Sunday, April 12, 2015

Grandpa Time

Grandpa John spent Easter weekend with us, and I caught two cute Grandpa-Ezra moments on film.  They are definitely of the sharing variety.

Ezra--lover of books and story-time--requested that Grandpa read a few.

I especially like the picture above, because if my Dad were here (and he is coming next weekend!), he would have requested the very same thing.  Ezra was happy to oblige, and Grandpa was pleased to get a little head massage. 

General Conference Favorite

Last weekend was truly lovely, and hard to beat:  Easter and General Conference in one weekend. Grandpa John was also here visiting, which was a treat.  We don't often get a visit from just him, and I think the kids got to know him a little better one-on-one. 

Sunday morning we sat around the breakfast table and had a wonderful talk about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, and then we discussed the unique opportunity of seeing Thomas S. Monson on the television screen.  Ezra was beyond excited, and was thrilled when the Prophet's face did appear at the pulpit--brief though it was.

One of my favorite moments from this most recent General Conference came in the Sunday afternoon session.  Maren was upstairs napping--and Daddy and Grandpa might have dozed off for a bit too--so it was very quiet.  Ezra sat snuggled next to me listening (mostly), and then a member of the Seventy named Kevin W. Pearson started speaking and Ezra was suddenly fully engaged.  I don't imagine Elder Pearson intended to appeal to a 3.5 year-old audience, but he completely captured Ezra's attention.  My sweet Ezra boy was hanging on every word, and with great excitement would repeat back to me some of his many memorable phrases, such as:

"Satan has powerful tools, Mommy!"
"Lehi!..The tree of life!"
"Don't forget to pray, Mommy!"
"We need to stay on the path, Mommy!"
"We need to stay by the tree, Mommy!" (repeated at least three times)
"The Book of Mormon--every day!"

Being a mom has many rewards, and they are usually in the quiet moments of the day when the still, small voice of the Spirit can touch my heart or my children's heart--or both.  Ezra and I had one of those sweet mommy-son moments as we heard truth together.  I am so grateful for the gift of the Holy Ghost.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Making Connections

I think Ezra has recently made an important connection.  Based on his outward actions, he seems to have figured out this important truth:

"I have an incredibly loyal, darling friend and sweet sister when I help her feel safe and happy.  When I don't help her feel safe and happy, she doesn't want to be with me, and then I'm lonely."

Ezra and Maren have recently improved their quality and quantity of together-play time.  There are more moments of giggling, holding hands, cuddling, and kindness.  There are even some sweet moments of unstructured collaborative fun between the two of them that is not initiated by me.  What a beautiful pattern! 

When Ezra and Maren are well-rested and fed (otherwise all bets are off!), they are genuinely pleased, even delighted to be together.  Sometimes, if Ezra gets a little rough, and Maren is on the verge of abandoning him, he will shower Maren with loves and apologies to encourage her to stay.  "Ezra," is almost always Maren's first word when she wakes up in the morning.  She truly adores her little brother, and Ezra is beginning to truly adore his little sister.

These few pictures from the past two weeks are just a glimpse of their deepening sibling bond.  And I couldn't be happier!


Thursday, March 19, 2015

Oh the Wonders of a Mom Visit

The kitchen cabinet renovation has been pushed forward in a major way because--you'll never guess--my mom came for a visit!  She wanted to come over for her birthday, as her gift to herself.  We did celebrate her birthday, of course, but the major activity of the past week was painting the kitchen.  Both kids were sick for the most of the time she was here, so I took advantage of my mom's willingness and the kid's low energy.   My mom loves to be useful, and enjoys home improvement projects, so I think it is safe to say that she thoroughly enjoyed her opportunity to use a paint roller for several days in a row.  She shaved off at least a month of late night painting from my to-do list, and I am tickled every time I walk into my new-and-improved kitchen.

I have twenty-three cabinet doors, and while my mom was here, seventeen were completed (with new hinges and hardware) and hung.  There is some touch-up painting, caulking, and tweaking to do, but the end is in sight!  And I am ready for the end!  This turned out to be a bigger project than I anticipated, and it has all but consumed my late evening attentions for the better part of two months.  I look forward to spending more time with the people I love rather than paint and rollers.

Thanks Mom!  You're awesome!
       
