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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Rock n Roll day

All the kids' stockings have scriptures about Christ stitched on them.
After Cooper opened up one of his presents on Christmas morning, he proclaimed that "This is a rock'n'roll day!" I thought Christmas was just perfect.  The kids had helped shop for each others' toys, so there was some thank-you hugging going on along with the tearing of paper.  Every Christmas morning should have something you need, something you want, and a few surprises.  For instance, I think Mark was a little startled when I pulled a shiny new snow shovel from behind the door and told the kids that I should scoop up all the wrapping paper with it.
Our whole month was very peaceful and enjoyable, and I've tried to appreciate every minute before the kids get too much older and life gets more hectic.  Our one Christmas "obligation" on the calendar was Leslie's Christmas choir concert.  She had a speaking part and also enjoyed singing lots of fun songs.  I still don't know how to work my camera's video function very well, but here is a clip of "Santa Baby".  She is in the back row, with glasses, no Santa hat.  (I think my kids will always be in the back row.)
Since we didn't have very many obligations, we were able to go to some fun, somewhat spontaneous Christmas activities.  Highlights were definitely:
Dinners and goodies with friends and family.  I know I've gained a pound or two this month.  argh.
Parties (Mark's work party and the ward party where we assembled care kits for the homeless).
Performances (The Forgotten Carols with my fabulous neighbor Alice and her sisters, Jon Schmidt and Steven Sharp Nelson (the Star Wars cellist, for those of you who have not yet seen that video, here's the link, my kids are addicted.) courtesy of Bank of Utah).
Traditions (going to see the lights at Thanksgiving Point with the kids, going to the Salt Lake Temple with Mark).
Other fun stuff (Lots of cooking, decorating, sewing snowman gloves for gifts, Christmas cards, singing in the choir, making a gingerbread house from a kit.  See picture...)

Even though it's Christmas, somehow it's still Halloween.

We read lots of Christmas books.

We played in front of the tree.  This is a "boat".  Okay...

Macy wore some vintage clothing.  This is my mom's jumper.  Love it.

We tried to make a gingerbread house from a kit, but the frosting was a bit slippery.  Slippery=Collapsible.

We did tricks.
Finally it was Christmas day.  Here are some shots of the melee, of course, it seemed like every time I was about to take a picture, another child would crowd in front of the subject...they were all excited to see everyone's presents.
The boys insisted on giving Macy's new "pet shops" rides in their new monster trucks.

Christmas eve surprise delivery from some secret elves.  Yummy and fancy.  The corner one had jalapeno frosting.

Cooper was pretty excited about his scooter.

Boss didn't know what to think about this--he opened it first.

Boston was thanking Cooper for picking him out a good remote control truck.

A lego monster truck ramp.  I built it myself that afternoon.

She named her, "Baby Googoo."  She giggles and sucks her bottle.

Leslie has also been catapulted into the 21st century with a new MP3 player.  She loves it.

Macy moved out of the crib.

Friday, December 16, 2011

that old Elf trick...

For the first time ever, my family has been chosen to be the recipient of a secret "Twelve Days of Christmas".  It has been fun to guess with the kids what the next clever package will be.  A magical side effect has been that, come nightfall, I have to check my volume and tone when I am calling the children up the stairs to set the table, put away their coat, stop making each other mad, etc.  You never know when the elves might be right on my doorstop (really!) listening to every word that comes out of my mouth!  It's a dilemma I haven't had since I was a kid and my mom made the same kind of threat.  The other night I actually changed mid sentence from "For the third time, get up here RIGHT NOW and set this table!!!GRRR!!!"  To a much more pleasant and gift-worthy, "Yoo hoo...whistle...time to set the table!"
Thank you Secret Elves.

Monday, December 12, 2011


I don't write much here about my husband, Mark.  Probably because this blog is mostly for my family--especially to help my out-of-state parents cope with their Grandchild Separation Anxiety.  Also because he doesn't actually read my blog unless I make a point to tell him that he should that day.  (I recently mentioned to him that almost every novel I've read where the author is married, in the afterward the author mentions how their spouse is their first reader, best editor, and biggest fan.  Mark cocked his eyebrow at me and said, "Good for them." and kissed me.  He sees right through me.  I'm just a compliment junkie.)

Anyway, I wanted to write about him today because he won't, and I want our kids to know what kind of person their dad is.

He came home from the office at lunch because he had forgotten his wallet.  (There had been a brief few seconds of panic over the phone when he called to see if I could find it on the bed and I told him I had just laundered the sheets.)  Wallet retrieved, he was fixing a leftover mango chicken taco at the counter and started to laugh.  He told me that he may have just gotten a loan because of a joke.

Apparently a few days back, a rep from a title company came into his office and was meeting the loan officers, schmoozing and passing out pens with the company name.  Title companies have very strict laws about what they can do to market their business, one of the things they ARE allowed is to give out trinkets with the company logo.  As a result of this we have many, many, many very fancy pens.  I can imagine Mark sighing a little to himself and agreeing to accept another handful of pens from the lady.  After she left, he pawned some of them off to his coworkers.  Pretty soon he hears Larry remark on his new pen, "Cool, it has a light!"  Well, Mark and his other buddies did NOT get a pen with a light.  Travis (his partner), starts to rib Mark about the unfairness of it all, and Mark jokingly declared that he and Travis would also have pens with lights before the week was out.  The jokes continued, and Mark sent off a formal email to the Title Company rep asking her to please rectify the situation and restore balance and order to their office.

