Wednesday, 28 February 2007
Tuesday, 27 February 2007
I started wearing slippers when we moved into this house six years ago for two reasons. First, my feet were cold on the ceramic tile (we moved in at the beginning of winter - in the summer the floor is refreshingly cool). Second, the tile wears out socks like we're walking around outside on the sidewalk in our stocking feet. It takes a little longer to wear out slippers, but at Christmas time this year I needed new ones, so I put slippers on my list. I'm not very good at making a Christmas list, it's always short and boring, because of that I usually get everything on my list. So the slippers weren't a surprise, but I was happy to get them. These are my feet on Christmas morning - the only picture of me that day.
Monday, 26 February 2007
Sunday, 25 February 2007
Carmen likes to get dirty. She was our last kid to get the hang of the idea that food belongs on her plate, on her fork, or in her mouth (even after her younger sister). There are suitable hobbies for this type of kid: she likes cooking, gardening, painting, and pottery.
Carmen is super girly. She likes any sport that involves hair and makeup, which for her right now is figure skating (minus the hair and makeup - I'm a mean mom) She likes flashy clothes, which is hard on her tshirt and jeans mom. We usually find happy middle ground.
Carmen is dramatic. She's up or down. When she was 3 years old I was curling her hair one day, and her bangs came out of the curling iron in a ringlet. I laughed and told her there was a poem about a little girl with hair like that. I recited it for her:
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good she was very, very good.
Saturday, 24 February 2007
I emailed Chris a picture of a wall in my family room. Based on the picture, and reading through my blog Chris came up with a first draft. She was so intuitive with what she came up with - she tied multiple elements of the essence of me into one banner. My favorite part of the first draft, though, were these monkeys. Now, my personal style is very edited: clean lines, simple shapes, repetition of one idea. So I asked Chris to edit the banner down to just that single element. She tweaked the color and the font to come up with the masterpiece that is my banner.
I love the retro-humor of the barrel of monkeys with the custom colors that are so me. Thanks again, Chris.
Friday, 23 February 2007
Along a similar vein, can I say that I consider your posts and comments to be another form of good mail. When I open my email and see how many items are in my inbox I'm so excited, because there's sure to be 'good email' from my new blogging friends.
What an inclusive group of women. I'm so glad to have this way to interact with such amazing people.
Thursday, 22 February 2007
Steven (with Ken using the law of thirds he learned about at a ward activities committee sponsored workshop I dragged him to awhile ago)
A cabin right off the hill - not ours
It's good to have everyone home. Chloe had just started to miss the other kids and be bored with me; it was a cute reunion. It's also good to have my camera home - I wanted to take pictures of my time with Chloe. Plus, no camera was cramping my blogging a little.
Tuesday, 20 February 2007
Recently my husband took our most current photo book with him to a family funeral in Idaho. When he got back, he handed me the book and said, "Do you realize there is only one picture of you in this whole book???" I told him that wasn't true, but then when I looked, it actually was true. He hadn't noticed it on his own - one of his Idaho cousins was looking through the book and pointed it out. There are 11 pictures of Ken, and all the rest are pictures of the kids. What it comes down to is I take all the pictures. The only reason there was one picture of me in the album is because when we were hiking in the summer a friendly hiking stranger offered to get a group shot of our family for us. You're looking at the hiking picture cropped down to just me.
It looks like working on self portraits might be a good idea.
Well, it sounds like the skiers are having a great time. I'm enjoying what is feeling like my week off:
- no make up
- no cooking
- no phone calls (very few people know I'm home)
- all caught up on my mending
- did a little sewing project with Chloe: we made a poncho for her baby doll
- made a baby blanket for a friend who's expecting #5 any day now
- played like a bazillion board games including a new one from Value Village: Ravensburger's Madeline
- made name stamps like this
- slumber party watching DVD's in my bed every night
- all caught up on the photo book I'm working on
- did an inventory of my food storage and a grocery list to replenish it (we're getting low on red lentils, which I sure didn't foresee when I first bought them - turns out the kids like red lentil soup)
- started working on a photo wall for my master bedroom - it's going to be all places we love
- ordered fabric from Cia's Palette for some future projects
- ordered some supplies for a super cool top secret craft to do with my kids, neices, and nephews at my parents' cabin this summer
- orgainized and wiped out the kitchen drawers, next I'm tackling the den
- made clothes pin dolls
- coming up: an easybake-a-thon tomorrow
My mom once told me that she wished she could have had each of her five kids spaced 18 years apart so that she could have enjoyed each one without the distractions of the other four. I'm getting a delicious taste of that this week.
Sunday, 18 February 2007
I'm really glad I didn't miss church a few weeks ago when our bishopric spoke in sacrament meeting. My bishop gives great talks; I'd be all for him giving us a sermon every Sunday. I thought I'd share what he had to say that has really stayed with me. He shared a portion of 'The Ballad of Sir Andrew Barton' (the picture is the crest of Sir Andrew Barton).
"I am hurt, but I am not slain; I'll lay me down and bleed a while, And then I'll rise and fight again."
The bishop then encouraged us to adopt those words. To acknowledge our hurts, but also to keep hope. He said we need to give ourselves permission to lay down and bleed awhile, but then we need to rise and fight again.