The six remaining base cabinet doors still need to be painted and installed.
The original cabinet did not wrap around the corner, this was a design change.
After we added cabinets around the corner, it made sense to put one on other side of the window too.
These upper and lower cabinets are also new, and take advantage of all available space!
p.s.--I am considering putting some kind of apparatus in place for plant display around/along/hanging at the kitchen window.  Any thoughts? (I'm looking at you Jane of the Jungle, Architect Especial...)

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Maren: 18 months

Maren is 18 months old, and full of personality.  She is a roller coaster of emotions, but lately has been pouty most often.  Her entire physique changes when she doesn't get her way: slumped shoulders, protruding lip, bowed head, sad eyes, and a slow, pathetic walk to a corner where she lets out a disappointed, "Ohhh..."  It happens so often that it has become our little joke to see how quickly I can get her to giggle or smile again.  She also has a quick temper, and will scream at Ezra so intensely that he sometimes comes running--with real fear for his well being--from "the dragon" (ie, Maren).  We have already had to train Maren to take a deep breath, which she will do if prompted, to try and calm her body.  Most of the time, after a big deep breath and a hug, the anger is quelled.  I am not sure if this is a toddler girl in a stage, or if we have a serious drama queen on our hands.  Ezra never had great pout shows or screaming tantrums, but then again, he didn't have an older sibling who was a constant tease.  I guess if being a mother was an easy job, I might get bored.  It isn't easy, and most days we ride the roller coaster of getting in fights, and remembering to love one another. 

Maren is creative in her use of words, and for the time being, doesn't seem interested in increasing her vocabulary.  Last month, her most commonly used phrase was "da-bab-ba-dee", which covered everything she didn't know how to say.  It was the mommy guessing game as to what her catch-all phrase was trying to communicate on any given day.  She has given up on that mouthful, and just points now, which is more efficient and less frustrating for both of us.  She does use other catch-all phrases, such as "mo-du-why", which means "more (fill in the blank)".  At bedtime, when she and I snuggle, she requests songs by saying, "ba-ba-bobby".  That word used to mean she wanted me to sing "Ba Ba Black Sheep", but now just means she wants music.  We play another mommy-Maren guessing game; I sing a few measures, and if it is not to her particular fancy, she lets me know right away.  "No, no no!" she will say, and then I try again until I find a favorite.

Maren can also be intensely sympathetic and compassionate.  She is deeply concerned about Ezra when he cries; she rushes to his side, or scurries off in search of Bear, or gives him hugs and pats.  She adores her daddy, and screams in delights, and melts into uncontrollable giggles when the garage door opens, signaling that daddy is home from work.  Maren is also very aware of our family unit and seems most at ease when we are all together at home.  If Ezra, for example, gets up to use the bathroom during dinner, she often dissolves into tears, but then immediately composes herself when he returns.  When Ezra goes to preschool, Maren usually wanders the house aimlessly, and asks every 10 minutes or so about her brother, "Ez-er-ra?"

Maren loves bouncy balls, nesting cups, beads, "me-me" (Minnie Mouse), and her babies.  She also has a few favorite matchbox cars that Ezra has loaned her.  She enjoys the book There's A Nightmare in My Closet, mostly because she loves to share her super-dramatic scared face when the nightmare comes out of the closet.  Silly girl!  Maren is also in love with baby oranges (cuties, clementines, Halos), and she will eat as many as I am willing to peel.

Oh, and drawing!  She loves to draw.  She sometimes uses drawing as a stall tactic at naps and bedtime!  Maren doesn't have very many words, but "draw" is one of them.  The trouble with her great interest in drawing is the markers, pens, pencils, and crayons end up on paper...and everywhere else.  She has a great desire to make marks, but not a great understanding of the appropriate bounds to her artistic endeavors.  Let's just say she has blue pouty lips a lot.  (Yes, I need a picture of that.) 

At her recent check-up she was in the 93% for height, and with her quantity of hair, could easily pass for a 2-year old.  She transitioned beautifully into nursery; she practically takes herself in and hardly looks back at us.  Awesome! 


