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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Eeny, Meeny, Miney.

Really quick, two things.
Mark has been solving the battle about who gets to say the prayer at bedtime lately with the age-old "Eeny, Meeny, Miney Mo." The boys love it but Cooper keeps getting it a little mixed up, possibly with "Okee Dokee Dad." The other day we caught him pointing at each of us and counting off, "Eeeko, eeeko, pokey!"
I've given up (for now) of my big project idea of someday assembling a whole bunch of family history stories into a book or something and decided to take this month's Ensign message to heart to be more missionary minded online and also using my talents, etc., to turn the hearts of the children to the fathers, etc. So I combined those ideas and started a new blog called Story Apples, Collecting, Preserving, Sharing the Stories from our Family Tree, one bite at a time. I would really love to become more connected and supportive as a member of a varied (and Mormon and nonMormon), extended family, so anyone who would be interested, please pass this on to cousins, aunts and uncles, etc. Also, please contribute any stories or pictures you would like me to discuss. It's been super fun so far and I am excited to get to do this in small, manageable chunks. Come and visit!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Beautiful Birthday

I turned thirty-one last week and for our fun birthday date Mark took me out to dinner and then to the 8th International Art Competition Exhibit at the Conference Center. It was huge, beautiful and inspiring and I've enjoyed remembering which paintings we liked the best and pondering them. This was also extra nice to do as a date to see which ones the other liked the best and why. Then, I found out that the entire exhibit is online. What a fun stay-at-home, late-at-night date idea for everyone else! Here is the link.
If for some reason this doesn't work, you can go to the site at and go to the international exhibit link. One thing I will regret for those of you who don't get to go in person is that many of these paintings were very large and it feels different and more reverent somehow to stand in front of it. Here is a short list of my very favorite ones, you can find them by the artist's name. Unfortunately I can't just copy and paste them here. Be sure to magnify and look close at the faces, etc.
My very favorite was "The Mother of All Living" by Al Young. It was huge and gorgeous.
Mark and my collective favorite was "Flight" by Rose Dall.
The one I've been thinking about the most is "A Conversation with the Master" by Nathan Florence.
One that gave me chills was "The Gathering" by Joshua Jensen.
One that made me laugh out loud was "A Peculiar People" by Glen Edwards.
One that still makes me cry is "Modern Day Mother in Zion" by Anita Hart-Carroll. Be sure and close up the wounds on that one.
One that totally reminded me of Mark was "Even When No one Wants to Hear" by Eileen McAllister. He went to France on his mission and has just that same sense of humor. One time on P-Day he and his comp rode their bikes around the Arc-de-Triumph 7 times to see if it would fall down. What a cute nerd.
Three others that I really liked were "There Indeed" by Clark Price, "The Greatest in the Kingdom" by J. Kirk Richards, and "The Three Gardens" by Tracy Holmes.
Check these out and give me your thoughts!
Oh, and in case you've been wondering if we have dropped the scripture song thing, we haven't. I just haven't had hardly any time to be on the computer to transcribe, but here are the songs from August and September. Boston particularly likes this month because it rhymes and has lots of his favorite letter, (B).
August was 2 Nephi 32:3, one that I had already learned from seminary. It went to "Reverently, Quietly" in the Children's Songbook.
Angels speak
by the power
of the Holy Ghost wherefore
The-ey speak
the wordsofChrist
wherefore I said unto you
Feast upon
the-e words
of Christ for behold
the wordsof Christ will tell you
all things what youshould do.

And this month is easy to remember because the numbers are sequential. It goes to the tune of "Stars were Gleaming", also from the Children's Songbook.
Therefore ye must
always pray un-
to the Father in my name.
And whatsoe-
ver ye shall ask
The-e Father in my name
Which is right be-
lieving that ye
shall receive be
-hold it shall be
given u-unto-o you.
3rdNephi eighteen, nineteen twenty.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Yodeling for Four

