The Reason

Something that struck my mind & heart at some point in our Church Christmas program today was that all of this...the miraculous conception, the birth in a barn, the manger for a bed, the new star in the sky, the perfect life, the atonement for the sins of all mankind, the death and resurrection...really happened. It's not just a great story (although it is a great story!) It really and truly happened, to real people. Yes, a long time ago. But it really happened. A poor, pregnant woman really did have to give birth in a barn. Jesus Christ really did live a perfect life, never committing sin. And he really did give up his life for us. And then the best part - he really was resurrected and lives again. Really. It really happened. Wow. And because of that, all things are possible. I love this scripture in 2 Peter 1:16:

"For we have not followed cunningly devised fables, when we made known unto you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of his majesty." In other words, these are not just neat stories that we're telling you. They're real. And although I'm not a eyewitness, like Peter was, I am a witness - because I do have faith that it's real - and it really happened. And with that, I wish you a Merry Christmas!

The photo is of my very dear friend Martha and her baby boy Dallin taken at the Nativity production in 2007.

Busy Picking Strawberries in December

I have received a few comments, either in person or by email regarding the absence of new posts. I have started many, many posts about birthdays, Thanksgiving, my parents' visit, holiday parties and performances, inspiring talks at church, etc. but have not completed a ONE!!! Casting frustration aside, I offer some insight and then I am penciling some time into my schedule - probably New Year's Eve - to play catch up. Each post will be posted with its original date, so you may have to do some scrolling. Enjoy, and then check back later to learn why so few posts, who am I kidding, NO posts have been completed and shared in the last 5! weeks.

The other day I was watching a devotional talk on BYU TV as I did the usual...simultaneously clean house, do laundry, play with the little ones, clean food off the floor, kiss a booboo or two, pay the bills, make the beds. Okay, so maybe I wasn't watching, I was listening and rewinding repeatedly...Anyway, the speaker talked about last winter and how her grandchildren came over on a snowy day and built the biggest snowman she'd ever seen - absolutely HUGE! And in the coming days and weeks it continued to snow, and snow, and snow some more...so that eventually, the drifts covered the snowman and he disappeared entirely. But. A few months later she was picking strawberries in her yard, right there where those massive snowdrifts had been months before. Her point? Seasons change. Our lives change. Whether we want them to or not, they are going to change. My season right now seems to consist mostly of running. Not the mind-cleansing, jogging kind, but running to catch up, only to fall behind all over again. Don't get me wrong I love, love, love being busy and running and doing. And everyone knows that shirking housework and avoiding laundry and finding reasons not to cook are practically artforms for me, but eventually, the dishes have to be put away, the laundry has to be folded, and it would be great to feed my family a meal thoughtfully prepared by me with love, not angst to move on to the next task. So I'm reminding myself. These moments are wonderful. Most of the time, my daily duties and seeing the world through my children's eyes are like picking strawberries, but sometimes it can feel like standing in a snowdrift. So, I am trying to appreciate it and enjoy it. I am getting good at cleaning entire rooms by picking things up with my toes as I fold laundry or dust. I'm figuring out how to pay attention to the moments that count while dismissing the list of would've, should've, could'ves that often plays in my head. Like usual. And for the first time in my life I feel the need to remind myself that this is a good season. A really good season. And right around the corner? Another season. A different season. Hopefully another good season. But if not...another season will be coming along right after it. And eventually, I'll be picking strawberries...

Jillian's Christmas Program

Jillian's pre-school Christmas production, and boy was it ever a production. I. Tell. Ya! The teachers worked so feverishly planning and practicing and toiling and practicing some more. Lets just say their efforts paid off BIG time. The night was outstanding! Before you play the videos scroll down to the bottom of your screen and pause the music.

A New Calling

So, I haven't had a calling at church in like ev-uh! And today, Brother Conners approached me after sacrament meeting. A more accurate description might take on the image of a run-down, Ha! And I knew, just as everyone knows. It was my turn. My turn to answer, to plan, to prepare, to serve. So a new calling it is, but I must admit, I feel rather spoiled. This calling definitely allows me the best of both worlds: to interact with the youth of the ward and to regularly attend Gospel Principals AND Relief Society. Any guesses? Send me a comment stating what you think my calling is and the winner gets a prize. Hint: Rachel, your mom was this to me when I was growing up.

