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Happy Easter Weekending!

April 10, 2009

We’re off to visit cousins this weekend and celebrate Easter.

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Image by Joseph Brickey

We’ve been working hard this year to emphasize to the kids what Easter is really about.  I feel a little lot like we’re going against the grain.  Like Christmas, the true meaning of Easter had become lost in the commercialism of chocolate, bunnies, and egg hunts.  Even when I Googled an Easter image for this post, I ended up with everything BUT an image of Christ.  And while I don’t expect everyone to hold the same beliefs as I do and can respect those who don’t, I’m surprised at how lost the meaning of Easter has become.  By the same token,  I’m grateful to live in a country where we can all worship freely and where we can create a home, a refuge from the craziness of the world, to teach and instill in our kids the beliefs and values that are important to us.

Getting off my soapbox…

We’re also taking the oldest 3 kids to see this:


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Lots of pictures to come next week!

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A big thanks to Musing for submitting my Distractions post to the wonderful Shmutzie for http://www.fivestarfriday.com !  Musing has an awesome blog where you’re asked to comment on the subject of the day in just 3 words.  I love it because it gets your creative juices churning and only takes three words to comment!  Go take a look!

Happy Easter weekend!!!

A Whirlwind of a Week…

March 29, 2009

Whew!  It’s been quite a week!

I’ve been away from the blog because we’ve had a lot going on.  Here’s an extensive recap:

Last week my foreigner husband concluded the extensive process of becoming legal.  After almost 25 years living in the United States, he finally decided to become a U.S. citizen.  It has taken almost a year of paper work and interviewing to get to the final swearing-in ceremony.  But he made it, and passed the final interview.  I went with him to record history.swearing-in-group

Can you spot the only Austrian in the group?

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Two things stood out to me when I was watching the whole procedure.  The first was when the Master of ceremonies, a career government guy, was asked if certain seats were being saved for the translators.  To which he replied:

Translators? Ma’am, this is for your U.S. Citizenship.  There will be no translators at this ceremony.guy

The other was when this guy, the second-in-command Master of Ceremonies began his patriotic speech with this:

I love this country.  You wanna know why I love this country so much?  Because we don’t take no crap from nobody!flag

We’re coming to America,

We’re coming to America,

TODAY!

Congratulations Hubby!

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Later that day, for Erik’s birthday, we trekked over to the Discovery Center of Idaho and played with lots of science.

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My sister Jennifer, and her family came out for the weekend to celebrate Erik’s 8th birthday and baptism with us.

It was the perfect way to end our 11 days of Spring Break.

Guess where I took them?

Yep, the same theater.  We caught the premiere of Monsters vs. Aliens for $2.50 a piece!

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Both of my sisters are fans of Bakerella.  Do you know her?  She makes incredible desserts, one of which is the cake pop.  After a morning of sweating to The 30 Day Shred followed by the Bar Method, we felt we’d earned a treat so we tried our hand at making cake pops.  Needless to say, they were a little trickier than they sounded and we ended up with 12 finished pops and 2 trays full of cake balls on sticks.  I think I’ll leave the cake pops up to Bakerella from now on.

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I’m kind of a little bit obsessed with chicken coops right now.  More about that in my next post.  So I took Jennifer to the hatchery down the road to check out their selection of farm fowl.  They were completely sold out of chicks but they did have these ducks.

Isn’t this little one adorable?

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No, we didn’t make any purchases. It’s all part of my research.  Soon enough.  Soon enough…

The kids had the best time hanging out with their cousins.

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We can’t wait to see them again in 2 weeks!

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Yesterday was Erik’s baptism.  He looked so handsome in his new suit and tie.  His dad baptised and confirmed him. There was such a strong Spirit during the baptism as well as the confirmation.  These little kids are so sweet and innocent.  The Spirit just emmanates from them.  It was a wonderful day that we won’t soon forget.

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Per Eriks request, after his baptism we all went to IHOP for a dinner of french toast, pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, omelettes, and fried shrimp.  YUM!  We were stuffed and happy.

Better break out those work-out DVDS again tomorrow.

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And in the midst of all the weekend activities, our little sister Ashley gave birth to her first baby.  After a slow and unprogressive day of laboring, she ended up having a c-section.  But he’s here and he’s absolutely adorable.

Welcome to the world Hudson

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Born March 27 11:57 pm

9 lb. 4 oz.   20 inches

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Congratulations Ashley & Nick

Now I can’t wait to get my hands on him!  There’s nothing like a new baby.

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So, that was last week in a nutshell.  It was jam packed with excitement.  We had a great time with my family and missed my mom who was out helping with the new baby. We made lots of memories and shared some milestones.  Here’s to back to school and a less eventful week.

Happy Monday!!!

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I’m Going to He** in a handbasket…

Tonight…

At precisely 7:00…

On the stage of our church…

(Get there early for good seats)

It’s going to be a trainwreck.

The women of our church meet once a month on a Tuesday night for a little inspiration, instruction, and calorie-laden dessert.  This month our topic is cleaning and organizing.  I was asked to teach a mini-class on organization.  I deferred, claiming I’m not really very organized.  Truth be told, I’d rather stick a fork in my eyeball than speak in public.  So, she politely asked me if I’d be interested in playing a small  part in a skit instead.

Now, in my head I was picturing the monthly cub scout pack meeting skits.  You know, the 15 second spot where the boys pretend to eat trail mix and find out it’s really bunny droppings, or something along those lines. A quick skit with a line or two from all participants.

So, I said, “Sure, I’d be happy to help out…that doesn’t count as public speaking, right?”  With a glint in her eye and a polite smile she left.

