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Every morning I wake up with a head full of things to do. I scramble around trying to put them in lists of importance all while trying to keep the peace within my little brood (trying to recall everything I've learned and read about parenting at the same time.) I love being a wife and the quirks that come with having my man forever. I love to be creative and thrive on crossing off my to do list. I strive to find balance and put first things first which brings me PEACE & JOY and allows me to sleep so much easier when I do. I think that one of the secrets to being HAPPY in life is to find that balance. I'm learning how to be kinder to myself and learning patience in progress. Everyday, through the thick and thin of life I'm trying to turn my heart towards heaven and remember what's really important.Oh, and I love to eat, so much so that I love to exercise too.

1.24.2012

Growth

I am not very patient,
especially while learning.
Growth,
Persistance,
Trial and error,
Mistakes,
Time.
All of it can be insanely frustrating.
However,
there's is so much to learn,
about ourselves,
about others.
There's character to build.
 Its taken maturity and time to figure this out.
I know that growth is necessary.
I know talents and character won't land in my lap.
But,
sometimes I act like it should, even though I know better.
Joy in the journey.
Easy to say, 
hard to do.
I got married about 13 years ago.
We were given a Nikon film SLR.
Jeff knew all about aperture, and shutter speed.
He knew all about film and lenses.
He tried to teach me.
Guess what?
I didn't wanna.
I was kind of a brat about it.
It was way too complicated,
 over my head.
 A few years ago
with an attitude change,
and some try
the lights finally came on.
 There was still sooooooo much to learn.
Sometimes I felt like giving up.
I knew that I could learn though,
so many people were.
The internet is such an amazing tool.


 A week ago
I took pictures of my beautiful niece.
She's expecting #1 baby girl any day.
Speaking of growth.
I've watched her grow from a toddler to
a beautiful woman.
She and I have a history.
I was part of her growth,
and my heart is full to watch her now.
What a blessing she's been to me.
I'm so proud of her.
I'm so happy she is happy.
I was in tears while I edited these photos.
Technically,
I felt very confident, 
and was super excited how they all turned out.
Photography is such an amazing gift.
And then there's the bond we have with each other, 
this allowed me to relax and apply all the growth
from prior experience.
  I have lots more to learn,
but I'm really excited about it.









 













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How to make a header in blogger with some help from Clover Lane.



I made a new header for my blog the other day.
It's not too difficult.
Picasa is the trick.
Make all your pics the same size too.
Mine are all squares.
Oh and use the face recognition tool in Picasa.
I found my favorite pics of everyone first.
I found a tutorial at Clover Lane.
If you have any questions, ask.








 
 
 
 
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1.20.2012

Happy couples kiss?



 
 He was in the garage.
I was in the house.
It was late,
but he wanted to finish,
and I did too.
He had the radio to keep him company.
John Tesh.
Have you heard Intelligence for your Life?
Jeff did,
he kissed me this morning and shared his new intelligence.
 
From John Tesh radio:
If you’ve resolved to improve your marriage – start here: kiss your spouse. According to marriage therapist Dr. Laura Berman, when couples come into her office and say their relationship is tanking, the first thing she asks them is, “When was the last time you really kissed?” Most people will say, “We don’t.” Dr. Berman’s prescription for a better marriage – kiss your spouse every day and hold that kiss for at least 15 seconds. Know this – nine out of 10 people in happy marriages kiss their partner goodbye before work, and kiss them good night before bed. 
 
  I asked if he wanted me to count or if he was keeping track.
(Its fun to smile while kissing by the way.)
We decided we wouldn't have to count.
Later I figured Yankee Doodle took about 15 seconds.
I'll sing it in my head
  if kissing ever becomes a chore.
Ha.
 

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1.19.2012

Snow Day



 
Jeff and the kids stayed home from their duties today.
It's pretty nasty outside.
Frozen rain on top of snow.
 
