Three is a Magic Number
life with three little girls
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Random Thoughts Thursday (evening edition)
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It's a miracle! I blogged! (did you miss me?)
Did you know Wait Wait Don't Tell Me has a Tumblr? I laughed. I laughed so hard.
Then I discovered that Radiolab has one, too. It's entirely possible that I spent WAY too much time on the internet that day.
An excerpt from a "happy birthday" exchange with my brother a few weeks ago (he's the one speaking): "Thanks! Sunshine received. Still waiting on puppies. Pop-Tarts arrived, were homicidal after all. Situation mostly under control; may have internal bleeding, odd rash."
My family is awesome.
Vicki is mad that we won't let her watch Dr. Who without us. But if she watches it without us, we'll miss out! We are raising a house full of nerds and it makes me so proud.
I have been made aware of the very best place to seek refuge in the event of a zombie apocalypse: Costco. Think about it - there's food, clothes, cases upon cases of bottled water, TVs, no windows, heavy doors...what more could you need to stay safe from the walking dead? Consider yourselves informed.
Lately I've been getting up about 45 minutes earlier than I used to. It's amazing what a difference that makes in how our mornings go.
I finally sold my old desk! Of course, I had to drop my price by $40 in order to do it, but it's finally out of my garage!
This seems like a very boring post. But at least I posted!
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Sunday, May 12, 2013
Teaching My Children to Lie, and Other Mother's Day Gifts
(I have four posts in my drafts folder right now. Only one of them is not a Random Thoughts Thursday post. I don't know what's wrong with me that I can't complete a single blog post these days. It's been over a month. I think I'm just burned out from too much sitting in front of the computer while I was taking classes. Or, at least, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. But, so help me, I am determined to actually hit the "publish" button before the day is done. I don't even care any more what the post looks like. So, you know, heads up :) )
Today is Mother's Day. It's also my birthday. I'm...old. Okay, I'm not really that old. In fact, I'm younger than most of my friends these days. But I'm older than I've ever been, and while I think I'm handling it fairly well, it's still kind of a big number. Chris and I have a kind of mutual agreement that we don't need to make a big deal of each other's birthdays. Mostly we just don't have the energy, but when your birthdays fall a day apart, the celebrating just gets to be too much. So we typically don't do a whole lot, and that's understood without needing to be said, and we're both okay with it.
Even with all that, though, I woke up this morning feeling a little bit bummed - knowing that it was two big days in one, and not much was going to be done to celebrate them. And knowing that I couldn't complain, because that's just how we roll around here, and because Chris's birthday is tomorrow and I still have no idea what we're giving him (love you, honey!)
We do have one Mother's Day tradition, however, which is that Chris & the girls always make me breakfast in bed. So even though I generally wake up when Chris gets up, I stay in bed and pretend to be asleep so they can "surprise" me. I love it. And that's what happened this morning. They came in with a tray, two cards, and - what's this? - a great big box. They made me read the cards first, then an extra card taped to the top of the box, and then I took a closer look at the plate my breakfast was on, and I slowly realized something.
And realization came stronger and stronger as they unpacked the box. For Mother's Day, for my birthday, they made me a set of plates, each one depicting a different illustration from a children's book, hand-painted by the girls, Chris, and our good friend. For weeks, my children and my husband, and, as it turns out, several of my friends, have been lying to me. While I thought they were having playdates and providing free child labor for our friend, they were painting, glazing, and, in Vicki's case, driving all over the place getting these plates ready to surprise me today.
They're beautiful. They're amazing. They make me smile and cry and smile again. They are, quite possibly, the best present I have ever received. And I refuse to think about the number of lies I was told in order to make it happen. They were definitely lies for a good cause, and I will cherish the knowledge of them just as much as I will cherish these plates. They make me happy, and they're a reminder that my family knows what I love and are willing to work hard to surprise me with something they know I'll treasure.
Now I'm just sorry I don't have something equally as epic for Chris's birthday tomorrow. I guess there's always Father's Day...
Today is Mother's Day. It's also my birthday. I'm...old. Okay, I'm not really that old. In fact, I'm younger than most of my friends these days. But I'm older than I've ever been, and while I think I'm handling it fairly well, it's still kind of a big number. Chris and I have a kind of mutual agreement that we don't need to make a big deal of each other's birthdays. Mostly we just don't have the energy, but when your birthdays fall a day apart, the celebrating just gets to be too much. So we typically don't do a whole lot, and that's understood without needing to be said, and we're both okay with it.
