Wednesday, October 1, 2014

i'm half zombie

Seriously. It was night 3 of Bear's* new wake-up to play at 2:30am game. I'm over it. I cannot, cannot go down this road again... No, no, no, no, no, no. Please, please, no!

A person really does need more than 3 hours a night. It's a true story. I'll admit that I've been a bit lazy with this baby. No set bedtime routines, yet. He's still in the pack-and-play next to my bed. And, as of this morning -as I've moved through this day in a fuzzy cloud of sleep depravation- I've decided I need to just bite the bullet. Take the shot. Feel the pain. And see what happens and pray like I've never prayed before that this sweet child will be a good sleeper.

In other news, he's *this close* to crawling on hands and knees. Babies are so cute and sweet and fun, except for that they're so dang HARD. They really have this weird ability to bring out the best of yourself, and also the worst. As in, I'm going on about 3 to 4 hours a night x a week at this point. I feel more dead than alive, and I yelled at Pirate this morning for coming in and waking me up when I had, for three half seconds actually had the luxury of falling asleep.

Luckily, Hubs stepped in this morning and helped me cross off a few of the must-dos on todays list, so really all I have to do now is pick up Pirate from school, and survive until bedtime. It's doable. I'm pretty sure.

Tonight: Hot bath, book, and bed by 9:00.

(Breaks down in tears of laughter at how ambitious that plan is. My odds of completion are about as likely as winning the lottery. Hahahahahahahahahahaaa. *sob*)

Friday, September 26, 2014

First Chapter of The Book of Mormon Book Club: First Nephi Series


1 Nephi, Chapter 1: Nephi Introduces Himself


 

I, Nephi, having been born of goodly parents…

 

Here they are; the famous first words of The Book of Mormon. Raise your hand if you’ve read these words more times that you can count. I know I have. In fact, I’ve found that these words are so deeply etched in folds of my brain that reading them switches my brain over to auto-read while my mind wanders to things like the mountainous pile of laundry that needs folding, and the meat that needs taken out of the freezer.

I mention this because if I do this, there are probably at least a few of you who do this too. It’s okay. It happens. We’re human. Some of us are more Martha than Mary. This time through, I’m determined to stay focused. I hope you are too.

 

Let’s read: 1 Nephi 1:1-3

 

What do we know about Nephi from these first three verses?

 

 

 

 

Do you have anything in common with Nephi? If so, what?

 

 

 

 

Let’s continue onto verses 4-15.

 

What do we know about Lehi from these verses?

 

 

 

 

Let’s go back to verse 5 for one second:

 

Wherefore it came to pass that my father, Lehi, as he went forth prayed unto the Lord, yea, even with all his heart, in behalf of his people.

 

 




 
Have you ever prayed with all your heart for someone? For yourself? Take a few minutes to reflect and record your experience.
 
 
 
 
 
Now let’s look more closely at verses 13-15.
 
In vision Lehi sees Jerusalem, his birthplace, the “great city” in which he had “dwelt all his days” destroyed and the inhabitants carried away captive into Babylon. I don’t know about you, but if I saw my hometown destroyed and its people carried away to be slaves, I’d be devastated. Yet, Lehi comes away rejoicing with a full heart. In 14 he exclaims, “Great and Marvelous are thy works, O Lord God Almighty! Thy throne is high in the heavens and thy power and goodness, and mercy are over all the inhabitants of the earth, and because thou art merciful, thou wilt not suffer those who come unto thee that they shall perish!”
          Somehow I have a bit of a hard time wrapping my mind around his reaction. The only thing that makes sense to me is the statement he makes at the end of verse 14: thou wilt not suffer those who come unto thee that they shall perish! The scripture says he saw “many great and marvelous” things –perhaps he saw much more than just the destruction of his city. Perhaps he came away knowing what we with lesser faith must only believe: That the promises of the Lord are sure, that those who come unto him shall not perish.
 
Am I “coming” towards Him? Is my heart turned towards him? Is my face on His? Am I moving towards Him in thought and action?
 
Let’s continue, read verses 16-20.
 