I was thinking,
a blanket of snow brings commonality to the world.
Most weather does.
I had to go out yesterday.
I was trying to get around
 along with everyone around me.
 Living still happens even when its
cold,
wet,
icy,
dangerous.
I had to get help with my cart of groceries.
Couldn't get them out to the van without a good Samaritan.
She pulled and I pushed.
I thanked her over and over again.
Having something in common makes people more loving.
I wish I could cover the world in my own "blanket of snow".
 So many commonalities are gone these days.
Manners,
Good language,
Chastity.
Living on one income.
The one income thing has been on my mind.
Stuff would be cheaper,
if we all wanted less.
 
Just my thoughts.
So happy to be warm.
So happy to be home.



 
 
 
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1.18.2012

The right thing to do.




 
 
I skipped out on Zumba today.
I made a difficult decision last week.
The music is so easy to dance to.
I dance like I'm all alone.
It's been my favorite exercise for a couple of years.
But,
sometimes the music is too sexual.

I will walk out when the song is bad.
But last week I stayed for one song.
It wasn't too bad.
The moves though.
All that was missing were poles.
Its tempting to move like that.
I felt uncomfortable.
I knew it was wrong. 

 
I thought,
If my bishop walked by?
If Jeff were here?
Can my mom see me right now?
Would I ever let Whitney come with me?
It's not righteous.
I started to rationalize.
It's my favorite cardio.
This is why I joined the gym.
I'll just make sure I leave when its bad.
How will I get these 10 lbs off? 
I love the instructor, she knows me.
 
I called my sister.
I talked it out with her.
She agreed.
Slippery slope.
I can't stand for truth, for right
while I'm dancing like that.
 
I'm sad.
I LOVE to dance.
I told my kids what I did.
I told them why I can't go anymore.
They know how much I loved it.
It's the kind of thing I've taught them,
better step up and do it myself.
Spin class with have to do for now.
 



 
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1.17.2012

LICE!! How we finally conquered them at our house.








 There's a new naughty word at our house.
 
Lice.

Gilles San Martin


Are you scratching your head yet?

 
I can't talk about it without getting all itchy.
 
Whitney was the lucky recipient.
We found it a few days after the letter from school came.
"Please be aware that there is lice at school......"
I read it.
I didn't worry one bit.
I should have.
In fact.
If you have a little girl
and she has hair,
adopt the paranoia that I will share now.
 
1st
Make her invisible.
Add some tea tree oil into a squirt bottle with water.
Spray your daughter's hair.
Put her hair up.
Get it off her shoulders.
When?
Everyday.
Lice like humans not trees.
Tea tree oil is awesome.
I found my bottle at Walgreens.
Should've been doing this as soon as cold weather hit.
Hats.
Coats.
Backpacks.
I'll hung close together.
Perfect for Lice.
Request that her coat goes in a bag on the back of her chair.
 
 
 
2nd
Teach your daughter how to avoid it.
Drill it in her sweet head.
Don't throw your coat on a heap with your friend's coats.
Don't share your hat.
Don't share your hair brush.
 
3rd
Don't be ignorant.
If your daughter gets lice.
Put your hair up.
Don't snuggle her close to your head.
 Christmas Eve, I found lice in my hair.
Not fun.
Unless, 
you'd like your husband to spend hours and hours combing 
through your thick hair. 
Google "lice".
They don't jump.

 
4th
Research.
Read up on lice and understand them.
Their life cycle,
what will kill them.
How to get rid of them.
So much info online.
The shampoo's and sprays are worthless.
DO NOT use the spray on your furniture or mattresses.
Its poison.
I'd rather have lice than kill my family.
I used Nix shampoo on Whitney's head.
I picked 30 live Lice of her scalp after I used the shampoo.
All over the internet it says the shampoo doesn't work.
I agree.
Olive oil.
All over your head.
Shower cap.
Towel over shower cap.
Sleep on it.
14 hours I kept it on.
Use regular shampoo,
took about 4 rinses.
Leave in some conditioner.
Comb through hair with nit comb.
over and over and over
No lice after that.
 

 
5th
Empty her room and the house.
Soft toys.
Extra blankets.
Outside in garbage bags.
  
