Snowshoe excursion

Yesterday we decided to head out snowshoeing at one of our favorite (nearby) State Parks.
While it was a little chilly - we had a great time.
No one cried.
No one had to be carried.
It was momentous.
And beautiful.
I can't wait to go again.

 

 

 

 

Joseph Smith's Birthday

Every year I think, "wow, I need to remember Joseph Smith's birthday and celebrate it with my family." Then, I forget and it gets lost in the holiday bustle.

Today I remembered!

As a tribute to this great man, I want to share what I believe about Joseph Smith.



While I grew up in as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints I believed in Joseph Smith, but it took several years for me to gain my own testimony of him and his divine mission. When I was 11, my family took a road trip and we visited many religious historical sites. One of these sites was the Sacred Grove in Palmyra, New York.



This is where Joseph Smith went as a 14 year old boy, to pray and ask which church he should join. In answer to his prayer, God the Father and Jesus Christ appeared to Joseph and told him that the full gospel was not upon the earth. Joseph was subsequently called as a prophet, received the priesthood and authority to act in God's name, and restored the FULL gospel of Jesus Christ to the earth once again.

While visiting the grove was meaningful to me, while I worked as a missionary in Guatemala, I had an experience that cemented my testimony of Joseph Smith.

My companion and I had been working with an investigator named Elder. He was exploring 2 different churches along with ours at the time. He wanted to KNOW that Joseph was a prophet of God. While we'd shared our testimonies of Joseph Smith with him and read together, Elder was still struggling.

Prior to visiting Elder one particular day, we'd been studying Joseph Smith History. We read Joseph's account in JS-H 1: 24 "However, it was nevertheless a fact that I had beheld a vision. I have thought since, that I felt much like Paul, when he made his defense before King Agrippa, and related the account of the vision he had when he saw a light, and heard a voice; but still there were but few who believed him; some said he was dishonest, others said he was mad; and he was ridiculed and reviled. But all this did not destroy the reality of his vision. He had seen a vision, he knew he had, and all the persecution under heaven could not make it otherwise; and though they should persecute him unto death, yet he knew, and would know to his latest breath, that he had both seen a light and heard a voice speaking unto him, and all the world could not make him think or believe otherwise."

After reading this, we said a prayer, and we headed to Elder's house. We read this passage with him and asked if we could pray with him together to ask Heavenly Father if Joseph Smith really did see God the Father and Jesus Christ, and if he really was a prophet of God.

As we knelt together in a circle on Elder's porch, each one of us took a turn in prayer. As my companion prayed, I had the strongest spiritual confirmation I've ever received. I was infused with joy, happiness, peace, and the knowledge that Joseph Smith truly was a prophet of God - how do you describe a spiritual manifestation in words? My eyes flew open to see if anyone else was experiencing what I felt and knew in my heart to be true. I KNEW from that moment that Joseph Smith truly was a prophet of God. I am so grateful for this confirmation and so grateful for Joseph Smith. He gave his life for what he believed.

I finish this post with one of my favorite quotes, "The world can use these words. I know this now. Every man gives his life for what he believes. Every woman gives her life for what she believes. Sometimes people believe in little or nothing, and yet they give their lives to that little or nothing. One life is all we have, and we live it as we believe in living it and then it's gone. But to surrender what you are and live without belief is more terrible than dying - even more terrible than dying young." Joan of Arc

Jerusalem Supper - Traditions

My favorite Christmas tradition is our Jerusalem Supper. When I was a kid, we always went to my grandma's house for the huge family party (followed the next day by another). At one point, I was maybe 10, my parents decided to begin their own tradition. At first, I was devastated to miss the family party, however after a few years, the Jerusalem supper became very meaningful to me.

More than anything, I love the simplicity of this supper. I'm not into commercialism, and I'm not a huge Santa fan or proponent. That's not what Christmas is about, nor should it be the focus. I love that this supper helps us completely shift the Christmas focus to Christ and not to Santa, and what I'm getting for Christmas.