I  took the copy of the skit and being the procrastinator that I am,  I set it aside.

I finally picked it up last week to read through.

HOLY TOLEDO!  My part is HUGE!  And, the worst part?

(drum roll….)

I have to sing!

SOLO!

A CAPELLA!

FREAKING OUT.  STILL.  A WEEK LATER!!!

I’d rather stick a fork, two knives, and a screwdriver in both eyes, naked, than sing in public!!! (OK, maybe not the naked part).  The last time I sang a solo?  Never.  Ever.  The last time I sang in a choir?  Never.  Ever.  The last time I sang in front of my family?  Last night. Because I had to practice. Whereupon I heard:

“Why did they pick you for this part?”

“Oh, you sound really baaaad, Mom”.

“Promise me you’ll never do that again.”

And the ultimate insult:

Dad sings better than you.” !!!

I’m not sure why she chose me for the part.  In real life I’m quiet and reserved and I’m a backseat kind of a girl.  Is she exacting her revenge on me for forgetting to bring the funeral potatoes to the last funeral?  Could be.  In any case, it’s too late to bow out.  I’m doomed.

As I’ve been contemplating this unfortunate fate of mine, I had to make a decision.

Do I mumble through the song quietly and timidly hoping nobody notices that I’m trying to sing and  run the risk of people thinking, “Wow, that was lame.”  Or do I power it out loudly in the spirit of William Hung, overly dramatic hand gestures and all,  and run the risk of people thinking, “Wow, I wonder if she actually thinks she’s a good singer“.

I’m going for the latter.  It will be a disaster either way.  At least this way, I’ll make a big impression and everyone will remember never to invite me to do anything on stage. Ever. Again.

So, if you get there tonight and I’m nowhere to be found, check for missing forks, knives and screwdrivers.  Maybe I’ll get lucky…

My script is calling…

Happy Tuesday!

No More Cheerios!

July 28, 2008

I don’t know what the deal is with our new ward. In all other wards I’ve belonged to, if you got to church at least 10 minutes early, you had a great shot at getting the “good seats”. (i.e. fabric covered padded benches on carpet.) Sure, if you were a mere 8 minutes early you might have been stuck trying to squash your family of 6 into the very back side bench made for no more than 4. But you were still assured the “good seats”.

This place is different. Not one Sunday has gone by that we’ve arrived early enough to get good seats. One Sunday Ralf even got worked up after a morning of rushing around, getting kids dressed, packing church bags, gathering shoes and socks and piling into the car only to find, again, that we missed out on the “good seats”. In his frustration he blurted out “If we weren’t always LATE to church, this wouldn’t happen!” To which I patiently pointed out that we were actually 10 minutes early…

In our quest for the “good seats” one Sunday we made it 20 minutes early. Yep, you guessed it, still no “good seats” for us. I think it’s a conspiracy against all the new people, but I have yet to prove my theory. I guess we could try and be 30 minutes early next time just to see if that would make a diference. But, to be honest, it wouldn’t be worth it to me. An extra half hour of keeping my kids quiet, engaged, and reverent on top of the hour of sacrament meeting, just to get “good seats”? No thanks.

So, I have resigned myself to the fact that we will be permanent fixtures in the “bad seats”. For those of you who either always get the “good seats” or haven’t had the opportunity to experience a sacrament meeting at a mormon church, let me explain what the “bad seats” are.

When the chapel full of “good seat” fills up, the accordion-style door to the cultural hall (i.e. basketball gym/stage area) opens up lined with cold, folding metal chairs with an aisle down the middle. The floors are usually hardwood polished to a smooth sheen.

I’ve actually come to peace with this reality. Certainly there are worse things that I could be complaining about. But my point to this post is not to complain. It’s actually to offer some tips and advice to those of you who have also found yourselves week after week in the “bad seats” in sacrament meeting. I know I’m not alone. So just for you, I’ve compiled a list of helpful tips so you can make the most of your time in the “bad seats”.

Items to add to your church bag:

  • Magnetic numbers and letters. You know, the kind that you can find on almost every first time parent’s refrigerator. They stick wonderfully to every part of the metal chair.

  • Cloth books. We have never been big fans of these. Luckily, my kids are all too old for them but for those of you with littler ones, these are the kinds of books that have shoelaces to tie, or zippers to zip, or buttons to button. They are made not of paper but of nice soft fabric. Why these particular books? Because when they’re dropped they land silently or, heaven forbid, when they’re chucked at the snoozing elderly couple a few rows in front of you, they don’t leave a mark.

  • A few extra pairs of socks. Why? Just slip them on over the kids’ shoes making them stealthily silent, and if you’re lucky, when the unruly kids run away from you, you avoid having the entire congregation look back and wonder whose kid that is. If you’re not lucky they may discover that the socks make awesome skates.

  • A baby blanket. No baby? No problem. A good baby blanket can be folded in half and half again to make a great pillow for your tush on high council Sundays.

Items to remove from your church bag:

  • Cheerios, pretzels, crackers, Kix. No need to make a scene when the baggie full of them gets turned upside down and scatters in all directions across the floor. Instead pack some mini marshmallows, gummy bears, and raisins. Silent, bouncy, and tidy.

  • Felt scripture figures. No need. Nothing to stick them to without the velcro-like fabric of the “good seats”.

  • Anything metal. Metal on metal and the gym acoustics? Really bad combination.


That’s all I’ve got. If you can add to my list, leave me a comment. I think all of us who have resigned ourselves to the “bad seats” could benefit from any and all advice.