  
Dancing in the empty bathtub with Ezra: her favorite thing!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Granola Love

Homemade granola is on my favorites list right now.  It is my go-to breakfast most every day.  My granola love is all the more sweet because Jane gave me the-biggest-metal-mixing-bowl-you-ever-did-see as a Christmas gift.  The mixing bowl is big enough to easily hold the 40 cups of oats my recipe requires.  Jane is the hero of my non-messy granola-making endeavors.  (Please take a bow, Jane!)  Previous to receiving this gift, I needed to use three of my biggest--not really so big--bowls, and I usually spilled a quarter of my oats onto the countertop and floor.

My granola recipe is based loosely on one I found in a cooking magazine, and includes yummy ingredients such as coconut oil, honey, cinnamon, vanilla, and cardamon.  My favorite mix-ins are pumpkins seeds, sunflower seeds, dried blueberries, coconut flakes, and walnuts.  Granola is a happy way to start my morning.     

Monday, February 9, 2015

Boots!

We get a few mid-winter thaws here, and when the snow melts, our backyard turns into a muddy mess.  Of course, Ezra and Maren love to play outside when we have 70 degree days in February, but the quantity of mud sometimes causes more headache than its worth.  As a practical solution to cleaning mud-caked leather shoes regularly, I opted to find the kids some rubber boots.  I love the idea of rubber boots: easy to put on, easy to clean, good for puddle jumping, mud-sloshing, and gardening.  My current rubber boots were purchased at a farm supply store in Iowa ten years ago, and I still wear them outdoors whenever the sun shines.  

I do believe my practical purchase was laced with inspiration because the boots were love at first sight for Ezra and Maren.  They both want to wear them constantly, in the house and outside.  And, as an added bonus, I am, officially, a super awesome mom right now.  "I love my boots, Mom!  I love my boots!"  Ezra exclaimed.  "I have fire chief boots Mom!  I'm cool!"  Maren danced and tapped and twirled to express her excitement.  

I have made a few purchases for my kids in which the small monetary input was far and away outstripped by the happiness, usefulness, and quality play output.  For example, Bear has been a part of our family for nearly 2.5 years, and he is still cherished by Ezra on a daily basis.  I found Ezra a toy push mower for $7 at a consignment sale when he was 18 months old, and he still loves it--and so does every other boy who comes to our house to play.  Maren has very simple tastes: bouncy balls from the dollar store are her endless delight.  I think this latest purchase needs to be added to that list.  I see many months of usefulness and happiness from rubber boots.



Monday, February 2, 2015

Success and Failure are Equal

This past Saturday, our stake had its annual women's conference.  The conference started with a big group devotional and musical number, and then we separated out to classes.  Seven different 45-minute classes were offered, but there was only time to attend three.  My first choice class was a parenting class taught by a licensed professional counselor from a neighboring stake.  I tend to gravitate to classes of this nature because these professionals often have a few extra tools in their tool belt for understanding human nature.

I was not disappointed in my choice; his class was exceptionally informative and enlightening.  Before the class started, he drew a large 3 x 3 block chart on the chalkboard with a different short phrases in each block.  Each short phrase operated as a conversation starter; as his audience, we chose those topics that seemed the most interesting, and then he discussed the concepts behind the statements.

"Success and failure are equal" was one of his nine short phrases.  I love the concept.  Essentially, it is this: family life is all about growth, not success or failure.  We are here on earth to learn and improve.  We win some, we loose some.  Ultimately, our attitude should be the same, no matter the outcome:

"You succeeded--great--what did you learn?"  
"You failed--great--what did you learn?   

Success and failure are the same.  In either case, we use the experience--positive or negative--as a springboard for further learning.  He pointed out that the amplification of either success or failure can move us into Satan's territory.  The amplification of success is pride.  The amplification of failure is worthlessness.  On the other hand, if you cultivate a culture of learning and growth in your family, humility is the dominant virtue.  I see this principle at work in the parable of the talents (Matthew 25:14-30).  The master was pleased with effort, not success or failure.  The goal is growth.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Hello January

We have had a good month--I just forgot to write about it.

The biggest event was a wedding!  My brother Aaron married Hannah at the beginning of the month in the Salt Lake Temple.  Our family flew in for a week to celebrate with them.  Dallin and I attended a wedding dinner at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building the night before their sealing.   I love the intimate setting of a wedding dinner; it gives the bride and groom precious personal time with their closest friends and family.  Hannah chose to have her dance with her father at that dinner, and oh, it was a sweet thing.  I don't know Hannah or her father very well, but I was a blubbery mess by the end.   

