Friday, March 28, 2008
It was prescious to watch Lauren handle the seeds so tenderly. She took great care to not drop any of them.
When we were at the store, they insisted that they needed gardening gloves. Because "all gardeners wear gloves, and we are gardeners if we are planting a garden." Even though Lauren's were waaay too big, she still wore them. Cute.
Lundi only wanted to plant flowers (of course) so she can put them in her flower press. We did this a couple of years ago. Now she knows which ones press well and which ones don't.
Caleb was sure to read the backs of all of the packages. He was very careful to plant his seeds the exact depth recommended. Hi figured out that he could ignore the spacing guidelines since they were in individual pots.
Harrison was overly generous with his seed distribution. When I explained to him why we need to just put a few in each pot, he did great. He planted peppers, beans and flowers.
He insisted on watching them grow. He sat at the table for atleast an hour after we were all done.
Patience, my son.
It was a beautiful day. And yes....we wore our pajamas to school.
Harrison asked "Mom, are oranges called oranges because they are orange? Or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?" Caleb said "I don't like oranges." Lundi said "I think that the color came first, then they named the fruit." Then I asked Lauren "What is another kind of fruit that is orange, Lauren?" Her reply "Um.......a whole bunch of oranges!" Then she laughed at her own clever-ness.
Later that night when Mike got home, Harrison went down into the office to talk to Mike alone. He said (in all seriousness) "Papa, I hate to be the one to tell you this.........but Mommy has grey hair." He said "Ya I know, I have a few, too." Mike assured him that it was part of being a grown up and he might have them some day, too. Harrison moved on in a typical six year old manner....returning to his cars. So later (after the kids were in bed) Mike recounted this conversation to me. I (of course laughed) had no idea that it bothered him so much. The next day I said "Harrison, did you tell Papa about my grey hair?" He said "Ya, bit it's OK. You will still live, right Mommy?" I realized then that he thinks that grey hair (Like 95 year old Laurette) is equal to being very, very old. We have explained to the kids that Laurette might die soon, as she is very old. I can only conclude, from this conversation, that in his (six year old) mind these few grey hairs would soon lead to my passing away. I re-assured him that even young people sometimes have grey hair, and that I wasn't really that old and would be around for a long time to be his Mommy. He smiled, hugged me and it was over just like that.
Sometimes we just never know how they are going to interpret the things we say.
The mind of a six year old.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Notice the bare legs on this boy.....with boots.
And here is Lauren attempting to dig out the swing, which is atleast three feet under.
It's not very often that you ge to play (safely) on top of the swingset.
Lauren was amazed that she could see over the top of the swingset. It made her giggle.
I guess they just can't wait any longer. I can't either. Maybe I'll take Lauren's suggestion and take the blow dryer outside and melt all the snow.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
"So, the Sacrament meeting was AWESOME today. Not only did we have a beautiful special musical number and the choir sung for us, but Leah spoke, then Brother Boulier. You can guess how each of them bore witness to the Savior and how Easter has significance in our lives. We remember what happened on Sunday, but what about what happened on Friday? He died on the cross. He was brutally bruised to pay for crime he didn’t committ. The speakers witnessed in each or their special ways. Thank you! There was, however, a more impressive show of the Lord’s influence. President Hayes stood and declared his special privilege and extended the meeting further. This was under the Lord’s influence. He let President Hayes know what to say and how to say it. I won’t share exactly what he said. It is sacred. The entire Ward sat rapt. There was special declaration of the divinity of this Church, the Authority of the Holy Priesthood in this Church, the Lord’s role as judge, the responsibility and accountability of our choices and the sharpness of the Lord’s commands. His was an invitation for us all to stay the course, run the course and get back on the course. I stood in awe of his instruction.
We had people there who have not been back to Church in a while. There were people who have never set foot in this Church. There were those of us who are strong, weak, warm and lukewarm in the gospel. So sharp, exact and sacred were his words, that I doubt - not even for a moment - that anyone could with any reasonable effort would reject, disprove, refute or deny. Some words were searing. Some were gentle. His voice was quivering, almost crying. It seemed any pride was left to utter abandon. How could any of us speak like that? He had the authority to declare the truth and he did it. We rarely have an opportunity to experience this raw revelatory meat. It was given to us without fear, without a pointing finger, without shame and without guile. He spoke with power, authority. He was like a Lion.
I often wonder what people think of think of us when I dare say words like his. The words are true, but they are hard to speak. Why? I know they’re true. It makes me wonder if I am ashamed of my religion. The answer is no, but it takes boldness to speak as he did. To risk the judgement of your fellow men is a high risk, but he gave no thought to this possibility. I conclude he feared God’s judgement more than man’s. Now more than ever I wonder what others think of us. There was a visitor there who I go to class with. She was there for other reasons…not because I invited her, but other reasons. I am anxious to hear if she has any questions for me. Does she have any comments? What are her impressions? How could she (anyone) not have questions? How could she (anyone) not have felt the Spirit? How could she (anyone) deny the power of God tasted at the meeting? I was moved to tears and that’s how my soul expresses feeling the Spirit (one of the ways). I was neither joyed nor scared. I was not sad. I felt encircled by the power and authority of God. I also felt the savior’s love throughout the meeting, not at only one moment, but the whole meeting. To have missed the meeting today would be to miss out on eternal truths, eternal purview and eternal blessings. I’m serious. You think I am stretching it? Ask anyone there. This was a different meeting. It’s one that not many of the members of the Church can say they they’ve witnessed in their life. It was actually a first for me. I know the title, Lion of the Lord is already taken, but President was a close second." MJS
I add my witness. I know that Jesus Christ lives. He is the my Savior. I love him.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
M: What's the matter, is it too hot?
