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Laughing through it

2011-10-16T20:07:00.000-07:00

You know that on my blog I like to show things as they really are. In that spirit I wanted to share our Sunday evening with you...

Casey and I just enjoyed a weekend away while my sister Kristina watched our girls for three days (with help from Grandma and Poopah next door.) They really had a great time and were very well taken care of. But I think being away from us for so long took its toll. They have been a little crazy last night and today. And Casey and I were up too late last night so we were not at our physical or mental best today.

So tonight they were going ballistic. Two banshees crying on the floor, obviously exhausted and it was only about 7pm. We had to practically hog tie them to brush their teeth. (And then the toothpaste made it look like they were foaming at the mouth which just added to the rabid dog scenario.) It was crazy and all I could do was laugh. And laugh. And thankfully Casey started laughing with me. Sometimes it's just so crazy that you get past the impatience and frustration and have to see the humor in the intensity of the situation. Because you know it won't always be like this.

Well the girls did not start laughing - they kept right on freaking out. They were pretty much past consolation so we decided to hop in the car and let them fall asleep on a drive. It didn't happen right away like I expected but it eventually worked and we will hopefully have more normal days ahead. Actually, I have no doubt that we will.

I also look around and my house is kind of getting away from me. I mean, there are little messes everywhere. But my stamina is low and so I'm learning to let things be right now, because again, it won't always be this way. Hopefully my nesting instinct will kick in and we'll be in ship shape before the baby comes.

But on a positive note...yesterday, after our two days together, Casey went climbing with some guys while I stayed home and organized photos on the computer. For about 4 or 5 hours straight. And I am DONE! Everything is in it's place and ready for me to make cool photo books for my girls which is my goal before Christmas. I had another marathon organizing session last month when Casey and the girls were at the ward Daddy-Daughter campout. I'm talking thousands of photos from our whole married life that were just thrown in folders for the most part.

So my kids may be crazy and my house may be a mess but my photo folders are not. :)

Extra love

2011-10-09T20:26:00.000-07:00

I am so grateful for the primary presidency in my ward. My Eva has a hard time going to Primary almost every week and they are so good to her. Each week the president or one of her counselors immediately comes to Eva (who is clinging to me) and asks her to come "help" them get something out of the closet or carry something from the library. She always comes away from Primary as happy as can be - she just needs extra help right now getting there.

Eva has taught me a lot. She can be challenging in so many ways. And sometimes I really struggle knowing what to do for her. I want her to be disciplined but sometimes I have to stop and realize that maybe she just needs a little extra love. And that's what her Primary leaders give her.

I don't cry a lot but I got a little choked up in Sunday School today thinking about their example of charity to my daughter. It would be easy to be annoyed with her, but they never are. And that's something I can learn from.

I read this quote last week on a blog I like. I'm trying to incorporate this concept into the way I treat my kids.

Children need love,

Especially when they do not deserve it.

~Harold Hulbert

That blog is Clover Lane. I'm trying to limit the blogs I read to ones that I really feel are worthwhile and this is one I've held on to for now. She is a thoughtful, opinionated, mother and I agree with her on a lot of things.

Saying No

2011-09-26T19:10:00.000-07:00

Today, while Eva was at preschool, Mae and I hit up 5 stores together. (I realized that's way too much to do when you're 7 months pregnant but we got a lot done.) Mae was a sweet and good companion but I found myself constantly saying no to her. No to each treat she saw. No to each toy. And I got so frustrated that there is so much JUNK in the world that turns me into a no-saying mom all the time. If we were surrounded by good choices I could be saying yes so much more. But as it is, the stores are full of things our bodies, minds and spirits don't need. And I have to say no a lot.

While I am indeed grateful for agency, sometimes I wish, when it came to trivial things, that we didn't have so many choices. I always want to feel like I'm getting the best deal or the best value and sometimes it becomes paralyzing. We have so many options! For food, for clothes, for entertainment. It makes it hard to just be happy with what you have because you find yourself wondering if you have what's best for your money. When we bought a bigger car recently I took a little time to decide on one make and model I wanted and I told myself I would just be happy with it no matter what. I didn't want to test a billion different types. I wanted to find something useful and reliable (and affordable) and be grateful for what I had. And so far it has been great.

I don't know if those two paragraphs exactly related to each other but that's what was on my mind tonight. I'm wondering if anyone feels the same way.

Notwithstanding My Weakness

2011-09-21T21:49:00.000-07:00

Wow. I had to think for a second what my blog address even was. It's been that long.

But anyway... I found a great article tonight and wanted to share it. It's called "Notwithstanding My Weakness" and it's by Elder Neal A. Maxwell (he was a seventy at the time.)

When I read this part I wanted to shout out loud. It spoke to my heart:

The scriptural advice, “Do not run faster or labor more than you have strength” (D&C 10:4) suggests paced progress, much as God used seven creative periods in preparing man and this earth. There is a difference, therefore, between being “anxiously engaged” and being over-anxious and thus underengaged.

Ha! I wanted to shout when I just read it again!

There is a lot of good insight in this article. Read it. Maybe I'll come back with more commentary. But for now I just had to share and now I have to go to bed.

We're having a BOY!

2011-07-16T22:02:00.000-07:00

We are so excited for this change in our family. We took the girls to the ultrasound with us and they were so sweet. They were smiling from ear to ear and each took turns coming over to grab my hand as I lay on the table.

Eva wants to name him "Flower Head" but we'd like to come up with something a little ... I don't know... shorter, less eclectic, more masculine. We'll see.

Anyway - that's our good news. And everything checked out good with him so that is the greatest blessing of all. He was measuring a little big so that means I'll either have him sooner or he'll be BIG! Let's hope I just have him sooner :) Although big babies seem to be more content so I guess I'll just take what I can get.

Slow roasted goodness

2011-07-09T22:26:00.000-07:00

Casey likes to tell me that the secret to a good grilled cheese, or other various foods, is slow roasted goodness. Meaning, take your time.

Lately I've been relating this to certain things with my kids. For instance.

The girls and I recently spent some time in Star Valley, WY with Casey's parents. (Casey had to stay home to work.) Two of the days we went to a neighborhood pool, where I observed a young college-age looking girl teaching swimming lessons to various little (4-5 year-old-ish) kids on rotation. It seemed so miserable because she spent most of the time trying to wrangle their attention. They weren't really getting anywhere with the lessons.

Last summer I took Eva to some swimming lessons taught by my good friend Krista. Eva was pretty timid about the pool (and group lesson situations) at that point so the lessons didn't really get her anywhere because she spent most of the time clinging to me. (I don't necessarily regret it because it was super cheap and I'd pay money to spend time with the illustrious Krista.) It wasn't the teacher's fault. Eva just wasn't ready. I realized then that all she really needed was more exposure to the pool. In a non-classroom atmosphere.

Fast forward to this summer where she is having a ball at the pool. She wears a life jacket and every time we go she tries out something new. Jumping in, going under, diving. Even taking off the jacket and just holding onto it to float. She is learning in her own way. Someday formal lessons will probably be a good thing for her. But at age 4 it's not what she needs.

Now Mae. I decided awhile back that I was going to get serious about potty training with Mae. I read about a method where you just take away diapers during the day and deal with the accidents until they realize what they are doing. It's supposed to only take a couple days. Well I didn't even last one morning. It was a mess and just didn't seem right for her. I remembered that with Eva we just started taking her to the bathroom in the morning and after naps when she'd wake up dry. And over time she just got it. So that's what we've been doing with Mae for a few weeks and it's working. She's even starting to tell us when she wants to try.

It's been so stress free for all of us. Joyful, actually. We are so excited for her and she is proud of herself and there is no fighting about it. It kindof eases me into the idea of having to take her potty in public, too. (Diapers are so much easier.)

SO, my point is, at least in these two instances, and at least in our family, slow roasted goodness has been the way to go. Your kid might excel at 4 year old swim lessons. They might do great with the potty-train-your-kid-in-a-day method. But this is what has worked for us so far. And I thought I'd put that out there for anyone who might need another way of seeing things.

It's easy for us as parents to see what other kids and families are doing and feel like we have to rush in and do them to. But I'm learning that I prefer to let them be little and let them ease into things. Instead of fighting and pushing and forcing and getting nowhere. Sure, being "potty trained" in a day sounds worth the effort but it might not be the way your kid works. And for our two girls it isn't. And for this mom it isn't.

So where have I been the last 3 months? Not blogging, no. But growing a baby as most of you already know. We find out on Wednesday what it is! I'll be back to share that news. And then I might just disappear again for awhile. My posts are boring anyway :)

Dear Diary

2011-04-03T21:21:00.000-07:00

Some people refer to their blog as their journal. I suppose I've come to that. Lots of writing. Little photos. Random and long. So read if you want to. But you have been warned :)

Something I've learned a lot in my YW callings over the last year is to have FAITH. I think this stems from the fact that I have been constantly having to push myself to do things that I'm not initially comfortable with. And faith is the only thing keeping me going sometimes.

I get stressed and worry and wonder how things will work out. But I say lots of little prayers, and work with the other leaders and things ALWAYS work out. It's kind of silly that I don't trust in faith more. I've had plenty of times where it has proven itself. But I'm still always a little bit amazed when things happen so well.

Conference weekend was nice. We started out by sleeping in a tent in the backyard. We watched Tangled and then the girls fell asleep pretty quickly. Mae kept waking up coughing and I finally took her inside where we slept much better (thanks to Vicks rubbed on her feet - works wonders!)

On Saturday Casey worked in the yard with a radio and the girls be-boppin' around him. I worked inside with the TV on. We BBQ'd with a bunch of his extended family that night.

Today we plunked the girls in front of Disney movies in another room so we could enjoy conference. Is that bad? (Mom, you can share your thoughts in the comments section :) I figure they are so very young and we can ease them into having an attention span for conference. In the past we have tried to have them in with us and we end up getting nothing out of it. So maybe next time I will try to have Eva listen to a talk or two, and then we'll build up from there.

This afternoon was chaotic because we didn't have them in the other room and no one was feeling well (lots of colds in our little fam.) Then Eva had this big blister on her toe that we popped (because I think it's actually a sliver, not just a blister.) She was freaking out. THEN she cut her finger with some scissors and was bleeding like crazy. Finally little sicky Mae fell asleep on the floor and Eva and Casey fell asleep on the couch. I was able to get the last half of the session in peace again. (I should mention I fell asleep earlier - don't want to rat out Casey without ratting out myself :) - like I said, we're all a little sick.)

I guess I share my conference weekend experience because it would be interesting to know what other little families do. So feel free to share. Oh! And I'm so excited for my sister Diane who will have a Temple closer to their family in Ft. Collins, Colorado. What a blessing! And I'm sure their hard work in their stake over the years has helped get their area to this point.

Let's see - what else is on the brain? My sister Kristina had a 9lb 14oz baby this week! Yes, my 5'3" sister had her 6th and by far her largest baby on Tuesday. And she is beautiful and precious as can be. Tessi Moana Puriri. I can't wait to hold her again. Gotta get us all well and go out and see her soon.

One last spiritchal thought. In President Eyring's talk to the Young Women last week, he spoke about living Testimonies. I'll quote from him a little... and highlight my favorite parts in bold and italics.

"But, like a growing plant, it must be nurtured or it will wither. Frequent and heartfelt prayers of faith are crucial and needed nutrients. Obedience to the truth you have received will keep the testimony alive and strengthen it. Obedience to the commandments is part of the nourishment you must provide for your testimony.

You remember the promise of the Savior: “If any man will do his will, he shall know of the doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself.”⁵

That has worked for me, as it will for you. One of the doctrines of the gospel I was taught when I was young is that the greatest of all the gifts of God is eternal life.⁶I learned that part of eternal life is to live together in love in families forever.

From the first time that I heard those truths and they were confirmed to my heart, I felt obligated to make every choice I could to avoid contention and seek peace in my family and in my home."

I just really liked that concept that once you are given the truth you need to make your actions align with that truth.

Someone today spoke about how God will give testimonies to those who will share them. I like that idea too. The part that freaks me out the most about YW (besides everything :) is teaching. I'm not very confident in my teaching abilities. But I started thinking that above all I just need to make sure I bare my testimony about the principles I am teaching. If the girls come away hearing my heartfelt testimony of truth then hopefully their time will not have been wasted. And hopefully I'll be blessed with more testimony as a result. And become a better teacher as a result of that :)

Don't you think this conference's big focus was Christlike service? That's what I got out of it overall. Can't wait to go back and read those talks.

Gushing

2011-03-01T21:51:00.000-08:00

Today I spent some time back in my old 'hood. (Like it's that far away :) I went to a bread class taught by an awesome lady from the ward I grew up in. I got to see my BFF's mom in the cul-de-sac and give her a hug. I got to see one of my YW leaders and tell her how much I appreciate her (even more now that I'm in her old shoes.)

I have very deep feelings of gratitude for where I grew up and who I was surrounded by. I think I spent a lot of time wondering if it would've been cooler to grow up in a big city, or in Cali, or something else. But really, I am grateful we got out of Victorville, CA and made it to Santa Clara, UT.

The SC 7th ward was the best. I had lots of good friends my age. Cool parents and cool older folks who were fun to be around and cared about me and my family. It felt like a real ward family. I know not all teenagers are so lucky.

The lady who taught the bread class was amazing. She gave this FREE class where she handed out FREE knowledge, FREE crazy delicous bread, and FREE supplies (including this cool dough razor thing to slash the tops that she fashioned from a razor blade and a bamboo skewer.) She does it because she's passionate about making wholesome food for your family and being prepared. And did I mention that the bread was crazy delicious? Wish me luck in recreating it. I'm going to work on it.

This woman, if I'm not mistaken, has 12 kids. Her house is not spotless. It's not decorated fancy. She is not a fashionista. But she is a real woman. Full of love and service and goodness.

Also, tonight I got to play "Just Dance" on the Wii with the Laurels. I kind of had to restrain myself from taking every turn. I love to dance y'know. We had fun. And my sweet Laurel advisor (whose home we played in) had food ready and awards to give the dancers. She did this without any planning or help from me. I am still trying to get my bearings in the calling and she (and many others) are picking up my slack. She is another woman I completely admire. She's made her home a gathering place and she is, to me, the definition of nurturing. I hope my home is like that when I have teenagers. Plus she never takes the credit for anything. Just gives and gives and enjoys it.

Okay have I gushed enough? I'm just grateful for the life I've been blessed with. Not that I always recognize it, but I have these moments of complete bliss thinking about my days growing up in Santa Clara. And my young mom days in the Washington Fields.

(And thanks to Karin for watching Eva while I learned to make bread today. And Casey for taking Mae who was a little sick. She took a nap in his office :)

I don't want this to sound trite but I can't not include my own amazing mother when talking about these other great examples. She helped make the SC 7th what it was (and is.) She was an awesome YW leader herself - even living it up at camp even though she is NOT a camper. She also makes things that are crazy delicious and is nurturing and gives and gives (and gives!) and enjoys it. I really really miss her and can't wait until May 20th when she comes back!

And now since no rambling post is complete without a random photo or two...
Casey had this awesome nasty hair after laying on the bed for awhile tonight. I took his picture and told him to give me an 80's face. To picture saxophones playing in the background. He tried :)

And he's cute.

