labeled our post last night as 11:45 pm even though it was later.
Then this morning, he woke up with the flu. Coincidence? I think not.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
...I choose Tyler.
My mother-in-law invited me up to Idaho today to watch New Moon on its opening day. I wanted to see the movie and would eventually, so it sounded like a lot of fun to watch it with my family up in Idaho. Tyler got the day off from work so that I could travel up there. Ivory was going to come with me and hang out with Grandma for a few days until Thanksgiving, but she was a tad bit sick, so it didn't seem like the best idea to take her up there. Since Ivory couldn't go, Tyler started thinking of all these reasons I shouldn't go. He wanted me to see family, he wanted me to see the movie, but in the long run, he just didn't want to be without me. Since I am the one with all the kids most of the time, I understand. Everything is so much easier as a team.
I still wanted to see family, I still wanted to see the movie, but in the end, I thought Tyler was more important and so I stayed. And I am glad I stayed. Because I was going to be gone, everything I got to do with my family seemed sweeter, more special. This morning, Tyler and I took the younger two girls shopping for candles and then out for snacks (i.e. cinnamon rolls and raspberry muffin tops at Kneader's). It was an ordinary activity turned extraordinary because I realized that every moment I have with them is a gift (even if I don't always appreciate them).
So Edward and Jacob, you will just have to wait. There is one man more important than both of you.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
But I put on my best face and headed back (fortunately Tyler was home, so I was able to go without kids, because you can imagine how thrilled I would be to pack kids back up). Right before I got there, a song came on the radio that I have been listening for (to find out the artist). While waiting for the song to finish, I grabbed my purse and noticed that my wallet was missing. I left it at the store when I came the first time since my hands were full with Daisy. I thought that if I hadn't bought the wrong velcro, I might not have noticed for a very long time and perhaps even forgotten where I had been (this is not unlike me). I was so relieved that I was already at the store. My wallet was behind the counter, I exchanged my velcro, AND I found out the artist that I was wondering about. Here is the song if you are really curious about what strikes my fancy.
So perhaps things can sometimes work out for the best. Providence was smiling on me today.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
I was watching Barbie and the Three Musketeers for the umpteenth time today (thanks Grandma for buying that for the girls) and I was once again amazed at the idea that once people put on a half mask, no one can recognize them. Seriously? And let's be honest, Barbie's mask isn't even a half mask, it is only two loops that surround her eyes. And yet, people are still amazed when she takes it off. Oh, it's you???
Half-masks are just not that mysterious to me. Sure if I didn't know the person, but if I were at all familiar with someone, I don't think I would be fooled. I mean, it's not like a person's voice changes when they put on a mask. Maybe I am better at voice recognition than some. I enjoy trying to guess who the voice-overs are in animated films. But even if you were poor at recognizing voices, there must be other clues. Ladies, if you know your man at all, you should be able to see through his disguise. I mean, come on Buttercup...Wesley was gone for a few years, but could he have changed that much? And what about Zorro and Batman (although Batman's voice does seem to deepen when he puts on his mask so you have to give him props for that)? Anyway, I'm just saying that if Tyler put on a half-mask, he wouldn't be able to pull the wool over my eyes.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Everyone gets a feather (although we added one for the dog because Robyn didn't want a lop-sided turkey). Each year I have the kids help me choose colors for the turkey and the feathers. Robyn helped this year and therefore it was 'her' turkey. You should have seen her face when Tyler decided to write the year in Roman numerals instead of the regular numbers. She about pitched a fit. Finally Tyler showed her how to read the 'secret' writing and now she thinks she has classified information. It should keep her happy for a while.
Yes, I know that this isn't the Monday before Thanksgiving, but Ivory will be out of town next week and I didn't want her to miss it. Hence, the early bird gets the Roman Numerals.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I really think it is good to mix things up a bit; try something new or old (spouses excluded naturally—I like the one I have). I look forward to each month and doing something that goes with the season or holiday. I like digging in my closet and finding old shoes or clothes that I haven't worn in a while. It is great to skim my small collection of movies and see an old favorite that I haven't watched in a while. I love it when a song I haven't heard in forever comes on the radio, bringing back a wave of memories as I sing it at the top of my lungs.
