Service with Legos

For Christmas my 7 year old son, Benjamin, got the submarine docking Lego kit of his dreams.  It is recommended for children ages 7-14 and as his birthday is on the 19th of December he was certain he would qualify for the kit.  His excitement was palpable when he opened the gift.  He later got out the needed containers to keep his parts all separated and began working diligently on following the building map at the kitchen table.  His older brother, Samuel, was doing the same thing on the other side of the table but with his Lego starship.  After about 45 minutes of diligent building it became clear that the build was just a bit more complicated than Benjamin was up for, so Samuel offered to work on it for a bit if Benjamin wanted to go do something else for awhile.  Samuel worked on Ben’s ship until it was dinner time and Ben was bouncing with gratitude that his brother would help him on his submarine.  After the boys were in bed I found my husband sitting at the table trying to get the submarine finished so that Ben could play with it in the morning.  He stayed up way past his own bedtime working until it was finished.  The joy and unbelief on Benjamin’s face and in his voice was overwhelming as he thanked his papa and his brother again for finishing building his kit.  It made me think of the parable of the bicycle.  Ben did all he could and his dad and brother stepped in to make up the difference.  I feel so blessed that my guys love and serve one another and that as family members we can emulate the Savior’s love for each other in our day to day lives.

The Super Pants are White

Ever since Saturday, November 27th the Tyrant has been singing a song that he composed himself.  It goes like this:



The Super pants, the super pants, the super pants are WHITE!!!!!!
(repeat 1st line)

Now you may think that this has something to do with Superman but you would be mighty wrong.  On that last Saturday in November my Engineer chose to enter the waters of baptism.  It was a very special day and meant even more to me after all of the heartache and hurt of the past year.  We had some very close friends present and my husband's brother and his family here.  Just a small gathering.  Nothing too overwhelming for the boy who has been terrified of being touched or losing control.  I was so proud of my boy.  He really felt the spirit that day and it was evident in his bright and shining demeanor.

Clearly it meant something to the smallest member of our household as well.  Because he is now aspiring to wear his own pair of Super White Pants.  Although he has already begun negotiations to see if we can get a special dispensation so that he can be baptized at 7 instead of 8.  Somehow I don't think the Prophet is going to be swayed by his reasoning.

Thanks for your prayers and for sticking by our family through the difficult times and for celebrating with us during the times of joy.

A Month of Gratitude....day 1

I want to start off this month by focusing on the blessings in my life.  It has been a super difficult 6 months and there has been much strife, chaos, pain, and sheer brokenness.  While we have all healed some there is still a long road to walk and day by day we are working at putting together what our new normal is going to look like.  One amazing lady who has laughed, cried, played and lifted me up is someone that I had never met until all this trauma was discovered.  So today I am grateful for Diana and all the other crazy moms out there who know how hard this walk is and who strive to lighten each other's loads by sharing our burdens.

This picture is of her being a SUPERMOM.  Don't you love her cape?


 She has been a friend who has listened with her heart as well as her ears.  And this weekend I think she literally saved my life.  I hope I can be as good a friend to her as she has been to me.

A Dragon Against Manticore Army

Another story by the Comedian

Two-thousand manticores have been attacking the city.


A boy on a dragon have been attacking them but a sea monster and the manticores were too much for him on 2000 Main Street.  The dragon landed on the sea monsters head and the sea monster ate his own head trying to get him.  Now there are only 2000 manticores left to be beat.  One maticore have charged at the dragon.  The dragon and the human made it crazy.  The human grabbed onto the manticore's head and the dragon ate its horn.  When that one had been defeated all the other manticores attacked at the same time.  As easy as last time one big giant chicken flew and sat on all the manticores heads.  Then the dragon ate all the horns from the manticores while the big giant chicken was distracting them.  The city was safe once again....

Stay tuned for next time. . .
The Sea Monster WAS ATTACKING!!!!!  The dragon put fire on all the scales, then the dragon bite-ed off it’s tail.  The Sea Monster was furious!  So the Sea Monster was chasing the dragon around in circles.  It got tired off.  Then the dragon ate one spine off the Sea Monster above his eyes.

Stay tuned for the next adventure of the dragoN




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No Hope. . .

Another blogger whom I follow had the title "No Hope"  of course Hope is her dog and she was talking about something else entirely.  But I read it and thought that's how I feel right now.  I feel like there is no hope.  No hope of me not bursting into tears every time someone asks me how I'm doing, no hope of the boys being okay again, no hope of anyone understanding how much I hurt and how deep my grief goes.

I often wonder lately why I even try to keep going forward because there really doesn't seem like any hope of ever getting better.  No hope of being able to pull our family out of this trial stronger on the other side knowing that we will be okay.

I'm just so tired and sadly I really just want to give up...tried the test...did my best...and I'd rather not pass on to the next grade.

I wonder how one might "clep" out of all the rest?

So what's lower than low gear?

Today was okay...but harder...or something

Today's Accomplishments
*  Finally returned dish to Sis. L hopefully the tomatoes were compensation for the tardy return
*  Walked to Sis. L's with the boys and stopped to play at the park for awhile on the way home
*  Dishes finally got done
*  uhm.....

Daily Gratitude
*  Sis. Cabrera's kind offer to share dinner with our family
*  Roxies love and playfullness....the boys really enjoyed playing catch with her
*  Tyrant boy willingly took a nap

Memorable Moments
*  Tyrant boy asked for more sleeps when I checked on him after an hour and a half
*  The Engineer giving Sister Cabrera the third degree about how Mexican food differed from "real" food (someday I need to figure out how to teach that boy tact....)
*  Kar listening and really caring not just offering empty words and being willing to help out even though she's got a full plate of her own

**and I can't forget miss Corey's creativi-TEA and thoughtful card....

Okay....any prayers are welcome tomorrow is going to be rough.  Mr. Music Man is off to the Zombie Prom all day/night and I need to make it through it all with the boys.....single parenthood is so not my forte'

Functioning on Low lately....