On Christmas Eve, we gather for a very simple supper. We try to imagine what it might have been like for Joseph and Mary - what would their supper have been on the eve of Christ's birth? Not too fancy...

So, we turn out all of our lights, light a few candles and some of our clay lamps from Jerusalem, and we dine on - dates, figs, pomegranates, nuts, different cheeses, olives, crackers, (okay - so there I don't go quite so traditional...I'm not a big fan of flat bread) and possibly some roasted fish, fowl, or lamb, and grape juice.

Afterwards, we watch "Joy to the World" and then act out and read the Christmas story from Luke. We finally finish up singing Christmas carols, then our kids don their new Christmas eve p.j.s, and we all trundle off to bed.

My latest project

Here's the latest project that I've been working on:

I spent all day Friday doing the stitching.

 

Yesterday I spent the morning with a friend who does her own matting and framing. She did this matt and frame for me.

 

What I want for Christmas...

We are 9 days away from Christmas and we still don't know what Santa will be bringing to our house. A bit of a problem. See, our trampoline broke this spring and after reviewing our options, it was cheaper to buy a new one than try and get it repaired. So we planned to have Santa give the family a new tramp and be done with it.

However, earlier this fall, we got some REAL shelves for our garage, and although it is tight, we can actually fit both cars into the garage.

Did I mention we've been experiencing sub-arctic cold levels lately? There's just nothing that says fun like scraping a windshield in -24* weather. As such, my husband has been opting for that garage option lately.

And as such, we realized if Santa brings a trampoline, the trampoline will have to sit in the garage (where my husband's car would go) for um...5+ months.

He decided it wasn't worth it.

Now we scramble.

We told our kids that because of un-expected hospital bills Christmas will be pretty lean this year and that we need to make gifts for each other. I just realized they will be out of school after Friday and I will lose any surprise element since they will be with me 24/7 after that.

It looks like I'll be doing a lot of sewing after they are in bed next week!

So - since my husband asked, here's my Christmas list - (he keeps losing it).

*New cello case (the one from 7th grade that weighs 40 lbs and has broken straps and feet, its on it's way out)- Bam cases have wheels and are backpackable (and the best) and they are lighter than a feather - sigh...
*Machine Quilting machine and frame
*Snowshoes (since my husband broke mine last winter)

Our kitchen really wants that 6 or 7 qt. crock pot that we keep seeing at Costco (our favorite place to shop) - it has been begging for years, and a Victorio strainer for applesauce and grape juice and canning.

Regarding my gifts - I think I might've been naughty, because I know what Santa's budget looks like, and nothing on my list really fits!

However, for anybody out there looking for a tax write off/or wanting to make a charitable contribution, or for those dying to know what I really want for Christmas - there you have it.

My youngest gave me a letter for Santa. She apparently wants a scuba diving set (who wouldn't looking at where we live?).

Yet another update

I took a nap today so I'm prolonging my bedtime. 10:00 now seems so late since lately I've been asleep by 9:00 if not 8:30 - silly me.

So, I've been catching up and reading everyone's blogs. On my road to recovery (I sound like I'm dealing with an addiction or something here) I am making progress. Wednesday I woke up and almost felt normal again. Thursday I woke up and realized that I felt really normal. While I still get winded going up and down the stairs and doing some things, things are definitely much better.

I went to the doctors with a schlew of questions on Wednesday. The first was, "How much blood did you take out of me?" He gave me a very scientific answer. He showed me with his hands - "about this much." It looked like 2 cups. He said it was an awful lot of blood to have just been sloshing around inside of me.

Then I asked to see pictures of my tube that they removed. He didn't have them right there in the file with him, so he drew me a picture. (He really is a fantastically competent doctor, I just thought this was funny). Actually, he drew the picture to explain to me what it should have looked like, and what they actually found. That part wasn't quite so funny or pretty.

