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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Two Current Proofs of Nerdhood...

I just thought I would let you all know two things that really got me excited today, and I'll leave it to you to decide how nerdy I truly am.
1. I have an upstairs book and a downstairs book so that I can read whenever I have a spare moment without having to run up and down stairs hunting for my current novel. This actually makes sense because the two places I read the most are in bed while feeding the baby and at the table while feeding myself. Food and books are easy to love together, I guess. Anyway, today I noticed an unusual circumstance. Both my upstairs AND my downstairs books are both about 800 pages long (Jonathon Strange and Mr. Norrell, and The Undaunted). I'm so pumped for both of them, too. We'll have to see how long it takes me to get through them.
2. I've had a recent curse of appliance burnout. As I mentioned in my last post, we just replaced our washer, then on Monday I replaced an iron that was spraying rusty water all over everything and, of course, as soon as I got back from the store I stripped the beater sockets on my mixer. Anyway, today is ironing day and I took my shiny new iron out of the box. Wow. I took it for a test drive and it runs like a sports car. I never knew how much I hated my old clunky iron! Plus, this one has a stainless steel plate. I was fairly drooling as I polished off Mark's white shirt. I love ironing. It's when I do my best thinking. When else do you think I have time to compose all these clever blog entries?

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Our Cup Runs Over...Christmas of '09

You know, when Mark and I were trying to decide where to live, we prayed that we would be able to be somewhere where we could do the most good--where the Lord could really use us. We felt very clearly that the neighborhood we chose was the right one, and so I assumed that this was why. Now I am realizing that although we had righteous desires to do good, our philosophy was a little arrogant. As time goes by, I'm realizing that we are where we are because there are so many wonderful people around us who help us and who teach us. Hopefully the Lord can use some deeply humbled Days.
I was looking forward to a really good Christmas. Leslie was getting a new backpack to replace her extremely tattered old one. Mark was getting new shoes because his other ones have holes in the bottom and he can't wear them in the snow. The boys were very confident that Santa was bringing Buzz Lightyear and Woody, and of course, he did. Macy wasn't getting much at all but didn't really care because everyone knows that babies only like the wrapping paper anyway. I was feeling great about the whole thing because I knew that I had found what everyone wanted and, even though we had to replace our washing machine a couple weeks earlier, I still had a Christmas budget. Of course, we were down to our last pound of hamburger, but even that was okay because my deep freeze needed to be defrosted in a bad way (a bag of corn had exploded all over the bottom of it.) And Mark's work has picked up a lot and we are planning on a good January.
Once in a while, though, when the Lord knows that you've had a bit of a hard time, He decides that it's time for a little extra spoiling. This Christmas, our cup really overflowed, clear over onto our porch when our Secret Santas rang our doorbell and peeled out of our street into the night. I don't feel worthy of the generosity, but on behalf of our family, we accepted with joyful hearts and hope to pay it forward someday. I don't think we've EVER had so much for Christmas! Here are some fun pictures of us enjoying our surprising Christmas morning, along with our memorable Christmas eve dinner with Mark's folks. We had a meal of our "favorite things" at a sort-of picnic by the tree. It was great!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Deck the Kids when They are Brawling