Grace in your Face!

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul.

~ Henry Ward Beecher

As Thanksgiving is approaching, I have began to reflect on my own personal graciousness (or lack thereof!) I am married to probably the most gracious person I have ever met in my whole entire life. Like, totally! Seriously! I know I make fun, but it is only to make light of how inept I really feel when compared to this esteeming quality he so easily possesses. I stand in awe of his gentle, sincere gratitude; the sweet graciousness that guides and directs his life, his soul. In my search to become more gracious, Mark and I had the following conversation...

J: I wish I were more gracious, but I always feel on the spot or unprepared. Grace, not the I-can-dance-like-a-ballerina kind but the other kind, just doesn't come naturally for me.

M: I think you are a very gracious person. (He went off on a tangent naming other admirable qualities I possess, but are too embarrassing in a modest sort of way to mention.)

J: But I am not!

M: Yes, you are.

J: No, really I don't think I am.

M: Okay, now is when you say 'Thank you!'"

J: See! Case in point. (did I mention, I often HAVE! to have the last word, too.)

Can I Pull Off "Retro Chic"?

Or will I just look old and/or silly? My swim suit and swim dress came in the mail today. I am reposting the pictures from online instead of modeling them myself (um, ya - no!) SO - I tried them on and now I am wondering will I look "retro-chic" (definitely the look I was going for) or just plain old lady? Will this really work for me?

I Just Gotta Say...

…that I’m very proud to be an American today. I hope you are too, no matter who you voted for yesterday. I woke up with a similar feeling to the one I had in the days following September 11, 2001. I am sobered by the challenges that lie ahead, but filled with an overwhelming sense of hope that we are capable of the task if we all work together on common ground. I truly believe that there is more that unites us in this country than divides us. One more thought. To the credit of both candidates, I don’t believe this election was about race. My skin is white. In the winter, buried under the layers of my warm clothes, it is pasty white. And for that fact alone, my American experience for the last thirty years came with a set of advantages and opportunities that I will never be able to count or comprehend. And I acknowledge that for generations, the American experience for people born without white skin came with a set of disadvantages and limitations that they were forced to comprehend all too well. I believe that yesterday a man was elected president of the United States on the content of his character and not the color of his skin. Whether you voted for him or not, we all deserve congratulations for participating in a historical election that was not about race but by default will impact the previous advantages, disadvantages, opportunities and limitations once defined by race. That alone is cause to celebrate!!! I wanted to say something funny here (as I am holding back the tears for the um-teenth time today), to wrap things up and to remind us all not to take ourselves too seriously, but I’m coming up blank (who knew?). I’m just too busy being proud to be an American today.

Off to the Store...

...to buy cereal

and maybe a few other things.

A Bright Idea

Mark and I have decided to finally, and I do mean finally, finish the basement. A project that we have started too many times than I can count. I am wanting a really fun light fixture for the "kids area" and I think I found it. Cute right? Love the colors, love the concept!

Hating the price. Not sure - okay definitely know, I will not be dropping $300 for this sassy chandelier. Curse you, Pottery Barn! So does anybody know if I could buy the wiring mechanism to whip up something like this? I am pretty crafty and could manage the details; I just don't know where to get the hardware.

Happy Halloween!

Though, it really, truly isn't Halloween (that is tomorrow) Trick-or-Treat in Grandma and Grandpa's village was tonight. So, we joined Josh and Alyssa in some good ole Halloween candy collecting. And, boy oh boy, did we have a blast.Brendan has been planning his costume since November 1, 2007. I was actually surprised at just how many hippies were out in our neighborhood this year. Jillian wanted to be a Star Wars family, but couldn't convince Brendan to give up his year-in-the-making hippie attire, so she settled for Cinderella. Not that Cinderella is that bad of a consolation costume. Karigan fell in love with Daisy. She laughed, she cackled, she loved, and she hugged that costume so we knew that was the one for her. That is, until we discovered the bill actually quacked. That kind of freaked her out. Okay, it really freaked her out. So no quacking! After we collected our loot, we headed back to Grandma and Grandpa's for our Halloween tradition: pizza, subs, and veggies from JR's. yumyumyum!