Even with all that, though, I woke up this morning feeling a little bit bummed - knowing that it was two big days in one, and not much was going to be done to celebrate them. And knowing that I couldn't complain, because that's just how we roll around here, and because Chris's birthday is tomorrow and I still have no idea what we're giving him (love you, honey!)
We do have one Mother's Day tradition, however, which is that Chris & the girls always make me breakfast in bed. So even though I generally wake up when Chris gets up, I stay in bed and pretend to be asleep so they can "surprise" me. I love it. And that's what happened this morning. They came in with a tray, two cards, and - what's this? - a great big box. They made me read the cards first, then an extra card taped to the top of the box, and then I took a closer look at the plate my breakfast was on, and I slowly realized something.
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| Our plates don't have words on them... |
And realization came stronger and stronger as they unpacked the box. For Mother's Day, for my birthday, they made me a set of plates, each one depicting a different illustration from a children's book, hand-painted by the girls, Chris, and our good friend. For weeks, my children and my husband, and, as it turns out, several of my friends, have been lying to me. While I thought they were having playdates and providing free child labor for our friend, they were painting, glazing, and, in Vicki's case, driving all over the place getting these plates ready to surprise me today.
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| The backs all have something special on them, too, but I was in a hurry and didn't get a picture |
They're beautiful. They're amazing. They make me smile and cry and smile again. They are, quite possibly, the best present I have ever received. And I refuse to think about the number of lies I was told in order to make it happen. They were definitely lies for a good cause, and I will cherish the knowledge of them just as much as I will cherish these plates. They make me happy, and they're a reminder that my family knows what I love and are willing to work hard to surprise me with something they know I'll treasure.
Now I'm just sorry I don't have something equally as epic for Chris's birthday tomorrow. I guess there's always Father's Day...
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
An Open Letter to Those Who Do Not Understand Mormon Femnists
For many people, the phrase “Mormon feminist” is an
oxymoron. For others, it’s akin to
heresy. For me, it’s an identity. It’s part of who I am. Because so many people do not understand how
it is possible to be both, and because I have read so many blog posts and
Facebook comments recently expressing disdain and distaste for women who
identify as Mormon feminists, I would like to explain what it means to me to be
one.
First of all, let me say that my testimony of the Gospel of
Jesus Christ is not based on whether or not a woman prays in General
Conference, or on what I wear to church, or on whether I will ever see my
daughters pass the Sacrament. Rather, my
testimony is based on my understanding of the teachings of Christ and on the
love I feel from Him in my life. There
are many things about which I feel comfortable saying “I believe”, but there
are not many things about which I feel comfortable saying “I know”. However, one thing I do know is that my
Savior loves me. I know He knows me
personally, and I know He sees not only who I am now, but who I want to
be. When I am at my lowest He is there
to lift me up and He gives me strength when I am weak. Because I know He loves me, I also know that
God loves me.
Many people who are opposed to feminism in the Church assume
that what feminists are seeking is equal power – that all we want is the
Priesthood. It is true that there are
women agitating for the opportunity to hold the Priesthood. But this is only a small part of what
feminists want, and it is not something that is wanted by all who identify as
feminists.
Instead, what feminists want are equal rights. We want to be acknowledged as important, and
not just for our ability to give birth and to nurture children. Yes, these are important qualities that women
possess, but not all women will become mothers.
What, then, is their role in the Church?
What of the women who do not wish to be placed on pedestals and told that
they are better than men, or more spiritual, or more righteous? These are tokens, and they feel like a condescending
pat on the head. I do not wish to be
better than any man, or any woman. I
only wish to be equal.
On April 6, a
woman made history in the Church, and all she did was offer a prayer. Of course, women pray all the time, even in
public. But this particular prayer
closed the first session of the 183rd annual General Conference of
the Church. And until that moment, no
woman had ever been invited to offer a prayer in a general session of General
Conference. Why not? No one really knows. There is no clear reason, except that women
had never prayed in Conference before.
Tradition. A group joined together
and wrote letters, requesting that a break in tradition be considered. Amid outcry from members who did not
understand why anyone cared, the letters were sent to Church headquarters in Salt
Lake City. According to the official
Church spokesman, the decision regarding who would pray was made months before
General Conference, so it seems likely that women (a woman prayed to open the
concluding session of Conference on April 7) were already slated to pray before
the letter-writing campaign even began.
