Thursday, October 29

My Birthday

Was more this entire week than one day!  On Sunday, I received a boquet of flowers which is looking beautiful even now.  On Monday, it was a regular day other than getting all dressed up and going to the mall with my girls (their favorite past time lately), and getting myself a new maternity shirt at Motherhood.  When my husband finally got home from work at seven-thirty, he brought a cake and a card and gift card, and some chocolates.  We had a late family night and got the kids (those who had not already fallen asleep) to bed after cake and ice cream.

Next day, I went shopping with my gift card for mostly Halloween Candy and some groceries.  I did get myself a five dollar maternity shirt with it.  And the following day, my package I had ordered for myself from Sheer Cover came.  I LOVE their product.  Thirty bucks for three nice brushes, mascara, a color palette of lip glosses, eye liner and highlighter (small, sample size), a nice makeup bag to hold it all in, a couple mineral powder's and concealer plus a little travel purse with a duo concealer and powder holder, and mini powder brush (really short handle) for traveling.  Also, in it came face wash and lotion.  Their product line is wonderful, and if you were to go to the mall for mineral powder, you'd receive one container of mineral powder for the same price as all that I just described.  Here's me with the make up on more than half way through the day.  Anyway, also as of every Wednesday, I played volleyball with our ward.  We have so much fun with sports in our ward.  No one takes it seriously, and we're all constantly doing things that make everyone laugh.  So, we get our exercise in running around like maniacs, and in laughing so hard.  It happens every time.  We just have a great ward!
And I can't forget to mention the Birthday cards and money I received from my parents and Dan's parents.  Thank you very much!

Today has just been fun.  I've done the girl's hair, and Ginnie dressed up in her fairy outfit, and I've been keeping up on house work quite well.  Oh, one area that is not going so well is that because I bought the candy four days early, I've been eating miniature candy bars pretty much since the day before yesterday and I think I finally reached my limit point.  That's after an entire bag of miniature snicker's is gone, and some butterfingers, kit-kats and other things.
Looking forward to Halloween.  Before I started this binge, at my last check-up, I'd gained six lbs in four weeks. Ha, at this rate, I'm going to be an elephant by the time Sarah comes.  But, I'm pretty active in general and have a good metabolism.  So, eventually, I'll get back, or at least close.  This past time, I held onto three pounds without ever loosing them, which is fine.  I mean, this is my fourth child.  So I'm not complaining.
Tonight, my friend (yes, I actually have some friends whom I neglect to let into my life much of the time) Nicole is really sweet and is taking me to dinner for my Birthday, after which we will go drop off some goodies to our VT ladies.

I LOVE this time of year.  Ohio is so beautiiful.  The reds and yellow's here are incredible compared to anywhere I've been.  The most vibrant colors.  Maybe someday in the near future, I'll get a camera so I can start taking pictures again.  Until then, just imagine how beautiful Ohio is this time of year.

Thursday, October 22

Tough Times

These are hard times we live in, and blessed times.  I watched A Wrinkle in Time today.  Some things really stuck out to me about the present state of the world.  Some good messages in there; I've always loved the book.
Anyway, of course whenever I'm struggling to discern between how things appear and how they truly are in my life and in my mind, I turn to the scriptures for direction and clarification.


Here's a good little message that I needed right now and I hope someone else could use it as well.


Doctrine and Covenants 78
11 Wherefore, a commandment I give unto you, to prepare and organize yourselves by a bond or everlasting covenant that cannot be broken.

12 And he who breaketh it shall lose his office and standing in the church, and shall be delivered over to the buffetings of Satan until the day of redemption.