Aaron and Hannah coming out of the temple!
 The temple sealing was early the next day, and, for a wedding in the Salt Lake Temple, they picked a day that was relatively quiet.  It doesn't get much better than seeing a family member be sealed to their sweetheart.  I felt so grateful for Aaron and Hannah's choice, and our opportunity to witness it.  It felt so good to be in the temple with so many family members.  And, we have finally crossed a threshold: there are now more married siblings than unmarried siblings!       

Aaron and the sisters (I blinked).
 The reception was hosted at my parent's home that evening.  Many, many weeks of preparation went into a very successful, very well-attended event.  The front yard was filled with homemade luminaries (I think at least 100), and twinkly lights covered the house and a dozen large trees.  Inside the house, every mantle piece, table top, counter, and shelf was covered in flower sprays, candles, and portraits of the new couple.  The whole house smelled like a florist shop, and we had music for most of the night courtesy of Dallin on violin, with piano accompaniment by a close family friend.

Ezra loved the reception, especially the abundant supply of cake.
In other lesser news, I am renovating our kitchen.  I like the original layout, but decided to paint the existing oak cabinets white.  It is currently a great work-in-progress, which could potentially continue for a few more months.  The painting is slow going, as every door and cabinet box needs three coats of primer, and three coats of paint.  We plan to add six additional cabinets (cabinet space is sparse; we have no pantry), to two different open walls.  We also plan to replace the old laminate counter top with new laminate of a different design.  The kitchen is very functional, but a little small, and I am amazed at how much bigger it feels painted white.  I have painted several coats of primer on most of the cabinetry, and I love the new look.   Here is a before and after picture of the progress thus far:

Oak cabinets with original stove and exhaust hood.
White kitchen cabinets with new (to us) stove and microwave a friend gave us for free!
As a Christmas gift, a friend gave us a gift card for a company who provides its customers access to small, artisan food producers who specialize in unique types of meats.  We gave it a try, and opted to buy a quantity of ground bison raised by a local rancher.  Neither Dallin, nor I had ever tried bison.  I found a recipe for bison burgers, which we ate on rosemary sourdough toast, with Dijon mustard, cheddar, and piled high with caramelized onions.  It was truly heavenly.  I have a new food love.            

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Christmas Morning 2014

Sorry to keep the grandparents waiting for these! 

 Ezra is not very demonstrative, so this big grin = a winning gift.  Grandma gave him a huge box of additional tracks.  He has played for hours every day, all week with the trains and tracks. 

 Maren received a Little People Noah's Ark with a dozen different animals (in pairs).  She was pleased!

 Ezra received a shopping cart, with a place for Bear to ride.  Maren received a baby doll stroller, which they opened together.  It was love at first sight for both kids.

 "Baby!": Maren was very excited to find this little doll in her stocking.

Ezra found a cool car in his Christmas stocking.

My favorite part of Christmas morning is captured in this little video.  The entire family is sharing cinnamon toast, and listening to Dallin's new Piano Guys CD, which includes a fun mix of "Let it Go" (from Frozen) and some intense Vivaldi strings.  Ezra really enjoys this particular song, as seen in the video.

Blessing in Disguise

Somewhere amidst teaching preschool twice in December, watching my nephew Gabriel for a weekend, making 25+ snowman centerpieces for the ward Christmas breakfast, going to the mountain lodge in Breckenridge for a few days, and Christmas shopping, Ezra, Maren, and Dallin all got stomach flu.

Maren got it first.  She threw up three different times, soiled three different sets of sheets and pajamas, and needed three baths, all between the hours of two and four in the morning.  The next morning she threw up again, and then spent the rest of the day wanting to be held.  Ezra was a perfect big brother.  He gave her loves every half hour for most of the day, rubbed her back, brought her some of his favorite cuddly things (including Bear), and said many times, "Big brother is here.  I can comfort you."  It was a sweet thing to witness.