However, I firmly believe that, regardless of when the decision was
made, God heard the prayers of the people advocating for change and He answered
them, in His own way and in His own time.
When Joseph Smith was a boy, God did not just appear to him
and tell him to start a new church. Even
though I’d like to think that this was in His plans all along, it wasn’t until Joseph
went to God in prayer and ASKED Him which church to join that God gave him the
answer that he should not join any, but that God had a work for him to do. In the scriptures we are told, over and over,
to ask for help. “If any of you lack wisdom,
let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and
it shall be given him.” -James 1:5. “And
all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive.” -Matthew 21:22. “Ask, and it shall be given unto you; seek,
and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” -3 Nephi 14:7. And over and over and over. God is pretty clear that He keeps the lines
of communication open. He welcomes our
questions, and we are told that He will answer us.
Why, then, if we believe these words so strongly, and if we believe
that God listened to the prayers of a 14-year-old farmboy, do we find it so
hard to believe that God will listen to and answer the prayers of hundreds of
women? President Gordon B. Hinckley, Prophet
and President of the Church from 1995-2008, was asked in an interview if he
thought women could ever be given the Priesthood in the Church, if the current
policies could ever change, and he answered, “Yes. But there’s no agitation for that.” That was in 1997, and perhaps there was no agitation
then, but now, in 2013, there is. I don’t
think it’s such a leap to believe that it’s possible that things could
change. Who are we to claim to know and
understand God’s plans?
I participated
in the now infamous “Wear Pants to Church Day”.
I did this for a variety of reasons, but mostly because I felt it was
important to stand up for those women who feel marginalized in the Church. And whether or not anyone else THINKS women
should feel that way does not change the fact that there are women who DO feel
that way. After Sacrament Meeting was
over that day, I had a woman give me a hug and thank me for wearing pants. I didn’t know before then that she felt that,
but she needed someone to wear pants for her, and I’m glad I followed my heart
and chose to do so.
It is wrong to tell others how to feel. We are human; we cannot always control our
emotions and our experiences. We all
come from different places in life, and things touch us in different ways. What feels right to me will not feel right to
everyone else. There are many Mormon women
who are perfectly comfortable with the way things are in the Church, and I
applaud and genuinely congratulate them.
But there are also many Mormon women who do not. For one reason or another, or for many
reasons put together, we do not feel represented, understood, heard, or
respected in the Church. This is certainly
not to say that we do not feel these things from God, but rather from the men
who run the Church here on earth. And
this is why we have chosen to speak up and speak out.
I do not know whether women will ever hold the Priesthood in
the LDS church. I don’t even know if
this matters to me or not – I haven’t figured that out yet. But what does matter to me is that women have
a place in the Church where they feel safe, loved, and understood. Where they feel represented and
respected. Where they can share in
worship and love without worrying that they will be turned away by other Church
members for questioning tradition. Because
if the Gospel of Jesus Christ is about love, then why are those of us who do
not fit into the traditional Mormon mold being shown so little love from our
fellow Church members?
Please show us, your sisters, some love and respect. Please make an effort to understand where we
are coming from. Please stop belittling
us for feeling the way we do, even if you do not understand how or why we could
feel that way. Please do not make it
harder for us to stay in the Church. The
Gospel of Jesus Christ is perfect, even if His followers are not. He welcomes our questions. All we can ask is that, as His people, you do
the same. We need your love; please don’t
turn us away.
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Random Thoughts Thursday
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Yesterday morning I did a google search for "daisy girl scout petal ideas" and stumbled onto some random person's Pinterest. While scrolling through her pins, I noticed a picture that looked awfully familiar. Upon closer inspection, I discovered that it was actually my picture. I do not have a Pinterest account, so it's a little surreal that something of mine has now been repinned 53 times.
I really, really hate confrontation. But I made a commitment to myself to stand up for what I think is right. Sometimes that makes things a little challenging. Especially on Facebook.
Vicki and her friend Kate were coming up with a list of the best words to use for hangman. On their list: antidisestablishmentarianism, supercalifragilisticexpealidocious, and pneumonomicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Don't play hangman with Vicki and Kate.
I have a student who was trying to sound out the word "far" and couldn't do it (the -ar words are hard to sound out). But as soon as I added a "t" to the end, she had no problem. Go figure.
It's kind of fun to be a soccer mom.