Gobble Dee Gook

Tonight our pumpkin's fate would be sealed. They would become the most dramatic piece of artwork our hands could muster, our knives could carve. Even Karigan would not suffice with simply being a spectator. Brendan dove in, sleeves up, but did not spare us the comedy of his expressions. Jillian watched and managed and instructed, but refused to do much herself. Goodness knows, pumpkin carving is dirty work.

The finished products.

From left: Karigan, Brendan, Mark, Jillian, and Jennifer

To Swim or Not To Swim?

Okay, so this was no easy task for me because winter is approaching and the selection of swimsuits to purchase locally is null. So, I have no other choice but to buy online - which absolutely terrifies me. Agh! Every girl out there knows that a swimsuit is not an easy purchase, in fact, it borderlines torture. Finding the perfect fit, the right amount of coverage, and the proper support is the triathlon of swimsuit shopping. Once achieved, it is the trifecta! Add the additional battle of need vs. function and finding the suit to compliment both, now that is a real dilemma. I don't really feel all that self conscious in a swim suit. Maybe I should feel more self conscious because this bod ain't what it used to be (not that it was all that to begin with.) But for some reason, the way I look or don't look, for that matter, has never really bothered me all that much. I know I could drop a few (okay maybe more) pounds. I know I could tone up, but I am not going to sit on the ship (or at home during the summer) just because I don't look like a supermodel in my bathing suit. So, these are my choices. We did not actually "swim" on the ship during our first cruise, but we did do a lot of lounging (aka sleeping for Mark) in our suits on the deck. We did go snorkeling in St. Thomas, though I don't think snorkeling will be on the agenda this time around, we do plan to spend a lot of time on the beach when we are at the "private island." I definitely want a suit that I will feel comfortable walking around on the beach, probably more of a swim dress, and another suit for soaking up the rays on ship. Suit 1 and 4 are also available in scarlet red and steel blue. Which ones do you like, what are your picks?

Like Pulling Teeth

The tooth that came out of Jillian's mouth today was "like pulling teeth!" I TELL YA! Literally and figuratively. I now know and truly understand the origin of this cliche because my, oh my...She wouldn't let anyone touch the tooth as it dangled from a single strand of gum. Once, she was convinced to part with her little ivory, I pulled quickly so she couldn't change her mind. Sadly, this one was a bleeder. More blood than I am comfortable seeing come from my own child. Jillian cried - a lot. For some reason this time she felt like she was losing a part of herself that she would never get back. So she mourned and grieved and fell out all over herself about a tooth. She asked if the Tooth Fairy could leave her tooth behind (I guess she thought she was going to construct a shrine for this little ole tooth of hers.) So she and Daddy wrote a note requesting that Jillian's tooth remain with her "for always." Then her tooth and note were placed her little bag. And, just like Jillian, she was fine. She got it all out and was ready for the tooth fairy to come because this time she was convinced that the tooth fairy was going to bring her a new Barbie.

~

"Bye little tooth. I will miss you."

Toothless?

~ Well, I am not sure if one missing tooth qualifies for the description of being toothless, but for all dramatic purposes (we are talking about Jillian, after all) that wiggly tooth of hers finally got the yank. And, better yet, she has declared herself as becoming toothless (the one next to it is loose, too.) A big shout out goes to Poppy. He bought Jillian this Tooth Fairy bag when they were here a few months ago. How did he know, our Tooth Fairy days were coming so soon?

~

"Can I call Poppy?"