I'm baaaack

2011-02-24T21:07:00.000-08:00

It feels wrong to post again without an explanation for my absence. I don't really have one other than I just haven't felt like it. So here goes...

Last year brought with it a lot of growth for me. So at the first of this year I found myself wondering what 2011 had in store. I got my answer pretty quickly in the form of a call as Young Womens president at the end of January. Yikes - I know. I barely look older than a Laurel. (And probably barely act it too :)

But over the last couple of weeks, and the last few days in particular I've had some thoughts as to why I may have been called.

While we have an incredible group of girls, we have a few with some major challenges in their young lives. Do I feel equipped to tackle those challenges with them? Not at all, really. And it's because of my lack of skill that I will be turning to the Lord for answers on a daily basis. Which is what He wants out of His children, right? If I were coming into this feeling like "no sweat, I can handle it" I probably would rely too much on my own strength and not do certain things that our Heavenly Father would want me to do for these girls.

It's not that I'm paralyzed with feelings of inadequacy. I'm ready to go to work. But I also recognize that I have A LOT to learn and know that if I have faith, I can improve in areas (so many areas!) where right now I come up short.

God is our source of power and when we forget that and rely on our own strength (or weakness, really) we struggle, suffer, and don't succeed. But if we're serving Him and have faith, He will give us the ability to do what we need to do.

And we'll enjoy it! My mom said awhile back that even our hobbies are only meaningful in the context of the gospel. And I don't mean that if you like to crochet (what a random example) you can only enjoy crocheting if you're doing it for a church activity. But if you are living in harmony with God's plan, everything you do will have more meaning. And the things that don't matter will fall away. (Feel free to explain that better in the comments Mom :) Love you!)

So I understand this concept of putting my faith in God and going to Him for answers, but that doesn't mean it comes easy for me. I struggle with it every day. Struggle with making good use of my time and keeping the Spirit with me to receive answers. But hopefully I'll get better as time goes by and will do the things He wants me to do for these girls because that's what it's all about.

And here are my cute kids:

Eva's in a BYU cheerleading outfit we are "borrowing" from a cousin (we've had it for months now!) Go Jimmer! Thanks to my nephew Joel I even know who that is. We don't really follow sports around here :) But Eva sure likes saying "Go BYU!"

Bloggers Give Back

2010-12-06T20:52:00.000-08:00

My friend Kelly's aunt and uncle's house burned down over Thanksgiving weekend. They are both school teachers close to retiring and now they have lost everything.

Please check out this website and head back on Dec. 15th and 16th to bid on some great items to benefit this couple. (You can read about them by clicking the "2010 Family" tab at the top of the website.)

If you have any goods or services you'd like to donate, email the details to bloggersgivebackproject@gmail.com

Spread the word and share the love!

Angry Dance

2010-11-17T21:40:00.000-08:00

When I get frustrated with myself and all that I'm not doing, I think of this scripture* and this video:

which is based on this video:

(and I'm pretty sure that is how Casey feels when he doesn't get to go climbing enough - minus the cigarettes and beer. and flashbacks.)

* 2 Nephi 4:28: Awake, my soul! No longer droop in sin. Rejoice, O my heart, and give place no more for the enemy of my soul.

The Prophet

2010-11-12T22:24:00.000-08:00

I recently bought President Monson's biography, with the intent of reading it and then sending it to my mom. But it's so huge that I might not get through it before they get home in June. So I'll be sending it sooner.

I've been reading sections, though and tonight Casey and I went to fireside given by the author Heidi Swinton, at the Tabernacle. (We sat in a sea of white hair - it was awesome :)

She shared a story that I want to share. (It may be in the book but I haven't found it yet.)

One night President Monson was leaving a hospital after administering blessings. He was impressed to ask a man on the elevator how he was doing. The man shared his concern about his young grandson who was in the hospital and not doing well. The man was on his way to find someone to help give the boy a blessing. President Monson said "I'm your man" and followed him back to his grandson.

The boy's father was there, but was not worthy to participate in the blessing. President Monson called him over and asked him to stand right by him so that the boy would know his father was there and that the father could feel the spirit of the blessing.

It makes me tear up just thinking about President Monson's (and our Heavenly Father and Savior's) love for this lost sheep. He didn't shun him. Didn't judge him for not being worthy. He respected the man's role as this boy's father and saw him as a valuable soul.

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The main thing I have been reading about is President Monson's apostolic ministery in East Germany during the Cold War. It is fascinating and faith promoting.

He showed such respect for the leaders of this communist country and all of their rules and restrictions, that they grew to trust him and the church.

Can you believe that a temple was built behind the Iron Curtain in 1983? It's nothing short of a miracle. And later missionaries were allowed to serve in East Germany and East German's were allowed to leave to serve missions abroad. Amazing, considering the communist leaders tight-fisted rule. And soon after that, the wall came down. Most people never thought they'd see the day.

The faith of the German saints helped work miracles in that part of the world. And President Monson was there every step of the way.

I have a testimony that he is a prophet of God, going about doing good and ministering just as the Savior did.

Broken Bone

2010-11-01T19:33:00.000-07:00

Casey has never broken a bone. I have never broken a bone. Eva hasn't either. But now Mae has.

Poor little girl fell off our bed while sleeping Friday night. She was inconsolable for awhile, but Casey eventually gave her a blessing and she was able to sleep. She was grumpy the next day but cheered up as the day went on and had a good night trick-or-treating.

Anyway...we finally decided to have her checked out this afternoon and her collar bone is broken. There isn't much you can do about it (which is why I didn't rush her to the hospital right away - I didn't think they'd be able to do anything.) She has a sling, but of course won't keep it on.

The doctor said she'd be healed up in 3 weeks and wouldn't have permanent damage. Thank goodness.

Mae was so cute at the doctor's office. She even smiled at the "camera" when they did her x-ray.

I've never worried about my kids getting hurt by falling off the bed, but now I'll be a little more careful.

The Book of Life

2010-10-10T20:15:00.000-07:00

Today I was listening to the hymn "Dearest Children God is Near You" and something caught my attention. The second verse says:

Dearest children, holy angels
Watch your actions night and day,
And they keep a faithful record
Of the good and bad you say.

While I like the song, I'm not sure I believe that verse. I don't think there is a big book of life where everything we've done or not done is recorded. I think who we have become by the end of our mortal lives will be how we are judged. And of course who we have become has everything to do with all the good and bad we say. We must cherish virtue. We must keep progressing. And the Lord will see by who we've become if we have done our part. And all the good and bad we do will either get us closer to that person or push us away from them.

I like this quote from Elder McConkie:

"In a real, though figurative sense, the book of life is the record of the acts of men as such record is recorded in their own bodies. It is the record engraven on the very bones, sinews, and flesh of the mortal body. That is, every thought, word and deed has an affect on the human body; all these leave their marks, marks which can be read by Him who is Eternal as easily as the words in a book can be read...." (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, 1966, p 97)

I also believe our spiritual health can affect our physical health and that negative things we hold onto can slow our spiritual progression. And it will be evident in our physical bodies. Maybe not visible with the eye, but the Savior will be able to read it in our countenance.

I just thought I'd open that topic up for discussion. Because if there is any indication in the scriptures or from modern prophets that all the good and bad we say is written down by angels, I would like to see it and happily change my opinion. I mean, I've often thought we'd be able to see a movie of ourselves after we die, and I'm sure something like that will exist, or our memories will be quickened or something. But I'm sure it's greater technology than anything we have now. And I don't think we'll be sitting there watching it with Heavenly Father as He takes notes. He'll already know us.

PS - the girls are finally sharing a room thanks to a great daybed find on Craigslist. They take forever to go to sleep though. (Especially Mae who says "I no shleeeep." It's cute :) So I have been singing to them at night. Tonight it was for probably 45 minutes. I just pull out a hymn book and start singing. I'm finding that it's a wonderful thing for me. It's teaching me patience, I'm singing them the gospel, and the singing itself is therapeutic. And I feel like it's quality time with them and it keeps me from wasting time on other things that I often find myself doing at night (like um...reading blogs.)

Forever Young

2010-09-12T20:50:00.000-07:00

Last night we helped my brother-in-law Ben throw a surprise 30th birthday party for my sister MaryAnn.

The theme: 1995 Stake Dance

Footloose Prom meets Napoleon Dynamite

totally up for interpretation

If you know me you know I love an occasion to dress like a weirdo and I love a dance party. So I was all over this.

We had it at their church and decorated with crepe paper, twinkle lights and spray-painted silver stars strung across the gym. A guy in their ward rocked as our DJ. Oh, and I can't forget the refreshment table complete with a punch bowl (recognize it Mom?)

I hit up the D.I. and found a lovely pale pink number and even a black velvet bolero jacket (Jessica McClintock brand, yo) with shoulder pads. I tried to fluff my bangs but I just don't have the skills anymore. They were flat by the time I got to the church.

My outfit was so ambiguous that some people probably thought I was serious. It's hard to capture the 90's because it's not that over-the-top (like the 80's) and lots of people are still sporting it. Ah well. Shoulder pads are fun.

Oh, but Casey! Casey was perfect in his jeans, white shirt, tie, mullet wig and top hat a la this guy from Better Off Dead.

(The great thing about a Napoleon-esque theme is that you can pull in 80's references and it totally fits.) I felt like Summer Wheatley.

Channeling Debbie Gibson...

The big surprise - she had no idea!

Kristina showing her girls how to get DOWN!

Adam surprised Karin by showing up in a denim shirt and his old glasses, while she was rocking the jean skirt and bangs. They seriously looked just like their engagement photos.

I can't believe how cheesy I look in this picture but I guess it fits the persona I was going for that night.

The Birthday Girl and Ben

This last picture is for Poo-pah "because we've all got Daddy's nose" :)

I love my family! We love dancing together. The only thing that would've made the night better is having Liz and Diane's families and our parents there. And our long lost brothers if we could ever get them to visit :) But there will be plenty more times to dance together because in case you didn't know, Bluncks Were Born to Boogie!

Happy Birthday to MaryAnn!

PS - I had to stop at the grocery store after the party, still in my party clothes. I got some interesting looks and one older couple asked me if I had just come from my own wedding? They told me I looked beautiful so I didn't tell them my outfit was a joke :) I also ran into a high school friend and had to explain the shoulder pads, and then a girl in line asked me what was going on, as she'd seen a bunch of people dressed up all over town. I told her there was a high school homecoming that night but that I wasn't a part of that :) But I could've been 15 years ago!

Happy Birthday Mae!

2010-09-04T21:35:00.000-07:00

Today was a good day. We had pancakes with candles, Skyped with Grandma and Poopah in Armenia, played on the beach at Sand Hollow Reservoir and then barbequed with my Southern Utah sisters and their families.

Somewhere in there we forgot to wrap and give Mae her presents. Have I mentioned before how grateful I am that we moms have a few years of practice before our kids really know what's going on and what we're forgetting?

Either way, I think Mae felt loved. She and Eva were so excited to wake up and find balloons and a birthday banner hanging up. And they'll love opening presents tomorrow :)

This was when everyone was singing to her. Happy as can be!

The Unicorn Crew

Eva and her BFF-Cousin Tiari

Mae is the youngest cousin (for now) on my side and she is so loved as the baby of the family. Mae is such a joy. So easy to please and so much fun. She is good at making Eva laugh and they are playing well together lately. Happy Birthday Mae!

And while I'm at it, Happy Birthday to my nephew Jake! And sister Liz yesterday!

Casey and I celebrated also our 8th anniversary on Tuesday. Holy Cow! I didn't feel like doing the dinner and a movie thing so we went mountain biking that night and it was so fun.

I don't really do the mush on my blog but I do love my man!

Yes, I wear a dorky skateboarding helmet when I bike.

Design Mom

2010-08-26T22:15:00.000-07:00

No, not that Design Mom.

I like to joke that "it's a good thing I got my degree in visual technology so I can design the weekly Relief Society Bulletin" (or used to anyway). Hahaha.

Since becoming a stay-at-home mom I haven't done much designing - a wedding invitation here and there, some Christmas cards. Not even my own blog - sheesh!

Sometimes I think back on my college education and wish I would've explored more of the domestic arts. Those bread-making classes that sounded so boring back then would be so useful now. I knew being a full-time mom was my goal, I just wasn't really into preparing for it back then.

But anyway, I'm actually pretty glad I chose the degree I did. For one, I have a better understanding of (and appreciation for) what my husband does every day. And for another, it's fun to be able to do things like this:

Shirts for our little neighborhood preschool. I have a friend with a vinyl cutter and heat press - sweet!

Eva cried at first that the whole thing wasn't pink. But she's digging it now.

Now, to spruce up this blog...

Growing Up

2010-08-20T21:55:00.000-07:00

Lately I've realized that some of the things that drive me nuts about Eva are some of the things I love about her. I know that doesn't make sense, but I'll try to explain.

She is very particular about her clothes. And I've given up trying to be in control in that area (to a certain degree of course - I'm big on modesty you know ;) She wears the same dress to church every Sunday and doesn't like the ties to be tied in the back. Sometimes I try to sneak in a loose tie so she won't notice but will look a little less raggamuffiny. She has other cute dresses, but I've stopped buying her any more because she just won't wear them. (And when you narrow it down, who needs more than one church dress?)

She won't wear shorts (unless they're these spandex ones that are supposed to go under a skirt, - she likes them alone, but the 80's are back right?) or capris, or jeans. She loves skirts. Tonight she came out in her selected "jammies": striped t-shirt with striped pants that are way too small for her.

She won't let me do her hair. So I just make sure it's combed and let it be. Lately she's asked for a pony tail, but she pulls it out after half an hour.

So I'm not going to be the mom with the kids in cute clothes with slicked back hair and matching bows, but I'm okay with that. That wasn't the child I was given.

And I really love her for it. I love that she has an opinion. And I shouldn't be surprised by most of this. I'm not really fussy when it comes to clothes and hair either. I like my standard things, over and over.

So I guess I should say that the things that USED TO drive me nuts about Eva are things that I've grown to love about her. She is a wonderful daughter, full of love and excitement and I'm so happy to be her mom.

Mae is just groovy right now. When she shows signs of the Terrible Two's I just think "meh, it'll pass." Life is much different with your second child. And she's a pretty mellow one anyway.

*The pictures above are from Eva's first day of our little co-op preschool. She's loving it. Mae had to walk her down the street carrying her doggy purse since Eva had a backpack. I sure love my girls!

A new goal

2010-08-09T21:16:00.000-07:00

Last night I found myself reading an article about how Jennifer Aniston doesn't think women need men to raise children. It was ridiculous in so many ways. And I thought to myself "there are people whose entire careers are devoted to reporting about celebrities lives." Isn't that pathetic? And I help perpetuate their "work" every time I click on a dumb link talking about a dumb movie star (or even worse, people who are celebrities for no real reason.)

I don't think I read celebrity gossip that much, but reading any of it is more than I need to. So I'm vowing to not read any stupid celebrity gossip for a year. (I'm only saying a year to give myself a tangible goal. Hopefully it will evolve into never reading any again.)

The end.

I am His daughter

2010-08-09T20:23:00.001-07:00

Hey there folks. It's been awhile.