Some things are meant to be daily occurrences (I would never say no to a kiss or hug from any of my family) but many of the things I like are better in small doses; enjoyed at intervals. Tonight we were getting ready to have our Sunday ice cream ritual (yes, I shamelessly bribe my children to keep them reverent in church). Tyler, with some left over soda from his Book-a-Mormon-athon, decided that we should have root beer floats instead. What a genius. It has been a blue moon since I have had a root beer float and it was scrumptious. It is great to fall in love with something all over again (in this case, spouses included). Thanks Tyler.
p.s. Ty, you are enough variety to keep my life spicy for eternity.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
I'm posting early on Saturday morning so Maleen doesn't have to. It's actually going to be really fun when she checks her blog in the morning to see how many comments she's received; and then she'll find this post. Ah, I'm so sweet. National Blog Month is taking its toll. I'm led to believe it's difficult to come up with something to blog EVERY day! Well, this is just one of the many services offered by Cazier Man. (That's me—I've taken to calling myself that occasionally as I am, and conceivably will be, the ONLY man in the [Utah] Cazier House.)
Anyhow, Friday night was Book of Mormon Part II. I had this “revelation” that we should do something over the top in our quorum to get the elders to do something more than they're currently doing. It's tough to go wrong with reading more Book of Mormon, so we elected to read it in a couple of all-nighters.
After one all-nighter, it became evident that we'd need three (not two) nights. We also determined that it's a whole lot faster to go with MP3s of the chapters than it is to have someone reading aloud. There are always mistakes in diction, re-reads, mis-prounciations of names, etc. All that just makes it generally much slower. Plus, we also found that Windows Media Player has a neat little feature on it that allows you to modify the speed of playback. You can choose to play things much slower than usual or up to 20 times faster than normal. We've found, through concerted experimentation, that the human mind can only assimilate information at about 1.8 times as fast as normal diction. 1.6 times normal speed offers fairly good comprehension and about 33 pages per hour. These are things I never thought I'd know.
1 And it came to pass that I did make my way to the church in the 18th hour of the reign of the clock, at about 45 minutes past the hour. And there I did establish the means by which we would read and hear the words of God.
2 And I did prepare every needful thing insomuch that when others came to the place, which was called the church of the Vineyard Second Ward, which was so-called because it was established in the borders of the land called Vineyard, they were ready to hear the word of God.
3 And I did cause the MP3 player to play at 1.6 times the rate of normal speech. Therefore was I immersed in the scriptures, alone, for the space of more than an hour, before Randy Bohn, a steadfast and dedicated man, did show up to read scripture with me.
4 And it came to pass that because of the smallness of our number, we did foresake the Massiman Curry, which we had promised to those who promised they'd show up. Now we know not, but that they have taken up arms against us as the Lamanites of old, because they were not here to read with us.
5 Nevertheless Brother Randy and I did read for the space of an hour, and then others beheld our great enjoyment and spiritual growth and they too did join us in our endeavors, or rather that they did join us in reading about the endeavors of the prophets of old.
6 For behold, Brother Brian Macbean and Brother T.J. Moore did join us as the word had a more powerful effect upon their minds than the sword or any other things which I did use to beat upon them. And thus we did read into the night. And some did stay only for a time, and others did remain all the way through. Nevertheless, the time did pass away as it were unto us like a dream.
7 And blessed be the testimonies of they who did complete the reading for the night, for we did complete the Book of Alma this very night. And we have been enlightened by the words which were spoken by the prophets who have gone before, yea, my sons (of which I have none), I say we were greatly blessed and enlightened by the words of Aaron, Ammon, Captain Moroni, Helaman, Abinadi (for did begin our reading in Mosiah), Teancum, Amulek, and of course, Alma, insomuch that we were carried away even unto boasting in how awesome these prophets are. Yea, and they did not disappoint.
8 Yea, my brethren, who are my brethren in the Lord, let this night be written upon our hearts even as our testimonies are written upon our hearts and have thus brought unto us a fulfillment of our joy.