So lately (as evidenced by the lack of posting here) we've been (okay I've been) functioning on low.  Not coping well with the stresses of life and becoming a bit of a turtle stuck in my shell.  So today....I'm going to go back to what I know works for me and notice

Today's Accomplishments
*  Made french toast for breakfast for all three boys 
*  woke up and got dressed (yep lately that is a huge accomplishment)
*took Mr. Music Man lunch, kids to the park for a few hours, finally bought toothbrushes (don't ask how long that has been on the list), did a bit of grocery shopping, shook money out of the piggy bank, and bribed paid the children to do cleaning jobs....

50 cents--bathroom fully cleaned
                sweep and mop kitchen
                vacuum and dust living room


5 cents--put silverware away from dishwasher
              sort laundry
              fold one load of laundry




Gratitude

* True friends who show they care; not just say they care and move on.  Those who help me to carry the heavy burdens and not just tell me they know I can do and that I am strong.

* Prayer....

* So grateful my Tiny Tyrant is okay after his fall last weekend....although I wince everytime I look at the mottled bruising all over his face.......



Memorable Moments
*  My sweet Comedian who is encouraging me to orchestrate a family adventure

*Goose the visiting cat asking when the house will be clean...or barring the house just his litter box.

*The Engineer and the Comedian both figured out how to pump on the swings by themselves today.  Later the Engineer told me that he was sure glad he "trusted" me and kept going even when he didn't seem to be moving much.  The Comedian wants to build swings at out own house.....hmmm...something to think about...





Hopefully I'll add to this throughout the day but if not. . . .All is Well!

What's More American than. . .

flying flags, singing patriotic songs and gathering inside a football stadium to watch



 bright shiny lights explode in the night sky waiting with baited breath until we see even  more. . .
all the while stuffing our little tummies with kettle corn, snowcones and the evil and insipid

Truthfully all told, even though the mom did not plan for healthy snacks to munch on and we pretty much gorged on all the sugary goodness being sold by the concession stands, we had a really great night.  I had the pleasure of seeing one of the moms who I went on the retreat with and her family and then we were totally surprised to learn that right behind us was the Speech Pathologist who worked with the Engineer at the University when he was 4 and 5.  (We all adored her!) So it was fun to visit and catch-up.

So, in the defense of sugary goodness from the concessions stands.  I got the Tyrant to try a snow cone and he loved it.  I would put a little of the ice kernels on the little spoon-straw thingy and tell him here comes the "ice on the tongue" and he laughed and laughed so hard.  It was a trick that just didn't grow old for him.   It brought both myself and many of the people around him joy as many of them joined in as they watched and listened to his infectious giggle.

I confess that I was not at my best but really felt a small infusion of hope and a determination to kick all this garbage stuff to the curb and get on with living life.  It was also pleasantly surprising and very enjoyable to see the Tyrant make it through the entire evening with joy and wonderment on his face.  Towards the end with the finale the sounds and sights got to be a bit much for him but he just burrowed under the blanket we had brought and had me hold my hands over his ears.

The next day was a bit of a stretch and had some payback (don't they always?) but we kind of planned and expected it so just had a low key day around home planned.  Once the Tryant was down for his nap my husband took both the Engineer and the Comedian over to drool over the classic cars on display.  They did a fabulous job of charming  the owners because they were even invited to sit behind the wheel in a few.

I am so very grateful to our founding fathers for their foresight, courage, and determination in establishing this wonderful country where we are all so richly blessed.  I am humbled at the sacrifice that the men and women in uniform and their families make each and every day to help us keep our freedoms.  I pray that we as a people will do our part to select great leaders who will make the choices to help us stay free now and in the future.

Depression Sucks!

Oh yes it does!  Totally and completely.  It doesn't matter that I have a very valid reason to be depressed, or that my plate is overflowing with stress and trauma.  It doesn't help to be told that my responses are "normal" *rolls eyes*  It just sucks!

I've fought through depression that comes along with chemicals in my body being out of whack due to small aliens life forms growing inside of me multiple times.  Each time the depression was the same but my perspective of it differed and I knew that it was going to end.  There were many people, experiences and thoughts that brought me comfort to help me survive until my body righted all of the chemical processes.


This is different.  I really struggle to figure out how to work through all of the UNBLOGGABLE that is going on in my life.  I've actually done searches at the local library and on Amazon among other places and there just simply isn't any information on how to help your children heal when the UNBLOGGABLE happens or how to help myself as a mother, daughter, aunt, etc.  The closest thing that is not pure fiction that I've come across is a book of teen girls sharing the horror stories of the UNBLOGGABLE things that happened to them when they were growing up.  So either there just is not much information out there or I don't know the right key words to use in my searches.

I remember hearing folk say "God doesn't give us more than we can handle" and taking some comfort and strength from that in the land of my trials before.  Now when I'm told that I want to scream at them at the top of my lungs that GOD DID NOT PLAN OR CAUSE THIS UNBLOGGABLE TRIAL TO HAPPEN.  THE ONLY CULPABILITY THAT GOD HAS IS IN ALLOWING ALL PEOPLE TO EXERCISE THEIR AGENCY TO CHOOSE!  That's it....God is not in this trial.  My God could not plan for this to happen to any of his children and sadly I know that much worse than what we are going through happens each and every second somewhere or several somewheres on this planet. I do know that somehow, He will help us to get through and move beyond.  He can use this to make us stronger and to learn things about Him and ourselves that we may not have learned about in other ways.  But God did not sit up and push buttons or even remotely dream up all the terrible things that mankind choose to do to their brothers and sisters.

So while I previously professed to be trying to work a little more PolyAnna into my life.  I haven't been posting because truly there is not a lot of lollipops and sunshine hanging out in my world right now.  I'd welcome prayers and if any of ya all happen to know of some resources I would be most appreciative.  Because somehow we will get through all of this and come out stronger and refined just in time to meet the next move of the Adversary on the other side.
Behold, I have refined you, but not with silver; 
I have chosen you in the furnace of affliction. 
For my own sake, even for my own sake, will I do it: 
for how should My Name be polluted? 
 and I will not give My Glory unto another. (Isaiah 10-11)

Lollipops and Sunshine

 
Image copyright of Gail Rau and used with permission

One of the ladies at the retreat made a comment about my "blog being mostly lollipops and sunshine."   I admit it mostly is.  I try to focus on what is going right in my world.  What I can feel good about.  Where I feel like I'm making some progress and the things that can help keep me going when I'm feeling down or when life is more challenging.