Two nights later, the scenario was repeated; Ezra threw up all night long.  He is old enough to recognize the urge to throw up, but also old enough to try and fight the urge.  Every time his body tried to get the junk out, he tried to swallow it back.  So, what could have been over and done in an hour or two was instead prolonged through the entire night.  But, the next morning, Maren extended to Ezra the same kindnesses that she had received.  She was the ever attentive, compassionate, concerned little sister to her queasy brother.  She is a great hugger, and if Ezra ever offered up even a small whimper, she was at his side to give him a hug.

Just prior to the entire family getting sick, I had been praying for more service opportunities.  Christmas wasn't feeling quite like Christmas yet, and I was looking for inspiration to that end.  In the midst of Maren's second throw-up session, I got the message.  "Ahh, right, I get it," I thought to myself, "service opportunity."  And, although cleaning up throw-up is one of the last things I would ever sign up to do, with the service bit in mind, it felt different.  I recognized my opportunity to fulfill a need, and offer help.  I was thinking of service to strangers, or service to friends, and Heavenly Father had other ideas.  Home feels so much more like a holy place when service is involved

One of the best gifts I received this Christmas was seeing my children emulate the love of Jesus Christ, without any external motivation.  "Teach them to love one another, and to serve one another" (Mosiah 4:15) has been, and continues to be our family focus.  The kindness and comfort that they both offered to one another is evidence that our efforts are starting to sink in.  Nothing could be more precious or important to me as a parent.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Three Kernels

So, despite the fact that I love to write, I am not a blog-everyday-of-November blogger like my dedicated sister-in-laws.  (Kudos to them!)  But, I do want to close November with thanksgiving; I feel so richly blessed.   Here are my "three kernels" for 2014:
  • I am thankful for personal revelation.  Raising children in light and truth is a challenge in a confusing world, and I need help.  I believe in a loving Heavenly Father who cares deeply, intimately, and completely for each of His children.  I know He wants to inspire me to do my best so I and my children can all be happier.  What a blessing--the heavens are not closed.
  • I am thankful for the Atonement.  I am thankful for repentance and forgiveness.  When my patience wears thin, when I say something I wish I hadn't, when I get selfish, moody, and prideful, I am so grateful that I am not permanently stained.  I can try again!  The Atonement helps bad become good and good become better.  What a precious gift.
  • I am thankful for my family.  I was single for a longer time than most, and spent a lot of that time far from family too.  I know what loneliness feels like, and I know what it means to really ache for righteous desires that are not always forthcoming.  My beautiful family fills all those empty voids with happiness, energy, and purpose.  Dallin, Ezra, and Maren mean everything to me.  I love their company, I love their conversations.  My favorite moments are spending quality time with my sweetheart, or reading books with Ezra, or jabbering with Maren.  My best memories are made on family outings.  Being together at home is time well spent.
And, because three is a small number, a few other kernels of thanks:
  • I am thankful for cameras to help me preserve the faces of my favorite people.
  • I am thankful for my ancestors.  I have been studying their faces and stories these past few weeks, and I am impressed by their faith, fortitude, and courage.  I feel more motivated to stay true when I think of them.
  • I am thankful for the temple.  Now that Maren is a little older, Dallin and I have started attending the temple together again.  I crave the peace and truth that I feel in the temple.  It keeps me grounded to go often.
  • I am thankful for warm days in winter.  I put up our outdoor Christmas lights yesterday in bare feet and a short sleeve shirt.  I'll take it!
  • I am thankful for music.  I love singing Primary songs with my kids.  I love impromptu dance parties chasing, running, and giggling to peppy pop songs.  I love hearing Dallin do an Irish jig on his fiddle.  Good music gives me a happy heart.   

Thursday, November 20, 2014

First Snow

We had our first snow of the season last week, and when it warmed up a little, Ezra wanted to go out and play.  As far as he was concerned, nothing had changed from the summer--except that I made him wear a coat.  (It took a good ten minutes to convince him that it was very cold and his body needed extra layers).  He went out, happy as a clam, and pulled out all his diggers and dump truck, and continued work on his construction site, like he had done every day when it was warm.  This time, though, they were scooping snow instead of dirt.  The change in weather hardly phased him.  "I have jobs to do, mommy," he said resolutely.