They took more blood and I am happy to announce that my blood count is headed back up again - hooray. I somehow think this may have to do with them not taking my blood every day for tests for a week. My veins had also healed enough for them to take more blood. The nurse sadly said she could see 'tracks' on my arms from all of the blood they've been taking. (I really do sound like a recovering addict here!)

So, I got some answers from the doctor and I've got a plan - I'm focusing on healing right now. After I heal, we'll continue to figure things out. I really like my doctor. I don't even need a pep talk from my brother anymore to make me call him.
I do have to say though - I swear that I lost some brain cells during my surgery. I'll type something and then go back through and re-read it and realize that I totally put the wrong word in somewhere - and it SO won't make sense. It seems like my brain just sort of skips words and just keeps on going, or I put words together backwards. I'm not sure about that part, but just skip over any mistakes you may notice - I'm blaming them all on the surgery.

So, while I thought I was doing better, someone told me at church today that I looked peaked (pronounced peak id not peak'd). I didn't think much of it until someone else said, "How are you? Last time I saw you you really looked peaked". What is up with that? I thought I was looking hot!
Guess I was mistaken.

Anyways - last but not least, we celebrated another anniversary and still really love each other (my husband and I that is). We were thrilled to pay off our car this week and that's pretty much our anniversary and Christmas all piled in there together this year.

To celebrate we watched the first and second halves of the last episode of MONK - and loved it. We hung out and chatted about somebody's problems and how to help them. We took the family to Costco and had a fine dinner of a slice of pizza (fine dining I tell you - don't think I can handle that again!) and took the kids to a sitters while we went to the movies. While it wasn't Trinidad and Tobago - it worked. We've got a lot of hospital bills headed our way!

We've definitely had a tough couple of months, but feel like we are finally headed back up for some air (knock on wood). We've definitely been stretched and grown and changed and learned. I guess that's what we are here for. While I would REALLY like things to remain static, I am learning that it just isn't part of the cycle of life. I don't like it, but hopefully soon I'll figure out how to come to terms with that one. I guess I'll have to let you know once I get there.

Bangs

Miracles never cease!

After a couple of years of having her hair in her face and hiding behind it, my child asked if she could have bangs last night. Here they are with her beautiful smiling face!

My gratitude and Thanks

While we've been struggling through our difficulties (let's face it, everyone has trials and difficulties), I've been amazed at the outpouring of help I've received from so many people. THANK YOU!

I love the quote by Jeffrey R. Holland who said, "there's nothing in life so bad, that whining won't make it worse." So, as I've been looking for my silver lining, I've found so many things to be thankful for. Here are a few of them:

One of my children is a thorny rose - not really a close snuggly lovey type of kid. This past week I received two spontaneous kisses on the forehead and hugs from her. She also said, "goodbye mom, I love you" as she headed out the door this morning. I can't say how long it has been since I heard something like that from her.

Children who have been happy to help - who could complain about that?

A surprise visit from my sister. She didn't find out until Friday evening that I had been in the hospital. She and her husband hopped in the car and drove 10 hours (through the night) to spend a day with me and help me with whatever I needed. While the things I had been worried about accomplishing were possibly trite and silly, she willingly jumped in and helped get them done. What a load off my mind! Aside from that, we had an opportunity to chat and deepen our relationship.

I've been overwhelmed by people's generosity. Friends and neighbors have shown up on the doorstep with food, hugs, and love.

Every experience we have allows us to change and grow. A quote by Joseph B. Wirthlin has been ringing through my mind lately, "Come what may and love it."

I am trying to love it and accept, and I see examples in others of the type of person I want to be in those who have so lovingly served my family. I truly feel my Savior's in the actions of those who have encircled us during this difficult time. THANK YOU

Bitter Sweet

Last night as my husband was puttering around with household chores that needed to be done he commented to me, "you know, you can always find something sweet in the bitter." I was surprised at his comment and didn't know exactly what he was getting at, so I asked.
His reply came, "it isn't very often that I get to take care of you, right now I do and that's pretty sweet".