L: No, it's just that my ear has a reflex.
M; It does?
L; Ya, it just doesn't like hot air blown into it.
Just remember that when you are a teenager, kid. When a boy wants to make out with you.....you tell him about your "Reflex!!!"
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
This is just to remind me that Spring. Will. Come.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
I went outside today to pour salt on the ice that has graced our doorstep for the last five months and actually heard birds outside! It was beautiful music to my ears. Very encouraging, and promising that spring WILL come. Especially for those of us who's swing sets are still half way burried. Don't missunderstand....I do love the snow. But now that ski season is over (yes, i survived) I don't care for it to hang around anymore.
More good: Mike is on a psyche rotation this week and is doing well. Even better, he has a whole week off next week. I hope the weather is warm because I really want to get some spring cleaning done. I am feeling crowded with all of the junk we have accumilated over the winter and am anxious to purge!
Sick kids. Lundi threw up last night from the top bunk. (Think water fall, but not the pretty kind). Mike was (once again) assigned to disaster relief while I dealt with two sick kids on the couch. We brought Lauren out of their room to clean her bed (she sleeps on the bottom) and while she was on the couch was coughing like a barking seal. I finally gave her the-not reccomended by our doctor, could kill your kid but still works so I give it to my kids anyway because I am a bad Mom- cough medicine. Five minutes later she had to go poo poo. Five minutes later she had to go again. She has had the vas-y-vites (a term I made up on my mission translates into "go there fast") diahrea for the past week and a half. Liam has it, too and can't seem to get regular again. He also has a cough and runny nose. Lundi continued to puke (or should I say dry heave) every fifteen minutes (like clock work) from 10:30 until 4:00 this morning. Ofcourse I was the one up with her because Mike had to be at the hospital early this morning. I was just thankful he got up to clean the mess in the girls room---it was a two hour job!! Our perfectly healthy record this winter has come to an abrupt halt.
Which leads us to the ugly.....
"Fire butts" ( as Juanita calls them). Two of them. Liam and Lauren are the proud owners. Applying medicine doesn't make a difference, except it makes then scream when we apply it.
Looking forward to a better day on the morrow.
Monday, March 10, 2008
....climbing the walls:
.....rockin' the boat:
....holdin' up the world: .....dressing UP:
....speedin' through town:
....caring for animals:
....and disecting the remains (owl pellets) of others:
It is great to explore our world.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I heard this term used in a talk tonight (Called to Serve) by Neal A. Maxwell.
"For the serious disciple the resulting urgency means there can be few extended reveries and recesses and certainly no sabbaticals--all this in order to hasten God's relentless remodeling of each of us! Parenthetically, I don't know how it is for you, but though the reveries, the special moments come, they are not extended. Soon the drumroll of events, even difficulties, resumes. There is so much to get done in the brief time we have in this mortal classroom. "
It really put things into perspective for me. Things have been especially difficult around here the last few days. Sickness abounds. Nothing that was planned happened. Everything that wasn't, came to pass.
Trials and tribulations, obstacles, sickness, temptations, opposition, weaknesses. These are all part of our mortal experience. Life on earth includes all of these things. But why? Is it because our God has left us to dwindle aimlessly, just waiting for our lives to get easier, better, perfect or effortless? No. Infact, we are given trials because He loves us. Our life on earth wasn't meant to be easy, but we are promised that it will be worth it. Trials help us to recognize what we are truly made of. So much of the time I hear this term but don't actually see the blessing of the trial until after it is over. Isn't that human nature?
The "remodeling" of my soul is a process. I am always growing, learning, failing, repenting, evolving, getting off track, finding my way back, asking forgiveness and starting all over again. In essence, learning for myself. I am having my own mortal experience. No one else can do it for me, nor can I do it for anybody else.
In this process, I am getting closer to my Savior and gaining a better understanding of His love for me. I am indeed grateful that He is relentless in his grace. He is relentless when it comes to perfecting my soul. He is relentless in His love and patience for me. I know that He lives.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Lookin' out the front door (which we don't use).
This is lookin' out the door that we do use. Does it remind you of Moses parting the sea? There is only a one foot wide path leading to the van. Today the man who plows our driveway brought a tractor over to scoop and dump the snow further back. The snow walls were so narrow, we couldn't open the car doors. We are expecting another storm on Tuesday---I don't know where we are going to put it.
You can't really see them, but there are actually buds on this tree. It gives me hope that spring will indeed come to us.
Looking Up! Caleb (top) and Lundi (watching from below) at the Saturday Ski Races