Some people have taken my Pollyanna approach to recording the happenings in my family to mean that everything is easy and that my life is trial free.  Believe me there are days that I wish it were so.  Sometime ago a friend sent me the following quote from the movie Rocky Balboa.   Rocky tells this to his son:



"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"


I loved the quote.  The sender knows who she is and she has my gratitude.  The truth is that my world isn't all sunshine and rainbows or lollipops either.  My reality is that I have two boys with rare medical conditions that keep us guessing and worrying, I also have two boys on the Autism spectrum; one of whom has days where he doesn't stop screaming no matter what we do, we are also in the midst of a very nasty criminal matter and have been ostracized and viciously attacked by those who should be there to support us.


I do write to a few friends as well as for myself personally documenting and processing the difficult things that are going on.  But truthfully I don't want all of that "out there" on the World Wide Web.  Maybe that makes me hypocritical because I love reading and being able to support my friends who are able to put more of their struggles and trials out there.  Sadly, I have  friends who have had their blogs used against them and who have stopped blogging.  Unfortunately, I have recently had my lollipops and sunshine posts attempted to be used to discredit the effect the choices of others have had upon our family.  Which is much of the reasoning behind the URL change and private blog status. 


I like blogging.  I like having a record of our family life and being able to share it with my friends who are flung around the globe.  I love being able to keep in touch and know what is up with your families.  You guys and gals are wonderful.  I love the way that you support me and allow me to offer that support back to you all.

So what I'm really saying is that likely the lollipops and sunshine will continue because that is what keeps me going and moving forward and hopefully in the long run I too will be able to say: 


"We looked for the good in them, and we found it, didn't we?"

as Reverend Ford said to Pollyanna at the end of the movie.

Retreat Reflections

The retreat was wonderful!  I don't think I truly understood how stressed my body was until I had three days of not juggling the boys and their needs and being able to really sleep and let my body relax.  I was lucky enough that the organizer of the retreat, D, lived here in the valley so I rode down with her and we were both a bunch of chatter boxes all the way to the airport.  Once we got to the airport we met another wonderful mom, S, from Arizona.  Then the three of us were chatterboxes all the way to the retreat.  In fact we were chattering so much that we may have missed a few turns and had to do some backtracking in order to get back on the right road.

Before even dropping our luggage off I got to have a wonderful massage and then soak in a hot tub filled with mineral water for quite awhile.  It was amazing!  I could feel the layers of tension melt away, while at the same time I was also becoming aware of exactly how tense I had been.


The quaint and really perfect ranch house that we stayed in was a short walk from the resort so after I was done soaking I walked down to take a look and start to get settled in. By late afternoon everyone had arrived and we all sat around the living room sharing bits and pieces of our lives and why we had wanted to get away.  I think we all knew that everyone coming was carrying heavy loads but the reality of all of it was almost overwhelming.   So then we did what any group of girls do when overwhelmed we ate a yummy dinner and then sat around the table and played silly card games.

I don't know what time it was once we all finally turned in.  Even though it was a late bedtime I slept so well.  It had been weeks since I had been able to sleep through the night without being woken multiple times to deal with a crisis of one kind or another.  It was unbelievable to wake up fully rested and able to just "be" until I was ready to function.  It has been an unusually cold and wet spring in Utah so of course you know it snowed just a bit on Saturday morning.  It made the house seem that much warmer and cozier to see the blanket of snow outside while we were all snug inside.

We had uhm...cookies and cake and lots of other sugary sweet things for breakfast.  Then we decided to have lunch.  Because we had no children with us and we could.  *grin* C, brought some incredible tortilla soup (better than I've ever tasted before). . .I still need to bug her for the recipe.  Then we taught D how to play Settlers of Catan.  I'm not sure if she liked the game or not but I think we all had a good time laughing and teasing throughout the game.


That afternoon we went to "The Crater" a natural geothermal mineral hot spring inside a limestone dome.  I thought it looked like a Volcano Crater.  You could see the sky through the opening above and inside was filled with water at the perfect temperature. There was a couple of enclosed areas to soak in.

as well as the other open area where we could "swim" or float.  The pool was over 60 feet deep so we were all required to wear the fashionable yellow float life preservers to keep us safe.  There were also a couple of groups scuba diving while we were there.

When we paid for the swimming we thought we were only going to be allowed to stay for an hour but we were all surprised when we got out and over 2 hours had passed.  I think we were all grateful that they didn't kick us out after our hour was up.  When I got out of the Crater and we were headed back to the ranch house I realized that for the first time in an untold amount of time I was completely relaxed and feeling like a human being again.  I think the other moms felt the same way.  I was so relaxed that I think I took a nap when we got back to the house and then we were off once again for dinner.  Saturday night is the only time we ate out.  The food was delicious and we were lucky (?) enough to be seated a few feet away from a local life singer/guitar player.  I really enjoyed the instrumental portion.  *grin*  I'm afraid that my body just wasn't sure how to deal with not being all stressed out so I kept zoning off into my own little world.



I met some wonderful ladies and I hope that they all had as great a time as I did.  I really look forward to being able to get together again.  Hopefully next year!

Well my bags are packed and I'm ready to go. . .

                                           photo courtesy of David Ruiz via stock.xchange.com

Well not really.  I do however have a list of things to pack and a shopping list for things I need that I don't have on hand.  I've got the preparations for the dinner group tomorrow night underway.  The Comedian approves of my wardrobe choices.  He told me this morning "No Mom, you should wear some of the cute clothes"  I was given some darling clothes by a friend, V (who got them through someone else) and I was doing a mini-fashion show last night.  So I changed into one of the tops before I picked him up from school today.  Who knew that my 6 year old cares about how I dress.   He was oddly enough appreciative and told me with a great smile that is going to make some very special person's heart flutter when he's older that he was so happy that I was wearing the cute clothes and that I was the best mommy he ever knew.  (did you notice that run on sentence?  Well I hope it makes sense somehow to you because I'm not going to edit it.  Instead I'll just write this really long commentary about it and surely that will take less time and energy than going back and sorting it out.  So there :P )  Guess maybe I need to reevaluate my own clothing sense and see if I need to step up the cuteness factor a bit, especially is it is going to be noticed.

