Christmas memory

I was thinking tonight about which Christmases were memorable from my younger years, and remembered the Christmas when I was 15. It had been a sad year - Michael had just passed away in August, so just David, Nathan, and I were living at home. (Angela, Bruce and Staci had just moved to Texas, Alison, Quin, and Andrew had just moved to California, Matthew started his Freshman year at BYU, and Valerie had gone back to Utah State. I think that information is right anyway. It seemed like we had a lot of people leaving all at once.) The house had been really quiet, so I was so excited for the Christmas break when Matthew and Valerie would be home, and we found out that Alison, Quin, and Andrew were coming to be with us on Christmas too! We were so giddy! I remember driving around Salt Lake on Christmas Eve to look at Christmas lights, then we came home and danced to that silly record with "I'm Morris the Moose" and "Chris, Chris, the Christmas Tree" on it while we waited for the Soderquists to come. My memory is that it was almost midnight when they arrived, that we were just loud and so happy to see them, and that poor little 7-month-old Andrew was sick. I honestly don't remember much of anything after that, but the anticipation of knowing that they were coming was Christmas enough.

Our professional potty trainer

Adam learned how to use the bathroom back in October. We bought him some Skittles to use as potty treats and a new little potty that is just his size. Lindsey is going to be a professional potty trainer by the time she is a parent because she has been a really important part of Adam’s training! She likes to get his potty treats for him when he has earned them, she sits with him while he uses the bathroom, and she encourages him too. I have enjoyed seeing how much she wants to help him. Adam still likes someone to be with him while he uses the bathroom, and if I am unavailable because I am feeding Garrett or not home, he likes Lindsey to be with him. She is such a sweet, nurturing little girl.

Ethan's Halloween costume

It isn't Halloween anymore, but here is a litte story about Ethan. One of his distinguishing characteristics is that he wears his emotions on his sleeve. If he is sad we all know it, and if he is happy we all know it because energy absolutely exudes from him.

We have so many Halloween costumes now, that I decided I did not want to spend any money on them this year. Scott just pulled the costume box down about two weeks before Halloween, the kids looked through it, and they all found something they liked enough to wear. Ethan was a little pickier than Lindsey and Adam, and looked and looked through the box. At one point, he had on a Jedi robe, Batman’s belt, and knight gloves so that he could be a secret agent, but still did not seem quite satisfied. He did wear that costume to our Lewis Halloween party though. During the party Aunt Angela and Staci did some face painting. When I saw Ethan after a little while, I noticed that he had a big silver and blue “Y” on his forehead and nose. When we got home from the party that night, Ethan got this excited look on his face and said that he finally knew what he was going to be for Halloween – a BYU fan! It was fun to see him come to that conclusion on his own, and then to be so exuberant about it too. Ethan is a happy gift in our home.

I'm not his mother . . .

Justin has always been a clever little guy, and is developing a sense of humor that is so grown up. I have been on his case a little bit lately because if he is around, and I am critiquing something that Ethan is doing, Justin inevitably joins in and either repeats what I am saying, or pipes in with some follow-up comment. My response to Justin when he does this is that Ethan only needs one mother. After I say that, he leaves Ethan alone.

When we were at Scott’s work for trick-or-treating on Halloween, all of us but Scott were in his office passing out candy. I corrected something that Ethan did, and sure enough Justin joined in the correction. When I said my usual “Ethan only needs one mother”, Justin immediately came back with “I’m not his mother. I’m his mentor.” I wish I could come up with clever responses like that on the fly. Hmmm. I wonder if he had been practicing? It surprises me sometimes how quickly the kids are growing up and getting all clever on me. :)

Life is good

Okay, so I changed the name of my blog to "Life is good" and here is an explanation. A couple of years ago, Scott bought me a pair of pajama pants from Cabela's that had the slogan "Life is good" written on them. I like wearing those pajamas because they remind me that life is good. There is power in positive thinking. :) Even though I have stretchy things in my life, I also have so many things for which I am grateful - a husband that is so perfect for me, kids who are trying to be good little people, an extended family filled with people that I am so grateful to also call friends, some great friends outside of the family, and faith in my Savior and the healing power He can have in my life. Yes, life is good.