This summer has been so busy. I have so much to blog about, but I probably won't get to it all. Here's a couple little tidbits.

My 10 year reunion. Awesome. It really was so fun and I'm convinced that people should go to their reunions and face their pasts, good or bad. My past was mostly good, but the reunion was still a therapeutic experience for me.

Bryce Canyon Half Marathon. Cool. (Finished in 2 hrs. 13 minutes.) Right after it was over I couldn't decide if the glory was worth the effort. But I enjoyed it and plan to shoot for the Snow Canyon Half in November. I haven't run at all since Bryce Canyon so I need to get back to business. Part of the reason I stopped running was because of...

Girls Camp. Amazing! I really truly enjoyed myself and felt so blessed to be there. My ward, YW and leaders included, are the BEST! Everyone was so helpful and had great attitudes. Our theme was "Loyal to the Royal Within" and I truly felt the love of my Heavenly Father as one of His royal daughters. I think everyone up there did. I feel so blessed to work with some of the coolest women I know and some awesome Priesthood leaders as well. I've learned so much from them.

I heard this song at camp and it immediately brought me to tears. I had to share it with you and that is the reason I am blogging tonight.

Our Stake Presidency gave a fireside the first night and I found myself wishing I was as good a public speaker as our stake president. But then I wondered, is that what I am supposed to be? I don't know. But I want to be whatever my Heavenly Father wants me to be. Because that's the only way to reach my greatest potential. There are so many traits and talents I could try to develop. Many of them just things I admire about other people. But I don't want to waste energy if it's not what I'm supposed to do. Thankfully, He can help me know what to focus on (and when), and then I will find the greatest joy in developing whatever characteristics I need to.

Isn't that wonderful? Life can be so confusing and it's such a blessing to know we can find guidance for every facet of it. Because we all know there are good, better and best things we can be doing. And figuring out which is which is often difficult, if we're trying to do it alone.

One more thing. Today Eva was looking through these cute journals we made the girls for camp. There were several quotes in them and she pointed to one and asked what it said. I read to her: "I pray with all my heart that your faith will be increased that you are a daughter of a loving God. I testify to you that you have been one of the valiant ones to reach the point where you now are in this journey of life." (President Henry B. Eyring).

And it struck me that I am raising valiant spirits. Born in the latter days (even more latter than the ones I was born in :) What a huge responsibility. It's made me realize I need to slow down and be more patient because these girls of mine could (will!) someday be doing wonderful things in God's work. And I'm the one (along with their wonderful father) who needs to teach them how to get there. And I don't know that I'm doing that great of a job. They deserve more from me. So I'm going to try harder.

Ah...that is all for now. Thanks for listening if you've gotten this far.

And thanks to Casey for hacking my blog - birthday style. And for all your kind wishes. It's good to be 28.

Happy Birthday to Kelly!

2010-07-23T07:59:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday to the best wife, sister, mom, friend out there!
We love you Kel!

My Mountain Man

2010-07-06T13:28:00.000-07:00

Last week Casey hiked Mt. Whitney in California. It's only the highest summit in the lower 48.

He organized a group of 12 and made sure everyone had the right gear and training to get up there in one piece. I'm kind of proud of him. I usually think of myself as the "leader" in the family, but he's a leader in his own way.

I'm also kind of proud of myself. I don't do well when Casey is out of town. But I tried really hard not to complain about this trip and I made sure I kept busy and organized so I wouldn't get depressed. (It was only 3 days, but that's how much of a baby I am.)

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. They're, well, breathtaking.

(They got to slide down this snow field on their bums :)

On my mind right now:

2010-06-26T19:47:00.000-07:00

My legs! We ran 10 miles yesterday (the great majority being downhill) and my legs are SORE. I finally signed up for the Bryce Canyon half marathon so it's official. This has been a fun adventure so far, seeing what I'm capable of (and let me assure you it hasn't been easy. But I am grateful that my body can do this right now). Note to self though: stretch out better next time. Don't you love when your legs are so sore that they feel huge and muscular and then you look down and they're their same old wimpy selves?

My phone. For a while now I've been debating whether or not to ditch the home phone and join the cell phone ranks. Well, the home phone broke this week and rather than go buy a new one I decided to take the cell phone plunge. I'm old fashioned and don't like cell phones, but I'm getting used to it. And starting next Friday my home phone number will be my cell phone number, so no one has to learn a new number for me. (Brian Regan switch flipper anyone? Why does it take a week to switch it? Can I switch it for you? Goooo Switch Flipper! :)

First photos with my phone (blurry but cute.)

Dance class advice?

2010-06-11T21:11:00.001-07:00

At the last minute this morning I signed Eva up for a summer dance class. She has always loved to dance. Especially ballet (thanks in part to Angelina Ballerina.)

But she was absolutely clingy in the class and would not leave my side, nor would she do anything the teacher said, even thought I was right there doing it with them.

She's this way with all new things (she still even pouts a bit when we drop her off in Sunbeams every week) so I decided to stick with it and hope she gets used to it and grows to love it.

I just wondered if anyone out there has had similar experiences and if things turned out okay. I don't want it to turn into a big ordeal (because it made me kind of cranky the rest of the day.) But I want her to stretch herself and gain courage.

Women Who Rock My World: Kaydence

2010-06-07T22:02:00.001-07:00

Kaydence and I met each other through a "Family Matters" Fan chat room. I love Eddie Winslow and she loves Waldo Geraldo Faldo, so we figured we could double date.

Actually, she is the intelligent and articulate wife of my high school friend Jed. I found her blog last year and we found some common interests and started emailing back and forth, sharing our frustrations with motherhood, among other random things.

Since she lives in New Mexico, our friendship mostly has to be a non-romantic version of "You've Got Mail," but I quite enjoy it.

We got to hang out in person last week, as they were in town for our 10 year reunion, and it was good times. We shared Thai food, Zumba, swimming and bouncy houses.

Kaydence is opinionated, educated, talented and beautiful. I don't really feel like I can keep up with her, but I'm grateful she lets me be her friend regardless.

Counting My Blessings Again!

2010-05-18T20:32:00.000-07:00

We had our big YW Camp fundraiser tonight. We were lucky enough to combine with the Activities Committee and Relief Society to turn it into a ward party extravaganza. Dinner, Bake Sale, Silent Auction of Goods and Services (by the Young Women and other generous ward members.)

The tally isn't in yet but I'm pretty sure we've made enough to have a rockin' camp. And I'm feeling GOOD because this whole thing was hard but I made it through it and am feeling ready to tackle camp planning. And the thanks goes to Heavenly Father first and not far behind, my friends and fellow leaders. This kind of thing could not possibly be done alone. And it all went so well because of everyone else.

And I can't forget the Young Women themselves. We had them do facepainting and teach the kids some camp games so their parents could relax and buy lots of stuff :) And they just took it and ran with it. We didn't have to check in on them; there were no whiners or complainers. And the kids had a blast. (Including my two little ones who had pink flowers on each cheek.)

One more shout out to my dear Casey who took care of the girls at the party without an ounce of complaining. I scored in the husband department.

Did I mention I also came away with some babysitting deals and other sweet goods from the auction?

It was a GOOD NIGHT!

Sometimes you have to go through a little fire to find out what you're made of. And find out that we are not meant to do things alone.

Counting My Blessings

2010-05-11T21:42:00.001-07:00

• My husband for always picking up my slack and letting me breath at the end of the day.

• My fellow Young Women leaders for also picking up my slack and helping me immensely as I try to find my groove in this calling. (It has not been easy for me.)

• My little girls who do silly things like put on mom's and dad's shirts. (Yes, Casey's shirt has a sasquatch playing frisbey on it.) I love when they do things together.

• My sweet parents who are daily setting a good example so I know that I, too, can do hard things.

Today was not the best day for me, mentally. But now that it's over and all is well, I remember I have a lot to be grateful for.

Oh, let me add: Eva doing a dance for my visiting teachers today. She can be so shy and yet so brave sometimes. I was so proud of her on Sunday when she went up to sing with the Primary for the first time. She was beaming and waving and glowing. And then more kids started crowding in around her and she looked so bewildered. It was sad and also hilarious. But she stuck with it and didn't cry until she got back to the bench. I couldn't ask for more :)

Iron Man St. George

2010-05-03T22:08:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading a guys blog posts about his experience at St. George's first Iron Man Triathlon. He was so complimentary of our city, the people and the organization of the race. It made me feel so proud!

I didn't volunteer at the race this year but I am definitely doing it next year! My sister Liz and I were able to go downtown to see some of the athletes transition from cycling to running. It was awesome and the energy in the air was contagious. I love being in places where big things are going on and everyone is excited about the same thing. And I can't wait to feel more a part of it as a volunteer. I'm amazed they pulled it off so well this first time around. Go St. G!

That's all - just had to share my excitement.

And though I won't be competing in a triathlon anytime soon (since doggy paddling probably wouldn't go over well in the swim portion, among other reasons) I have been running with my friends Amber and Rebecca and we're planning on doing the Bryce Canyon Half Marathon in July. Thanks to these girls for keeping me motivated!

Ice Cream Cake Roll

2010-05-02T10:36:00.000-07:00

(Notice how Casey & Eva are making the same face in the 1st picture, and Casey & Mae in the second :)

Here's one more recipe that I've made recently. Casey's favorite thing to have on his birthday is ice cream cake roll. I've made it a few times but this recipe turned out better than any others. I used parchment paper instead of wax paper and it seemed kindof weird but it turned out great! It could LOOK better but it TASTED good.

Sweet Cuppin' Cakes

2010-04-29T21:39:00.000-07:00

Earlier this month, my friend (and VT partner) Catherine and I threw a bridal shower for one of our VT girls, Kati, who is getting married on Saturday! We are so excited for her!

I made 3 different kinds of cupcakes and thought I'd share the recipes, because they were gooood. I did some testing the week before and tried a couple not-so-good recipes. (And bought self-rising flour for one of them - when will I ever use that again?)

The first was my favorite chocolate mousse cake but in cupcake form. I've decided it's better as a layer cake, but still good. (Recipe below.) My sister-in-law Amy came up with the brilliant idea of squeezing the mousse into the cupcake with a pastry bag and tip. Then you cover up the hole with frosting. (This was the awesome cake served at our wedding and invented by my talented mama!)

The second was this recipe for Coconut Cupcakes from MarthaStewart.com. Only I didn't use the Seven Minute Frosting. I'm not a huge fan of it. I just found a basic buttercream frosting recipe and used coconut milk instead of regular milk. And I used unsweetened coconut in the cake, but sweetened on top. It seemed a little icky sweet otherwise.

And the third was Strawberry Cupcakes using the following fabulous recipe from my sister Liz's friend Keri ('s dog's uncle's aunt's best friend from college). You need to read the frosting recipe because she's funny :)

At the last minute (literally) I had the idea of cutting strawberries into heart shapes to put on top of the strawberry ones. Ah for CUTE! :) I still really need help in the frosting department. It's so hard to get the consistency right (soft butter, but not too soft and not too firm, etc.)

Anywho, just thought you'd enjoy these. I sure did :)

Chocolate Cake:

Blend 1 box Butter Recipe Chocolate Cake mix, 1 large chocolate instant pudding mix, 1 cube soft butter, 1 1/2 cups water and 4 eggs. Beat 4 minutes. Bake at 350, in greased cake pans, timed according to size of pan. (About 30 minutes.)

Turn out onto wire rack and wrap in plastic wrap while still warm. Freeze. While cake is partially frozen, slice each layer and spread with chocolate mousse. Frost with chocolate frosting.

Chocolate Mousse:

Sprinkle 1 tsp gelatin over cold water. Let stand 1 minute. Add 2 TB boiling water and stir until dissolved.

Stir together: 1/2 C sugar, 1/4 C cocoa. Add 1 C cream (one small carton), 1 tsp vanilla. Start beating slowly, drizzle in the gelatin and continue beating until stiff. Chill 1/2 hour.

Hershey's Chocolate Frosting:

6 TB softened butter

1/2 C cocoa

2 2/3 C powdered sugar

1/3 C milk

1 tsp. vanilla

Blend well. Makes 2 cups.

Wild Strawberry Cuppies

Makes 36 beautifully round, moist cupcakes.

16 oz. strawberries, destemmed

4 eggs

1 3/4 c. sugar

1/2 c. butter

1 t. vanilla

1 1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

3 c. flour

Place first four ingredients in a blender. Blend until fully pureed. Pour into a large bowl and mix with remaining ingredients. Spoon into cupcake wrappers. Bake at 325 degrees for 18-20 minutes, or until tops spring back when lightly touched. Allow to cool. Frost with recipe below.

Sweet & Pure Strawberry Buttercream

3/4 c. fresh strawberries, destemmed

1/2 c. butter

1 tsp. vanilla

2 lb. powdered sugar

Over a large bowl, crush the strawberries in your hands. Allow juice & pulp to fall into bowl. Sniff fingers. Lick fingers. Wash hands. Add remaining ingredients & beat well with an electric mixer. Frost cooled cupcakes. Allow to set at room temperature.

More California

2010-04-23T11:47:00.000-07:00

Here we have Eva basking in the California sun, on her way to a trip around a Small World.

If Mae had her way, she would've stayed on the "hee hees" all day long (we did ride it several times). When I asked her to smile she gave me this, and that's about how intensely happy she was to ride the carousel!

My cute cousin Kim and her little family met up with us in the afternoon. My girls loved playing with Amelia, who is FULL of spunk! Kim and I haven't seen each other in years. She's been living all over (including a couple stints Down Under) and is currently residing in L.A., so she's one of those lucky Disney season pass holders.

Eva loved the carousel as well.

We took turns riding Thunder Mountain, which used to be my favorite ride. It was after this and later Space Mountain (where I closed my eye 90% of the time) that I realized that I'm now an old mom. Roller coasters are not my fave and I'm content saving spots in line or grabbing food to keep people happy. And I'm okay with that realization.

While Brad and Kim rode Thunder Mtn, we were entertained by Amelia's dancing. She had strangers stopping to watch. I joined in for a moment.

This brings us to the Princess Fantasy Faire. Blech. Casey was insistent that we do this for Eva, but I knew she wouldn't care that much about it. You stand in a very long line to go into a make-shift display where you get to meet 3 princesses. I almost made us leave the line halfway through. But we stuck it out and finally made it in. It was awkward. But the girls were pretty brave to go up and meet them.

I'm just disenchanted with the Disney Princess franchise (when Eva turned 3 I was all over it, but not anymore). And this was the icing on the cake. One of the things I love most about Disneyland is how clean and well-kept everything is. The beautiful gardens, sweet alpine cottages, charming New Orleans town homes. Well this Princess display was slapped together in a corner of what used to be King Arthur's court. Fake flowers everywhere. And then a lovely store at the end where you can overpay for princess dresses. The whole thing is designed to make you buy those autograph books. Blech.

But enough of that. Let's move on to happier things.

Mae would get this intense look on her face when claiming her horse on the carousel. Cute girl.

We stayed until about 9pm when both girls fell asleep in their strollers. It really was a fun day. Disneyland is full of nostalgia for me and it's fun to be there with my own little family.

We left the park and drove about 20 minutes away to my lovely Grandma Bell's house. She left the lights on for us, and this note, strewn with rose petals. How cute!