Maren, however, was mostly seriously displeased by the entire ordeal.  Her Aunt Sarah gifted her the most beautiful, snuggly, poofy pink coat ever, but it didn't improve her opinion of the snow and cold.  If this girl could talk, she probably would have given me a lecture about the ridiculousness of doing anything in such cold weather.  I am not much of a cold weather person either, so I can understand.  Needless to say, my adorable pink marshmallow girl didn't stay outside very long.  We'll try again another day.  

   Maren may not be keen on snow, but she has become a genius climber.  She is up and on and in everything.  Her mission in life is to get elevated as quickly as possible.  Her new favorite trick is pushing chairs to other taller things so she can then climb on them, like tables or counters.  She delights in playing in the toilet bowl, then climbing on the toilet, and frolicking in the empty bathtub.  In other developments, she has her two front teeth.  Also, she has followed her big brother's good example at prayer time, and she will now fold her arms for prayers, and sometimes keep them folded for the entire prayer without touching her food.  Dallin and I have been impressed with her self-control in that area.  She loves to pray!

Do you see her two top teeth?
Ezra has his first (real) best friend.  Aside from Bear, Ezra has formed quite an attachment for a darling girl from church, who is also in his preschool class.  Cadhla (pronounced Kyla) and Ezra play together perfectly for hours, which is a rather miraculous social development!  Just think, my sweet boy doesn't have to be constantly supervised; I don't have to help settle play disputes every ten minutes.  What an astounding concept!  The bad news is this cute girl is moving away next week (sigh).  Ezra seems to do better with girl playmates, so here's hoping someone new moves in!

Cadhla and Ezra

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Curl up with a good [children's] book

As a horticulturist, this time of year is always a little rough for me.  My vegetable garden is naked--except for a few brave kale and chard plants, the hoses have been drained and coiled up, and the gardening tools will hang in the garage untouched until spring.  Today the high was around 16 degrees, and it was painful to be outdoors.  But, my little troupe and I kept cheery around the house; we made a pumpkin pie, we did art projects, we read a stack of lovely children's books.  

One of my back-burner dreams is to write and/or illustrate a children's book. I have tried twice and been rejected twice.  It seems to be one of those harder to reach dreams, but not so hard that I don't keep it on my list.  I am continually amazed by those exceptionally talented, creative, determined authors and illustrators who do have their work published.  Reading children's books is one of my personal delights; I think sometimes I get more excited about trips to the library then my kids do.  So, to bring a little cheer on a nasty, cold November night, I will share some recent finds in the world of children's literature:

The Story Blanket, written by Ferida Wolff and Harriet May Savitz and illustrated by Elena Odriozola is one of my new favorites.  It has gorgeous pictures that are full of character and vibrant color.  The illustrator has such a unique style that the first time I opened the book, I studied every illustration in detail before I even considered the text.  The story is one that needs to be read again and again.  It is a sweet, simple tale of kindness, service, and love.  This book teaches wonderful virtues through the secret acts of a beloved villlage woman.  The main character, Babba Zarrah, is a perfect heroine for children--and adults.    I love this book.


Hooray for Hat, created by Brian Won, is an all-together different kind of book.  It's light and lovely approach has a straightforward message: friends are wonderful!  This is a such a great read-aloud book, too, with opportunity to use different voices for the various characters.  And, of course, the illustrations are engaging.  I'll be honest, I usually do judge a book by its cover, and this one caught my eye.  Ezra was especially fond of this one too; we read it again and again.


Product Details This board book series for baby-2 years is hilarious.  Leslie Patricelli is a genius at communicating a concept with minimal words (usually just one or two words a page) and the antics of a happy bald baby.  This is one of those books that makes the entire family giggle.  Her books are happy, frank, and great fun.  Some of her other book titles include: Quiet Loud, Yummy Yucky, No No Yes Yes, Toot, and Huggy Kissy.  If you need a little comic relief,--baby style--check these out.  I think they are delightful.


Product Details This book is, without a doubt, Ezra's all-time favorite.  We have checked it out from the library on at least four different occasions.  He requests it as a read-aloud every night we have it on loan.  He has parts of the text memorized, and uses the story line in his imaginative play.  If you have a little boy, chances are, he will adore this story.  I love it too.  In fact, I am a huge fan of anything that Tom Lichtenheld does.  In this book he is just the illustrator, but he has written and illustrated many others for children.  His style of writing and illustrating, is, in my humble opinion, a winning combination of wit, creativity, and passion.  I think this man loves his job.  Some of my other favorite Tom Lichtenheld books are: Cloudette, Duck! Rabbit!, Yes Day, and Bridget's Beret (...to name a few....he has an impressive collection...his creativity runneth over).