The Bronze Bow

I finished a book last week that I really enjoyed - "The Bronze Bow" by Elizabeth George Speare. She also wrote "The Witch of Blackbird Pond" which I have probably read 10 times because it is such a sweet love story told in colonial Massachussetts. You might call it my escape book. When I just want to lose myself in someone else's life, I pull it out. Knowing how much I enjoy that Speare book, and then the fact that "The Bronze Bow" is a Newberry winner, I bought it about two years ago.

I finally read it, and it was great! Long story short - it tells the story of a boy named Daniel who lives during the time of Christ. Because of some family tragedies, he gets caught up with a zealot group that is trying to free Israel from its Roman conquerors by force. The characters were believable and lovable - I especially thought the development of the hero's sister, Leah, was sweet, and the development of Daniel as he cared for his sister was touching. One of the things that I liked the most about reading it, was hearing about that time in Israel from the perspective of someone who was waiting for a Messiah - not the Messianic role that we recognize, but someone who would save them from Roman rule. Reading good things opens our minds and our worlds. I love it -

I'm public - eek!

I am so flattered that all of you would check in on me. :) I have honestly really, really enjoyed checking your blogs regularly since Labor Day when Kimberly showed me where they all were. I have felt some resistance to entering the blogging world - I guess it just seemed like another of the million things that I could do, but didn't feel like I had the time, and I was not really sure how I would use a blog. Anyway, I have softened because as I have looked in on your blogs more frequently, I think it is so sweet to hear about what you are thinking, and to hear little anecdotes about your kids. So, Valerie has made my entrance into blogdom very easy! (Thanks, Val!) She called me on a Sunday evening, asked for my google account password, and set me up.

Now I just need to work on coming up with things to write. . .

Hello, Valerie!

I just thought I would write you a little note since you are my sole blog-looker-atter. :) Sure think you are cute, and I love my new blog. I feel like I am taking the plunge into the modern world. Thank you for pushing me. :) Did you notice that I figured out how to change my picture? I actually had a really hard time finding one even in our photo archives - usually I am the one holding the camera.

I am still thinking of a title for the blog. "Pocket Moments" is very nice - maybe I just need to think of some really deep reason that it fits me and the reason for the blog. Hey, wait! Maybe I should name it after you! I can call it "Greetings, fair sister in Arkansas". How do you like it?

Hello--

I thought it was probably time to write a little update. We finished up with the three kids’ soccer seasons last week – which was sad to me. I love autumn, and it was so nice to be outside, to be with neighbors and family, and to be able to enjoy such beautiful weather while the kids got some exercise. Yay for the city recreation program! We also got to have Scott’s parents here with us Friday night, so they watched Lindsey’s last soccer game with us, then we enjoyed the BYU football game – well, some of us only really enjoyed the first two quarters when BYU was really thumping their opponent, but that is okay. Hopefully BYU will pop back with some energy tomorrow!

I LOVED conference weekend. As the economy has looked more and more precarious this week, I have been so grateful for the words of faith and peace that the brethren shared with us. I especially appreciated the words by Jeffrey Holland – I am paraphrasing a bit – that the latter days are not a time to fear and tremble, but a time to be faithful. As we prepare spiritually and temporally, then we do not need to fear. I have been so grateful for our ward’s emphasis on getting a year’s supply this year. We still have some work to do, but it feels so good to have our own little mini-welfare square in our basement. If anything happens, we can subsist on our unleavened wheat biscuits and refried beans for months! Yum! Hey, you did that for two years, didn’t you, David? ;) Oh, and Andrew is doing that right now! Maybe they eat better in Brazil though, because I have been to Tucanos, and their food is delicious.

Halloween is coming! I put some butcher paper ghosts up in our windows like Mom used to do (they are so cute!), and Scott helped the kids get the other decorations down last week. This time of year is so fun! It makes me want to be in the kitchen – to be able to look out the window and see our beautiful fall-colored mountains while I am baking something yummy and warm. Mmmmm. I am trying to figure out how we can not spend any money on Halloween costumes this year. Doesn’t that seem like a worthy goal? We have had a few too many years where we go down to Partyland in Springville, the kids will pick out a $30 or $40 costume, and then they won’t touch the non-refundable thing once we get home. No more of that! By the way, does anyone need a Boys’ size 8 Batman muscle costume? Staci? Matthew?