Since I'm being truthful and all I've got to tell you I'm full of nerves but really can't wait to meet all the ladies at the retreat this weekend.  My batteries are so low and I'm really counting on them being recharged so that I can come back at all this jumbled combination of appointments, stress, grief, and facing the long road of recovery ahead with some new energy and fresh perspective.

I am grateful to my friends who are helping to juggle the boys and my  husband for making this much needed break to happen.  Another friend who is helping through all this mess asked me if I was feeling guilty about leaving them and while this may change, truly right now I don't.  I know that they will be in good hands.  K and C will love and care for them like they are their own children on Friday and I think it will be nice for them to have some one on one time with their papa for the rest of the weekend.

Although, you know that feeling of just waiting for something to fall to pieces around you because you are planning something just for yourself?  That's me right now. . . .

But there is not much right now that could keep me from going and anything that would is highly unlikely so watch out world because mama needs a break!

Anyone want to volunteer to hold my hand and calm my nerves between now and Friday?  Huh?  Please?

I feel the Lord's Love for me when:

*my boys are all together and we are just enjoying the moment
*I walk in the sunshine
*I see flowers blooming (especially the tulips and daffodils we planted last fall)
*I read the scriptures
*I pray
*I hear my boys' pray
*my favorite chocolate bar suddenly and without explanation appears on my night stand
*The Engineer writes me a love note during church
*I listen to uplifting music
*I talk with friends
*ginger snaps are brought by for no reason at all
*my friends' help me to juggle my schedule by watching a boy or two without ever making me feel guilty that I need to leave them (or that I ask them over and over again to help)
*Mr. Music Man and I have a few quiet moments to just be with each other
*I receive emails or cards from friends
*when several friends all uncoordinated (I know this because most of you don't know each other *smile*) send me notes of encouragement just when I am feeling at a low point and they all arrive within 15 minutes of each other
*a local church leader stops by to ask the boys to help him feed the ducks in the nearby stream because he has lots of bread left over.
*I get to play tag with my boys
*I reread notes that I've taken at conferences or other classes and find the answer to today's questions.
*I look out my kitchen window and see the blossoms on the apple tree

The Secret of the Bionicle World (part one)

It has been quite awhile since I've included one of the Comedian's stories on here.  His creative powers have recently shifted from creatures unknown to most to the world of the Bionicle.  Any spelling errors are mine but the grammar and story are as he dictated it to me.

Without further ado, I present to you:


The Secret of the Bionicle World (part one)
 created and dictated by the Comedian (age 6)

 Once there were four Bionicles; gold, water, fire and leaf.  As the gold Bionicle sat in his chair with his golden medal he thought him could go out for a walk.  He walked through the mighty forest and at then end there was a pond.   And the water Bionicle under the sea said “oh no  crocodiles!”  The golden Bionicle sensed him was in there and used his golden power to lift him out of the sea.  As the crocodiles figure out him is gone them goed back into the surface of the pond.

The golden Bionicle thought him would go into a jungle so as him go-ed him found a bird.  The bird lifted him up to the top of the jungle.  But the golden Bionicle knew what to do he used his golden power to make a hole in the tree and a thing that them could bounce on.  Then the leaf Toa stopped them from bouncing and lifted them carefully off the bounce thing. 

 Then all three Bionicle thought them could go to the center of the earth to see what the fire Bionicle were doing.  So them go to the center of the earth and saw that them were doing a star show which would show who was the best-est fire Bionicle.  All the fire Bionicle said, “Hold Neutron!” because Neutron was the bestest fire Bionicle. 

Then Neutron came to the surface of the earth with them and a big war began--The evil against the good.  Then in the battle them discovered that them could combine with each other and make a big huge Bionicle together.  After combining they were so powerful that they won the battle.  Then all four turned into golden Bionicle and the leader of the Glatorian asked where their habitat would be.  Them said we want the golden forest to be our habitat.  So they went there to live there.

Stay tuned for the next bionacle story. . .

Uhm...put the lawn mower away and grab the. . . .

Chainsaw and Snow Shovels!



We had hurricane force winds here last night.  It felt like the house was just going to be picked up and blown away.  This morning we woke up to a fairly substantial branch that had broken from the forces and was attached to the tree by a few wood fibers.  Don't ask me how but the van was not injured in this process.  Branches large and small are scattered all over the yard.  As soon as it warms up we will be doing some major storm clean-up.

Please note that it is just a few days away from the end of April!  APRIL! and this is what we awoke to this morning.  It has all mostly melted now but it is so cold!  Makes me want to build up a fire in the wood stove. I wonder if this is what April's showers look like what May's flowers will bring.

Note:  For those interested pictures have been added to the Science Fair post

It might be time to mow the grass when. . . .

photo courtesy of Jamie Brelsford via stock.xchng

a sweet grandma from down the street comes to share with you that she and her friend were discussing mowing the lawn and how important it is to keep up on it and not let it get too long.  So she thought that maybe we needed to borrow her lawn mower.


I just hope she didn't look too closely at my flower beds 
 because after the wasp stings on my fingers 
I won't be weeding them anytime soon!

Science Fair 2010

Equipped with his five senses, 
man explores the universe around him 
and calls the adventure Science.  
~Edwin Powell Hubble, The Nature of Science, 1954


The older two boys have been hard at work exploring and making observations for a science fair project.  Their friend SP joined with them and the world can now rest assured that they have sufficiently tested and proven their hypothesis.
So just in case you ever need to know:

Hot water does indeed dissolve candy 
at a faster rate than cold water.

and further more, if you happen to need candy to quickly dissolve your best bet is "Pop Rocks" (this of course is limited to the types of sample candy tested in their experiment).