13 Behold, this is the preparation wherewith I prepare you, and the foundation, and the ensample which I give unto you, whereby you may accomplish the commandments which are given you;

14 That through my providence, notwithstanding the tribulation which shall descend upon you, that the church may stand independent above all other creatures beneath the celestial world;

15 That you may come up unto the crown prepared for you, and be made rulers over many kingdoms, saith the Lord God, the Holy One of Zion, who hath established the foundations of Adam-ondi-Ahman;

17 Verily, verily, I say unto you, ye are little children, and ye have not as yet understood how great blessings the Father hath in his own hands and prepared for you;

18 And ye cannot bear all things now; nevertheless, be of good cheer, for I will lead you along. The kingdom is yours and the blessings thereof are yours, and the riches of eternity are yours.

19 And he who receiveth all things with thankfulness shall be made glorious; and the things of this earth shall be added unto him, even an hundred fold, yea, more.

20 Wherefore, do the things which I have commanded you, saith your Redeemer, even the Son Ahman, who prepareth all things before he taketh you;

21 For ye are the church of the Firstborn, and he will take you up in a cloud, and appoint every man his portion.

22 And he that is a faithful and wise steward shall inherit all things. Amen.

  I believe these words.  I love my creator for making life so unfair in our favor.  Truly, without His Atonement, we are all lost.  Through His grace, and our obedience to His words, we can be heirs to all He has.
  There is a richness I feel, a quiet strength and beauty from within when I read  these words.  Enough to keep me going and to encourage me to try a little harder at being a little better in every area of my life.  My spirit is being nourished.  And I feel to rejoice!

Wednesday, October 7

Stay at Home Mom

There is a perception out there that being a stay-at-home Mom isn't a job, or that we're lazy and not really doing our part in contributing to a thriving society. Well, I'm here to tell those people that I am doing possibly the most important work in this world. And I deserve nothing but respect for what I do every day and night.

I've always been a hard worker. My favorite jobs growing up were hard core landscaping (laying fire stone, leveling yards, pruning, hedging) construction (roofing, framing etc.). I'd have heat exhaustion for the first two weeks of my outside summer jobs. I stacked trailers like the guys at UPS and loved every minute of it. I threw the javelin and had six hours of physical training every day, placed at nationals in college, and won many gold medals in high school and Jr. High. I had nine younger brother's and sister's and spent the majority of my free time cleaning, taking care of and serving them - doing whatever I could to lighten my parent's load.
None of that compares to motherhood and with it all it's demands while being physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted about %85 of the time...no one looking out for you because you are the giver and have so many needs to fill every day. No one to make meals or take care of you when you're sick. No one to fill in when you're completely sleep deprived, exercise and food deprived because you're so busy taking care of everyone and everything. Loosing yourself while gaining some of the strongest characteristics ever. I thought I had some pretty good preparation for motherhood. Looking back, it was only a small taste of all that goes into it. You really don't have a clue until you experience it.

School

This is a venting session.

So, here's the deal. Our schools here are rated nines and tens. They are top quality schools. And it is because of the structure and strictness to obey the rules by the faculty that probably makes it that way.

Today was picture day. We had received a paper informing us of picture day over the weekend. So I knew it was coming up. I hadn't seen any sort of order form, however. So this morning, after I dropped Hyrum off at school, while unloading the girls I saw the order form on the floor of the van (Hyrum must have pulled it out of his back pack when I picked him up the previous weekend). I went into the school to pay for the pictures and fill out the order form with the girls.

First stop, the office to ask them how to go about this. After I sat and filled everything out, I looked through my purse to find that my check book was missing (all this with two rambunctious little girls to keep sitting and quiet). They suggested I go talk to the photographer right out in the hall about possibly bringing in the money the following day. Well, the photographer was busy getting kids to pose and shooting. Since my girls were having a hard time listening and staying close, and since Hyrum's class was right around the corner, I decided to go hand Mrs. Hughes the order form I had filled out and let her know I'd be right back with the check that I was going to drive home and back for.

She was fine with that. On my way out, a woman who seems to enforce most rules and who has stopped me before because I wasn't following their code, stopped me and explained the following; the Kindergartener's would have their pictures taken on the other end of the school where the teacher's lounge is, and that I should take the check directly there after stopping at the office for directions.