The next day we went to a bonsai nursery and made a nice homecooked dinner. My grandma usually cooks up a storm for us, but she's been suffering with shingles the last few weeks. She was gracious as ever though, and even felt good enough the next morning to wake up and make us a big breakfast. I hope her pain goes away completely very soon. The girls loved seeing their Grandma Bell.

Grandma's smiling in this one, but Eva has her finger up her nose.

Girls looks cute but Grandma's looking down. Oh well :)

I will cherish this one of the girls on Grandma's front steps.

We were on our way home, but not without a stop in Victorville, CA, the city of my birth. We drove out to Spring Valley Lake and the home I spent the first few years of my life in.

Our family of 10 lived in this 3 bedroom house together and survived! Kudos to my parents and older siblings for that. I was too young to notice it was a small house :) (It looked a lot cooler back then too, better yard and such.) Plus it was right by a little lake. These are my roots!

The end, friends. We had a great trip. I went into it trying to be as "go with the flow" as possible and it worked out well.

PS - my little notes for future Disney trips.

• The Finding Nemo Submarine gets two thumbs down (sorry Karin). The line was long, the ride lame and the girls were scared almost the whole time.

• Bring a lunch. We didn't and I wish we had. Not only is the food expensive, it's just nice to have real food from home for part of the day. I did bring a big bag of cut up cucumbers, red peppers and carrots. That kept us from feeling too yucky from snacky snacks all day (which I brought too).

• Leave the Princesses to the masses.

• And leave the big kid rides to the big kids. I'm a mom now :)

We went to California

2010-04-22T21:57:00.001-07:00

And used those snazzy Disneyland passes we earned from doing service.

But first we went to the beach:

(looks like a slum with all that trash, but nope. It's ritzy Newport Beach)

And stayed with our friends Jason and Kelly deVilliers. Eva kept calling her "Other Kelly." I'm bummed we didn't take any pictures with them. But maybe not. Because they're super photogenic and I'm not. But they were lots of fun and took great care of us. Jason is a writer and director for Yo Gabba Gabba and they had a bunch of pictures and paraphernalia from the show around their apartment. When Mae would see it she'd get excited and say "Gob GOB gob!"

Then we went to the Happiest Place on Earth! Can't you tell?

This was in line for our first ride, Dumbo. I think the girls were a bit dazed and overwhelmed.

But they warmed up.

(Don't mind Casey's sweet 'stache. The kid has an 8am shadow only above his lip :)

there's more where this came from...but I'm hittin' the hay for now!

Happy 32nd Birthday to Casey tomorrow!

Women Who Rock My World: Jill

2010-03-24T21:13:00.000-07:00

Our neighbors, Jill and Danny, moved in almost 3 years ago and boy were we lucky when they did! Jill immediately stood out to me because she a) invited ME to go Enrichment Night with HER when it should've been the other way around because she was the new one, and b) she immediately organized a street party to get to know her new neighbors. What a cool girl.

Her Hunter and my Eva are only a few months apart and they are like a married couple: either loving each other or fighting like crazy. It's been so fun having them grow up together. She also has Krew, who's a little younger than Mae and I'm sure they'll be great friends as well.

Jill is the perfect neighbor. Always there for a cup of sugar or as a listening ear when I need to vent. She is my organizational idol - her house is always in order - but she's not an annoying freak about it. :) We've had some good belly laughs together and I'm eternally grateful for her friendship.

Oh - she's even let me borrow a swimsuit - that's love people! (I used my own bottom - don't worry...)

Mommy Ramblings

2010-03-16T20:26:00.001-07:00

Eva had her first trip to the dentist today. I was amazed at how well she did. I had been talking it up and trying to have her practice opening her mouth for him. I was afraid she wouldn't comply but I couldn't have been more proud.

It's so fun and fascinating to watch my little girl grow up. To see her converse with other people and show courage. She is quite delightful.

The sad news is that her beloved binky has been causing her front teeth and bones to shift. So I finally threw them away for good today. And I'm feeling so bad that I let it go so long and it's done damage. She loves that thing, though (for naps and night time). And to see her have to grow and go on without it is harder than I thought it would be for me. But growth is good.

Thankfully Mae is NOT a binky fiend. And now that we've done both, I think we'll stick to no binkies for future babies.

The Legend Lives On

2010-03-11T21:07:00.000-08:00

Please take a moment to reminisce on the awesomeness of my green and black speckled glasses, circa early 1990's. (Unless you didn't know me back then. In which case your suspicions of my nerdiness can simply be confirmed.)

I got these in 3rd grade and they were COOL! No seriously, they were. My friends were jealous. (Feel free to confirm that in the comments.) They broke once and I replaced them with the very same frames. They were just too cool to let go.

Casey pointed out that they look huge on my face now. Just think how much bigger they were on an 8-year-old's face.

In about 6th grade I got simpler black frames (although still kinda big), and in 7th grade, contacts.

But the black and green ones will always be in my heart (and in my box of treasures.)

Can I interest you in a ...?

2010-03-08T20:20:00.000-08:00

The other night we were eating at a restaurant and overheard a little pep-talk sales meeting going on next to us.

They were young returned-missionary types who would be selling alarm systems I think. Coulda been pest control. Who knows?

It made me want to puke.

Anyone else out there who despises that kindof thing? I could never sell door to door. Unless I was "selling" the gospel, I suppose.

Some people have a talent at the sales thing. And other people are extremely annoying about it. I hate the awkwardness of of pretending to listen to someone's shpeal when you know you're just going to turn them down. I've gotten pretty good at being up front and not wasting their time. But I'm also tempted to put a "No Soliciting (Please?)" sign on my front window. I honestly feel bad for turning someone down, because I know it's their livelihood. But if I don't need it or can't afford it...what's a girl to do?

That's all.

Giddy Like a Beehive

2010-03-03T19:17:00.000-08:00

I'm so excited to be in Young Womens. I'm giddy like a Beehive. Especially now that I have the opportunity to finally get my Young Womanhood Recognition Award.

That's right.

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes Kelly Blunck didn't get her medallion.

I did all the work. I loved Young Womens. I was completely active in it. I just didn't ever fill out the paper work to get the award. Lame, huh?

I think at the end of my senior year I was exhausted and ready to be done with everything and getting the actual award didn't seem like a big deal, since I knew I had technically done it.

But I honestly regret it. I truly do. Not because I need the recognition, but because following through is important, and I didn't do that. And so I'm like a new Beehive - and so excited that as a leader I can finally do it. And I have to really earn it.

They've revamped the Personal Progress program and it's pretty tough and pretty awesome. One of the requirements is to read the Book of Mormon. And why shouldn't the youth be doing that on their own? They are preparing a strong generation, that's for sure.

My BFF Abby (a goody goody herself) didn't get hers either, even though she did all the work too. And even though she doesn't look at my blog, it's her birthday today and I've gotta shout my love for her.

I feel so blessed to have had such an awesome close friend all growing up. Strong testimony, silly personality, talent beyond compare. She means so much to me. We always dreamed of being camp directors together and I'm not giving up on that dream. And I know she'll get her medallion one day, too.

* Story behind the photo: First off, I was chubby and pregnant with Mae. Abby and I wanted to do a girls weekend together. It was going to be a weekend in Vegas, then it changed to an overnight in Cedar City and some Shakespearean Festival. Then it changed to us getting lazy and her sleeping over at my house. The next day we drove up to the girls camp site on Cedar Mountain to relax and reminisce. What can I say, we're total nerds! But at least we have each other.

Here we sit like flies on a trash can!

2010-02-21T21:20:00.000-08:00

Our ward split about a month ago and our new ward has had to be completely re-staffed. So we've been waiting for new callings this whole time. And I've been so anxious! If you know me you know I like to be involved so not knowing where I belonged was not fun.

Well, this morning we finally got callings and I am so excited to be the Young Women's Camp Director! (slash Sports Director.) I'm totally nervous and slightly overwhelmed but also STOKED because I love Girls Camp. I haven't served in Young Women's yet so this will be a whole new ball game for me (and literally a ball game when sports come around - me? coaching b-ball???)

I've been around long enough to know that the Lord qualifies whom He calls. So I will just put my trust in Him and get working!

I am so excited to be up on Cedar Mountain, the place where my testimony grew stronger each year. I love that place and hope the girls in my ward will, too.

Casey is the Ward Employment Specialist. We're not sure what that will entail, but hopefully good things!

(Above title refers to a classic camp song...)

Little Moments

2010-02-18T21:04:00.000-08:00

Sometimes making dinner is hard to get through with little girls who are cranky and ready for dad to get home (have I mentioned they're HUGE daddies girls?)

But sometimes it can be heavenly.

Sometimes dinner-prep time is a sweet time where the girls are mellow and play well together.

Sometimes they make each other laugh.

Sometimes Mae acts like she's Eva's puppy.

Tonight was one of those times. I turned on some peaceful church music and enjoyed making some good food while the girls played peacefully underfoot.

And I cherish these times.

Because they don't happen every day.

(okay - I must admit that some of the peacefulness comes from my 3 year old laying on the floor, plugged up with a binky. I've stopped stressing about that. I will start to again if she's hiding it in her kindergarten backpack ;)

One of the songs I listened to was "Sweet Hour of Prayer" and it kindof took on new meaning for me. It's not sweet minutes of prayer. It's sweet hour. I'm starting to realize that prayer needs to be a much bigger part of my life. Although I'm one who says little prayers all day long, I've never been good at pouring my heart out at sunup and sundown. It takes time to do that. And I'm spending too much of that time reading ya'lls blogs :)

But life is hard and motherhood is hard and we have this gift of prayer that goes underused. A lady in my ward, that I greatly respect, suggested the idea of writing down your prayers as you're saying them. It feels foreign at first, but for people like me, who have a hard time focusing, it is a wonderful way to stay present in your prayers and organize your thoughts and feelings.

So one of my little goals has been to do that more often. And it helps.

Bathing in a Bucket

2010-02-05T22:23:00.001-08:00

We've had pukey girls at our house this week. Yesterday Eva started throwing up and yesterday our washing machine went out. And I felt crippled.

And I realized this is daily life for my missionary parents (the lack of conveniences, hopefully not the puking.) My mom takes little baths in a bucket on the days they don't have water, which is every other day. Her (new) oven burns things after 10 minutes.

My parents are my heros! Talk about sacrificing for the Lord. And they don't really complain. And they see the bigger picture. And they work their little 66 year old fannies off. They miss us and we miss them. But we're all willing to make this sacrifice because they are sharing the gospel that we love.

While I ran to my fabulous neighbor Jill to use her washing machine, my mom is still bathing in a bucket. Oh how I love them!

Check out blunckfamily.com. They are starting to blog again. Although I'm doing the actual posting so we'll see how reliable I can be :)

Casey, my love

2010-02-05T21:41:00.000-08:00

Stop me if I've already posted about this. Oh wait, you can't. I don't think I have, but I've thought about it before, so who knows. But...

Back in 2006, I was pregnant with Eva and had gone to Salt Lake City for the day, I think to pick out a stroller with my sister Liz.

I remember driving home from the airport and talking to Casey on the phone the whole way. He wanted to hear my reaction when I met this guy in the garage (look closely):

He had some leftover spray paint (from his gang days) and a big piece of cardboard, so he went to town and made me a Sasquatch. It hung from the ceiling with floss.

Later, on Voting Day, he hung the it on the River Road bridge with a sign that said "Vote Fur Me."

After that, that sassy Sasquatch disappeard.

Until April 2008 when it showed up on the lamppost by our house, announcing Casey's 30th birthday. His mom had stolen it! She took it off the bridge and saved it for over a year until the perfect moment to bring it out again. How cool is that?

Anyway - I just came across these photos and had to share, since I wasn't a blogging girl back then.

Oh - and that paint was from marking our sprinkler lines, not Casey's sordid past.

Thanks Barney

2010-01-29T22:07:00.000-08:00

As annoying as he his, Barney afforded me the opportunity today to hug and sway with my girls while the "I love you, You love me" song was playing.

Eva's never been very cuddly, so I soak these moments up when they happen. :)

(Although, after she fell on her dinner chair tonight she told Casey she wanted to "snuggle on the couch for a minute." Lucky guy.)

I Want More!

2010-01-25T20:43:00.000-08:00

Sometimes Eva and I like to sing "Part of Your World" at the dinner table. She's so cute, she kindof shakes her head for emphasis on each line, a thespian in training :)

Our favorite part is singing "But who cares, no big deal, I want MOOOOORE!!!" really loud.

Well tonight Mae got in on the action. In perfect timing she shouted out "Maaaaaaa!" She's growing up so much and I love it! She knows a whole buncha words and my favorite is how she says bear: beyah.

Ah, she's delightful.

(Mae smiling on command the other day. She's turning into a little person.

With a filthy face and shirt, but also with a personality and sweet little spirit.)

Eva is still challenging in the "you need to get dressed" department. But we're all learning and progressing and that's what life is all about right? She is still delightful herself.

PS - I'm glad you could all laugh at my awesome photos with me. That was probably my favorite post to date - very liberating :)

Who's That Girl?

2010-01-24T13:31:00.000-08:00

Remember my post about Highs and Lows? Well I think that also applies to my appearance. Casey, on the other hand, pretty much looks the same all the time - handsome. (And come to think of it - his mood is almost as even.)

Sometimes I look all bright and shiny like this:

But sometimes I get up in the morning and look like Wayne's World.

Poor Casey.

He never seems to flinch when he sees me. We even carry on normal conversations.

We've been laughing about this picture all day. And so I had to share - because it cracks me up enough that I don't focus on the flaws that keep me from being a supermodel.

And this is going to take some guts, but here's an even better one.

No one can ever say I sugarcoat things on my blog!

PS - You have my full permission to laugh your head off.

Chicken Paillards

2010-01-18T20:16:00.000-08:00

This is a recipe from the January issue of Martha Stewart Living that I tried and loved. (And I'm not a huge "try it out of the magazine" type girl - as of yet anyway.) Any French speakers know how to pronounce that? Sterling Scholar Karin?

Anyway, I even bought a meat mallet for this. There are so many kitchen gadgets that I'd love to add to my collection. Maybe by the time I'm my mom's age I'll have (and use) them all.

My tips on this recipe are:

•Don't use whole lemons like the recipe calls for. The first time I made this I didn't have fresh lemons so I used maybe 2 tablespoons lemon juice and it turned out great. Tonight I did the real lemon thing and it was way too sour.

• Add some rosemary to the sauce - it's really good with it.

• Make sure you flatten the chicken to the right thickness. You don't want it too thick.

• Serve it on a bed of spinach like the photo shows. It's delicious and feels like a meal all by itself, although I've served it both times with potatoes and tonight with broccoli too. (Just so my girls would eat enough.)

• I'm sure you could use onion instead of shallots. (Anyone want to sound off on the difference?) I used chicken bouillon mixed with water instead of chicken stock.

I like meat flattened out like this because usually with chicken it seems like the outside's good but the inside it either dry, flavorless or both.

Anyway - just thought I'd share. It's fairly easy but very tasty and feels fancy enough to serve to my Grandma or Bell aunties (and that's saying something.)