Last Thursday they were able to set up their finished display board and share their findings along with others in the school who participated in the Science Fair.  There were quite a variety of projects.  Some that stand out in my mind is coloring vanilla ice cream (brown and pink) and having 3rd and 6th graders identify the flavor (most were fooled by the coloring into identifying the ice cream as chocolate and strawberry), there were several experiments testing density of liquids (most notably oil and water), a group explored how clouds were made, what shapes made the best bubbles, and so many more.

It was so fun watching the boys get animated as they explained their project over and over again as other students, teachers and parents came by.

So now, watch out 'cause we've got scientists in the house!

 

Tra-la-la la-la-la -- Life goes on. . . .

Things are still really tough here and yet we are making our best efforts at keeping life moving and working hard at finding joy each and every day.  A few days ago I commented to a friend that I did not know if we would ever find "GLEE" in our life again.  Yet, there is joy in our life it is just more sparsely peppered in amongst the heartache and pain right now.

Some things that have been soul healing are long walks with the boys looking at the birds in the nearby nature preserve, playing at the park (the weather has been wonderful, healing sunshine, cooling breezes, and wonderful spring flowers beginning to color the world), we've been (albeit slowly) weeding flower beds and beginning to think about planting some veggies.

It has been a work in progress but I think we have a good plan for the re-design of the boys' room.  They want it to be blue, green and yellow (which in and of itself is a wee bit of a design challenge).  But when you throw in the dinosaurs, volcanoes, hot lave, sunshine, star cruisers, etc. . . .it gets to be a bit much.  We went and got the rest of the paint today and got about half of the blue painted. 

Painting the room was a fun thing, all of the boys were excited and wanted to "help" with each and every step.  Whilst I was shopping for supplies I swear I was inspired to pick up some watercolors for the Tyrant.  So while we were painting with the real latex paint, he used his water colors to decorate a wall we were not ready to paint yet.  I have hope that it might look nice when it is all finished.  I'll post pics when we get to that stage.

In other news, the Comedian was recognized by his Teacher as having "The PERFECT Paper" of the day.  He was so proud of himself.  The recognition was accompanied by a free certificate for a kids meal at Texas Roadhouse.  So that is where we went for lunch today.  I honestly was not impressed with the food but the atmosphere was nice and most importantly Mr. Comedian felt really great about himself.

Mr. DJMan is out again tonight.  He's playing for a small High School's Prom.  I'm glad he enjoys his second job and with all of the challenges lately the extra money will be nice but I really miss him when he's gone.

Please keep us in your prayers. . . .

Could it be that God loves broken things?




We are all pretty broken here.  Shattered into infinitesimal pieces.  Don't ask please. The details are not for public consumption.  If you need to know or we need you to know you already do.  Please love us through this, don't push, just know that we need prayers more than ever before.  Pray with us that God can make something greater than we can envision out of our brokenness.  Pray that we will keep praying and keep believing that He can lift us above all of this.  I thought I knew what hard was...but now I know that I had no idea.

Tents pitched for Conference 2010

This year with Conference falling on the same weekend as Easter we listened to the Saturday morning session on our way down for the family Easter pic-nic at Grandma's house.  On Sunday we once again pitched our small tent in the living room as we listened to our church leaders give us guidance and direction.  On Monday night, as has been our family tradition for the last 3 years, we discussed the messages we heard and came up with points that our family needs to remember and work on for the next 6 months.  Most of these points were generated by the Engineer and Comedian.

April 5, 2010
1.  Jesus can help us in hard times
2.  We pray for help.
3.  Momma and Papa take care of children
4.  We can repent from poor choices.
5. Jesus is my friend.
6.  CTR  (Choose the Right)
7.  Praying and reading scriptures help us keep the spirit close.

Mother Nature got in the Spirit of the day

Two weeks ago, I packed away all of our boots, coats, gloves, etc.  We had been having such nice weather that I thought surely our jackets and raincoats would see us through the rest of the springtime.  Little did we know that Mother Nature had taken note of April Fools Day this year.  We woke up to the following scene outside.

So I think that today Mother Nature definitely pulled off the biggest joke of all.

They're coming to take me away. . .

They're coming to take me away, 
ho-ho, hee-hee, ha-haaa.
To the happy home. 
With trees and flowers and 
chirping birds and 
basket weavers who sit and 
smile and twiddle their thumbs 
and toes and they're
coming to take me away, ha-haaa!!! 

So I think I may have a small case of paranoia.  A friend (who shall rename nameless to protect the innocent)  told me about SITEMETER which counts the numbers of visitors to your blog (or website) and gives you some basic information like where in the world they are located, if they hopped to my blog from somewhere else, if they clicked on any links to hop off my site, how long you hang out here, etc. 
You don't have to worry about Big Brother watching you because I am *grin*

And well, many more folk stop by my blog than I ever expected to.  Which started to freak me out a bit since this blog is mostly about my life and my boys and the world is unfortunately a lot less friendly and safe than it was 30 years ago.  So I wigged out and went private on ya'all.  Then I had a teeny tiny epiphany.  One of the most frequent ISP's that would sit on my site for hours at a time was my own.

So I think I'm done wigging out, and I fixed the sitemeter so that it won't list me and will thus give a more accurate representation and I decided to open my blog up once again.

However, I would like to request that if you stop by you say "hi" every once in awhile, because this blog is mostly for me and my family and I would like to know who is reading.  So if you are friends with Tori and live in Colorado and you pass by here on your way to her parent's site, or if you are a random friendly neighbor in Spanish Fork who likes to keep up with us, or if you found me from a comment on Corey's, or Christine's or Diana's blog, or....you get the picture....Let me know where you are reading from and what you enjoy about my blog

and that will keep the "nice young men in their clean white coats" at bay for a bit longer.

Thanks!

That Explains it!

