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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Someone to Hold my Hand

Does anyone else feel lately like they almost need someone to hold their hand while they watch the national news? Everything just seems so desperate and gloomy! Maybe it's partially the pregnancy thing (I always hate those scriptures about how horrible things are going to be someday for the women in travail and those that give suck...) and partially that my husband is self employed, but I have definitely had my panicky what-if moments lately. Mark has been so good--always the optimist in our relationship--and makes me so glad that I don't have to face life and parenthood alone. He's also good at pointing out how good the Lord has been to us in our marriage when I tend to forget and focus on the insecurity of the moment. He wrote me a nice note today and shared this quote--coming from a man who lived through ninety some years of insecurity.
"When good men and good women face challenges with optimism, things always work out! Despite how difficult circumstances may look at the moment, those who have faith and move forward with a happy spirit will find that things always work out." --Gordon B. Hinckley

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Leslie's Big Day

I was quite nervous this morning. It was our Ultrasound. First of all, I wanted a girl, secondly, I've had a birth defect child before, and that makes a clean ultrasound seem like something I may not get again.
Well, the upper lip was very much intact, and so was everything else on our very photogenic child. I tried to stick one of her close-ups on here, but the ultrasound was in some weird format this blog couldn't read. So instead, Grape sends pink daisies to you all.
We were so excited to hear that we get to have another girl that we stopped by a floral shop on the way home and picked up Leslie's first flowers--the note read, "To Leslie, love, your sister." Then Mark delivered them to her at her school. He was surprised I wanted her to get the news at school. "Don't you want to be there when she finds out?" I told him no way did I want to bawl in front of her whole class, and this way is sweeter and she'll remember it for the rest of her life, anyway. She's been waiting almost eight years for a sister.
Maybe she would have been okay with the other kind of news, though. Last night, trying to prepare her a little, I said, "Leslie, tomorrow is either going to be a really really good day or a just so-so day. (I didn't want to say "if we have a boy" out loud and jinx myself...) If it's just a so-so kind of day, I'll make you a big pot of ham and potato chowder for dinner to help you feel better." She jumped up and down and seemed quite content with that possible trade-off, so I think she would have coped just fine. At this point Mark yelled in the background, "And if it's a girl, we're having broccoli!!" I guess that incident sounds a little Jacob and Esau, doesn't it? Oh well. I think she trusted all along that she was going to get a sister. Tonight I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to make, so she still got her bowl of pottage and, of course, we had to serve it with broccoli to keep Mark an honest man.
Leslie is really growing up fast, so I'm glad she's getting this sister soon. She's been such an easy child that when she does have her little spats with me I'm generally surprised. It's such a contradiction that she acts so grown up most of the time and then the seven year old slips in. Last night I could have sworn that my pregnant hormones were rubbing off on her when she threw a crying fit because one of the eyes on a caterpillar she had drawn in colored pencil was bigger than the other one and she didn't want to have to erase it and "ruin it". I sent her to room to cool off and just laughed. I'll have to keep the picture and show it to her when she throws a fit over something nonsensical as a teenager.
She has become a master at talking our ears off as soon as she gets home from school, and it cracks me up because when she gets really going a blue streak. She is so full of the seven year old energy as well that she is usually bouncing or doing somersaults on the couch before she gets done "summarizing" (there's a word we need to teach her!) the game she and her friends played at recess. It is so strange to contrast this pictures of the twirly, swirly girl with some of the talks she has been wanting to have lately. Let's see. Two weeks ago one of her take-home books explained the big bang theory, of all things. She came to me after the first page and said, "Mom, this doesn't make any sense, this part about how there was no such thing as time or space." Smart girl. So we talked about how time has always existed, and so has Heavenly Father and our spirits, but sometimes it is just measured differently. Then we talked about how scientists don't understand everything and sometimes the things they think they know are actually not true, but also that we know that the Lord uses wonderful knowledge--even science-- to accomplish his miracles, it's just sometimes the kind we don't know about yet. Somehow I thought we might have that OTHER talk before this one. She also has been interested in the election and last week wanted to know what I don't like about democrats. Hmm. I have a political science minor but they didn't really teach us how to explain that stuff to smart little seven year olds. Yes, the word abortion came up--a new one for her--and she was sufficiently horrified (especially since her mama is pregnant).
Then Sunday she asked me how come so many parents die when they have new babies. "Huh?" was my response. "You know. How come so many people have to adopt new babies and not older kids? Isn't it because the babies' parents both died as soon as it was born? That seems weird." Oh. So then we had the unwed mothers talk. At least now she isn't worried that Mark and I have mortality issues come March.