Boston had a great birthday. We were brave enough to have eight little boys over for Boston's first official party. Thanks to Brooke for holding the baby so I could orchestrate the games (jumping the river, diving under the "snake", crab races, etc.). I think the highlight, though, was having the boys fish with a real pole over the edge of the deck for their Hot Wheels prizes. They were pretty excited to reel those babies up! So here are four Bostonisms to celebrate turning 4.
1. Boston loves being four. He was wrestling with Mark right around his birthday when he got this quizzical look. "Dad, how strong are you?" Mark growled, "TOO STRONG!" Boston smirks a little, catching Mark off guard. "I'M 4 strong!!!"
2. He might be strong, but he's not quite as tricky as he thinks he is. A few days later, Mark was working at home and watching the boys while I took Macy to her checkup. I was in a rush and as he arrived to take over, I told him that the boys were playing in the basement. Much to Mark's consternation, Boston rang the front doorbell as soon as I was gone. "Hi Dad. Can Corbin and Jace play?" Mark figured out that Boston must have gone outside through the basement door, through our sometimes-left-open gate and up to the front yard where he is not supposed to play alone. He explained to Boss that I was gone and he can't have friends over when Mom is gone. Boston whined a little and then headed back down the basement stairs to join Cooper. He got about halfway down and yelled softly, "Too late!"
Mark thought about that for a second. Yep. Boston had snuck his friends into the basement through the backyard and then went back around to ask permission! He was smart enough to do that, but not smart enough to keep his yap shut.
3. Boss loves to use the cool phrases that the kids say on TV shows, but he doesn't really know what they mean and he frequently only gets them partly right. His current favorite cracks us up. "Not for longer!"
4. Boston loves Fiddler on the Roof. I think this is a little weird, even though I love musicals myself, because this one doesn't really have any kid stuff in it ( I need to get Mary Poppins or One Man Family Band or something, I guess.) Mostly he just loves the "If I Were a Rich Man" song. He thinks it's hilarious. So, yesterday, when I realized I needed to run some errands and the kids were particularly cranky, I decided to mix it up a little and introduce something new. I grabbed my The Sound of Music soundtrack.
A little sidenote here. I am a mother of four. I have been a mother for more than 8 years now. I have long lost any shred of coolness or dignity, for that matter. I embrace my unique uncoolness. I also happen to be an enthusiastic soprano.
You know that one song where they do the puppet show? Yeah, you do. "High on the hill was a lonely goatherd..." Well, when you are in the car with three cranky children, a little yodeling does wonders. And I'm always rather proud of that high A on the end. The children sat and listened in shocked glee. When the song was over, my sweet little four year old demanded, "Do it again, Mom! Do it again!!!" I love four. I'll cry when he's fourteen. But then again, I'll have some serious ammunition. I picture it going something like this:
"Boston, E-Dawg can't come over until your room is clean."
"Mom, you're so lame!"
"Watch your mouth or the next time I'm giving rides to baseball practice I'll start yodeling in the car again!"

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Chicken or the Egg?

I don't write that much about Leslie because she is kind of like the third grown up in our home. She is so much like me that it makes me laugh, and I hope she doesn't resent this someday. (Maybe I only think I understand her). Sometimes, though, she helps me understand what my mom must have gone through when I was a third grader. Here is an example of what topics one day of conversation with her have covered. I was tired, as usual, and most of these topics were posed in the form of a question, and when I try to give my pat answer, she argues with me and finds all the loopholes to my logic until she is content with what she has learned. It's kind of the 3rd grader version of catching me in that, "oops, skipped a page" trick you do when you don't want to read all 54 pages of Harold and the Purple Crayon any more.
Why don't people just wear pajamas all day? Or at least just one set of clothes?
Why do we grow? Why can't we just all be short?
Why does hamburger have rocks in it? No, really, my teacher said they put rocks in it because it's too expensive to just have plain meat. (Dad's gonna love that one...)
How do we know that we aren't drinking dinosaur spit?
How are germs created? (She didn't like my, "From Mommy and Daddy germs.")
Why do we have Labor Day? (My answer was, uh....)
Is anything alive besides plants and animals?
She loves chicken or egg type questions. That day was, What came first, water or ice?
All this brain power and today, in a sincerely worried voice, she confided to me, "Mom, I'm scared to learn cursive. It's really hard!"
Cooper has been doing a little learning of his own. We got him signed up with Utah County's Kids on the Move program that helps with any developmental stuff before the age of three. His surgical team at Primary Children's recommended that we start him on some speech lessons, and Kids on the Move comes to your house. Awesome. He gets his own private speech session with a super fun gal twice a month, and she also gives me suggestions for what to work on with him. For those of you who don't know Cooper, he has the most adorable articulation resulting from his cleft palate. He doesn't say his D's, T's, or Th's. The N's are a little nasally. Instead he substitutes with back-of-the-throat sounds (called "backing"). So, our goal we set was for him to say "Dad", instead of "Gag", before Macy can say Dad. I'm actually going to miss this as well as some of our other favorite Cooper phrases that we take for granted, now. Can you decipher these?
In a minick.
I gon'k wank coo go coo beg.
I KNOCK go coo beg.
Goggie. As in, "Gair's a goggie ryk gair!"
icks hock ouksyge
kamango (this is potato. He gets it mixed up with tomato and mango, and then with the backing...)
I goo ick myself!
Knock coogay.
Wha's gack soun?
ho' gog (hot dog)
teyyee bear
gump ick ouk! or the politically correct, spic ick ouk!
complooger (this is my favorite. Computer.)
Of course, some of his phrases are just plain cute, like any other toddler. When I asked him what kind of "complooger" game he wanted to play, he pointed at "Cat in the Hat" and said, "Appleseuss!"
Macy is crying, so I will have to share some Bostonisms later, along with some fun birthday pics.