To the Nines

So we haven't even decided where exactly we will be cruising, and I am already picking out dresses for our formal dinners. Go figure. I mean really, would you expect anything less from me? All I really need, clothing wise, is a couple of dresses and the inevitable swimsuit (I will post more about that when I get the courage to actually look for one.) So, these are my choices. I really can't decide on the two that I would like. The first one is my absolute favorite. Very classy and elegant! The remaining three are shown in different colors than I would pick, but these were the only photos available. The second dress would be smoke in color; more like a titanium. I like this one because it is cute and sassy. The third dress would be a wine color. It is very plain in the front and detailed with bustling in the back - a perfect bridesmaid dress. The fourth dress Mark chose and the color would be "sterling orchid" which is lavender with a metallic sheen. The criss-cross is joined with a faux crystal broach - very exquisite. Now the tough part...A Decision. SO - let me know which one you like. The best part is...each dress is on sale at David's Bridal for a mere $39. How great is that! A beautiful dress and a bargain. Heck, I might buy all four. Woohoo!

We're Cruisin'

Today was my day to volunteer in Jillian's class. Oh, how I have missed working in the classroom. Mark and Karigan were going to run a few errands, so they dropped us off and then picked us up. As I climbed into the truck, Mark had this sheepish grin on his face and our favorite song just so happened to be playing on the radio. Yet, I suspected nothing, nothing at all. So, about the errands he had to run. "Just what were those errands, Mark?" Well lets just say, they involved planning a cruise and securing childcare during said cruise for our up-and-coming anniversary. And boy, oh boy was I ever so surprised. I love, love, love surprises. Unfortunately, I am not so easy to surprise, but oh my gravy was I ever so super dee duperly surprised. I can't stop saying how surprised I was, still am, and probably will be for a while. This man is the absolute love of my life and the idea of spending five days with him on a beach, on a boat, under the sun, and under the sea is just H-E-A-V-E-N, Heaven. Now, if only I can make it the five days without my other loves, our kaddos.

Conked Out

“Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o'clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap." ~ Robert Fulgham

Sunday afternoons couldn't be any better

High-Ho, High-Ho

This week has been all about opposites. Megan and Bailey went home yesterday. So hopefully a little calmness will find its way back into our lives. One day the weather was sunny and gorgeous and warm. The next it was raining and absolutely freezing. FREEZING, I tell ya! Which left Megan in an angst. She wanted more than anything for the weather to be cold and just plain dreary while she was here. For me it just emphasizes that I am not ready for winter, but that's Ohio for you! One week we were all healthy and happy-go-lucky. Fast forward to later in the week and we're all sick and miserable. Mark was gone most of last week. Working craaazzzy hours, and I thought summer, aka golfing weather, was over. But now, (thank goodness!!!) he's back and full of quality family time. And I'm thinking at some point, once upon a time, my house was clean. I may be imagining that. Something about that third child just makes all things only possible for about 5 minutes. And in the back of my head I am remembering how my mom told me having a third child is just another baked potato in the microwave. I would share my potato if only I could have a clean house. However, it's a disaster today. Perhaps I can muster some motivation and scrub a toilet or two. Too bad those scrubbing bubbles really don't do the scrubbing for you. Wish list: a maid. If only 4 times a year. Ya know to get those nooks and crannies I have been neglecting. Oh and to dust, I despise dusting! Something about all those knick knacks my mom had when I was a child. And what was my chore. The dusting. My mom says it was because I did it so well. Well, now - I can't stand it. Anyway, I am wasting precious time I could be cleaning. High-Ho! High-Ho!

Sleepy Heads

Today is Megan and Bailey's last day in Ohio and I couldn't, just couldn't, resist this photo op. Waking up this morning and seeing the boys like this conjured so many, many memories. Meggie and I have several pictures of the boys like this from over the years. Maybe in a few days I will dig some out of my photo boxes and post a few comparisons.

Candied Apples

Buckeye Candies

1 c. (2 sticks) butter

5 1/4 c. confectioners' or powdered sugar

2 c. creamy peanut butter

1 1/2 tbsp. vanilla

12 oz. chocolate bits (or chocolate almond bark)

1/2 bar paraffin

Knead all together and shape into balls the size of walnuts. Melt the chocolate bits with the paraffin in the top of double boiler. Stick toothpicks into the balls and dip into chocolate so all of the ball is covered except top where toothpick is. This is what makes them look like buckeyes. Set on cookie sheet or wax paper in refrigerator until cold. Take off with a knife. Keep cool.