I love my guy!

While you probably don't want to read this, here's the latest on my health adventure

Here's my latest installment of my little roller coaster life.

Last week before we traveled to visit family for Thanksgiving I had some blood drawn. At 5:00 pm the Dr. called and told me that while my HcG levels (the hormones present with a pregnancy) had risen slightly (instead of doubling and tripling each day), my progesterone levels had crashed. Thus, in short, we were just waiting for a mis-carriage, which would be identified by a drop in my HcG levels which we would continue to monitor once I got back into town.

We had a pleasant Thanksgiving and enjoyed the time we were able to spend with everyone, and even somehow stayed a few days later than we had originally planned.

We got back home on Sunday. Monday I ordered Christmas cards, worked on addresses, and made 2 batches of caramels with the girls as they worked on Christmas gifts for their friends. Tuesday was lined up for Christmas lotion and jelly making.

However, while chatting with a friend at 9:30 Tuesday morning, I suddenly started having cramps. I hung up and laid down and hung out for a couple of hours waiting for them to subside. They didn't.
I called the Dr. office, and was referred to the mid-wife who was available. She suggested taking some ibuprofen to ease the pain which I did. Twenty minutes later, the Dr. office called and said they'd talked to the Dr. and he wanted me to come in.

I came in and my husband met me there. The Dr. did a quick ultrasound and was surprised to see fluids sloshing around in my abdomen. He sent me to the hospital for a more definitive ultrasound, and told us there was a high probability that I would be going into surgery. I frantically began searching for help with the girls after school, and after my ultrasound, the Dr. took me to admissions and told them to get me in there, that I was going into surgery.

I was wheeled into surgery on Tuesday at 5:30 pm and was there until around 7:00. They found that I had been pregnant with a tubular pregnancy (ectopic) and while I was actually in the process of miscarrying the pregnancy, my fallopian tube had been damaged and was bleeding. I had a belly full of blood that had to be sucked out. (Yes, quite pleasant huh? - keep reading..) A D&C was also done to clean out my uterus in hopes of clearing up my additional bleeding as well.

The surgery went great (so they say) and I felt so much better once it was over. On Wednesday as I got ready to leave, we found that I couldn't keep my oxygen levels up. Throughout the day they'd take me off the oxygen and then my levels would drop. We did some chest X-rays and couldn't find anything. Later in the evening the internal medicine doctor paid a visit and discussed concerns about a blood-clot in my lungs. She sent me in for a cat-scan (very fun indeed - it makes you feel like you are wetting your pants, but you come out dry). Finally, they were able to determine that both of my lungs had collapsed at the bottom most part, which is why I wasn't able to get enough oxygen into my blood (coupled with my anemia).

Finally, at 7:30 they discharged me and my tank of oxygen. Yes, like the little old ladies who walk around dragging their air with them. That's me now!

While I could keep going, I think I'll stop here. I saw the Dr. again today, and I'm waiting to hear back on more lab tests. The Dr. is worried about bronchitis and pneumonia, so I'm taking antibiotics and just hanging around.

I guess I'm still trying to figure out whether this is an up or a down on that roller coaster ride!

Thanksgiving Trip Collage

 

Sisters

It isn't everyday that I catch sweet expressions of sisterly love, but here's one!

 

Recent Photos

Here are a couple of photos we took this past weekend.
Santa's mailbox

 

The quilt shop elves

 

We found some mistletoe, but couldn't kiss on demand!

 

Me and my sweetie~

 

New kid pics and our rural life

I just discovered these pictures - I don't know who took them or when, but here are a couple of new ones of our girls.

 

 

A couple of weeks ago we did a day road trip to the temple. We really live in a rural area - it is simply amazing what we see! On our way, we got stuck in a herd of sheep.

 

It must have been national animal herding day, because a short time later, we got stuck in a herd of cattle. Interestingly, they were both heading into each other - we missed the eventual collision!