Those feelings of hurt seem so isolating, don't they? Yet they're part of the universal human experience. I'm not hurting right now, but I still found the way my bishop spoke about it very reassuring.
Anyhow, I think I'm just putting this down for me. The time will come that I'll want to refer back to this post.
Friday, 16 February 2007
We had New Beginnings this week. I definitely feel that the middle of February is late in the year for New Beginnings. We probably should have done it in January, but I felt like we'd just barely put on YW in Excellence, and I wasn't ready for another YW event yet in January. Anyhow, I have a laurel who was finished all her personal progress except for her Good Works project. She told me the project was a surprise for me, and that she would give it to me at New Beginnings, which was so sweet. Right up there with a CTR 5 child giving her primary teacher a picture she made during sacrament meeting. This YW had obviously consulted with the YW secretary, because the presentation was printed up right into the program. She made me a book of quotes on service. It was so perfect, and so her. This girl has a quote for every subject we discuss in class. Her bedroom is practically wallpapered with quotes. She also wrote her testimony in the back of the book. And I thought I'd miss primary.
There's been an unexpected upside to the dishwasher breaking down and my choice to turn to disposable dishes: the kids' jokes have improved tremendously. You know how little kids try to tell jokes, but they just aren't funny. Well, no more. When I bought dixie cups I was really just trying to buy something that all the kids would use, which meant no disney princess, winnie the pooh, or anything else that might offend a 10 year old boy. The joke cups were the only other option.
So why is it dangerous to do math in the jungle? Because when you add 4 and 4 you get ate.
I have a couple of Value Village treasures trapped in the trunk of my minivan. The van is 9 years old, and certain functions are starting to go. The remote for the locks doesn't work every time on every door. In fact, the interior buttons for the locks don't always work. Another problem with the van is that quite often it won't register that the trunk door is closed. When this happens the wiper on the back window won't work, which means with the sloppy roads we've had around here, I have to stop frequently at a gas station just to clean my back window. I just came out of a long stretch of the rear door tricking the van into believing it was ajar. I was so pleased when after a trip to Value Village the rear door registered closed, and the wiper started working again. That was 11 days ago. I haven't opened the trunk since I left the store that day - I'm too afraid the next time I open and close that door I'll be back to a rear wiper that doesn't work. Good thing we're taking Ken's truck on our trip, not my minivan.
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
Monday, 12 February 2007
I framed and hung the silhouettes of my kids over the telephone desk, and I added a couple of little somethings to my laundry room to make me smile. I've had these old sewing patterns for such a long time, and I wanted to put them up, but I was just waiting for the perfect way to display them.
Usually on Mondays Chloe doesn't have school, so she is my little helper with the housework. I really didn't need or want her help with what I did today, which meant she watched a whole lot of T.V. When we got in the car to go pick up the other kids from school she rubbed her forehead and told me, "I watched too much T.V. today. I have a mybraine."
Saturday, 10 February 2007
Friday, 9 February 2007
I'm going to have to wait till February 26th before the repairman can come. It's not all his fault, part of the problem is we're going away on a family ski trip for a week, so between his schedule and our vacation our dishwasher will be out of commission for a couple more weeks. Luckily, the cabin at the ski resort has a dishwasher!
Thursday, 8 February 2007
Not very long ago my brother called me up and asked me how I'd made the night lights because he wanted to make one for his little girl. When my jealous daughters found out I'd shared my secret design they wailed and whined, "We want to be the only girls in the world with these nightlights!" I noticed in my neice's birthday pictures she got a new nightlight as a gift from her dad so my girls are going to have to deal with it.
I actually wanted to make a light like this for my son's room, but he needs complete darkness to sleep, so a wall lamp with a NHL crest on it would go unused.
This difference between my kids who need light and the one who needs darkness to fall asleep causes problems when we travel to Grandma and Grandpa's house and all the kids are trying to fall asleep together in the family room in the basement. Next time we go down I'm going to bring a sleep mask for my boy and mini flashlights for my girls to see if I can make bedtime at Grandma's easier on everyone (including me).
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
Monday, 5 February 2007
The zebra always surprises me with how small it is.
I love zoo pictures in the winter, because the animals really pop out against the snow.
Were you sad we didn't get to see the baby giraffe? We checked again at the end of the afternoon, and we were so happy to see baby Richard! Below: eating bark off the same tree as his dad. They keep the baby fenced away from papa, but doesn't it look like the father could just step over that fence if he really wanted to?
He looks pretty big when there isn't an adult in the picture to compare him to. He's around 7 feet tall.
My husband grew up just a few blocks away from the zoo when he was really small, and his mom took him there all the time. She wants us to keep up this tradition, so she gives us a family zoo pass every year. Thanks! We love to go!
Sunday, 4 February 2007
Thursday, 1 February 2007
Yeah, that's really me in the picture. It may seem kinda weird that I have a picture of myself examining a patient, but this picture was taken for the website of the office I work in.
Why did I become a dental hygienist? My dad told me to. People laugh when I say that, but it's the absolute truth. I didn't know what I wanted to take in university, and my dad looked me in the eyes and said, "Barbara, I think dental hygiene would be a good idea." Parents long for that kind of obedience in a 17 year old, I know.
Now that my own kids are growing up a little (the oldest is 13 and in 8th grade) I wonder and worry about what they'll choose for their own secondary educations. Will they chase their dreams, or will they choose something practical?