* Oh and did I mention that Eva wet her pants while standing on the kitchen counter today? Funny, but things like this don't make me lose my head like her not getting dressed does. And I'd rather smell number 2 than number 1 for some reason. Urine is so gross to me. Enough info for you?

Highs and Lows

2010-01-12T20:44:00.000-08:00

Isn't it interesting how your mood can change so much during a single day? I find this happens a lot as a stay-at-home mom to young kids, as the days usually seem pretty long in general (not always in a bad way).

Today, for instance, I woke up tired and unmotivated. Then I got a call from a friend inviting us to come hang out and say goodbye since they were moving. That immediately turned my day around and I was happy. We had a great time until the drive home from Santa Clara. The girls cried and bugged each other almost the whole time and so we came home and they went right down for naps. I was on edge and happy to have a little break from them.

Then came RS presidency meeting which I always enjoy, and a trip to see the photos that Casey shot for the Dixie Applied Technology College, all beautifully displayed in their new offices. (See some of them here.)

We got home and I wasn't quite prepared for the dinner I had planned on making, so I changed plans and made pizza which, come to find out, is SO easy. Why didn't I realize this? I ate with the girls, as Casey was working late, and then we sat and played with Mega Bloks. And I really enjoyed playing with my daughters. This doesn't happen enough, sadly, because I'm usually too impatient to really have fun playing. But I've been praying for help with that, and there you go. Prayers are answered. I feel a lot of love for my girls right now.

I went and shook it at Zumba and my mother-in-law came along. She's great. (In fact, watch soon for a "Women Who Rock My World" post about her as soon as I can find the photo I want to go with it. Seems to have disappeared.) I came home to a ballet dancing 3 year old who would still be dancing right now if we weren't making her lay down. She is such a joy (when she's not freaking out.)

So today was mostly filled with highs. But it's interesting how the lows seemed so low at the time. It's like a day full of mini days, you know?

P.S. Thanks for all of your love and encouragement. I love ya'll.

One by One

2010-01-08T13:57:00.000-08:00

Awhile ago I bought a DVD of the church movie "The Testaments." Eva likes to watch it on Sundays. Aside from some of the cheesiness and the bad Nephite makeup jobs, it's a good movie and makes me cry every time. And I'm not really a crier.

The part that makes me cry is at the end where Helam, the faithful father who has lost his sight is healed by the Savior, who has just ascended to be among the Nephites. Jesus comes to Helam, calls him by name, touches his eyes and restores his sight. I'm always touched when He says Helam's name because He knows him. He knows all of us.

Today I was reading in Mosiah about Alma baptizing at the Waters of Mormon. Their were 204 souls that he baptized. That would take a long time and probably be exhausting. Why not just do a big group baptism? Because that's not how our Heavenly Father works. All of our saving ordinances are done individually. He created and acknowledges us as individuals.

Yesterday I was talking with a friend about our struggles. We've both been struggling with kids, but for very different reasons. Mine seem miniscule in comparison to hers, but they're still difficult for me. We all have different capacities to handle different challenges at various times of our lives. While hearing about someone else's strife often puts mine into perspective and reminds me of my many blessings, it doesn't have to mean that my problem is not real. Does that make sense?

The other part about that movie that makes me cry is that Helam was a believer despite persecution from those around him. And he lived to see the prophesied Messiah for himself. He endured to the end. Lately I've been struggling with enduring. Motherhood is full of enduring, don't you think? Some days it's hard to keep your faith strong when you're so mentally and physically exhausted you don't want to think anymore. And lately my faith has been tested because sometimes I feel like despite my best efforts, I don't feel a difference when I'm trying hard from when I'm not.

And yet, deep down the Plan is true to me and makes sense. And so I carry on and "hope for a better world" (Ether 12:4 - one of my favorite scriptures.) Not just the world to come, but my day to day world.

*The struggle I mention is with a stubborn 3 year old who refuses to get dressed. EVERY DAY. It sounds so silly but think about how much you can't do when you have a naked girl. And it brings out a monster mama in me. And I don't like that. And I'm working on it.

Free Disney Day!

2010-01-04T21:06:00.001-08:00

Have you heard about this? Disney is offering a free day at one of their parks if you do some qualifying volunteer work. Check it out here. You just pick a project, sign up, do your work, get it verified and voila! They will email you a voucher for a free Disney day! I signed us up to make some blankets - the easy fleece kind (although I may bust out some crochet moves too.) How stinking easy is that?! You have to be 6 or older to participate, but for our family that means a trip to Disneyland will only cost Eva's ticket (since Mae's under 3.)

And we are lucky enough to be able to stay with my Grandma Bell who lives a mere 15 minutes away. We like to visit her at least once a year anyway.

For those with older kids, who understand what's going on, this is a great way for them to EARN a trip to the big D.

Now I just need to decide the perfect time of year to go...Christmas time is the best, but can we wait that long?

Eva's going to LOVE it!

Cilantro

2010-01-03T20:37:00.000-08:00

I just gotta share my love for cilantro. Anyone else a freak about it? It adds so much to Mexican AND Asian food. Ahhh...

I need to try growing it this year. And by the way, if you buy a huge bunch and don't use it all, just chop it up and stick in a bag (or tupperware) in the freezer. You can throw it in things when you need it and it's almost as good as fresh.

And speaking of food, I'm in a rut (don't those always seem to come and go?) I do enjoy cooking good food for my family, but sitting down to plan it doesn't usually sound fun. But I'm about to do it for this week so wish me luck.

*Tonight I made Baby Lava Cakes (like Chocolate Molten Cakes) for dessert with Casey's fam. They turned out pretty good! But man were they full of bad-for-you stuff. 3 cubes of butter and cup after cup of chocolate chips. It was quite hard making them while fasting, too. I finally gave in and broke my fast a little early so I could lick one of the bowls. (I felt like Augustus Gloop). We had this Mexican feast at Casey's parents and I kept wanting to shout out loud, the food was making me so happy. Fasting will do that to you, eh?

Theme for 2010

2009-12-30T19:49:00.000-08:00

While the theme of my life will ever be to "Stay Focused" my sub-theme for this new year is...

Little by little.

Back in high school my mom and sister and I once went walking up the hill below our house on Truman Drive. It was a killer. My mom recited a little poem in cadence with our steps. "Little by little an hour goes by, little by little a day. Little by little we reach our goals or let them slip away." It was kindof cheesy. But the message has been finding its way into my mind the last month or so.

I constantly find myself waiting for a huge chunk of time, or a big organized "program" to accomplish something. Those moments rarely come. So I have to make using the little moments work. I can't always wake up, read scriptures, exercise, do my hair really well, etc. But I can steal little moments to read, make exercise out of playing with my family and be happy with a sweet ponytail. I may not have the day to organize my closet, but I can take a short moment to get rid of one unneeded thing and build upon that.

I also want the time to be able to enjoy a project, but am learning those moments are rare, too. For instance, yesterday both girls were miraculously napping at the same time and I hurried and slapped all the Christmas cards we received into a little Christmas scrapbook I've got going. I didn't get to sit and listen to Christmas music and make it all cute, but I got the cards in there and out of a pile and am very happy that it's done.

I also can take my progress as a wife, mother and woman of God one day at a time and be happy with the little improvements I make. I can do small things for others, instead of waiting around until I do the big things I'd love to do, but usually don't get to (because maybe they're too big.)

So there you have it folks. Line upon line, little by little.

And while I'm at it, let me take a moment to say how much I appreciate all of you out there. My family and friends. Thanks for listening to my rambles and commenting and being a part of my life.

And let me leave you with one of the sweetest smiles ever...

Happy New Year!

Christmas 2009

2009-12-27T19:19:00.000-08:00

The highlight of my Christmas:

Taking Eva to a matinee of "The Princess and the Frog" on Christmas Day. Part of me felt guilty for supporting the theaters being open that day :( but the rest of me felt a lot of LOVE for my little girl, dancing in the aisles each time some swingin' jazz music came on. The first time she popped up to dance, she put her arms around my neck and gave me the tightest squeeze. She can be so full of LIFE and LOVE!

Other things that made me happy:

Hearing my parents voices during a Christmas morning phone call from Armenia.
Being fed two nights in a row by sisters and sister-in-law. And all I had to make was rolls.
Feeling like a real mom because I was much more excited about what we were giving the girls than what I might be getting.
But...I loved getting 2 books on American history from Casey. (A year ago I would've balked at this but I've found a new sense of interest in history of all kinds.)
And this new photo of our lovely selves framed:

(Not bad for a tripod, timer shot with no one there to make the girls smile, eh?

Casey's lighting kit and a little Photoshop helped.)

Things to improve on next year:

If I'm going to make Rhodes 30 minute cinnamon rolls for breakfast, bake them long enough so they aren't doughy inside :( Or better yet, reserve enough energy to make them from scratch!
Have all presents ready and wrapped the day BEFORE Christmas Eve. I'm still recovering from staying up too late all last week (mostly because of my stocking project which I will post about later). Although I am proud of my improvement over last year.

And a thought for the New Year:

Come, let us anew our journey pursue,

Roll round with the year,

And never stand still

till the Master appear.

His adorable will let us gladly fulfill,

And our talents improve

By the patience of hope and the labor of love.

This hymn was written by Charles Wesley in the 1700s. It speaks to me today.

I need more patience with my kids (that's a given) but also with my husband and myself.

We are works in progress just as much as they are.

Votes for Women!

2009-12-17T10:28:00.000-08:00

Actually - votes for Casey! (Sorry - got Mary Poppins on the brain if you know what I mean.)

Casey entered a video contest with the topic of "What Powers You?" For him that was a no brainer - climbing. (I mean besides the 3 ladies in his life.)

(This is not Casey climbing, but a photo he took of his friend Chris. It's actually hard to find any photos of him because he's always the one taking the pictures.)

He has a chance to win round trip tickets to anywhere in the world (which means I have a chance to win round trip tickets anywhere in the world!)

We need votes. What you have to do is go to his video on YouTube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i7-Jv3-DZR4

1. Underneath the video controls on the left click on Favorite.

2. It will ask you to create an account unless you already have a YouTube account (sorry - this is the inconvenient part.)

3. Hurry and do that, then once you're logged in it will take you back to the video where you need to click Favorite AGAIN and then give it a rating by clicking on the stars (i.e. click on the fifth star if you think it's a five star video :))

He's a little embarrassed to send this out to everyone but I guess we'll do what it takes for a chance to see the world.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ALL! I promise to vote for you if you ever need it!

**As a bonus for me - tell me where you'd go if you won this trip!

A post more for my memory than your enjoyment :)

2009-12-16T09:07:00.000-08:00

Despite the fact that both girls were uncharacteristically onry this morning (I know it's spelled ornery but I just don't like that), they were both VERY cute when they were sticking out their tongues and panting like dogs while watching a dog video on Casey's phone in our bed.

I love when they do anything together.

That Little Voice

2009-12-15T20:37:00.001-08:00

A few things lately have made me realize that I need to listen to that little Voice inside my head that tells me no, more often.

Item #1: Pea coats. Apparently I can't wear them. I bought TWO on a killer sale at Old Navy awhile back. A long black one and a short purple one. I tried wearing them a few times and just felt awkward. My friend Catherine (and that voice in my head) tried to tell me that if I was just getting them because they were a great deal then I shouldn't keep them. She was right and I should have listened. But luckily I kept the tags in and could take them back. I bought another one at Ross and am ready to take IT back. The coat saga continues and I will just have to wear my hoodies to church and special events.

Item #2: Las Vegas last weekend. On Saturday I thought I would have the majority of the day to myself to go outlet shopping to my hearts content. But Casey's boss had some things planned for the group and so I had to make a choice. He had offered to let the girls go to the spa (on his dime) while the guys went to a climbing gym. That little voice was telling me to go get a facial (for free!) instead of going to spend money I shouldn't have. But I thought I wouldn't be content unless I did my shopping (which you have to understand, with me doesn't usually mean actually buying much, I just take forever to look.) Total regret. I didn't find much at the outlets and came back wishing I had gotten that facial.

Item #3: Tonight I went to Zumba. I've gone a few times and I LOVE it. I knew this was probably my only chance to go this week so I wanted to take it. But as I left the house that little voice told me to stay. I went anyway. And while I met up with a friend (I love you Misty!) and that was fun, my hip has been hurting and Zumba tonight just made it worse.

I came home close to tears because I knew I wasn't listening to the Spirit. Yes, I think the Spirit is there to help us make the little decisions, if we let it, as well as the big ones.

Several years ago Casey and I were driving to Provo to try out ice climbing for the first time. We left very early on a Saturday morning and soon after we left town I had this feeling that something was going to happen but that we would be fine. Soon after we hit a deer. It messed up my car a little but we were fine. Sometimes I think the Spirit gives you feelings not as a warning but just so you remember that he's there.

I don't profess to be one who's very close to the Spirit. But I probably would be if I started listening a little more.

Beauty and the Beast

2009-12-14T20:25:00.000-08:00

Tonight I came into my room where Eva and Casey were dancing and Eva said "Mom, I'm dancing with my beast." She certainly adores her dad. And so does Mae. The other day he came to jump my car in town and Mae was so excited to see him. She immediately put her head on his shoulder, patted his back and sighed "Daddy."

And just for history's sake. Here's one of us girls. We don't take enough phamily photos.
And for the heck of it. Me and Eva "snowing" as she calls it, in Colorado. My sister's backyard had one strip of snow on a perfect incline. Eva was mad at me about something (something I'll probably have to get used to, eh?)

Other random thoughts:

Today at WalMart we had a friendly checker and Eva whispered "Mom, tell her I have ballerina dresses." I love the simplicity of children's thoughts. That lady was nice so Eva felt safe enough to share something exciting with her. Which I did. :)

My parents have safely arrived to their mission in Vandzor, Armenia. They don't have internet in their apartment which is a bummer for us because we won't get to email them every day like we could last time. It sounds like they are in for a challenging mission but they remain ever faithful. From this morning's email "We wouldn't be doing this if we didn't know it was the right thing--we'd rather be at noisy family dinners and watching all the grandkids grow up."

If they are able to blog, I will direct you to it. It will be worthwhile reading.

We had our Vegas trip last weekend. I have thoughts to share. But for now the vacuum is calling my name.

Purple Boots

2009-12-09T11:25:00.000-08:00

Last week I saw some shoes similar to these at Ross (with the ruffle on top instead.) I thought they were awesome and needed to be had. But not by me. I could never pull it off (and Casey would die.)

But there's a certain fabulous lady in my ward who could totally wear them and I thought of her. And I thought how I could just be happy that they existed, even if not in my world.

Well today I was out and about and saw that very lady wearing those very boots! I was thrilled. I'm happy those boots exist. I'm happy someone I know can wear them and look great. And I don't need to own them myself.

This idea has been on my mind lately. That I don't have to own something or have it a part of my life to be happy with it. In that same vein - that if something I enjoyed in my past is gone, I can be happy that I ever had it and not sad that it's gone.

For instance, when I was younger I attended several events that I loved - leadership camps and EFY-type things. I would always come home heartsick that I probably wouldn't ever see those fun people again. And so I think I kindof started to shut my heart off from feeling deeply so I wouldn't have to go through the hurt (if that makes sense.) But that's no way to live! If we want to feel the joy we have to sometimes experience the hurt that can go along with it.