I had the pleasure of having NT tag along with me today.  I really enjoy his perspective on life and the world we live in.  I can not hang out with him and not crack up in laughter at least once.  Today we were heading back to my house after some errands to pick the Comedian up from Kindergarten and NT begins to converse with me.  He says:

NT:  "Cynfwia that is where I get my hair cutted!"
Me:  "Really?"
NT:  "Yes, my mom and my brudder gets hair cutted there too.  It's a BEAUTY school!"
Me:  "Is that why you are so very BEAUTIFUL?"
NT:  "Yup!"  a few moments of silence and then..."Cynfwia, did you ever go to Beauty school?"
Me:  "Nope"
NT:  "Oh, that explains it then. . . ."
Me:   "Explains what exactly?"  (dying of laughter and trying to not laugh out loud)
NT:  "Why yous hair is so very long."

So there you have it.  Want long hair?  Don't go to beauty school.

Going Private

The time has come, the time is now.....

This blog will be going private by the end of the week.  If you want to keep reading, please leave a comment below this post with your email address and I will send you an invitation to allow you to continue reading.  If you don't want to leave your email address and you know my email address then send me an email and I'll send out an invitation.

Don't Eat Pete!

The Comedian was introduced to the wonderfully fun game of "Don't Eat Pete" in his Kindergarten class around Christmastime.  In fact they made Don't Eat Pete gameboards to bring home to their family as their gift.  So for New Years Eve one of the rousing games we played was. . . .you guessed it. . . .Don't Eat Pete!

He has brought it up and we've played different versions off and on.  We played with all of his friends at his birthday party.  Today we couldn't find the original Alien Pete gameboard or the mommy created Snowman gameboard so he put about 20 stickers on a piece of notebook paper and asked to play.

I was quite occupied with bread dough all over my hands so told him we'd have to wait a bit until the rolls were ready to rise.  When I was finished with the rolls I asked him what we were going to play with (for this game the game pieces are usually small pieces of candy) and he says, "Hmmm we are out of smarties, so how about macaroni!"

I replied, "I don't want to break my teeth, so how about Fruit Loops!"

And the game was on.  Now being 6 the Comedian's strategy skills are not the best.  So when he chooses which spot is "Pete" he stares at the spot without blinking.  It kind of takes the randomness and surprise out of the game.  So during one round I was trying really hard to just play how I would play if he were not sending laser beams through "Pete" and suddenly he looks up at me and says, "Are you reading my mind?  That's cheating you know!"

(We have previously had discussions about mind reading here)

My assurances that I was not and could not know read his mind did not mean a whole lot for on the very next round (it was my turn to choose "Pete") he sat down and after having his hands hover over each and every spot on the board, his eyes looking up to meet mine with each pause his hand darted out and grabbed "Pete"!

He decided that he would rather go and play with the Engineer because he had not yet learned all the tricks of mind reading.

And I had a really great laugh!

Flattery will get you. . . . .

This morning we started off by having all the boys come in and snuggle in our bed, had some great conversations with them, some tickle fights and lots of giggles.  I love Saturdays when we don't have to rush off to be anywhere!

After awhile the Engineer says, "Mommy you are a really good chef so can you cook something up for us?"

Which if you read about our ongoing adventure  of food criticism is fairly ironic.

So I said "Sure!" and we all headed downstairs.  Then the wicked CHEF mommy goes into psycho mode and makes. . . . .

Peanut Butter and Jelly stuffed French Toast

When the food is on the table and the boys are called the Engineer's first comment is, "This is different!  Did you have a recipe?"

The Mommy says, "Indeed I did!  When I was working in the schools a teacher taught me how to make this!"

I get a skeptical look and can tell that he is considering  whether that is valid or not but having a teacher in the mix must have clinched the deal.  Because all he says next is, "Are you suuuuuuuuure?!?"

At which point in time the Mommy sweetly says, "Don't knock it until you try it"

So the Engineer braved a bite and his face lit up in a grin!

I wish the story could end there...but if you know the Engineer you also know there is no way that was the last of it.

So he continued eating eagerly until all but 4 bites remained and then he says, "Mommy when I first tasted it was one of the yummiest things ever....but now it is disgusting"

Then he proceeded to give me a list of modifications that he would like me to incorporate next time.

First--no jelly
Second--no peanut butter
Third -- don't stack the bread
Fourth --buy more boysenberry syrup
Fifth--don't use maple syrup

And with all of that do you know what it brings you back to?

Plain ole' french toast no frills!

What a fun morning!  Today his criticism didn't bother me at all maybe because I went into the whole adventure expecting it and maybe even egging it on a bit.  I love my boys!

Two Sides of the Soup Story

I am a fairly good cook. Not trying to brag but it is something I enjoy and I think (and have been told that) I do it well. I take pride in making delicious meals for a low cost for my family to enjoy. I strive to make food so delicious at home that we have no desire (other than that terrible feeling at 5:00 when I forgot to plan and am exhausted and want something easy....but we all have days like that) to eat fast food, or to go out to eat unless it is an intentional choice.

However I have come to realize that I have to be careful to not allow my boys' comments at Dinner time to sway my opinion of myself or my cooking abilities. Sometimes at the end of a long day the mommy feels unappreciated and defeated when dinner is met with criticism and/or groans. It is a rare night that my Engineer does not have something disparaging and (unintentionally) unkind. He just doesn't really see things in shades of gray and is not intending to be unkind he is just stating what to him in his world is the obvious. It is either what he is always used to (and even then I seldom meet his standards) or it is weird and therefore undesirable.

Most days (I hope) I am fairly good at redirecting him and helping him to see how he can say what he needs to say in a kind way or simply not saying it at all (I am also learning why Thumper's mother was less than successful at passing on her sage advice to her offspring). And I admit that often I just nod and try to block out his judging of the meal.

Today is a day that I was not at my best. It was a busy day and I had not planned dinner we had a deadline as my husband and I wanted to attend the Adult Meeting of Stake Conference and had to have the children fed before dropping them off. So I reached back into my days as a Cadette in Girl Scouts and made dump a can soup. I remember some camp counselor telling me that if you think about the flavors of the food you can almost always make a decent soup out of canned vegetables. So I did. And if I do say so myself it was quite tasty, filled our tummies and did not take long to cook. I however was not up to listening to the Engineer enumerate one by one the things wrong with the soup that he had yet to taste. He started off with his criticism that I "did not follow a recipe so obviously it was not going be edible." He added a few other faults but I really was not listening as I was letting his father know that he needed to intervene because I was not up to hearing about everything that I had done wrong in making dinner.