I went out to my van, found my check book had fallen out of my purse in the van, and this time decided to put one of the girls in the stroller, and carry the other to keep them better contained.
I went back in, was going to stop at the office but saw it as a huge burden. So instead of trying to open the door with both hands very full and cram that tiny office to ask for directions, I decided to simply go, hand off the check quickly and get out of there.
As I walked down the hall, I asked one of the faculty if she'd tell me where the teacher's lounge was. She was generous and cheerful and I was pretty close. So I followed her directions. As I neared the teacher's lounge, three women almost glaring asked questions like, "Excuse me, what are you looking for?" and "Can I help you?" but not in a friendly way, like I was intruding on their premises and they were in a hurry to get me out of there. I told them no thank you, I didn't need help - I was heading toward the teacher's lounge to pay for my son's pictures and kept walking. They continued to glare as I walked past. I found Hyrum immediately at the end of the line just inside the door, and his teacher Mrs. Hughes right beside. I handed her the check and was on my way back when one woman stopped me and scolded me like a child that I needed to stop at the office before doing this. I told her I had stopped earlier, and that another woman explained to me that I needed to go hand the money over myself in the teacher's lounge.
She went on and on and said, "WEll, you have no idea what we have to deal with here. We need you the stop by the office before doing anything..." and on. I felt like saying back to her, "You have no idea what I have to deal with being a military wife, a mother of three small children and pregnant with a fourth. You think you have a stressful life. I dare you to step in my shoes for a good week and see how much respect you might gain for me after that!"

These two times in which I've been scolded as a child at my son's school, and the many times strangers have thought I was twenty or in my early twenties (yes, they've mentioned this several times) and look at me strangely when I pass by with three young children, make me feel like a bit of a misfit. I got it so much in LA. Constant glares and comments. So, I have learned to stand up for myself. I've learned a lot about what my limitations are and to let go those things that truly don't matter. Using my brain instead of following all of society's unwritten rules.

I just get frustrated when I'm doing my best as a young mother and how much effort it takes to bring small children anywhere, and try to keep up with my many responsibilities while being pregnant, and getting scolded over something so insignificant but that is obviously their entire world...I guess stay at home Mom's just don't fit in with standards now days. It's a fast paced, controlled world with schedules and regulations that everyone needs to abide by. What ever happened to being a little understanding? A little patient? Nothing refines you and gives you those qualities like motherhood. It's a language most in this world don't understand anymore because it's all about ME, what I can get out of it and accomplish.

Overall, I haven't seen this mindset nearly as much as in LA, here. But, I certainly do run into them more and more often lately. Priorities all screwed up. No sense of the eternal nature of things, and what is truly important in life. It's a dog eat dog world. Peace is going out the window along with most stable and loving homes. I am standing up for and defending the very thing that would cause greater peace and harmony in this world, that would solve so many problems.

Saturday, October 3

Imagination

Ginnie is really quite the little story teller lately. She was reading to herself in the friend (an LDS children's magazine with stories and activities geared toward increasing faith in gospel principles). I wasn't paying much attention to her, but for a moment, I decided to listen in. This is what I heard:
"They began laughing and laughing...they were laughing so hard, their eyes began to tremble."
I started laughing and told her my eyes were trembling - asked "Did their tears start gushing out?"
She replied,
"Ya, they started gushing up and down - up and down..."

I asked her to tell me a story from the beginning. So she said their was a boy who was swinging, (there was a picture with a boy swinging and a few friends standing near by) and they put pots on their heads, then they threw the pots into the oven.
"Was there anything in those pots?"
"No, they forgot what they were making and swish, swish peanut butter splatted all over the floor."
She went on and on...and I'm easily entertained so I kept laughing till I was crying (plus, I'm pregnant). Silly Ginnie.

Stellaluna and Cardboard Butterflies

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