A lot of the time I miss the carefree days of my teenage and young adulthood. (Not that they felt carefree at the time, but in comparison to life as a young mom - sheesh!) Sometimes I miss working and traveling. But I need to focus on being grateful that I ever had that time. Even if I don't have it now. Because someday I'm going to look back on THIS phase of my life and miss it too.

And I have a cute little 3 year old tugging at me, so I'll end the philosophizing for now. Yesterday I was at the computer and she was getting restless and said "Mom I really want some (thinks for a second)... see you." :)

We Like Marshmallows

2009-12-08T22:18:00.000-08:00

Yes we do.

Messiah

2009-12-06T21:12:00.001-08:00

I'm going to try to briefly put into words my thoughts from seeing Handel's Messiah tonight.

Certain songs elevated my mind to a clearer understanding of the majesty of our Savior and the blessing He gave us all. He is triumphant and glorious and full of truth.

That soul shaking music combined with beautiful words :

"And His name shall be called wonderful, counselor, the mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace...Worthy is the lamb that was slain...The kingdom of this world is become the kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ."

I'll just leave it at that.

Mind Dump

2009-12-05T22:19:00.000-08:00

I don't have a lot to say but I feel like saying something.

Let's start with some (semi) recent photos, shall we?

Like this one of Eva with my mom. After a week at the MTC my parents leave the country (and sheesh, the continent) on Monday. It's breaking my heart that my girls won't see them for 18 months. But...I'm so proud of them and willing to give them to Armenia for a little while.

Last month I took Eva to see "Willy Wonka" at my old high school. I haven't been in that theater in years and boy did it hit me with a wave of nostalgia. The smell alone. Good memories! She sat through the whole thing pretty well and especially loved clapping after all the musical numbers.
This picture of Mae just squeezes my heart. Look at that beautiful face! Those lips!

I may be guilty of kissing my girls when they sleep (and doing the same thing to my sister MaryAnn when we were little.)
23 Blunck Grandkids. 37 family members all in one Colorado home over Thanksgiving. It was perfect. (Okay, Eva wetting her pants twice was not perfect.) But overall the trip was awesome and being with almost my WHOLE family (minus the 2 brothers) was so much fun. My sister Diane and her family were the best hosts. All the kids gave up their rooms for us. She has the coolest kids. Her teenagers are amazing. Eva has crushes on all 3 of them: Rachel, Joel and Jake (who she's sitting with up at the top of the stairs.)
6 sisters. 4 of them were actually wearing brown that day. 2 of us changed so we'd coordinate. We had a fun trip to the Gap the night before Thanksgiving and tried to change our laughs so we all wouldn't sound the same (think "I Love to Laugh" from Mary Poppins.) It just doesn't work - we're too alike. Such wonderful sisters. Kelly, MaryAnn, Liz, Karin, Diane (the hostess with the mostess) and Kristina. These women rock my world.

And one with our dear mama.

Let's see what else... my dishwasher is broken. It's making me appreciate having one. My Christmas tree has taken almost the whole week to get up and decorated. Lighting saga. Me with long sleeves and gloves to work on the (fake) blasted thing. Cursing fake trees. And then finally, once my favorite decorations go on, I realize how much I love my tree. I'd like to post more about it but we'll save that for another night.

Tomorrow night I'm going to Handel's Messiah. All by myself. I would've taken Casey but that would've meant paying for another ticket and getting a babysitter. Much easier this way. (And he doesn't love it like I do.) I'm totally okay with doing things by myself but sometimes I fear that I'm becoming too unsocial. I'll have to make an effort at that. In the meantime, I look forward to listening to that incredible music and pondering it on my own.

Next weekend Casey's boss is taking his employees and their significant others to Vegas for 2 glorious nights. Casey's parents are taking the girls for us and I am so excited for this little trip. So excited. (Sure beats last year when he took only the employees out to dinner for their Christmas party.)

I guess that's all for now. Happy December to all and to all a good night!

Remember that one time when it was Halloween?

2009-11-21T13:12:00.000-08:00

and my girls looked this cute:

and the next day Eva was this awesome with her dad's accessories:

and I tried to adjust my blog and it messed things up?

I'll fix it.

Do YOU know who Drew Adams is?

2009-11-03T21:52:00.000-08:00

Allow me to recall a random memory that just popped into my head.

It was Mrs. Pulsiphers 8th grade math class.

Some kids were talking about someone named Drew Adams.

I asked "Who's Drew Adams?"

"You don't know who Drew Adams is?"

It went around the room.

Sheesh - I felt lame. Who was this kid?

I left class. Walked down the hall.

People randomly came up to me asking "You don't know who Drew Adams is?"

It spread like wildfire.

Okay, probably only one person (Josh Lee) came up to me after class. But still.

So I finally discovered who he was, just another 8th grader like me. A nice guy. Even grew to a first name basis with him in the years to come.

Silly story, but funny to me.

The point is: You don't need much to feel insecure in 8th grade.

And as your reward for listening to my tale, here are some funny pictures of Mae looking like a little hedgehog on the Red Hill. Did I mention she's full on walking now?

Reflections on Celebrating Birthdays

2009-10-22T13:45:00.000-07:00

1. Balloons make everything more fun. And they make you look like you have your act together (even if you don't).

2. Being overly prepared is probably not a bad idea. I'd rather spend the day making my loved one feel special than cleaning up, running to the store and making sure everything is ready for the party. Still working on this but definitely improving.

3. Don't let your newly-turned 3 year old see any of the treat bags or cupcakes for the party until the last possible second. It makes for quite the whiny birthday girl.

4. If you plan on sewing a Cinderella dress as a gift, give yourself about a month to get it done. It's also quite handy to have a mom around who can do all the hard stuff for you because you didn't give yourself a month to get it done.

The party is about to start. More reflections to follow, I'm sure...

TURN the beat around

2009-10-07T20:49:00.000-07:00

Tonight I attended an awards gala for TURN Community Services. They support people with varying degrees of disability and we are blessed to have them help my cousin.

There was a great dinner, awards ceremony, magic show and then they played music and we got down!

It is so fun to see people just dancing their hearts out. Especially those who aren't held back by the silly inhibitions most of us have.

One particularly strong Polynesian boy with Down Syndrome took me into a bear hug and danced with me. He was so full of joy! Good thing Casey wasn't there tonight. He'd have been jealous ;)

It's sad to me that we don't create opportunities for ourselves to dance more often. The Bluncks have run out of weddings for awhile but I vow to try include dancing in more of the parties I throw. (Speaking of which - Casey threw me an AWESOME disco birthday party this year that I never posted about.)

Also - being in that room full of these special people and the saints who care for them was quite moving. They are the most Christlike people on earth.

Give me a V!

2009-10-01T20:19:00.001-07:00

This year, for some reason, I've decided to play ward volleyball. I've never liked volleyball. While most of my sisters played and were awesome at it, I rebelled and played soccer. Some still play every week with friends (something I barely comprehend. Why would you get together to do that just for fun? How are we sisters?)

But this year I actually feel like giving it a try. Tonight was our first game. I felt as nervous as if I were singing a solo in church. But I ended up not being completely pathetic. I didn't say "sorry" after everything I did.

I started to think "maybe this is a renaissance period for Kelly, athletically speaking." I ran a 5k, I play ward volleyball.

But before my head got big...

The other team was close to winning. They took a time out and huddled to strategize (? in ward ball - come on.) We huddled and talked about our shirt colors.

The next couple of serves went straight to me... That was their strategy! Serve to the goofball in the middle.

In the words of Stephanie Tanner: "How rude!"

But

It worked. They won.

I am sufficiently humbled,

but will be back for more.

(Photo of my awesome and athletic father-in-law who will be running the SG Marathon for the umpteenth time this weekend.)

2009-09-30T21:33:00.000-07:00

Something that's been on my mind the last while is our physical bodies.

I've always been amazed at the miraculous things they do.

The way they grow and change.

The way they heal themselves.

How all the components communicate with each other and with our spirits.

How beautiful they are (and not just if they're Hollywood perfect.)

Our bodies are such an incredible gift from our Heavenly Father.

With them we are able to serve and learn.

With them we are able to express our love.

Can you imagine not being able to hug your spouse or children? Saying words would never be enough.

I love doing Initiatory work in the Temple. It reminds me of the blessing our bodies are and the responsibility we have to take care of them (I can do better), but not obsess over them* so that physical things don't get in the way of spiritual things.

*All bodies are different. Healthy for one person can look completely different than healthy for another.

note: my sister Karin left a comment directing me to this talk that expounds on this subject in an important way...

Jane's Addiction

2009-09-29T12:04:00.000-07:00

(Me inhaling the goodness. My nose looks red - total sign of an addict.)

Jane's Crazy Mixed Up Salt

This is a Blunck family staple. It might be for the Bell's as well (my mom's fam).

It's not always easy to find. But if you do...buy it. Buy lots of it.

I currently have 2 jars on standby in my pantry.

It goes great on everything: potatoes, meat, pasta, vegetables.

I just found out you can buy it by the case online. Not a bad idea.

My First 5K

2009-09-26T21:18:00.000-07:00

I felt so cool. I think I'll do another.

(Photos with my sisters at the actual race turned out lame. So I had to stage one that was awesome.)

Women Who Rock My World: Julene

2009-09-21T20:59:00.000-07:00

My friendship with Julene, or Juge as she is known to most, started out with a pretty amusing story. Most of you know that Casey and I went to New Zealand together after a mere 2 months of dating each other. Well, Juge was dating Lance at the time, a friend of Casey's and her future husband.

So after the trip, we started a new semester of school and I had English 2010 with Juge and I think it was the first day she came up to me out of the blue and said something like "so don't just go to New Zealand with Casey and then come back and dump him."

????

What? Who is this girl? Why would I dump Casey? I guess Casey's friends were pretty protective of him and were worried this new girl that took him to NZ wouldn't last. Juge ended up finding my number and calling me that night to apologize. No biggie. I liked this girl. And I still liked Casey.

So Juge is pretty amazing. In that English 2010 class she would waltz in with a paper she had thrown together that morning before class (a 9am class) and it would be incredible. I, on the other hand, would stress and strain and barely eek out decent papers. She is a smart girl.

I recall a hike to Kolob arch that included Lance and Juge and Casey and me, among others, during our dating years. It was something like 15 miles and the longest hike I've ever done. Juge and Lance RAN a good portion of it, while the rest of us got more and more tired as the day went on. They're nuts. In a good way.

Juge and I like to joke that our lives run parallel. We got married the same summer. We waited 4 years and had our first baby girls within months of each other. We were both expecting 2nd babies and then the chain broke. I had another girl and she had a boy. Oh well, our friendship is already solid. No need to live parallel lives anymore.

She is another friend that I don't see often enough but that is so easy to pick back up with. And she is usually the one to instigate seeing each other. For that I am very grateful.

Juge is a natural beauty, a devoted wife and mother, a baker of bread, grinder of wheat (I so admire that) a deep thinker, a hiker extraordinaire and someone I feel very blessed to call a friend.

(The above photo is her little family right after Eden was born. It's the only photo I could find and I hope she's okay that I used it. She may look a little tired, but like I said, she's a natural beauty.)

For Juge

2009-09-15T21:41:00.000-07:00

I haven't been posting my menus lately because, while I haven't exactly fallen off the meal planning wagon, I haven't been that "in" to it lately either. Blah. Food. I still plan, but it's a lot of the same stuff.

But, since you asked Juge (Julene) here are the requested recipes (warning: I don't necessarily list all the ingredients first. They might be interspersed in the directions. That's what my mom does and I'm down with it.)

Puffy Oven Pancakes

Blend in blender:

6 eggs

1 C milk

1 C flour

1 1/4 tsp salt

Grease a 9"x13" pan or two 9" glass pans. Pour 3/4 cube of melted butter in the pan(s) (or melt it in the pan(s) while the oven is heating up). Then, pour batter into the pan(s). Bake at 450 for 18 minutes.

Serve with syrup or lemon juice and powdered sugar (I think that's the way we did it growing up.)

Orange Baked French Toast

(We had this tonight)

Grease a 10"x15" baking dish. Sprinkle over bottom a mixture of:

1/4 C brown sugar

1/2 tsp. cinnamon

1 TB grated orange peel

Drizzle 3 TB melted butter or margarine over the sugar mix.

Beat 3 eggs with 2 tsp. sugar and 1 TB milk. Dip 5 or 6 thick slices sourdough bread (we use french bread 'cause I don't like sourdough) lightly and evenly in egg mix to coat both sides, and arrange in pan.

Bake 10 to 15 minutes at 400 until top of bread is lightly browned. Serve sticky side up dusted with powdered sugar and a squeeze of orange juice.

Casey and I have determined that it works better in a glass pan (we use a 9x13 casserole dish.) We've tried a 10x15 metal jelly roll pan but the sugar seems to burn before the egg mixture bakes enough. The sugar mixture won't seem like enough, but it melts and spreads out to coat the bread.

Pumpkin Chowder

Just in time for fall, baby!

Saute in 1 TB oil:

1 whole raw chicken breast, diced.

1 C. chopped onion

1 C. chopped red bell pepper

1 clove garlic, minced

Stir in

3 1/2 C. chicken broth

1 lb can pumpkin

1/4 C white rice

1/2 C frozen corn

1/2 tsp basil

1/4 tsp salt

1/8 tsp pepper

Simmer 20 minutes. Good with a baguette or some type of artisan bread.

Julene deserves a WWRMW post all to herself but this post is already long enough so I will tell you about her awesomeness at a future date :)

Reminiscing

2009-09-12T21:10:00.000-07:00

This was Eva last November. Barely 2 years old and still adjusting to being a big sister.

She used to freak out a lot. Sometimes she'd pull big chunks of hair out of her head.

Casey had recently taken photographs of the "Thriller" dancers for Tuacahn. We thought she looked like one of them. (Seriously, click the link.)

I'm happy to report that that phase didn't last. She's actually quite pleasant most of the time. (Except for today, ironically, when she didn't want to leave a friends house who had princess dress ups galore.) So maybe she'll go through another freak out phase. But I'm learning you just try your hardest to roll with it because eventually it will go away. (Many thanks to my 5 sisters for helping me understand that.)

Oh, and I'm also happy to report that my bedroom looks much less lame now. And not just because I finally put those clothes away. I've been working on decorating it and I'm pleased with how it's coming along. I'll post pictures eventually.

9/11

2009-09-11T13:47:00.000-07:00

I was in an early morning class at Dixie when the twin towers fell. It was a design class so we were on computers and a student was looking at a news website and told us all. I remember not really understanding the impact of what had just happened.

I ran into Casey on campus later that morning (we were dating at the time) and he was all distraught. I asked him what was wrong and he was like "did you hear about the World Trade Center?" Me: "Yeah..." Him: "Thousands of people have died." It struck me a little harder then but honestly, for the next few years I still didn't feel very deeply about it. (I'm a heartless beast, I know.)

Until New Years Eve 2004(05) when Casey and took our first trip to NYC. We walked from Wall Street (where we were staying) over to the WTC site and I was blown away. The towers were gone but the massive hole left behind echoed how great they must have been. They had memorials on the fences surrounding the site, and walking around reading them, I finally shed the tears that hadn't come the day it happened. It finally hit me what happened to that city on that horrible day.

