Monster Toast

This was a fun thing mia and I did today.

Conquering His Fears. . . In the rain, no less.

Will First Bike Ride!:

 

 

PIONEER DAY BLUES or The Aggravating Absence of Salt Water Taffy

Blame it on the pregnancy, I need to vent. I'm so bummed. Despite the toasty temperatures, I love this time of year. Every 23rd of July whoever is available in my family and a bunch of our extended family go to the Bountiful parade, then to my mom and dad's house for dinner and treats, and then go for a short walk to the park above their house to watch fireworks. I was really looking forward to this year for a couple of reasons. With mom and dad gone, I really needed the smiling faces and good company of my family. I was especially excited to go because my brother Shaun and his family are in town. Well Sunday night, Mia couldn't breathe. I took her to the dr. the next day to find out she has croup. Last night was the parade and party etc. I celebrated by going to bed early, listening to neighbors setting off fireworks. LAME. This morning we watched the parade on channel 5. I would have paid money to have someone throw some salt water taffy at me. I can actually taste it right now. And just for the record, I don't even like parades that much, I guess the kid in me still gets a thrill out of seeing free candy getting flung about.

It's now Thursday and Mia's better, in fact she hasn't coughed or had a runny nose for two days. But the dr. said she's contagious (technically) for 7 days. I think there's a conspiracy going on. Despite my best attempts to keep everyone healthy (vitamins, hand washing, bleach baths) Every time family is in town its ends up that one of my kids gets sick. It's just no bueno. Oh, just to top things off, I woke up this morning, feeling achy and sick.

So boo hoo HOOEY. I'm holed up in the house feeling like $%# and my sibs and adorable nieces and nephs. are all bonding, making memories and having a blast. It's not that I don't want them to, it just sucks not be a part of it.

Am I finished ranting? Yes I am. Do I feel any better. No, not really. LAME. LAME. LAME.
Keep the croup. Mia and I want Salt Water Taffy.


p.s. I would just like to give a shout out to Mom and Dad, "I love you, I miss you!" AND I want to say "hi" and "I miss your stinkin' guts" to Brandon, Karley, Austin, Riley, and Henry. I guess we all missed it this year eh?
Love you guys!
 

A little violinist, a big guitarist, and two karate kids

Today Mia had her first violin lesson with Miss Suzanne. She LOVED it. Maybe 3 is to young, but she payed attention the whole time, walked out with a huge smile on her face, and has practiced here three times! As long as she's having fun, right?

It's kind of been a big day for our family. Ben had his first guitar lesson and Spencer and Will had their first karate class together. They all happened at once so I didn't get picture of everyone. Nevertheless, I'm so excited that we can expand our horizons.

CHICKSLIXSIA: Mia's New Hairstyle

This Sunday morning Mia decided she wanted to do her own hair. She walked into my bathroom and got the squirt bottle and her favorite hairbrush. She then walked over and sat on the coffee table and began to "do" her hair. "I'm gon' braid my hair. It's called chickslixsia."She then proceeded to squirt the top of her head and brush her hair in unconventional directions. You too can master this look with a  little practice and a lot of water.

How to Chickslixsiate your hair:

Step 1: squirt hair repeatedly. (You cannot overdo this step.)

Step 2: brush hair upwards, or in whatever direction you wish.

Steip 3: get a camera so you can capture your masterpiece for your posterity.

CHICKSLIXSIA MASTERED!!!!

Close-up of successfully executed Chickslixsia.
BEAUTIFUL!!!

Look-out fashion world! Here comes MIA!!!

Stay tuned for more groundbreaking fashion trends and ideas from the Mia-myster.

May Days 2014

May has been a really fun month. See for yourself:

 

Spence and Natalee warming up by the fire.

 

 Ben was a master fire builder. He has some definite pyrotechnic skills.

 

Loving Our Hammock in the Backyard.

Will's 4th Grade Utah Program.

Mr. Alexander- AKA The Best 4th Grade Teacher Ever. Today is the last day of school and
Will actually prayed at breakfast this morning that he wouldn't cry when it was time to leave the school.