Cover your couch with a mattress bed-wetting cover sheet.
She sleeps on the couch.
Give her new bedding everyday.
(Throw bedding in the dryer for 20 minutes w/ heat.)
No dirty clothes on the floor. 
Take clothes out of her drawers.
All clothes come from a quarantined spot.
My garden tub was perfect.
Every towel,
every pillow,
every soft thing
has to be clean before use.
Couch pillows outside too.
Cover your car's seats with garbage bags.
 Do all of this until you see no evidence for 2 weeks.
 


6th
Look for Lice often.
Even if you don't get a letter from school.
If you do catch lice-
Go through hair 3 times a day.
Record your findings.
How many lice, 
how many nits (eggs).
Make sure you have somewhere to place them when you find them.
a small garbage does the trick,
or a bowl.
Empty it outside in the big trash.
Find a newly hatched lice (nymph).
They're very small. 

Actual size of the three lice forms compared to a penny. (CDC Photo)




 
Place it in a cereal bowl with tweezers.
Pull a hair from your head.
Run the strand of hair over the nymph.
Be amazed and very scared.
Like a magnet it clings.
Be consistent.
Be a bit paranoid.
Work hard.
Give up your all the things you did for fun.
Oh, and if you think you've conquered them.
think again,
Give it a good 2 weeks.
Before you think you're in the clear.


7th
Try to stay calm.
Ha. Good luck.
I was plagued for a month.
Getting lice flat out stinks.
Going through this
I'd remember all the stories of other womens' trials.
They were strong.
They didn't cave to frustration.
You know the stories.
The ones that are told from the memory of a prophet,
 some noble gentleman,
or a great women.
"My mother was the epitome of patience and fortitude."

I cried like a baby one day.
so frustrated !!!!!!!!!!!
It was the first day back to school-
after Christmas break.
I had day of plans,
the girls were happy to see friends again.
I checked again,
just to make sure.
You guessed it!
Lice.
Thought we were done.
Nope.
Not out of the clear unless its been like 3 weeks.
I haven't seen anything for 2.
I'm still checking.
These bitty things.
These horrible pests.
They broke me.
 At first I was confident and calm. 
But day after day it got to me.
My daughters may never be prominent
or great now.
 Are their stories really true?
The children of those women must have selective memory.
In the moment
the thought was to handle it better
 but
crying along with them seemed like the perfect solution
along with getting even more paranoid, 
more consistent,
and 
CRAZY!
Ya it hurts my pride now.
But life goes on.
I will say,
during it all I tried to count my blessings.
(In order of importance.)
A little girl's prayer.
Netflix
Wallace and Grommet
Google
  My patient husband
 Clothes Dryer 
Washing Machine
Friends with experience
 Freezer
 Shower caps
Head lamps
Leather couch
 

I'm gonna go check my head.

 




1.16.2012

I call plates and bowls!!!!!!!!!!!




 

I call plates and bowls!!!!!!!!!!!
Love it when she says this.
I announce for them to clean two item types
out of the dishwasher.
Everyone is in a hurry to get first pick.
Whitney is often first.
Wish I would've thought of this long ago.
My dishwasher gets cleaned out FAST these days!

After dinner
sometimes I have to say.
"Um, this isn't Hotel Wiberg,
come back in here and help. 


I used to let them leave me alone with a mess.
I didn't make it mandatory.
They used to whine 
it was easier to let them go.
But now its tradition.
I make dinner.
You help set the table.
You clear the table.
You put away leftovers.
You sweep the floor.
or um you don't eat.
Besides its sooo rude.
We all live here together,
and to my delight
My kids get this.
Finally.


When I was a kid.
I didn't get it.
Maybe I didn't feel ownership.
I was a slave,
I thought.
Vowed my kids would understand 
why and how to contribute.
Tonight,
Abby
went to her dad,
said," May I take your plate?"
Sweetest words from her lips all day.


 A new season of motherhood has arrived.
My kids are getting it.
Sometimes I see-
selflessness,
obedience,
charity, 
independence. 

I'm relieved.
I have hope.
That maybe.
Just maybe.
Despite all my mistakes
and their mistakes too.
They'll grow up
contribute,
work hard,
and be happy adults.
And they'll teach their kids, 
the things I taught them.

Pics taken a few years back.
At our first house.
 When getting there help was more work for me.








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