9 And thus I make an end. Amen.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Even better is the fact that I don't teach again until February. We had a good time this week, but there is a reason I didn't major in early childhood education. I feel comfortable around my own kids because I am in charge, I have stewardship, I can give them what-for when they turn a deaf ear to my wisdom and counsel. Not so much with a large group of three-year olds. I sit there and pretend that I am in charge and hope they can't tell I am bluffing. Anyway, burdens of all sorts have been lifted this afternoon, so let's fill you in on some other occurrences.
First, I think Robyn may have an admirer. There's this boy who was always yelling at her when she got off the bus. She would sprint for the door and he would follow a few feet hurling noise after her. I asked her about it a couple times, but she didn't seemed phased in the least. "That's just Diego," she would calmly reply. It seemed it was just some game they played.
Well, I haven't seen him yelling for a while, but I have seen him at my front door the last couple days. He knocks, hands me a stack of cookies and says, "these are for Robyn," and then makes his retreat. Either he has graduated from the 'insult and chase' stage to the 'give gifts' stage of courtship, or Robyn has whipped him into shape and is now extorting payment in return for not harming him. I'm guessing the former simply since she is a cutie, but I wouldn't be surprised if secretly she was the crime boss of the neighborhood.
In other news, Daisy continues to be a hellion. I love her, little duck, but she is chaos on wheels with a bad case of Daylight Saving crankies. She was up before six this morning and refused to take a second nap this afternoon. New tricks she has learned are flushing the toilet (multiple times in a row), and drawing on the walls with whatever writing utensil is most easily accessible. Usually this is pencil since she prefers to suck on the markers rather than draw with them.
She is also quite endearing with her other antics. She now folds arms for prayers and giggles uncontrollably when June plays with her. She opens the box of wipes, pulls one out, then lies down and wipes her tummy (really funny). She plays peek-a-boo, and loves to make people gasp; if she thinks you are shocked by what she is doing, she is bound to keep it up. The other day in the tub, she started splashing and I played along, gasping and wincing every time she splashed. Naturally she splashed all the more, only proceeding in soaking herself thoroughly, but it was worth it to watch.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
*Flossing guilt is reported to last two to three weeks following a visit to the dentist.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Ivory decided to go to bed without a diaper tonight, showing that she is a big girl. I did NOT think this was a good idea but somehow I was overruled. Tyler thinks she needs to realize for herself that she is not quite ready to go the night without a diaper.
However, I am not sure how much of the situation she grasped being awakened from a dead sleep. Tyler put her standing in the tub and told her that she need to take off her underwear. She gave him a confused look, then sat down anyway. I am pretty sure that she had no idea that she was still wearing them, or that I was taking pictures (notice the sleepy yawn).
Poor duck. She is safely tucked back in bed, with a diaper, and I hope Tyler is done with his experiments.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
This morning we were up and running before 7 a.m and didn't stop until after dinner at 5 p.m. By then several children were very cranky, and we really just managed tempers until we could throw a couple in bed. Add to that the fact that I don't get to go to normal lessons, and Tyler has Daisy so he spends half of his lessons in the hallway chasing her; and somehow church is not the same experience as when I was younger. I admit that I miss the days where I blithely went to class and came home with nothing to do but take a nap.
Yet, I feel my testimony of attending church has only grown in the last few years. Because I am denied some of the spiritual experiences and discussions, I know how valuable they are. I help every week in the nursery so other parents can go and fill their spiritual cup, and mine is filled through service. I struggle through Sacrament Meeting hushing children, chasing babies, handing out snacks while catching tid-bits of what is said. However, I feel that is the most important place my family could be.
One definition of rest is: "Peace, freedom from trouble, tranquility." I have plenty of peace knowing that I am doing the right thing. Sunday is not always an easy day to get through, but I feel tranquility knowing I am building a foundation for my children and living the principles I believe. In that case, Sunday is certainly a day of rest. . . if not in the most literal sense.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
We (Tricia and me) browsed other shops and then we ate dinner out there. It was such a fun night and it certainly put me in the holiday spirit. I am getting really excited to start some new traditions this year and bring back some of the old ones. I encourage each of you to try something new this year with your family. After all, when you look back at Christmases gone by, do you remember the gifts you got or the things you did with your family each year?