Monday, November 3, 2014

Made with Love

Sometime early on in our first year of marriage, Dallin expressed an interest in helping with the cooking.  I thought it was a great idea, and we decided that Sunday night was the best time for him to do it.  Almost without exception, every Sunday night since then, he wears the chef hat.  His meals are always simple, but tasty, and though I enjoy cooking, it is wonderful to have a little break every week.  I appreciate his efforts, and feel so grateful that he has both the interest and the desire to make that contribution.

Last night, as usual, Dallin prepared the Sunday dinner.  Apparently, he was feeling rather zealous in his efforts, because we had perfectly delectable salmon quesadillas on homemade flour tortillas.  Wow!  I make most of our dinners from scratch, and like to experiment with a lot of flavors and a variety of recipes, but I have yet to even consider the idea of making my own tortillas.  It seems like so much work.  So, hats off to a sweet husband who didn't have to make the tortillas from scratch, but did anyway.  They were melt-in-your-mouth good--and made with love.      

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Preschool Friends & Halloween

 I recently hosted my first two weeks of preschool.  Ezra and four of his friends (two girls and two boys) are in a group that meet once a week for two hours every Tuesday.  Each mom takes two weeks in a row in the rotation talking about a specific letter of the alphabet.  In Primary, I teach the four-turning-five-year-old children, so I felt acquainted with the required number of fun activities, wiggle songs, and simple lesson material this age group can handle.  But, I quickly discovered that there is a big difference between children who are four turning five and children who are three turning four.  My first week was crazy; there was an excessive amount of (happy) screaming, running, jumping, hugging, talking and a small amount of defined learning moments.  My second week I added twice as many songs, activities, and more outside play, and it was still chaotic, but mostly controlled chaos.  I think Ezra enjoys preschool.  He is always so shy when I drop him off, and it takes him a bit to warm up, but he always comes home with interesting art projects, stories to share, and a smile. 

Ezra is learning to dress himself now, and his wardrobe choices are becoming somewhat predictable.  If the laundry allows it, Ezra wears one of his four race car shirts, swim trunks, and snow boots.  Bear in hand, he is ready for the day.  Adorable. 
Preschool friends working in the vegetable garden.  Muddy, but fun for all.
Letter G: goo-goo goggles and ghosts (dress-up/Halloween theme)

    The photo posted above reflects what I hope is a new leaf in the Ezra-Maren relationship.  This kind of sit and smile next to each other stuff has been a long time coming.  We talk about loving each other every day, and it would appear that some of our talk is sinking in for Ezra.  He is trying harder to trade not take toys.  He kindly gifted one of his lesser stuffed animals to Maren, and has yet to take it back.  He will sometimes spontaneously hug Maren, or hold her hand, or say resolutely, "Maren, I love you."  Ezra seems to think that little sister is actually an interesting playmate, especially now that she can walk.  Here is a little hooray for sibling love.    
 Maren is 14.5 months, and she is on the fast track in personality development.  She is a confident walker now, and is supremely happy about that accomplishment.  When she is pleased she purses her lips and makes whistling noises or babbles to herself.  When she is displeased she has an impressive operatic tongue trill cry.  She loves hugs and kisses.  If she wants a kiss, she seals her lips, leans in, and makes a little "mmmmm" sound.  I love it!  She has several stuffed animal friends that she prefers to snuggle with when she sleeps; "the friends" (a kangaroo, a bunny, and a monkey) are always in the queue for kisses at bedtime too.  I have discovered that if she is mildly irritated or on the verge of a tantrum, if I offer her a hug, she will often forget her troubles and give me snuggles instead.  She has figured out the word "more", which she pronounces with elongated effort (mmmmoooorrrrr...."), and uses it appropriately at mealtimes.  Her favorite word right now is "D!", which is used often and loudly when she needs a drink.  She can say doggy, and barks like a dog, and knows that a cow says "moooooo!"  We, unfortunately, have a number of spiders in our house, and she LOVES to point at them and try to touch them, calling out "Buddy!  Buddy!" (buggy.)  Maren loves to carry purses and little balls, and Matchbox cars.  She has been highly influenced by her big brothers love of moving vehicles, and, if Ezra is willing, she will play cars with him--with her own "vroom-ing" sounds and all.  Her teeth are a matter of particular interest.  She has had just two teeth on the bottom since May.  Earlier this month, her first set of molars came in, and this week her first top tooth finally came in.  (As a basis for comparison, at this same age, Ezra probably had eight teeth and his first molar set.) 