Mia does her best Miranda Sings impression.

Mia turns to 7-11 for fashion accessories.

The most patient brothers ever just endured a very cute but very long recital.
Ben bought Mia roses. Sooooo sweet!

Mia ADORES he dance teacher, Miss Shannon. Yay Starshine Studios!

Alfonso and Ben and the "star" of the show..

Will had to have a plantars wart frozen off his foot. He did NOT want to do it,
so naturally I bribed him with an oreo shake from Dairy Keen.

While our backyard lawn may look like a war-zone the kids still managed to relax on the swing.

Mia practicing for her recital.

Our boys are VERY hard workers! With Alfonso as an excellent example.
Our most recent project is to repair the entire sprinkling system in our yard. Oy vey.

p.s. Our backyard may be small, but it needs A LOT of digging.

Cutting a massive tree root that broke the line.
 

Not pictured here; Hours and hours of make-up homework bringing c's, d's and f's to a's and b's (Way to go Ben and Spence).
Alfonso is continuing to lose weight. 40 lbs. since November! (Way to go Alfonso)
The announcement of a new addition to the family, coming late November.
2 bouts of stomach flu (sorry Mia and Spence).
Ben and his friend Josh's awesome school performance of "Lean on Me" Ben played the piano and Josh played the drums and sang.
A great memorial day with the Gines family.
All three of my brothers qualified to run the St. George Marathon in October. (Way to go, Shaun, Nick, and Brandon!)

Imaginary Friends: Harvey, Bubble Buddy, and Squella

Have you ever seen the movie, "Harvey"? If not, it's time. I don't use the word "charming" often, but it's the only word I can think of to describe this film. At the heart of the story is Elwood P. Dowd and his unflinching devotion to his "imaginary friend," a 6 foot, 3 and 1/2 inch tall rabbit named Harvey. In the film you really come to wonder if Harvey is real.

 

A Movie Poster for "Harvey."

Elwood commissions a painting of himself and his "friend."

The reason I bring this up is because little 3-year-old Mia (as you may know from my "kids say the darndest things" column) is starting to have a few imaginary friends with hilarious names. So far, it's not a problem. She talks to them and plays with them. Today she asked for some cheese for her friend Squella. After I served enough cheese for Squella AND Mia, Mia announced that Squella doesn't like cheese and graciously offered to eat the cheese for her. It reminds me of the SpongeBob Squarepants episode, "Bubble Buddy." Where SpongeBob creates a friend out of boredom and bugs the heck out of everyone in Bikini Bottom.

 

SpongeBob and Bubble Buddy on the See-Saw.

I figure there's no harm in Mia's little "friend(s)" as long as it's just for fun and it doesn't get too weird if you know what I mean? I guess my question is, did you ever have an imaginary friend? If you did, tell me more.

I'd love some feedback on this.

Divorce?

Warning: This blogpost contains my opinion. . . take it or leave it.

 

I just had a dream that two of our neighbors were getting a divorce. These two always seem so in love, the thought of them divorcing seems rediculous. Well, it got me to thinking about divorce and what an ugly word it is. Before I go on, I have to tell you, Alfonso & I have never been happier together. He asks me almost every day if I'll marry him, I never hesitate to say yes.

 

We both have known the "dark side" of marraige, the pain and suffering that drove us to divorce others in the past. And the pain and suffering that resulted.

 

Let me tell you about my feelings of divorce. I think many people look at it as a means to an end. I think many people glamorize it as such. Phrases like: "This isnt working." make me cringe. You know what? YOU'RE NOT WORKING. The mentality of: "We should divorce. Our problems will end, our lives will be better in the long run. It'll be hard but we'll both be better for it in the long run. " is so rediculous.

 

No. No way. I can tell you divorce doesnt work that way. Divorce isn't a means to an end. . . Its only the beginning of your problems.