The Pumpkin Patch

Growing up in Oklahoma, I never experienced a true "pick-your-own-pumpkin" pumpkin patch. What I did have as a child was a plethora of church parking lots, enclosed by square hay bails, full o' pumpkins. Little did I know, that authentic pumpkin patches require you picking your pumpkin from the vine in the field the seed was sown, the seed that rain watered and the sunlight nourished. AND, apparently I was not alone.

On our way to dinner the night before we went to "our" pumpkin patch, we drove by another pumpkin patch. Megan says boldly, "oh, look they hid the pumpkins for the kids to find in the field." The entire truck roared with laughter. Then I gently explained to Megan, "No, that is where they grow." Keep in mind, she is an Okie too! But that there little statement is one for the record books, aka one I won't allow her to forget. hehehe!

The quest for the perfect pumpkin. Anyone who knows Karigan knows that she is fas-cin-nated by balls or anything and everything resembling a ball. She kept repeating Bah! Bah! Bah! and pointing everywhere around her. Our L-O-O-T,Loot!

The sign says it all. The trick: the person carrying the pumpkins has to make it from the sign to the crates, about 50 feet, without dropping any of the pumpkins for the carry to count.

Mark carried 8 pumpkins to the finish line last year. His goal this year was 10. Did he make it?

GOAL!

(you can't see the two little ones Karigan is sitting on)

Strappin' em down for the ride home.

Poor, poor pumpkins. If only they knew what was coming.

Apple Picking

After Mark got home, we went to Lynd Fruit Farm to pick apples. Megan and Bailey have never been apple picking before and apple picking just so happens to be a Waishnora Family tradition. Mark pines (no exaggeration) for this time of year starting in January, throughout summer, and even more come fall. This was Karigan's first trip to the orchard because last year Ohio had frost after the apple trees had already started to blossom. Sadly, the apple crop was bleak and we were unable to pick.

I got one.

Oops, I dropped it!

Oh, well. It's a keeper, anyway.

Ike made apple picking very easy for Jillian this year. Several trees were down, but still green and full o' apples.

Brendan really gets into his work. Actually, he normally spends about 5 minutes searching for the perfect apple, then spends the rest of the time eating that 1 apple.

Bailey had a blast picking apples, but I think he was more amazed by finding this abandoned bird nest.

These two have very similar, very strong (aka stubborn) personalities and were constantly taunting, picking, etc. etc. etc. one another - YET - this is how they would behave when they thought no one was looking.

Megan and her loot.

Soccer Playoffs

Today was Jillian's last soccer game. Following the game, the girls received metals for participation and then each team had a pizza party. Jillian was awarded "most improved player." She started the season rather disinterested with the whole soccer thing. In fact, her favorite part was the water breaks and end of game snacks. She giggled her way through every practice and come game time, she was getting in there and getting after it! She acquired basic soccer skills and one mean bear claw (the goalie stance.) I was so proud of her! She had a good time and kept the sighing and eye-rolling to a minimum. Which is a miracle, in and of itself. She made a lot of friends through soccer and is excited to play this Spring. Go Starlights!

Memory Lane aka Pacemont Road

Megan and I met in Tulsa, but coincidentally, she was born in Columbus about 25 miles from where I currently live. So, today we took a trip down memory lane. Not that she has many memories of living here. She was born in Columbus at The Ohio State University Hospital and moved to Oklahoma when she was 18 months old. This is a picture of the house she lived in before she moved. We thought the trashcan with the address and the storm drain with the city, state, and 1976 (coincidentally, the year her mom and dad moved here) would make for great scrapbooking or a shadowbox or, ya know, a photo collage for the good ole blog.

Kid at Heart

The rest of the day was spent hanging out in the backyard, playing around, and soaking up the sunshine. The main attraction was the buoy ball on the play set. I don't blame her for trying it out. It is my favorite, too! Thankfully, no one has taken pictures of me.

Bailey the Pilot!

This was Bailey's first time to fly. The pilot let Bailey sit in his chair (I guess the airlines do not pass out plastic wings anymore.) As a SUprise, belated birthday present, we enlarged this bottom photograph in black and white. It arrived in the mail the day after they got home.