Saturday, November 1, 2008


Today we took a little field trip to the big Bingham Copper Mine--the only man-made landmark you can see from outer space. (The pictures are a little skeewumpus but atleast I got them all loaded. Hooray for me! Anyone have any picture loading tips? It always takes me YEARS to get them on this stinking site and I don't know how everyone else does it so easily... is my camera just dumb or is it really me?) It was a little breezy but very cool and interesting. Leslie remarked on the drive up that it was very "remote" (one of her spelling words, but don't be too impressed. Earlier in the week she thanked us for helping cure her bloody nose by rubbing "gaseline" on it.) The boys loved seeing all the big equipment. Their load trucks are as big as houses and you can see the tires they use--8 of them per truck. I'd never been, Mark hadn't been since he was a kid, and mostly we just felt like getting out of the house before it gets too cold.
The rest of the week was full of fun fall activities. Our ward had a big halloween party Monday and that was fun--some year we will go through their annual haunted maze by the lake when we aren't carrying kids. I guess I don't have pictures of Mark and I but I was a 70's mom with a big blonde 'fro, a scarf and a corduroy jacket. My friend wore exactly the same wig, so we got our pictures taken in disco pose and I had "Stayin' Alive" stuck in my head all night. Mark wore a white garbage sack with a sign that said, "White Trash", and his friend wore exactly the same thing, but with a cool hat. So I guess we weren't very original this year. Cooper was going to wear the tiger suit this year but when Boston saw it, he remembered it from last year and threw a fit, insisting it was his. So I let them switch costumes (although Boston was kind of high-waters). Cooper didn't mind at all. He loved the fireman hat. Leslie saved my bacon by enthusiastically agreeing to be a pink flamingo once again, as soon as she realized her costume still fit. She had been that when she was four, but the costume was huge on her at the time. (Plus, as she reminded me, she did do a report on flamingos last year and she had never worn that costume to school before.) I say she saved my bacon because she thought she wanted to be a dead bride, and I was going to have to make her a tattered white dress and veil. (sigh...goodbye princess stage) So all in all, I was pretty proud of myself because we spent all of two dollars on costumes this year--for Leslie's pink tights-- and reused or borrowed the rest.
The night before Halloween we carved pumpkins. It is always hilarious because we make the kids yank out the guts themselves. This was Boston's first time and he thought it was kind of gross (egged on by Mark's expression in that shot of them) until he realized that Leslie ALSO thought it was gross and he had a prime pesky brother opportunity. Lots of waving orange guts in the face at that point. Cooper learned the word "yuck" really well that night. He just sat nice in his high chair with his pumpkin I had already drawn a kitty on and scribbled it up with washable markers.
Halloween went well. We ate homemade pizza by candlelight and had our Halloween sounds CD blaring out the window to the front porch. I took Cooper trick or treating for a few houses on our street, but he mostly just wanted to run around and not follow the kids, so we came home and did dishes and handed out treats instead. And really, Cooper's not into much candy yet--just a few licks of a dum dum and he's good. Mark finished up the rounds--lucky for us because it downpoured on them. I was excited for them to come home because I had prepared a Martha Stewart-worthy tray of my friend Lorena's fabulous carmel apple cider in cute mugs, topped with whip cream and everything. So we peeled off wet clothes and sat everyone at the table to sip our gorgeous holiday drinks and giggle together. Do you think that is what really happened? Ah, no, but I guess it serves me right for going overboard and made me laugh, anyway. I passed out the drinks while the kids were dumping their candy on the table. Guess what they found? Someone had given them Capri Suns (grrr) and, of course, out of all their candy, that is what they wanted first, heck with mom's decadence. Cooper wouldn't touch his either because I made him have a lid on his and that made him mad. I burned my tongue on mine, but it was very, very good. Thanks Lorena! Next time I'll make it for myself when I'm up late. So all the kids' drinks went down the sink, we turned off the porch lights and tucked our cute little monsters in for the night.