 

For starters, and for both parties it is undisputable financial suicide. I don't care who you are. It rips your heart, it tears your soul, it scars you parts of you, you didnt know existed. It forever haunts you. But for your kids? It does all that and more and then shatters your kids entire world & sense of security. Not a day goes by that I dont see results of divorce STILL affecting one of our three boys. If you think that divorce will end your interactions with your former spouse, you're wrong. Especially if you have children together. You will see, interact, coordinate, still agree or disagree with them on a regular basis. In some ways maybe indirectly, but daily. Co-parenting does not end with divorce.

 

I dont think that divorce should ever be considered unless is in an absolute LAST resort. Only if the marraige in jeopardy is worse than the beast I've been describing and even then, only if you have done EVERYTHING in your power to make it work. (And I mean EVERYTHING). When I got divorced I'd be frustrated when my lawyer asked repeatedly if there was ANYTHING we could do to save the marriage. I wanted to reply, "Of course not. Thats why we're here. Let's get this over with." But that sweet old man knew exactly what he was saying & I'd like to echo it. Is there anything that can still be done? To save it? Any stone unturned? Any fraction of a chance for it to survive? Any pride that can be replaced with painfully Christ-like love? If the answer is yes. Dont give up. Dont throw in the towel. YOU put the "work" into "making it work." You won't regret it.

 

You may ask, "How can she say this?"  "How can she advise to never give up, when she gave up and divorced ten years ago?" I can answer that without hesitation. I never gave up. When my past marriage failure and divorce attempts to haunt me, I can say with a clear conscience that with God's divine help, I did EVERYTHING I could.

 

And only then-with that well-earned peace of mind can I truly enjoy the new life he's given me and this second chance that I will never, NEVER take for granted.

 

A Strong Reminder

Mia's having trouble learning how to dress/undress herself. Tonight, I was so tired. It was time to get ready for bed. She wasn't listening to me and I guess I lost my temper.
She looked up at me and with a hurt expression, said, "Mom, why are you angry?"
I was caught off guard a little and answered, "I don't know, I guess I just can't help it."
Do you know what she said to me?

She looked right into my eyes, dead serious, and said, "You need to be stronger."

YOU NEED TO BE STRONGER. It's true, I do need to be stronger. I just never expected my three-year-old to be the one to tell me. This is a girl who still manages to form the most adorably incorrect sentences. But tonight she spoke to me with wisdom beyond her years. I was and am very humbled.
Thank you Mia.
I'll be stronger.

Tomorrow's Mountain

Life is such a struggle.
Listen to me talk, I've have a good life. I'm very fortunate, and while troubles heap up around me, I know without a doubt that things could ALWAYS be worse. 
But really, life is tough.
Just as soon as we feel like we've overcome an obstacle; the moment we've reached the top of a mountain, we find we're standing at the foot of another.

Waiting to be climbed.

Only to be followed by another mountain and another and so on, and so on til the day we die. Depressed yet?
Maybe I am, tonight.

The truth is, our success or failure in this life depends entirely on our attitude. We've been dealt a hand of reality. A heaping helping of things we cannot change, and unabashed challenge to identify and do something about the things we can.

There are a few things I can be sure of. I know who I'm climbing with. I know that their companionship, support and presence makes this journey infinitely better. I know that I'm climbing for a reason. I know that I'm going somewhere. This series of mountains isn't torture. It's not designed to trick me, or punish me. It's to make me stronger. It's to bring me joy. When better to experience joy, then when standing at the top of a peak, feeling the wind in my hair, and knowing that my efforts and struggles and the grace of God made the view possible.

So tonight, instead of being overwhelmed by what rough patches may wait for me in the very near future, I can enjoy where I am now. I can enjoy the peace I feel from doing what I believe and know is right. I can sleep well knowing that I put in a good day's work. I can pat myself on the back because I didn't lash out on anyone who may have driven me to the brink of sanity. I can take a moment to listen to the voices of the people around me that I love, and embrace the chaos. I can tell them I love them. I can show them I love them. I can know that after a night of attempted rest, and a sincere prayer on my knees, I will have everything I need to climb tomorrow.