So as I was taking a time-out and breathing deep breaths the Comedian came up to me and he said with sincerity (almost made me cry) "Mom, when I'm a grown-up I'm going to make that same soup for my children at dinner time because it is so yummy. Maybe we can have it again tomorrow at lunch time!"

At which point I threw my arms around him, gave him a squeeze and told him how wonderful it was to hear that he had enjoyed the meal and was thinking of cooking for his own children one day. (Then I have to admit that I asked him to tell me again, because it made me feel good to hear of his enjoyment....which (he is the Comedian after all) he cheerfully did with a goofy grin and a very loud voice)

My complaining Engineer was feeling left out of the joy party (plus I think his papa had a talk with him about not being mean and trying to say nice things when someone has done something nice for you) so he came and said (with his sweet face that means he's trying to convey love even when he isn't really sure he feels it--if you know him I'm sure you've seen it) "Mom, when I grow up I'm going to make the same soup for my children except I won't put the spices in because they kind of hit my taste tester and it was REJECTED! It is so yummy except for the spices."

So for my Comedian and future grandchildren here is the recipe for tonight's dump-it soup.

In a large stock-pot add some olive oil and a chopped onion and saute. When onion begins to wilt add in

1 can cream of corn
1 can of whole corn
1 can green beans
1 can cream of chicken soup
2 cans of sliced potatoes
2 pkgs Ramen Noodles broken up
1 tsp basil
1 TBSP minced garlic
2 cups water (or chicken broth)

bring to a boil and serve

If your leanings are more like that of the Engineer's omit the basil......

Enjoy!


May the Force of the Season be with you!

Something fun that Santa Claus does when he comes to our house is every couple of years he brings some new costumes for the boys to add to their dress-up trunk. I think that he enjoys those after Halloween sales just like I do. *grin* This is the only time that we get new costumes in our house (as you may recall from Halloween when the boys had to make do with what we had). This year the costume theme was super heroes.

Pictured below you see the Engineer dressed as a clone trooper (with some other mask on), the Comedian is all set to fight evil as the Red Power Ranger, and the Tyrant is thrilled with his very own Optimus Prime (transformer) suit.


I was thinking that this would be a cute card. Here is the Engineer in the full Clone Trooper costume. He actually wore it day and night for the next week of Winter Break. And although the costumes were given to them all he is pretty certain that the clone trooper costume is his and his alone.

So while these are a bit late I hope that you and your family enjoyed the force spirit of the season!

Why I Do Not Support UNICEF

I asked Corey if she would allow me to share with you the reasons that she (and I) do not support UNICEF.

by Guest blogger Corey Waters

1) For those of you unfamiliar with UNICEF’s work, they are passionately anti-child trafficking. WHICH IS GOOD. The problem comes in when a large organization equates adoption with child trafficking, as UNICEF has done, and actively works to interfere with adoptions. Now, I am not saying that there are not situations where international adoptions need to be reformed and sometimes shut down while those reforms take down. Child slavery? Horrible. Child sex trade? Horrendous. Baby buying? Reprehensible. Does adoption need oversight and protection? ABSOLUTELY. Do I wish that adoption did not have to exist? YES, I do. I wish that children were never orphaned, never abandoned, never relinquished. BUT THEY ARE. And I don’t think that institutions (orphanages) are good places for children to grow up… especially orphanages in Haiti, where I know for a fact my children were neglected, beaten, emotionally abused, and sexually assaulted.

2) In the aftermath of Haiti’s earthquake, UNICEF has used their political clout and financial power to push their own agenda in Haiti, and the Haitian government has bent and swayed under that pressure. Children whose cases were in the process of adoption, who had already been shown eligible for adoption prior to the earthquake, who had adoptive parents with approved homestudies and extensive background checks were granted humanitarian parole and allowed to come and live with their families. (And let me clear up a fallacy that I keep seeing in the media: these adoptions are not “expedited”.. these adoptions are NOT COMPLETE! The children have been allowed to come LIVE with their adoptive families, but the adoptions are not finalized, the children do not have citizenship yet. Humanitarian parole is an immigration status only.. it has nothing to do with adoption. How do I know so much about HP? We tried to get it for Tina when the Haitian government was overthrown in the middle of her adoption… denied!) Anyway. During the short period of time that these children were being allowed out of Haiti on Humanitarian Parole, representatives from UNICEF were on the ground in Haiti, actually PUTTING THEIR HANDS ON PEOPLE, telling them they did not have the right to take these children out of Haiti. (I personally know a woman that this happened to.) UNICEF had NO JURISDICTION and NO RIGHT to do this. These children had the approval of the Haitian government AND the US government, they had been in the process of adoption FOR YEARS, and they had VALID TRAVEL VISAS. Not to mention, you just cannot go around PUTTING YOUR HANDS ON PEOPLE.

3) UNICEF continued to push their anti-adoption agenda on the Haitian government, until the government insisted they needed to approve each child on a case-by-case basis. Now, I am 110% in favor of ensuring that each child coming out of Haiti actually be eligible for adoption. But this is not what this is about. These families, who have now been sleeping on the floor of the US Embassy in Haiti with their children for days, have paperwork proving that they have adoptions in process. But UNICEF feels that Haitian children should stay in Haiti. That it is better for a child to stay in the country that they were born in, even if it means they are raised in an orphanage. And the Haitian government is being cowed by the pressure. These are real children we are talking about. My friend’s child is caught in this battle over her child.. except unlike the story in 1 Kings 3 where Solomon has to decide which of the two mothers is the real mother of this child, in this case, Debra and Ernst are fighting, fighting, fighting for the son they love.. and on the other side, UNICEF is fighting to keep him in Haiti where he has nothing and no one. (And I do not mean that as a detriment to Lori and Licia who have kept him at the Rescue Center and loved him and brought him to health, but they are not his parents, and they cannot take on every child that comes into the center.)