Friday, November 6, 2009
But that is not what I sat down to write about today. Instead, I thought I might bring up a grievance of mine. I know this doesn't hold with the spirit of Thanksgiving, but let's get real; we all have pet peeves.
I despise white socks.
Not for me. I actually prefer to wear white socks myself (I know...boring). But for the girls, I will never buy them white socks again. Simply because it is so hard to find all the matches. And that is my least favorite part of laundry. There are always socks missing, and then there are the different sizes that have to be matched. Give me a Tinkerbell sock or a nice stripey one that jumps out and says, "Here I AM!! And my match is right over there!!" And even if you can't find the partner sock, at least they stand out in the mass of miss-match socks that we have accumulated over time.
I think for Christmas, I am going to buy a whole bunch of new unique looking socks and then I am going to toss all the old white ones. Or, we could move to Hawaii and wear flip-flops year round. That does seem the best option . I wonder if I can convince Tyler.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
June came home today and told me,
"I don't need these shoes anymore."
No kidding. I think you have gotten all the use you are going to get out of them (and perhaps a bit more).
She will make a good missionary.
The following comes from Raging Stallion, who felt it appropriate to add to the post:
As the only missionary in the family I bear a mantle of missionary history. That means that if there is need for a mission story, I'm it. If there's a need for a missionary experience, I'm it. If there's a need for clarification of missionary-related information, I'm it. Thankfully, I am prepared. Among family I am known as Elder Cazier II. Among some Brazilians, I am known as "O Leão de Sião," (The Lion of Zion).
Without getting too much into that (you who know, know I'll go on for hours—), there's a need for missionary-ness here, which I'm all too happy to provide. The astute reader has already noticed the word "missionary" above in reference to shoes. If you went to a walking mission (not these posh bike missions, or *gasp* a car mission), you know what happens to your shoes. For those of you who don't know, here's what they look like. These are my old friends. They have carried me through dust and mud, tears and blood. They've held me together when the path is hard, and tripped me up when my pride was full. These shoes have been with me through thick and thin—robberies and baptisms alike. They are as much a part of my mission as I am. As my soul was worn out in the service, so too were their soles. These were my best companions. My daughters have some pretty well-worn shoes to fill.
And hey, they still fit. :)
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
It is helpful that November is also the month of thanks giving (meaning giving thanks, not the holiday), so I figure I can throw in some small posts related to what I am thankful for.
And today, since I can't seem to get my pictures in working order, you get a thankful post (or something I love).
As the days shorten and the weather gets colder, it seems my body can not find a good temperature. In the morning I am cold (freezing), but we turn the heat on and my bones start to defrost. Then, I start to get a little too warm, so I turn the heater off for the day knowing that the house will warm up on its own anyway. But then I get cold again. I do have some self-control, so I usually leave the heat off and sure enough, by the afternoon, things warm up and suddenly I am sweating. I can't seem to find a happy medium. I'd like to blame the pregnancy, but I seem to recall that this happens every fall.
I guess the answer is layers, but I dislike dressing and undressing all day. Anyway, this is just a really long way to say that I love sunny patches. You know. . . when the curtain is open and a spot of the room is drenched in sunlight. Moxy usually finds the spots before I do (poor dog being from CA, I think she hates Utah weather even more than I do), but I will walk through a ray of sunlight and I will stop and press my body against the sliding glass door, soaking in all the heat I can. It feels luxurious. Or that feeling when you are chilled and you get into the car which has been sitting in the sun for a few hours and the heat just envelopes you. Mmmmmm. Warmth. Good stuff. Thanks sun for shedding a little light and heat.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
That there is Daisy in pigtails. Why is this so impossible you might ask? Well, this girl does not do 'stuff' in her hair. She takes off all hats, rips out all clips and bows, and managed to take out at least one pigtail within two minutes of me putting them in. Plus, add the fact that she doesn't really hold still for pictures, and I figure that I accomplished the impossible.
The trick is to distract her right after you put something in her hair in hopes that she will forget it is there—so she doesn't focus all her efforts on taking it out. Too bad she is not easily distracted. The good news is that she is pretty cute with the mullet. . . so far.