Monday, March 15, 2010

Welcome Home!

Grama and Gramps "Mission" made it back to American Soil on Friday... and headed home to the place that I has been my 'home' since birth...

Wow - you may look at this and see just another house.
I look at this and am flooded with countless memories of a lifetime of
*comings and goings
*entering and exitings
*tearful goodbyes
*joyful hellos
*pictures on the porch
*learning volley ball from my big sis
on the front lawn
*learning the coolest basketball 'fake' move
from my big brother in the driveway
*many sleepovers on the tramp in the back
*neighborhood conglomerations concocting all
sorts of games and adventures
around the premises
*running in the door with exciting news
*making it to the door before the tears
fell with sad news
*feeling the unmistakable cling of steam hit you at the door and knowing it was 'canning night'
*seeing the soothing blue christmas lights surround the beautiful white tree in the window on a serene winter night and knowing you truly were 'home for Christmas'
*beautiful sunrises from the kitchen window
*exotic sunsets from the front porch
*family movie nights
*late night talks
*laughter
*tears
*dancing
*wrestling
*amazing home cooked meals
*snuggle time
*Traditions!
*security
*warmth
*love

**family.
It's what life is all about.
Thank you, mom and dad, for telling me with your words, but more importantly for teaching me with your actions.
Welcome Home
I love you

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

It seemed like a good idea at the time...

... to schedule 5 yo appt. and 4 month old appt. back to back. When I called and they said they had two time slots right by each other, first thing in the morning, I thought, "great! we'll zip in and zip out - no problem, right?" WRONG...

... I didn't count on the extended 5 year appt. guidelines (hearing/vision screening - with a boy who many people outside his 'trusted circle' actually think is mute... yea, try getting this one to say what letters he sees... that nurse earned her paycheck today!)
... I didn't count on big sis getting sick in the wee hours of the morning, missing school, coming with us, and actually throwing up in the Dr. office, right when the Dr. walked in (hey, at least it wasn't the bishops office this time, right??!)
... I didn't count on the Dr. (our FAVORITE pediatrician EVER) telling us that she was moving in two months... out west... to be closer to family... (right at my peak of home-sickness in knowing that my parents are returning to a huge family gathering this week... out west... and we will still be in the middle of tundraland minnesota)
... I didn't count on 2 yo having a major poopy diaper right in the middle of things and screaming such to the entire wing of the clinic as he kept opening the door to go out and get changed
... I didn't count on sick sis slamming her finger in the door right as we were walking out of the house to go to appointment
... I didn't count on 2 yo stomping through mud right before we left, then getting a cup of water in the exam room, spilling it, then stopping his muddy shoes all through it, creating our own personal mud pit in the middle of the exams
... I didn't count on 5 yo falling right into a wooden ledge in the dr's office just before they came back in for the shots, causing both a mouth AND nose bleed at the same time
... I didn't count on shots - well, I knew there would be shots... just didn't count on the fact that 5 yo would be getting FIVE shots, and this same boy who just a few months earlier hardly flinched at his flu vaccine shot started WAILING, FLAILING and GNASHING TEETH the minute he saw the 'shot bucket'. Seriously - have you ever tried to hold down a ravaged 99.9 percentile 5 year old who is bent on NOT getting his shots??!
... I didn't count on the fact that 4 month old would also be getting multiple vaccine shots - right at the time of the poopy diaper/bloody lip/screaming 5 yo episode

... Yep, it seemed like a good idea at the time...

Monday, March 8, 2010

Be the Chocolate Chip!


No, seriously...
This is our unofficial young women's theme for the year - and our New Beginnings topic. It was such a fun topic - all the brain child of our Laurel Advisor, who used it for a lesson a few years ago in a primary class, and then used it again last year for a laurel lesson. We then elaborated it, created some T-shirts, and turned it into a whole topic.

For the real story behind the chocolate chip, feel free to email me (or someone tell me how to link it, and I will gladly post it!). It is a very interesting story on how the chocolate chips were invented.

I also have the whole lesson that elaborates on the theme, with mnemonics for the word C.H.I.P. of specifics on how we can, indeed be the chocolate chip in a world of cookies :).

I love young women's!

P.S. We are also selling the t-shirts for an unofficial camp fun raiser - let me know if you want one... (they do come with a cutsie copy of the story attached :) ).

The 70's called...

... and they wanted their disco ball knobs back.
Seriously, they are DISCO BALL KNOBS.

And I have lived with them for 5 years.
Along with a yellow kitchen.
Yes, I said yellow kitchen. With antiquing on the cabinets (that one realtor thought was dirt...).


So of course, 2 months before we leave, I finally get the overwhelming desire to completely repaint the kitchen. (?!)

So, this weekend, I did the deed.
Yep.

Took down the cabinets
Sanded
Repainted
Re KNOBBED
and Rehung


and of course, once the cabinets were done, I had to do the walls.
Add in some super cute photography by an uber-talented and super-creative friend (Thanks, Jolene!!)