I am sincerely grateful that I was able to see Ground Zero for myself. But hopefully I will learn to feel more deeply for others without having to see the devastation first hand.

(Photo of us on the Brooklyn Bridge. I don't have one at the WTC site. We didn't take enough photos on that trip. I'm not sure we even had a digital camera at the time.)

Women Who Rock My World: Sister Blunck

2009-09-05T20:45:00.000-07:00

My mom not only rocks my world, she is about to rock the world at large again. My parents just received another mission call to Armenia! We get to keep them until Nov. 30th and they'll only be gone 18 months this time (but that's still a long time.)

Where do I begin with my mom? This woman is smart. She knows the definition to every word I've ever asked for. She reads very fast which means she reads a lot. And she has little patience for low quality literature. I also have many a memory of walking in on her reading scriptures at night, which she's always done. She has unwavering faith.

She is truly thoughtful about everything she does and goes out of her way to do things for people that make a difference. When her friend Holly was dying of cancer, my mom helped her decorate her bedroom so it would be a peaceful, beautiful place for her to spend her last days. Who thinks of that?

Another example: one Saturday afternoon I came over and she had a bunch of white dress shirts in various children's sizes hanging in the hallway. I asked her what she was doing but she didn't want to tell me. Every week she had been ironing the shirts for a family in the ward with a lot of little boys, just so their mom would have one less thing to worry about come Sunday. It was her idea and she wasn't doing it to be seen of men (hence her hesitation to admit what she was doing - sorry Mom, I'm telling the world.)

She always makes things "nice," something I didn't always appreciate but now try to emulate. She serves up meals that are not only delicious but pleasing to the eye. She can always whip up something fabulous out of seemingly nothing.

Caroline has soul. She loves good music and likes to get down. But even more she likes to watch her 8 children get down. Because of her I appreciate gospel music, bluegrass and Motown. Especially Motown.

My mom is beautiful and classy. I think she and my dad make the best looking senior couple missionaries out there. (And no offense Dad, but her influence probably has a lot to do with how sharp you look, aside from sheer handsomeness of course:)

My mom is a rock of faith and I appreciate the fact that she is not a worrier. She knows everything will always work out in the end. And it always does.

Even when your mom is halfway across the world.

Mae is One!

2009-09-04T13:26:00.000-07:00

Happy birthday to my little Miggs. She is absolutely delightful and the perfect addition to our family.

Women Who Rock My World: Charity

2009-08-20T11:56:00.001-07:00

I don't recall exactly how Charity and I became friends. For awhile she was just Jed's little sister, but somehow became a good friend herself along the way. Together we experienced school plays, student council, debate team and other less-structured, more crazy happenings. She also happened to be there the night I met Casey.

Charity is a deep thinker, belly laugher, mischief maker and the orchestrator of her own interesting life. After high school she went far away to become a nurse. She then returned home and married the love of her life and celebrated with a backyard party, complete with a mariachi band (something my mom really wanted to do for our reception.) They then were off to explore the country while she worked as a traveling nurse.

They eventually took a job in Alaska and it seems we will never have them share Southern Utah soil again. They are smitten with the place and have started to build a life, and a cabin, on their own property in the woods. This year they were joined by their firstborn, Komrad - the adorable little guy pictured above.

I am grateful that our friendship has survived the years and the miles. We seem to reconnect every year or so and she's another friend I can pick right up with and enjoy. I hope my family can visit hers in the land of the midnight sun. Sooner more than later.

Women Who Rock My World: Erin

2009-08-08T20:59:00.000-07:00

This may become a recurring theme on my blog: Women Who Rock My World.

This first woman is Erin Cox Wall. I first met Erin when I applied at the flower shop where she worked. (I didn't get the job - I distinctly remember being kind of spazzy during the interview - I don't blame them.) She was this cute Meg Ryan-esque girl with short hair who rode her bike to school (this was at DSC.) I didn't really get to know her until we served on Institute Council together, but boy was I lucky when we finally became friends. Erin is wild and crazy, beautiful, hilarious, spiritual, sarcastic but not negative, normal but incredible.

After a mission and BYU, Erin moved back down to St. George (not the dating capitol of the world for girls in their 20's) to take care of her aged grandparents. A heart of gold this woman has. I knew the Lord would bless her for her sacrifice, and He did, in the form of her awesome husband Brad. She is now the proud mother of Eli who is lucky to have one of the coolest girls I know as his mom.

I just got off the phone with Erin who lives far away. We don't talk often, but when we do, it just comes naturally. She is one of those precious few friends who can be friends for life without much maintenance. And that's why Erin rocks my world.

(Oh, and she almost burned down my wedding reception by lighting a napkin on fire :))

That was cool

2009-08-05T14:58:00.001-07:00

My friend DeAnna mentioned that she was indexing online today. She said she does a little every day and that it's addicting. A month or two ago our stake announced that we had been given an assignment from our Area Authority to index 1 million names in 1 year. I haven't heard much about it since and I was wondering when they were going to start really promoting it. I was waiting for a kick in the pants. But sheesh, does Heavenly Father have to do that for me all the time? He asked us, we should do it. Not wait for some big stake kickoff or something.

So I signed on today and just indexed 50 names from the 1920 census. I was intimidated at first. The handwriting looked impossible to read. I said a little prayer. It started making sense. I couldn't quite pick out a few of the names, but they assign others to do the same list as a backup. So hopefully one of us will get it right.

It was exciting to read a little about these people. To feel sad for the widow and her teenage kids. To wonder about the man whose father came from Germany. To smile when I saw a daughter named Eva. To ache for the hired black man who couldn't read or write (although his wife could.) To have my heart turned to generations past.

Forget Facebook. Get yourselves to FamilySearch.org!

(and thanks to DeAnna for always being a quiet example to me.)

2009-08-04T21:32:00.000-07:00

Out of the blue, here I am again. With a question.

What are you passionate about?

In general I don't feel like a very passionate person. My interests come and go.

I admire people who stay interested in something for a very long time. A lifetime even. My friend Shauntel runs. I'm pretty sure she always will. Same with my mother-in-law and sewing. Casey has loved climbing from the first time he did it. And it's something he'll always do. It's one of the few things that can make him get out of bed happily in the wee hours of the morning. There was a period of time that I was semi passionate about climbing, too. But now it has to be pretty convenient for me to go, otherwise I don't want to put forth the effort.

I'm this way about so many things.

I think it would be cool to be a person where other people can say - "that so-and-so, she's all about ..." instead of being all about the next best thing.

The problem with floating around from interest to interest is that it dilutes your power to do any good for, or be any good at, any one thing.

I guess if I think really hard about it, I could say:

I'm pretty passionate about modesty. To a fault at times.

I'm passionate about improving myself.

I'm probably subconsciously passionate about making myself seem like a good/interesting person to other people.

But other than that, I'm pretty fluid in my interests and convictions. It's something I'd like to work on. Until I find something else I feel like working on. :)

So what are you truly passionate about?

2009-07-11T19:40:00.001-07:00

A couple of random things I like about Casey:

Although he's not a fan of theater, he likes Fiddler on the Roof. Even the songs. I like it, too. He also happens to take pretty good photos of theater actors.

He has recently gotten passionately into bonsai. And if you didn't know, there's a huge world of tiny tree enthusiasts out there. Casey is now one of them. And it makes me smile because it's just another expression of the gentle, peaceful creature that he is.

Mae has joined the ranks of daddy's girls in our house hold. She adores Casey and when I pull her into bed in the morning she immediately lunges for him. (Maybe someday we'll have a boy that will love his mama most.)

A Defining Moment

2009-07-03T21:59:00.000-07:00

What is your ten word biography?

My friend Kate posted about this awhile ago and it's been on my mind. This kind of thing is difficult for me. I'm still wondering how to define myself in this stage of life. I've only been a mother for 2 years and 8 months, and I was not a mother a lot longer than that. So I'm trying to figure out who mom Kelly is and how she relates to the Kelly I was before.

But, after some deep thought–and even though I fear it will sound generic–this is what it all comes down to for me:

I am God's daughter. I'm trying to become like Him.

* I keep going back and forth between the words "be" and "become." Ultimately I want to become like Him, but I want to try daily to be like Him.

Hey!

2009-06-19T19:55:00.000-07:00

Some parts could've been a little better, but mostly I'm thinking "Why didn't we think of this?"

Justice and Mercy

2009-06-14T21:16:00.000-07:00

Casey runs his freelance projects through our own little corporation, Niederhauser Design. I act as the bookkeeper for this company and one of my jobs is filing a quarterly tax return. Well, this last quarter, after all the stress of getting the real taxes done, I slacked a little and filed the Utah Unemployment Insurance tax a couple of weeks late. Casey hasn't been freelancing as much so the amount we paid in taxes was a whopping $6.40. I promptly received a notice from the state saying that we were being charged a $25 late fee and 1% interest. Yes, they wanted $0.06 because they had to wait two weeks for our $6.40.

I promptly called them and asked if there was any way to waive that nonsense. Actually I was very nervous and sounded like a blithering idiot, but the nice man somehow understood me and said if I put it in writing, they probably could. So I sent a letter, telling them that while it was my own negligence, could I pretty please not pay that fee? (Trying to subtly say "seriously? 6 cents?") And I promised to pay on time in the future. (Although I said it slick like "I look forward to filing future reports on time.")

While I waited for their response I received another letter saying "you're still delinquent!!!" Boy are they efficient. But then came the letter I was waiting for, which basically said "The law states that we can charge you a fine for filing late. The law also states that we can waive that fine if we feel like it. We feel like it - you're free." Whew! Thanks Utah. Casey pointed out that the law made room for justice and mercy - wonder where they got that idea?

This photo has nothing to do with the story. (Although it does allude to the blind justice statue, no?) But it's cute and I know most of you come for the cute :) Oh, and Casey didn't wet his pants - dirty clothes just happen when you're a parent.

Appendages

2009-06-06T22:31:00.000-07:00

I'm two weeks behind on posting my menus but I still plan to get them up here. For now I will share these two photos of our girls with their Dad doing weird things with articles of clothing, in the same bathroom, at about the same age. (Nice loooong hair Case, in picture number 2.)

Camping, and another week of food

2009-05-24T20:19:00.000-07:00

We went camping this weekend at a place called Babylon, near Leeds. It's gorgeous. Eva had fun with her cousins Griffin and Truman. And isn't that last picture of Casey AWESOME? He was trying to teach me how to use his high tech camera. In the morning some old buddies came out to go Gila Monster hunting. It was good to see them and kind of weird having my past and my present merge. So much time has passed since we used to hang out, but it doesn't feel like it's been that long until I realize they have their own wives and kids now. This time of year with graduation and such always makes me nostalgic for carefree summers past. I have a wonderful life right now, but oh how lovely it would be to spend a summer day with no responsibilities except my part time job at Zuka Juice...

Thanks to those who still seem interested in my weekly menus. I will keep posting until you start yawning in your comments :)

Monday: What I guess you'd call a Greek chicken salad. Lettuce, chicken, tomato, cucumber, shredded carrot, feta cheese, Craisins and almonds (the Almond Accents you find in the produce area - honey roasted - mmm). We use Kraft Greek Vinaigrette dressing with feta cheese and oregano. Casey loves this meal. And I do too.

Tuesday: Chicken tacos. (I made extra chicken for the salad the day before - it made it very easy.) I'm getting better at frying taco shells.

Wednesday: French bread pizza with Bertolli spaghetti sauce, mozzarella and pepperoni. And cucumbers on the side. I forget about french bread pizza, but I love rediscovering it. So good.

Thursday: Went out to dinner with some girlfriends. Quesadilla Explosion salad at Chili's. Not great. Eva had leftover pizza. Casey was working and took care of himself.

Friday: Puffy oven pancakes. For some reason I thought it would be quick and easy before we went camping for the night with my sister's family. They ended up waiting around for us. Oops.

Saturday: Del Taco for Casey and Eva. In-N-Out for me. I don't love In-N-Out so much now that it's down the street. But every once in awhile I'm up for it. We were keeping it quick so we could meet up with some friends in town. I had a good meal planned, but I'll save it for Monday!

Kelly the Crusader

2009-05-18T20:51:00.001-07:00

Tonight I watched this conference talk by Elder M. Russell Ballard. I quote from him:

"We live in an era when the boundaries of good taste and public decency are being pushed to the point where there are no boundaries at all. The commandments of God have taken a beating in the vacillating marketplace of ideas that absolutely rejects the notion of right and wrong."

In the last little while a couple of things in the media have particularly bothered me and this talk reminded me that I need to do something about it. So tonight I wrote a couple of emails to voice my conservative opinion. I don't expect big things (or even small things, really) from it - but I do believe the silent majority needs to speak up more often. So I did and I'm glad.

And because I'm sure you want to know what they were and because I enjoy being up on this soapbox: the first one was an image in Reader's Digest's May edition in an article about teens and pornography (ironic - really). It had a topless teen covering herself with her hands, pictured in a cell phone, slightly blurred (but not enough) and repeated over and over again. I ripped it out immediately and threw it away.

The second was from the Old Navy ad in the Sunday paper. They had one of those silly mannequins they've been using in their ads, topless, with a black bar across her chest, saying something about how she'd fit right in on a European beach wearing nothing but her new Old Navy shorts. Now I KNOW it was just a mannequin but I still found it offensive and a perfect example of how "the boundaries of good taste and public decency are being pushed to the point where there are no boundaries at all." So I socked it to Old Navy and I'm sure they'll have a good laugh about the girl offended at the naked mannequin. :) But I'm not ashamed of my high standards. Someone's gotta have 'em.

I have to for her:

And for her:

And I suppose even for him:

(I've realized I probably ought to get some photos of myself on here every once in awhile - so there you go!)

And I've never had such issues trying to get something posted - the Adversary's out to stop me. That's why the font sizes keep changing...

Breakfast, anyone?

2009-05-17T19:04:00.000-07:00

I'm starting to question whether I should keep doing this. It's a little embarrassing sometimes...

Monday: I was down in the dumps and Casey made French Toast - breakfast night # 1!

Tuesday: Came out of the dumps and fixed homemade Sloppy Joes. Notice that this is the first time in 3 weeks that we've had red meat. I'm lucky to be married to a man who isn't like "Meat, woman! Give me meat!" We eat it sparingly.

Wednesday: Crepes with whipped cream and strawberries. I like mine with yogurt instead of the cream. Casey likes real maple syrup and I prefer the bad-for-you store bought kind. It all evens out :) Breakfast #2, although this was actually planned into the week.

Thursday: Coconut curry chicken with sauteed peppers and some peas from our garden! on Jasmine rice that I used waaay too much water to cook. I'll get it right next time. I love the smell of Jasmine rice...

Friday: Pancakes with leftover whipped cream and strawberries. And some cantaloupe. I was planning to make pasta with homemade breadsticks but started coming down with a cold and was too worn out (oh and I guess I should also blame it on staying up late the night before to watch the Lost finale.) Breakfast # 3! Pathetic!

Saturday: Durangos salads at the park. I haven't had one in awhile but Eva is made of these because I ate them so much while I was pregnant with her. No wonder she likes Mexican food.