Well, she thought the whole thing was pretty funny, and the emails flew back and forth over the next few days.  Unbeknown to my hubby, she was also passing the messages around and sharing them with a neighboring realty office.

Today she came back with light pens.  And a realtor.  Who wanted her clients to work with my goofball, and no one else, because success in this business requires humor.  Who knew that not taking yourself too seriously could be profitable?

And stuff like that happens all the time, too.  This guy makes friends like bees make honey.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Montana words

I learned from directing Boston's homework this morning a physical impossibility:  just try to say "cow" without the short "a" sound.  It cannot be done.  So, the cow on the page was last to be colored blue (as opposed to the "a" word pictures, that were to be colored yellow, and made the shape of a smiley face when finished).  We decided that even though it has a short "a" sound, just like cat and fan, the crazy grown-ups in this world decided to spell it with a big round o and we would play along.  Why didn't they go with Caoo?  (I'm also remembering my Choralaires director from high school, the esteemed Mr. Bill Lee, teaching us about dipthongs:  a funny word for when two vowel sounds add up to one vowel.)

I also found myself struggling a big with some of the other words on his coloring puzzle.  Who knew kindergarten would be so tough?  For example, I find myself really struggling to keep a straight face when I lump words like "cat" and "fan" in with "flag" and "bag".  They just sound different!  Boston looks at me funny when I try to demonstrate the "right" way, to help him decide to color them yellow or blue.  Even if I try my dangdest to start out with that pure short a sound, it always ends up with a flat, long "a" just before we hit that "g".  I guess I could fake it and just pronounce it like "flack" and "back", which is the way it would sound to me.

Give me fifth grade American History any day.  (Charlene and Colette, can you still sing all the American Presidents in order?  I can.)

I'm remembering that I had a few struggles of my own in kindergarten.  I remember being completely shocked by a big red check mark on my vegetable listening page.  I had never even heard of asparagus, so when Mrs. Scherrer (sp?) said the word, of course I wrote that it began with an "S".  Hmmph.  She shoulda done corn and potatoes!  Come to find out, asparagus is pretty tasty (although expensive).

I'll try to be a good phonetic influence on my kids, but it's tough coming from a place where my first word as a baby was....cow.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

It's Boo late for you!

Boston took this picture while he was supposed to be bringing me the camera.  I thought I would leave it in because I like the alfalfa spikes in the back of Cooper's head, also to remind me to mention that we have been to the orthodontist a few times this month up at Primary Children's Hospital.  Cooper now wears an expander mouthpiece all the time to help get his mouth in the right shape for when he has his next surgery after or during Kindergarten.  No gum or hard stuff allowed, but lucky for him, Muddy Buddies are still okay.  He also has to wear a "facemask" while he sleeps for the next 18 mos to help correct his underbite.  (Everything is supposed to be lined up right before the surgery so they don't have to break his jaw as a teenager, which would be pretty silly since they will be giving him a bone graft to complete his jaw in the first place.)  He likes it okay, but I think it is kind of a joke because it gets knocked off every single night.  We've tried tying it on better with a headband (we told him he could be Nephi), but it still was off the next morning.  I called the orthodontist today and they suggested using double rubber bands in his mouth plus an elastic headband.  We'll see.  Next we'll be resorting to duct tape.  Poor kid.  Did I mention that our dental insurance won't cover anyone under the age of six, birth defect or not?

We had to add a little more entertainment value to the whole trick-or-treating thing.

This is the Mexican Hat Dance section of the Children's Exhibit at the Church History museum--we've been here before and it's my kids' favorite.  You try to copy the dancers on the screen.  Even Mom put on a skirt and gave it a whirl.

I think they were singing something here.  Or all just talking at once--also a normal occurrence.  At least it got Dad to smile for the camera.

The kids doing the moonwalk at Clark's planetarium.  Cooper liked this part so much that we couldn't find him when it was time to go--he had gone back upstairs to try it out again.

Boston is pretty much never bored.  Not when there are old kleenex boxes to be put to good use.

Macy has no problem changing the world to be the way she wants it to be.  She is frequently Spidergirl or "Amerigirl".
We've had a busy month.  I've been playing women's volleyball every week and also am trying to come to terms with hopping in and out of the car every few hours to pick up and drop off kids for the next twenty years of my life.  (Mourning the lack of bus, also seeing the benefit of the get-your-permit-at-14 law they have in Montana.)  Oh well.  Carpools help.  We had a great Halloween that brought way too much candy.  Mom and Dad came for a visit last week.  Dad had grand plans to take us on the train (TRAX) downtown to visit Temple Square.  He spoiled us rotten pretty much the whole weekend, including cooking us a surprise breakfast one morning.  (And leaving a ginormous bag of Cheetos for Macy). The menfolk also went to see the MSU vs. Weber State football game.  I was surprised that Dad wanted to take the boys--it was even cold out--but they took their snow pants and did alright with the addition of lots of junk food.  Us girls strolled around Gardner Village, enjoying all the beautiful things and trying to keep Macy from touching every single item, and then Mom was a good enough sport to watch Macy and Leslie at my tournament game that night.