4) Yesterday, Heartline staff were instructed in writing to report to the USS Comfort to pick up patients they had brought there for treatment. When they did so, UNICEF staff were there, taking those patients to some camp, and would not disclose details. Staff at the Comfort ship had no idea this was going down. I imagine that the patients had no choice but to “consent” to this plan, and were terrified. You have to remember that it was not that long ago that Papa Doc and his TonTon Macoutes ran Haiti, and this cannot be far from any Haitian’s mind. How an international organization feels that it has the right to step in and take people where they do not want to go is beyond me... I am shocked, frightened, and outraged for these patients, who trust Tara and Troy, John and Beth, and who are now pawns in a political game. Now why would UNICEF be interfering with Heartline’s work? Does it have anything to do with Heartline’s orphanage? Are they taking ALL patients from the Comfort, or just Heartline’s? I don’t know. But I find it very, very odd.

5) What can we do? Well. Never give a dime to UNICEF, for starters. But in this situation, RIGHT NOW, I am going to petition the following people (I’m using email, but use whatever medium you like), and I ask you to do the same. And to spread the word, by blog, facebook, email, or twitter. (I will tell you, I have largely kept out of this up until this point, because I do not want to draw the attention of anti-adoption advocates; I just do not like to draw their ire and listen to their ranting on my blog. ) But Ronel deserves a voice. Ronel wants to come home. Will you help him?

Feel free to copy and paste my letter.

Dear Mr. Ambassador,

I am writing to express my support of granting humanitarian parole for Haitian children with identified adoptive parents who were in the process of adoption prior to the January 12 earthquake.

These children have paperwork proving their eligibility for adoption. They have identified adoptive parents with approved homestudies who have had extensive background checks. Humanitarian parole will not only allow these children to come to the US and stay with the families that love them during a time when Haiti is in extreme crisis, but it will also free up space in the orphanages for newly orphaned children.

Humanitarian parole has already been generously granted to many Haitian children in this situation; however, the process has slowed significantly, and many families now find themselves holding paperwork proving that they have adoptions in process, but unable to move forward with humanitarian parole. Children’s lives hang in the balance. Many of these children are at the US Embassy in Haiti, sleeping on the floor with their parents, as their parents advocate for their parole. Please do not let them down. Please advocate on their behalf.

Sincerely,

Corey C. Waters

Mother of 6, 5 of whom were adopted from Haiti

Raymond Joseph
Haitian Ambassador to US
embassy@haiti.org
p 202-332-4090
f 202-745-7215

Kenneth H Merten
US Ambassador to Haiti
Tabarre 41, Blvd 15 Octobre
Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Haiti-earthquake@state.gov
P 509 22 29 8000
F 509 22 29 8028

Hilary Clinton/Dept of State
U.S. Department of State
2201 C Street NW
Washington, DC 20520

email form for Sec. Clinton
Main Switchboard:
202-647-4000

Why Pray for Haiti?

Someone asked Corey how prayer is going to help the people of Haiti. It got me thinking because for me knowing those in Haiti with immediate needs and immediate specific prayer requests and being able to lift my voice and will in prayer and then see through the reports of those in Haiti the unexpected, unlikely, far off, incredible blessings come to pass has truly strengthened my testimony of the power of prayer. So since this blog is mostly for our family record keeping and I want my boys to know and be able to read about why I pray, I thought I would share.

Also, my family has prayer needs and I would like to ask any who happen to be reading to consider praying for us, for my Comedian. He's been sick for awhile and despite all we've tried thus far we and his doctors have been unable to determine what is going on with him and do not have any direction on where to proceed from here for his treatment. On Monday (tomorrow) he will be going to the local hospital to have some scans taken to hopefully give us more information and help us to help him get better. He's scared and nervous and truly we've been prepared for some pretty scary anticipated results. Prayers for healing would be miraculous (and I believe in miracles) but truly prayers that God's will shall be done in our lives and that we will be able to accept His will are most welcome.

I have many reasons to pray. These reasons include my heart’s sincere desire to express gratitude for blessings received, calling upon Him as a family, petitioning Him in public prayer, pleading for forgiveness, or seeking divine intervention to preserve life itself.

I pray because I am a daughter of God. Each person on this earth is a child of God. He loves each of us and knows our needs, and He wants us to communicate with Him through prayer. I pray because I want to talk to God, I want him to know my heart, I want Him to have His "angels" both in the heavens and on earth to bless, strengthen and encourage those who I am concerned about. I want to be sure (as silly as that may be) that he knows of the needs of my brothers and sisters on the earth.

I know that when I am having a difficult time or a challenge I discuss it with my earthly parents and friends and their perspective often sheds light and understanding for me. How much more understanding can I receive from He who knows all and can guide me based on his knowledge of the past, present and future. I pray because my faith is bolstered when I communicate with Him.

I want to know His will for me and I want to be as like His son, Jesus Christ as I am able to attain while on earth. I know that as I make a habit of approaching God in prayer, I come to know Him and draw ever nearer to Him. My desires will become more like His. I will be able to secure for myself and for others blessings that He is ready to give if I (and you) will but ask in faith. I receive solace in knowing that He hears and that He cares, but I must take advantage of His invitation to call upon Him night and day.

I pray because I know it has power! I believe that through trials, tragedies, and disasters He brings about miracles. (And there have been countless miracles brought about through prayer and reliance on faith from the moment that the earthquake hit Haiti two weeks ago. You don’t believe me….read Tara’s blog (here is a good place to start but there are so many others!) I believe that this life is a test and often difficult times help me (and others) to develop the characteristics and talents that I will need at some time in the future. I pray because I know that if I establish a relationship with God through regular and fervent prayer that when trials come my way I will be prepared and ready to walk forward in faith.

Of all the great and wonderful and inspiring promises I have read in the scriptures, the most reassuring to me are the words of the Savior: ‘Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.’ (Matt. 7:7.) … God lives. He is near. He is real. He is my Father in Heaven. He is accessible to me. He loves me and he cares about me and the things that I care about. I deeply care about the people of Haiti and so I pray.

With What Shall We Fix It?