Halloween is still a low-key holiday at our house.  Ezra and Maren don't have a lot of expectations, and twelve houses is more than enough to make the treat bag heavy for little people.  The weather has been amazing this October, and Halloween night was no exception.  Ezra, who wanted nothing more than to a be shark, was a little shy for the first few houses, but was boldly declaring "Trick or treat!" by the end of our rounds.  Maren seemed to sense the pattern of things too, and anticipated every new door that opened--not for candy--but for dogs.  As luck would have it, the portion of the street we chose to visit was full of dogs of all sorts, including a large German shepherd in ballerina tu-tu.  Dallin dressed up as a soggy bottom boy complete with long gray beard, straw hat, suspenders, bare feet, and mandolin.  He passed out candy and strummed little folksy tunes on the front porch while Ezra, Maren, and I went trick-or-treating.
 
Miss Pumpkin and Shark boy, the Halloween candy helped them sit!
Happy Halloween from Mommy Owl and kids!

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Cousins!

Last week my brother Jared graduated from his chiropractic program!  Hooray!  In a few months when all his boards are complete, he will officially be a Doctor (!) of Chiropractic.  It has been a busy time for their family as Jared finished school, and job searched, and Sarah sold or packed everything they owned, while being mom to two busy little people.  The day after graduation, they loaded a moving pod with all of their belongings, got in their car, and left Iowa.  Before reaching their final destination of Salt Lake City, Jared, Sarah, Camryn, and Judd stayed with us for a few days.  

We have not had many opportunities to see the Iowa cousins, so this was a much anticipated visit.  Camryn is six months old than Ezra, and Maren is six months older than Judd, so the four cousins are great playmates.  Ezra was so content and pleased to have the cousins at our house.  We have a fourth bedroom and bathroom in our basement that, though small, is a nice spot for visitors.   I think Ezra would have gladly invited Camryn to stay forever; he was tickled every morning when he got to eat breakfast with Camryn. 

One of our bigger outings was a visit to a nearby farm with animals (goats, rabbits, sheep, cows, miniature horses, chickens, kittens, and a donkey), old fashioned tractors, a straw bale maze, and a pumpkin patch.  Ezra loved the little red wagons that were available for pulling pumpkins and/or children.  He gladly volunteered to pull Camryn all around the farm.  The straw bale maze was perfect for little kids.  The bales were stacked two high, and encompassed an area about 25' by 25'.  It was large enough to be fascinating, but small enough not to be overwhelming.  I don't think the cousins ever figured out the way out, but they did have a fun time circling back and through the center portion about four times.  The adults could easily monitor their children's progress from two small towers.  At the end of our visit, we had snacks under a shade tent, and the kids were all highly entertained by a wandering farm dog/part-pig who ate anything and everything it found on the ground (like half an onion bagel).   
     
Ezra and a machine: perfect photo opportunity!
Uncle Jared pulling Camryn and Ezra in the wagon.  Maren rode in the stroller.
Sarah and snuggly Judd.
Maren in the straw bale maze.
Ezra, the willing driver, and Camryn, the ready rider.
Maren and mommy in the pumpkin patch.
Snack time. 
For family home evening, Ezra and Camryn painted a pumpkin, which was much more kid-friendly then the knives and scooping slimy innards required for a carved pumpkin.  On Tuesday, I taught preschool at my house, and Camryn joined our little group.  We talked about letter F, feelings, faces, friends, farms, and foil.  We watered the garden and played in the dirt (and then mud), we made puppets, and sangs songs, and had snacks.  It was a little crazy, but it was all the better with any extra friend to play with.
  
Cousins painting a pumpkin