If you've noticed I never put Sundays on their it's because we are spoiled to be able to go to one family members or another each Sunday and don't usually have to think of a whole meal. Tonight we made strawberry ice cream to bring to Casey's parents - so delicious! The problem with making ice cream yourself, however, is seeing all the bad stuff that goes into it. When you just buy it you don't think about it!

Food, Week 2

2009-05-10T13:35:00.000-07:00

Menu
Monday: Baked potatoes, canned chili and broccoli because I had some to use up. For awhile, Eva went through a picky eating stage (so frustrating!) but she would always eat chili. So I used to grind up the broccoli and stir it into it. Now she's finally eating well again and will even ask for more broccoli sometimes!

Tuesday: Chicken and cheese enchiladas with green sauce (from a can) and black beans and rice made with red and green peppers and cilantro - I love this! I didn't even realize it was Cinco de Mayo when I planned this meal. Ole!

Wednesday: Smoothies and Baked Orange French Toast. A recipe from my Mom's family made with french bread. It's so yummy!

Thursday: Casey was gone tonight and I planned to make pasta and use the leftover french bread. Instead, Eva and I just dipped bread in sauce (bottled Bertolli brand) and ate cucumbers and tomatoes. (She doesn't usually eat the pasta anyway.) Lazy day!

Friday: Pumpkin chowder. Another fab recipe from my mom that includes chicken, garlic, red peppers, rice, corn, chicken broth and canned pumpkin. I love this stuff and Eva actually eats it too. Served with wheat bread toast. A great fall/winter meal but it sounded good this week.

Saturday: Frozen pizza, yo. Served with cucumber, tomato and red pepper "salad." Casey had his with ranch. I like mine raw! Note on this cucumber tomato thing. My parents first introduced this to us when we visited them on their mission in Georgia (Eastern Europe.) Sometimes I get fancy and add olive oil, green onion, cilantro and seasonings. Eva loves cucumbers so it always works.

Brian Regan
Saturday we were able to see Brian Regan at Tuacahn. What a goofball (check out his facial expressions below - we had great seats) When I first saw a DVD of his I was rolling on the ground laughing and trying to breathe. It was great fun to see him live. Tuacahn sold out for the first time, I believe, and they didn't even have to advertise for it. Not surprised.

It was interesting because the people I sat next to laughed harder at the warm-up comedian and I didn't find him that funny. It's kind of awkward feeling like you have to laugh because someone next to you is. And I always find it interesting what other people find funny vs. what I do or what me and Casey do... I think we have an odd sense of humor but I like it that way :)

Bluncks Were Born to Boogie

2009-05-06T21:13:00.000-07:00

Every time I go running (which is hardly ever) I get in my own little world while listening to the ipod. In that world I'm half black and can sing and dance like nobody's business. Oh and I'm hot and healthy, too. Usually I get home and just want to dance. So I keep the ipod on and do just that. Tonight it reminded me of something.

My mom used to lock herself in her room and turn on music and just dance to get exercise. How cool is that? Wonder where I get my tendencies? I also recall her loving the song "Give Me One Reason" by Tracy Chapman and having us put it repeating on a tape for her. She'd listen to it nonstop. Kinda like how I keep listening to "Halo" by Beyonce. (I know the lyrics are trite, but she kills it with her vocals.)

So Happy early Mother's Day to my mama. I hope we both keep on dancing for a long time...

(Photo of my very photogenic mother and sister MaryAnn. And some really good chocolate cake at Olive Garden. Seriously - it's really good. And my title comes from our little family slogan that MaryAnn came up with in high school. We think we're pretty cool.)

As promised

2009-05-03T21:31:00.000-07:00

The cute little ear tube patient. There is something so sweet about a little one in a hospital gown. Although I'd rather keep them out of the gowns and in good health. She seems to be doing well, though.

And thanks for all of your comments on my last post! This is exactly the kind of dialogue I'm hoping to inspire. Maybe I've just coined a new phrase: diablog...

Food, glorious food

2009-05-02T20:27:00.001-07:00

Soon after Eva was born, I started trying to plan out a weekly dinner menu. I don't always do it and I usually don't stick to my plan very strictly, but I'm telling you - THE EFFORT IS WORTH IT! I have a huge testimony of meal planning. I'm amazed that more people don't do it. If I had to think about what I was making for dinner each day I would probably mentally shut down and just eat out a lot. I'm not trying to make you feel bad if you don't plan - I just can't handle it.

With that said, I've decided to start posting my weekly menus - at the end of the week, because I usually deviate from the plan a bit - and I want to be truthful to my blogger friends and family. Rather than give you my good intentions - I'll give you what actually happened. I do this in hopes that some of you out there will do the same because I'm very curious to see how we eat compared to the rest of the world. So consider this an ongoing tag - we're all it.

This week:
Monday: Del Taco because we went to the park with some friends...
Tuesday: Chicken with bottled coconut curry sauce (Masa brand), sauteed red and green peppers, beans sprouts and rice.
Wednesday: Frozen pizza with a green salad (lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes and shredded carrot). I was experiencing some weird flu-like symptoms this whole week so I gave up tonight. (I'm not pregnant - I checked. And I'm finally feeling better.)
Thursday: Hawaiian Haystacks and chocolate mousse cake with Casey's grandma for her birthday.
Friday: Broccoli cheese soup with buttered wheat bread toast
Saturday: waffles (from a mix), scrambled eggs and, because I had an extra potato - some fried potatoes. I'm always happy when I use up something extra instead of letting it go to waste. I'm getting better at this.

I'm not going to take photos of the meals (unless they're really pretty) and I'm not going to make fancy things just to impress you. There are things I make that I'm proud of, but most of the time they're surrounded by days that are ordinary. I'll also work on formatting this so it's not boring.

Oh - and the photo I DID post is of these little flowers that make me happy. My mom grew a lot of them in our yard growing up and now I have them in mine. They're perfect for clipping and adding color to your house or giving away to a friend. My Ikea vase has been waiting for these and they just started blooming this week. On Friday night we ate our soup out on our "new" picnic table and I brought the flowers out with us. I'm grateful for heavenly moments like these - because Heaven knows they don't happen all the time!

A little nibble

2009-04-21T21:27:00.001-07:00

Today at the store I exchanged a quick "hey" with a kid I kindof knew in high school. His shirt said "I heart hot moms" and I wanted to say (with my two girls in tow and slightly disheveled) "Do I qualify?" ha ha - I kept laughing to myself about it.

And it also got me thinking about how sometimes (okay probably a lot of times) I avoid saying hi to people because I don't think they'll remember me. I hate doing that! Along that same vein, I'm also always surprised when random people say I look familiar. I guess I just don't consider myself memorable - just normal. (I don't know how to say that without sounding mopey - but I don't mean that mopey at all.)

And just for an update. Mae got her tubes today. I'll have to upload her cute patient photos soon. She did great and I hope this solves all of my problems! ;)

Thank You Real People

2009-04-08T21:54:00.001-07:00

Tonight I met up with some people that I know in real life but usually only see on their blogs. Kate, Sarah and Lyndy: thank you for the fun two hours (that went by so quickly!) of human interaction :) You are amazing women and I admire all that you are and all that you do. Let's do it again, eh?

Fatness

2009-04-06T20:50:00.000-07:00

New achievement for me: I didn't fall asleep ONCE during conference this last weekend. It always seems like I do for at least a talk or two. And my girls slept during the entire Sunday afternoon session so we had no distractions - it was lovely. But I was still left wanting more. Wanting to dive into those talks and really soak them in. So the church is so hip and high tech and the archives are already up at lds.org. And our new conviction for couple FHE after the girls are asleep is to re-watch conference together. I highly recommend it. Tonight we listened to Elder Hales' talk on debt and addiction and JOYFULLY living within our means.

2 Ne. 9: 51
Wherefore, do not spend money for that which is of no worth, nor your labor for that which cannot satisfy. Hearken diligently unto me, and remember the words which I have spoken; and come unto the Holy One of Israel, and feast upon that which perisheth not, neither can be corrupted, and let your soul delight in fatness.

This is why I am trying to "Stay Focused." I want the right kind of fatness :)

Oh look, Eva's reading this very scripture! (She'll randomly grab Casey's "pictures" and sit down to read them :))

Mae's mastering sitting up. But I love it when she falls over and can't catch herself (as long as she makes a soft landing :))

2009-03-24T21:58:00.000-07:00

Whew! Sorry that last post was a doozy. But I think my frustrations resonated with a few of you and I guess that's why I shared them. Mae is doing better, btw. Eva seems to be having PMS - serious meltdowns. But life goes on... (and I won't be selling any babies on ebay, but thanks for your kind words :))

to the David Archuleta concert! Oh yeah, you know I went. When I first heard he was coming to St. George I wanted to go and then I wavered, thinking I could surely spend $25 on something more important. But last week as I came out of an internet/blog reading fog, I realized that I needed to do something real. Like see a live person perform. A cute little wholesome awkward teenager person. So I went with my sister Kristina and it was a great time. David's still awkward but has definitely progressed since last year. He's sporting some sweet Troy Bolton moves (that's from High School Musical in case you aren't a fan like myself) and his singing is incredible.

Things on my mind after the concert:

• I can't wait to indulge my daughters in things like this one day. They just better be okay with me dancing like a freak next to them.

• I want to play the piano! Kristal I wish you were here to teach me again :( I'd stick with it this time.

• I'm not a very good "wooo!"er. My voice always cracks. But I keep doing it :)

• That is the SAME STAGE that I walked on for high school and college graduations! And David was on it - oh my gosh!!!

• I learned many years ago to be okay with my affection for cheesy pop music. I still like songs with depth and meaning, but am a sucker for a good beat.

• I also love when lots of people are united in a common interest. That doesn't exactly articulate what I mean, but maybe I'll try another time to explain.
Little Archie
My cute tiny sister. Why is it that I'm the only one of us girls with such a round face? And rounder everything else for that matter?

And for the record - I'm not watching American Idol this year. I don't have time. My only indulgence is Lost. I've tried to watch The Office but it's just not doing it for me anymore...

Down the tube

2009-03-21T21:29:00.000-07:00

Please excuse me while I vent some exhaustion (and you will be rewarded with some very cute pictures)...Mae has had ear infections for over a month now. She's on antibiotic number 5 in her short 6 months of life (although we didn't finish one). She's actually still been pretty pleasant, except when she's waking up every couple of hours at night. I was all ready to start helping her sleep thought the night (read: let her cry it out) when these infections started. So now I pretty much nurse her whenever she wants it and act very "reary" (I hope you get what that means) to Casey in the middle of the night.

So I'm spent - physically and mentally. I don't like wondering if my baby is in pain. I don't like wondering if I should call the doctor. I don't like wondering if I should give her Tylenol or Ibuprofen or nothing. I don't like that I start to feel bad for myself more than for her. I don't like that I have no discipline and stay up too late, making things worse for myself. I don't like that I doubt my mothering skills and wonder if I'm not washing Eva's or my hands enough or any number of things and that's why Mae's getting sick. (oh - and my handy dandy otoscope hasn't proved very useful with Mae. It's so hard to see anything in her small ear and she got sick of me trying very quickly.)

BUT, reflecting on all of this - it's okay. As hard as it has been, I have too much to be grateful for to dwell on the hard times (although I know I just dwelt upon them for the last two paragraphs.) And there is hope on the horizon. We have an appointment set with the ENT. I guess ear tubes are just a part of life for the Niederhausers. But if it gives peace to my little Mae and peace to our family, then it's okay.

Does this look like the face of someone suffering? She's such an angel - even when she's sick.

Flippin' Sweet

2009-03-15T20:03:00.000-07:00

So Eva's new favorite movie these days is Napoleon Dynamite. Her favorite scenes in order:

4. Napoleon's dance (she likes to put on her snow boots when she watches this)
3. Napoleon and Deb dancing to "Time after Time"
2. Summer and the Happy Hands girls dancing/signing to "Larger than Life"
1. Napoleon riding up on the horse during the secret ending after the credits. She always cheers when he appears. And she loves wedding stuff these days so she likes seeing Lafonda in the white dress.

And she loves tots these days too. It sure beats watching Barney or Space Buddies or even The Wiggles over and over and over...I don't usually mind when she says she wants to watch "Po-We-An" (And, coincidentally, if you're ever had the pleasure of watching Space Buddies, the Russian cosmonaut guy happens to be our friend Rex from Rex-Kwan-Do.)

As for me, my favorite character and performance by far is John Gries as Uncle Rico. Too bad he had to be Ben Linus' jerk dad and get killed on Lost :)

Hear Ye Hear Ye

2009-03-08T20:48:00.000-07:00

For those of you who seem to constantly be wondering if their kids' ears are bothering them, or for those who just like to see lots of ear wax, I present to you...

www.drmomotoscope.com

Casey just bought me one on ebay. Can't beat $30 and it actually works pretty well! I checked out my whole extended families ears tonight. I saw Eva's tubes (cool!) and Mae's current infections (not cool!)

I've been wanting one of these for a long time now - I just didn't know there was one so inexpensive. If you ever want to check your kids ears, don't hesitate to drop by. I won't even charge you a $20 co-pay!

Seriously?!

2009-03-07T20:38:00.001-08:00

Three things that have me saying "Seriously?!" lately

1. I just bought some new toothbrushes that I thought were fairly standard - not too cheap (it's not worth it) but not too fancy (not necessary). And then I get home and hey my toothbrushes are scratch and sniff! I'm not joking. I didn't realize the toothbrush market was so competitive that they had to start adding goofy gimmicks like this.

2. The other day I turned on Oprah (a rare occurrence) and Jenny McCarthy was on there talking about her Autism crusade. As an aside, she was saying something about how hard it must be for stay-at-home moms and then said very passionately that they should be paid by the government and Oprah nodded in agreement. That's plain ridiculous in my mind! Don't degrade a mother's care by putting a monetary value on it. And keep the government out of it.

3. These two girls. Seriously?! They're my daughters? Can they get any cuter?

Un Buen Idea

2009-03-02T20:02:00.000-08:00

My grandparents started something several years ago that I think is a great idea. Instead of giving us all birthday presents every year, they donate money to a charity called Deseret International that goes to struggling countries and provides medical services, including surgeries for cleft palates, club feet, vision problems, prosthetics. The list goes on and on. Each year my grandma sends us a copy of their company newsletter as a reminder of the good that is being done. None of us need more THINGS, so I love that she is using her money for something better (although she does manage to pick out very cool Christmas gifts for us each year- no ugly sweaters from this grandma!)

Un buen idea, no? (en Espanol in honor of the three (three!) Spanish speaking missions they served together before my grandpa passed on.)

Hey look, they have a blog!

Poor Dads

2009-02-28T20:22:00.001-08:00

Do you often find yourself calling home and always asking for your mom instead of your dad? (Or mother-in-law instead of father-in-law) Poor guys. I like it when I have an excuse to actually talk to my dad (who's not much of a talker.) But usually it's "Is mom there?"

I sure hope that happens one day with me and Eva, because right now she'd much rather have her dad around than me. Pretty much every morning when I get up (and she's already up with Casey) she says "Mommy, back to sleep!" If only I could :)

Everything is amazing, nobody is happy...

2009-02-26T19:10:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the couple of swears, but this is good...