If a genie granted me three wishes, I'd wish for my house to always magically clean itself, my children to get along, and everyone to approach new ideas with an open mind and a desire to learn from differences.
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Sunday, April 7, 2013
The Joke is on Me
There used to be a commercial, years and years ago, that
made me laugh with derision every time I saw it. I don't remember what it was for (KFC,
maybe?) but it started with the phrase, "A home-cooked dinner on a
weeknight?" and implied that there was no time for that (but that their
food was the next best thing.) Oh, how I
laughed. Of course there was time for
home-cooked meals on weeknights! It was
the weekends that were for takeout. I
felt so superior to the mom in that commercial.
And so self-righteous: I would never be so lazy and irresponsible as
her! Of course I would always make the
time to fix a home-cooked meal, regardless of the day of the week!
Let’s think about this for a minute, here. At that time, I only had two kids, and they
were both under the age of five. I was
working part-time (very, VERY part-time) and Chris was a full-time student. We lived in the married student housing on
the university campus and we were surrounded by other young families in the
very same boat as us. All of our family
lived within a 20-minute drive from our apartment.
Fast forward eight years: I have three children OVER the age
of five, old enough to have their own interests. Chris works
full-time and then some. I’m still
working part time, but with a weird split schedule that was unintentional but
unavoidable, and I volunteer with the schools and with Girl Scouts.
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays I'm at work from
9:00-12:00. I go home for lunch and then
back to work at 2:00 and stay until I pick the girls up at 3:10. Ellie has
soccer practice on Monday and Wednesday evenings and Lexi has practice on
Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Lexi has
dance class right after school on Tuesdays.
Wednesday mornings I volunteer for crosswalk duty at the elementary
school. Wednesday is also early release day, and we always have a Girl Scout meeting right after school, with Ellie's dance class immediately following that. Vicki has church
youth group every Wednesday evening and Lexi has hers every other Wednesday
evening. If we're lucky, they meet at the same building. Thursdays afternoons Vicki has
piano lessons. And every week I thank
the Good Lord for Fridays, when no one has extracurricular activities and all I
have to do is show up at the school for 15 minutes in the morning to make sure
kids are in uniform.
A home-cooked meal on a weeknight sure would be nice.
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Sunday, March 31, 2013
He is Risen!
He is risen! He is risen!
Tell it out with joyful voice.
He has burst his three days’ prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice.
Death is conquered; man is free.
Christ has won the victory.
He has burst his three days’ prison;
Let the whole wide earth rejoice.
Death is conquered; man is free.
Christ has won the victory.
Come with high and holy hymning;
Chant our Lord’s triumphant lay.
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o’er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.
Chant our Lord’s triumphant lay.
Not one darksome cloud is dimming
Yonder glorious morning ray,
Breaking o’er the purple east,
Symbol of our Easter feast.
He is risen! He is risen!
He hath opened heaven’s gate.
We are free from sin’s dark prison,
Risen to a holier state.
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
-Cecil Francis Alexander
He hath opened heaven’s gate.
We are free from sin’s dark prison,
Risen to a holier state.
And a brighter Easter beam
On our longing eyes shall stream.
-Cecil Francis Alexander
Friday, March 8, 2013
Random Thoughts Thursday (Friday Edition)
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**I actually had this written yesterday, but I forgot to post it. That still counts, right?**
The other night we had our first "I'm running away" experience. Apparently someone isn't getting enough attention. *sigh* I will be so happy when this term is over and I have a break from school. It's hard on my family.
She packed a bag with a change of clothes, but forgot underwear.
I am so ready for a few months with all three girls in school and me not. I realized this morning that I actually haven't really had that, since I started school as soon as Ellie did, and have been going straight through since then. Of course, I'll still be working, but at least I'll have time to clean my house, and maybe read a few books just for fun.
Even though I haven't finished this month's book, I'm still going to my book club meeting. I can't give up my favorite "me" time.
Between all the girls, we sold 831 boxes of Girl Scout cookies. Not bad.
I'm so glad that's over with for another year. So, so glad.
The ants are coming back. The other night, I dreamed that they were each an inch long. Ugh.
I love that I can check out library books on my Kindle without even leaving my house. Now, if only the selection was bigger...
Tonight we have Parent/Teacher Conferences for Lexi and Ellie. It's nice that I've never had to dread those. I get to look forward to them and be excited to hear how awesome my kids are.
I really need to update my picture blog. I don't think I've missed a day yet, but I haven't posted since the middle of January.
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