Just kidding...I haven't really decked anyone...yet...but I'm tellin' ya. Santa better bring two of everything because it seems like the last few months, whatever one has, the other one wants, no matter how dumb it is or how many other toys there are. We've had a healthy dose of Christmas music played already this year because every time they are having issues with sharing, (like, every two minutes) we take turns for the duration of one song on the CD, then they know to wave the white flat and switch on their own, without me having to do it.
But it would be sad if there were only one lonely little boy, so I'll be happy with two rowdy ones. They do have their fun moments of cooperative play. Mark and I peeked in on one the other night. They were in the tub and Mark went to get them out. He tiptoed back out and came to get me and the camera. They had swiped Macy's tub and were playing boat,back to back, bailing bath water into the boat.
We've had a wild week "enjoying" the curse of the ward Christmas party. Every December we get the stomach flu. This year we managed to stretch it out a full week starting with Cooper up in the night and ending with Mark a few days ago, so I'm feeling a little behind with my Christmas stuff. At least we finally got the tree up. Mark was careful to turn his head toward the camera this year in the shot of Cooper putting the angel on the tree because last year's picture was the first time he realized he was getting a duck pond back there. We do get a real tree but every year when I'm suffering from sticker shock I get a little homesick. My family always hunts down their own way up in the mountains (and it's dirt cheap...).
Then again, maybe that's one of those rose-colored glasses things. Now that I think about it, we did an awful lot of brawling ourselves squished into the Suburban with all of our snowpants and bulky gear on. And I think every year Mom or Dad or both ended up swearing during the setting up the tree portion of the evening. We kids should have sat on the couch and watched because I know, as an adult, I would love to go back and be a fly on the wall and watch the hilarity of trying to get the tree to point straight up and not lean. We always had a huge tree and they usually came to some kind of truce by involving nails on the wall and a ball of fishing line. Ours is little, (and expensive), but it looks great and I think it took us two minutes to get right. Here's to Christmas peace!
Oh, and here is the final finished quilt project of the year--a baby quilt for my new nephew Bridger Haynes.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

A Cheap Collection

I realized yesterday that my cheap decorating habits have created quite the collection of Christmas cards over the years. I always keep the pretty ones and hang them up all over the house--with clothespins on a string over the fireplace, by size and color collections over the dining room windows, by matched pairs on the cabinets, my favorite ones in the kitchen where I can see them the best. The kids all have their favorites and I wonder if that is what their memories of decorating for Christmas will be. Leslie begged and begged me to have the first crack at sorting and hanging them. What are some of my favorites? I love one from the Price family with a little boy sticking his tongue to a flagpole. I love the ones that have strings of mittens on them. I love any with great big words. I love the Leaning Tree one with the cowboy overlooking an imaginary town of Bethlehem and an extra large star in the sky. I love the stained glass nativity scene from one of my Catholic friends. I love the picture of the scruffy farm boy who built a snowman for the cows (he reminds of my little brother Duke in moonboots, red cheeks and a runny nose.) I even have one that I never hang up but I keep because I received it in the mail from my Grandma Haynes after I got back from her funeral.
Anyway, it's been fun decking the halls. Another fun Christmas thing has been enjoying my new "church job" of Primary Chorister. Last Sunday I started teaching the kids "Angels We Have Heard on High". It was SO fun to hear all those little voices trying to sing "Glooooria" in one breath. We are going to sing it during the Sunday sacrament meeting. I found a really extravagant arrangement with an organ and four hands on the piano that, as a kid, I would have thought was THE coolest to get to sing to, but in the end, my grown-up self said no, the parents just want to hear their kids sing. Let's not distract from the message, sigh. I think I will sneak in a recording of the fancy arrangement to practice to, once, just for fun, though.
Grandma and Grandpa Heagy came to visit on Sunday. I still am amazed at how lucky I am to have had such a close relationship with all four of my grandparents, and that my children can know their great-grandparents. It just made me laugh to see Boston and Grandpa with their heads together at the far end of the table, silently playing memory cards and sharing goodies. I wonder if Boston realizes that most kids don't get to pop a giant marshmallow into their great-grandfather's willing mouth?They were just two kids playing, one young, one old. Grandma brought me a huge set of dishes that she was "retiring" because she got a new set for her anniversary. (Don't be jealous Brooke and Darcy--I only got them because she knew I have the same pattern.) Anyway, I admire her more and more with each child I have. She had six, and Grandpa was very gone to work at the base all day every day from Breakfast to Dinner...not like my Dad who was just out in the field or checking the cows with the boys or irrigating somewhere on the motorbike. It made me feel so good to be able to complain about Macy's horrible eating habits and have Grandma laugh and say, "Oh, yes, been there, done that" and then pantomine trying to feed a picky baby "Looky up take bite. Looky up take a bite." She can do it, I can do it, and I think that is the point and the blessing of learning from your elders.