... and the look is complete.

I can walk into my kitchen without shuttering
And cook in peace
... for the next two months.

I am convinced...

That the bodies which belong to 5th children are put through a more rigorous pre-spirit filled qualifying test, and must be made of a more durable fabric than the average every-day body.
... the bodies must pass extra tests of being stretched, squeezed, squished, kissed, grabbed, stickied, and just plain used and abused.


I am convinced that the spirits which come to those over-tested bodies are also put through some pre-life qualifications themselves, including extra doses of patience, long-suffering, smiles, and unconditional love.

Otherwise, there is no way that 5th children (or the mother of 5th children) would ever live to see their first birthdays with any sort of sanity in tact.

... and that's all I have to say about that.

So I got a call a month ago...

From a sweet pseudo-companion from the mission, asking me what I had going on the last weekend in Feb...

How do I even begin to describe Deb (or Hna. Barry as I met her so many years ago)...

... she's the type of person that makes you feel like her best friend, even though you know she has a jillion friends all over the world and they ALL feel that way.
... she is one of the big wigs in an organization called, "Save the Children," and she travels all over the world, well, saving children. Whenever there is a disaster in any country, be it natural or manmade, you can be that she is on the first plane out to help get programs in place for the children of the area.
... seriously, she has been to countries that I can't even pronounce, let alone find on a map! (she's had to explain a few geography lessons to me over the years...)
... and yes, she is right now in Haiti, and advising Chili at the same time...
... and when she's not out saving the children, she's meeting with U.N. officials, or in U.S. Senate meeting (which is ironic, since she is from Wales), or having lunch with newly elected presidents of Afganistan, ... you get the picture.
... and yet, through all of this, she still manages to remember my birthday EVERY year (and I think I have yet to get hers right on the date in all the years we've known each other... sorry Deb!!), or come and visit when my twins are born, or just 'pop' in if she has a layover in my vicinity.

... so when she calls and asks if you have a free weekend, you can bet it won't be free for long. This was no exception. While we were talking, she informed me that she was on the computer at that moment booking me a ticket to San Francisco for a mini-mission rendezvous.

... and my dear, sweet hubby offered to be Mr. Mom at home to make it work for me (LOVE that man!!).

... so before I knew what was happening, I was boarding a plane with babe in arms (can't quite separate her from her feeding source just yet...), on my way to Sunny California for 72 hours of laughing, reminiscing, and just plane hanging out with some of the finest women I have had the pleasure of knowing.

... it was a complete blast from the past. I found myself teleported back in time 14 years (yes, I really am getting OLD!!), and a couple countries away (I was actually surprised to have hot water, realizing that we were, in fact not in Guatemala anymore, but in an American Hotel room).

As each one of us got off the plane (all of the flights happened to be within a couple hours of each other), we just started talking as if we hadn't skipped a beat since the rare talk-times on the mission, and kept right on talking until we finally separated after the weekend to our various destinations.

... and we also squeezed in a few adventures, like...
Like a trolly ride through San Fran... Deb on the left, Kristen on the right.

Sweet Nou and Kirsten sitting on the other side of me

... mapping out our day to be sure to include classics like clam chowder, cheese cake, and chocolate!!



... striking poses by the ever-present palm trees (and emailing pictures of palm trees to hubby with the question of why we are living in Tundra land when some people get to see palm trees in February!!)

... and catching a glimpse of the Chinese New Year parade (where a group of Chinese tourists in front of us turned around and started snapping pictures of baby Elizabeth... go figure!)

... and of course culminating with a walk to the famous Ghiradelli Square (If you look closely, I think you can see the heavenly lights beaming down on this most heavenly place even!), where chocolate was had by all (and it wasn't even the Guate-wanna-be-but-not-quite-getting-it-right-chocolate, either!)


... But the best of all was just being able to pick up after 14 years like we had been together just the last P-Day carving Sandia's for Halloween or relishing choco-bananos, or getting stopped in the middle of the main freeway of Guatemala because a truckload of cows got free and the cows were roaming the road, or getting necklaces cut off by crazy knife-men on random city busses...

Seriously, to think that I would never have had the opportunity of meeting these amazing women had I not gone on a mission is so sad - they are the type of women that make you want to be better just by being in their presence. They all are so incredibly talented and amazing in so many different walks of life: teachers, wives, mothers, children savers, and yet all so incredibly down to earth and centered in the gospel. After so many years apart, just having the center of the gospel in common (and some crazy, relived mission stories!!) was like coming home once again.

... Love you girlies! Thanks for making such an eternal impact on my life. Thanks for making me leave the weekend wanting to be a little bit more like each one of you and be a better me.
Can't wait for New York!!

Did you know...

That while this has been the scene outside our windows for far too long now...
... some people are seeing this??
... so tell me again, WHY is Minnesota such a great place to live??


signed,
bitter burrrrr
Tundraland, MN