 

In the Spirit of Thanksgiving

Wow!
My cousin posted this on her facebook page and I ran across it this morning.
After my last emotional breakdown & whiny poor me post I really needed to hear this. Elder Oaks stated, "We need to be thankful for adversity, and ask for guidance getting through it." I definitely haven't been Thankful for the things we've been struggling through right now - just trying to get through them and make heads or tails of them.
In the Spirit of Thanksgiving
I'm grateful for coming across this video clip this morning!

I would definitely be lying if I pretended like everything was perfect. Some days are way up, and some not so up.
Last week I went in for an emergency surgery to try and stop the excessive prolonged bleeding I've been dealing with for the past month. I'd been working with my doctor, trying different medicines, doing different tests and nothing seemed to be working. When it started to speed up with the last medicine experiment, he called for our plan B - the surgery.
Well, I was hooked up to my IV, the anesthesiologist had gone through everything with me and was ready to go. Just before they wheeled me through the doors, I noticed a nurse huddle outside the drape and my Dr. joined them. He came back to tell me that my routine blood tests had come back and HcG had been detected in my blood. Essentially, I was pregnant.

After 6+ years of trying (well, 10 total) and several previous rounds of fertility drugs, this came as quite the shock (this wasn't a result of fertility drugs this time). In a daze, we shuffled home. On top of this all, my husband has been on crutches for the past week and hasn't been able to help. He's been worried and stressed about work, and it's been quite the mix.

After heading to the lab yesterday, the Dr. told me that my numbers which had been 102 on Friday were now only 147 - he would have expected at least 300+ by this time. So, as it appears, this is a very abnormal pregnancy and if my body doesn't expel it naturally, we will have to have re-schedule my surgery.

To be short, I thought I was okay, but I think devastated would probably be a better term for it. On the rational and spiritual side, I'm fine. I'm at peace and I understand that I don't always get what I want (wait...I don't?). This morning at 3:30 am however, the emotional side kicked in and it isn't so great. I thought I could escape it by reading (my usual escape), but it only worked temporarily. My kids were frustrating this morning and wouldn't get going. I finally told them they were on their own. I'm afraid they took a slice of bread to school for their lunch - that's the kind of mother I am today. My house is a mess and I have so much to do, I'm having a tough time finding that starting spot.

I realize that this will pass, and there are much worse things in the world - like leprosy - that's one I really wouldn't want. I also know things will get better - they always do, but today, I'm struggling. I guess today I haven't had everyone calling or stopping by, and I finally have the luxury of being sad and crying about it. Yesterday my phone rang and rang. Talking about it - doesn't really help. I'm just looking for some emotional healing that I know will take time, patience, and a few tears.

Create

I saw this video clip this morning and loved it - especially regarding not letting the critics paralyze.
Create

Update on our lives

Well, it has been a busy couple of weeks - they just seem to fly by lately.
First off - a couple of weeks ago, my husband and I got the chance to attend a concert of one of my favorite artists - Vienna Teng. She's a classical pianist and she's amazing. While trained as a classical pianist, her music is somewhere more along the lines of Norah Jones (but not so jazzy) and Tori Amos. She's a fantastic musician and the concert was truly a treat. We were able to meet her afterwards as well. We hadn't been on a date for ages, and this was definitely a great one!

This last week I ended up playing for a funeral, taught lessons, went on a field trip, went to the dr. office and ran errands and worked on getting some filing done. My husband recommended that we go paperless with all of our bills. Quite a daunting task, but I'm really falling in love with the idea. I just don't know why I thought I needed to save all of my trash/sewer bills from the past decade. What a revelation! So, I've been shredding and shredding old bills and statements and trying to tackle my bill hoarding problem. :)

While my husband hurt his hand a while back, and we recently got over the H1N1, he started running again this last week. Unfortunately, on Thursday while running, a bulldog came after him and as he turned to assess the situation, he sprained his ankle. I say - never a dull moment.

This weekend was one of the first free weekends we've had in such a long long time.
Since the weather was still nice, we decided to travel to the temple. While we usually attend a closer temple, we decided to travel a little farther.
My parents met us there and played with the kids while we enjoyed some time together in the temple. It's been a VERY long time since we've been able to go in at the same time. What a blessing it was to enter into the Lord's house and enjoy the sweet spirit of peace there and reflect on the covenants which I have made with God. After a great lunch/supper and goodbyes, we headed back home. While we enjoyed our book on tape, we decided to try a shortcut. Unfortunately, the shortcut, really wasn't a shortcut and at one point, the road completely disappeared. It just simply wasn't there. We ended up on a really old unused dirt road (right after dusk) and while our gps told us to turn again in 3.5 miles, we finally decided to hightail it out of there and head back the way we'd come. It added an extra hour onto our trip, but we enjoyed spending the day together, and were relieved to make it home in one piece. If we had hunted we could have just loaded up the car - there were SO many wild animals on the roads!
We spent yesterday in church and then spending time with some friends whom we haven't seen for a very long time. I ended up with the giggles and couldn't stop laughing for half of the evening. We collapsed once we finally got home.

Now... onto a new week filled with new adventures!

Class field trip

My daughter's class is doing a unit on the gold rush and on mining. I accompanied her class yesterday to their gold mining field trip. We went 1,100 feet into the mine and learned all sorts of nifty things.
Here's the mine

 

After the mine tour, they got to pan for gold.

 

The outhouse

 

The beautiful places we live

 

The mine shaft

 

 

Friends

 

Halloween Bats

It is nice when your kids want to be the same thing for Halloween - it cuts down on the brain work of how to make everything work. Our Halloween was gorgeous and we skipped out on the ward party so that we could celebrate our annual tradition of trick or treating in the village. The best part is that it is always from 1-4 pm. It was so warm we didn't need jackets, it was light outside and we could take our time and enjoy it. Later on, the kids visited some of our neighbors in the neighborhood, and then came home for hot cocoa, showers and bed.
Here's our daughter as she dressed up for the school parade.

 

I couldn't get a good shot of our youngest child at school, so we just get the black faces they decided to go with for the real thing!

 

Home Improvement time

I'm not sure what has exactly gotten into us. Maybe with that swine flu, we just had too much time on our hands to think about things, and stare at the walls.

Last week, my husband just decided to cut out a strip of drywall down our unfinished basement steps. We've since seen a snowball effect.

After he cut between the two studs, (opening access to the other side of our basement), we decided to re-arrange our bedroom, and move our bookshelves downstairs. We had moved the girl's bookshelves downstairs a couple of months previously as well.

Well - it didn't stop there. Our neighbor came by and gave us his expert opinion (that the wall wasn't going to fall down with further cutting) and my husband got busy.

Here he is sizing up his ideas:

 

Here's the second section he took out of the wall, along with part of the handrail:

 

So, while we were getting used to the novelty of having a small library downstairs, and having easier access, I got ambitious. On Friday I decided that I wanted to learn how to texture my wall, and so I did. It was actually quite fun and I learned a ton. As soon as it dried, I pulled out some paint (copper colored) and painted it up.
The girls thought it seemed to lead to a cozy inviting area. I'm just happy that it has some texture instead of being plain dirty wallboard, and a little personality as well.
Top looking down:

 

Down looking up:

 

While we thought we were done for a breath or two, I decided to move most of our main floor library downstairs as well. And we now have a nice cozy little reading area. It is just amazing how the removal of such a small piece of wallboard could snowbal this drastically, but I love it!

Sick, sick, sick

Well - we have (almost) survived the H1N1... cough cough. Almost there we hope.
Last Sunday our daughter would not get ready to church. After I figured out that she was sick, she and I went upstairs to snuggle up and watch some Veggie Tales (her choice obviously). She was so sick that she actually let me fix her hair. Here's the proof...

 

 

On Thursday night my fever broke and my husband and I went to a small cafe down the road for some lunch Friday afternoon. Ironically, the electricity went out while we were eating and we had to head out to the back to dine al fresco. It was nice to at least be out of the house for a couple of minutes!

 

I've surpassed myself!

I just found out that the recipe blog I began 8 months ago has already surpassed all the traffic I've had with this blog in the past 2.5 years...

I spoke too soon

So the stars aligned for a moment, and then scattered back into chaos.
Our oldest child was difficult on Sunday morning - not wanting to get ready for church. I pushed and pled and prodded, and then thought maybe I should shelve my agenda and start really listening. She didn't feel well. Since her actions were fairly singular, I decided to go with my gut and stay home with her (even though it was our primary program practice and I'm in charge of the singing). As the day went on, she got more and more sick. I was glad we'd stayed home. I identified it as H1N1 which has recently surged in the community. Our youngest seemed to feel well, so we sent her to school, but yesterday by the end of the day we just weren't so sure about her either. I took them to the Dr. office (so they could confirm what I already knew), and come to find out - all three of us have it! My husband came home with a terrible cough which had developed throughout the day, along with a headache, and he too has swine flu.

If you've wanted to get hold of us, and haven't been able to for a while, now would be an excellent time. We plan to make some road trips, maybe do some hikes (if we are up to it). Possibly finish up some painting and organization projects. We aren't all stuck in bed and feel mostly well as long as we've got some fever / pain reducer coursing through our veins.

On the good side, at least it is all at the same time, we can hang out and have fun together, and we've definitely felt much worse. Finally, we won't have to worry about getting it later since we are getting it out of the way now.

And the stars align

Some of you may remember that last year I blogged about my kid's problems with habitual tardiness. No, it doesn't really matter that we live less that a 2 minute brisk walk from the school - my kids are those habitually tardy ones. I've hated it, I've railed against it. I've put my kids half naked out on the porch with a pile of clothes and their backpacks trying to get them to school on time, I've even driven them naked to school while they hastily scrambled to get dressed in the back seat. Nothing seemed to be effective - they just didn't care Well, that was the before.

This year, finally, the stars have finally aligned and after a month of school, my kids still haven't been tardy yet - we are amazed! Such an improvement from last years all time high of 42 tardies. Yep, 42.

This year, we made some tough decisions and changed our morning routine. One great strategy I've found is to have our kids make their own lunches the night before (then they aren't complaining that they don't like peanut butter) and they lay out their clothes (everything) and pack the backpack the night before. It then becomes a no-brainer. What a simple solution - why didn't someone tell me this before?

The rest of our morning routine deals with my husband and I getting up very early and getting our exercising and getting ready out of the way. Our kids are out of bed somewhere between 6:00 - 6:30. While I finish getting ready, dad is the morning chef (with a kid approved menu). We then breakfast, while reading and discussing our scriptures together, and when dad leaves the girls both have 15-20 minutes to practice their piano. While one practices, the other can finish up homework, make their lunch (if not the night before) and focus on finishing up getting ready. Then they switch.

While kids definitely need their sleep, we found that getting them up earlier has been the total key. We have several evening activities that we've decided not to participate in. While very worthwhile, they end late, and we decided not to compromise on bedtime. It is music to our ears when our kids happily and voluntarily crawl into bed at 8:00 and ask to be tucked in.

While life is never perfect, and I know things will change - especially as our kids get older, I've never enjoyed a schedule so much! I figured I'd probably better record this as a reminder of some of the less turbulent moments when the stars did indeed, seem to align.

Halloween FHE

Our girls have been SO excited to decorate for Halloween this year.
Last week we decorated our pumpkins for FHE. Here's the documentary of the process

 

 

 

 

October 2009 General Conference Packet Link

Our church's semi-annual General Conference is being held today.
As my kids get older, we expect them to pay a little more attention and listen more and more. Here's a link for a conference packet for the October 2009 General Conference. It took me a while to find. Happy Conferencing!