Lehi goes about prophesying and declaring the things he saw and heard and he is met with mockery. In verse 20 they become angry, they cast him out, stone him, and seek to take his life. In our day I imagine this would look a little
like the prophet and apostles having rocks lobbed at them during General Conference. When I think of this scene in this way, I really get just how hardened this community had become. They were members of the church after all.
Then I have to wonder, in our own small ways, do we do this too? Not with literal rocks of course, but with criticisms? What about with deliberate disobedience? Just something to think about.
 
Let’s move onto my very favorite part of the chapter, the end of verse 20.
 
But behold, I, Nephi, will show unto you that the tender mercies of the Lord are over all those whom he hath chosen, because of their faith, to make them mighty even unto the power of deliverance.
 
Tender mercies are brought on by faith and deliver us. Deliver us from what?
 
 
 
What have been some “tender mercies” in your life?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 






Friday, September 5, 2014

this is my life...


Mom. Mom. Moooooom. I need breakfast.
Mom. I can’t find my red shirt. I need my red shirt!

Wipe my bum!

Mom. Let’s play trains! I’ll be the engine, you be the caboose!

Mom. Will you get me my paints?

Will you paint with me?

Mom! I know! Let's play with my blocks!

Help me build a castle, please, mom?

Mom. Will you make me a peanut-butter sandwich?

No, Mom! Don't cut it! I didn't want it cut!!
Mom. Let’s play hide and seek. I’ll hide first!
Mom watch this! I can jump like a frog! Ribbit!

Mom! Watch this! I can dance like a penguin!

Mom! Let’s dance!

Can we play with bubbles?

Wipe my bum!

Mom! I know! Let’s build a fort! Build me a fort! Build me a fort, pleeeeeease!?

Where’s my flashlight? Mom! My flashlight needs more batteries! Can you get batteries?

I need a snack! Can I have a banana?

Can I have another banana? Can I have some cheese?

Mom, look, I’m a race car! Vrrrrooooom! Oh-ho! Mom! Look! I crashed!

Mom, I need a kiss. Right here. NO! Right here!

Mom, can I watch a show? Can we make popcorn?

Mom. I don’t really love peas.

Look, Mom! I put my sock on my hand and now it’s a jumpy squirrel!

Look, Mom! Jumpy squirrel is brushing my teeth for me!

Will you read me this book?

Now this one!

And this one!
Just one more?

Mom. Can I have my train blanket?

It was a good, good day, huh Mom!

I love you, Mom! Have sweet dreams, okay?

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

labor day just happened

and...

Wow.

I blinked and August was over. It was only a blink!

I didn't make popsicles. I didn't run through sprinklers. There's still time. There's still time! Right? A few last, fading minutes?

I went on a bike ride today. I sat in the grass. I watched the sunset.

During the day I can always think of 42 things to blog about, then when the kids are sleeping and I have time to sit, without 50987938742958 interruptions, I find all of those ideas have disappeared.

Obviously.

Goodnight.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

the summer of cucmbers


 
As I've mentioned before, we over-planted cucumbers.
 
This pile here (a couple days of picking) resulted in 12 pint sized jars and 20 quart sized jars of pickles, plus at least as many that are in that bowl, frozen in my freezer, and that many again just tossed out. I hate wasting them, but... Really. We're out of ideas. And jars. And freezer space.
 
We've given so many away, that people from church are now sending me texts, "Hey, can I get some more cucumbers?" and our neighbors say, "You're not trying to give us more cucumbers are you? Because we had to give the last ones you gave us away."
 
 
I've learned how to make a decent hummus, because cucumbers and hummus pair nicely and hummus is pricey.
 
As time moves us forward we might not remember all the fabulous things we did together this summer o' '14, but we will remember the cucumbers "coming out our ears" I'm sure of it.
 
We'll probably also remember the week of Tanner's wedding, because that was a great day! And long waited for!
 
That week we had opportunity to catch-up with old friends, and such. On Friday morning my mom and dad, and Blake and Brittany, and Tanner, and Hubs and I got to go to the Gilbert, AZ temple together. It was an experience that will be cherished forever. Then there was the wedding the next day, which also was wonderful. Such happy, happy things! All crammed into a week.
 
Other things we've done this summer: Blueberry picking, Raspberry picking, a trip or two to the park to go on nature walks and to play, we've had picnics, and playdates with friends. We've visited the library, the train museum, the county fair, and the Amish Festival. I took up Crossfit, and finally self-published a book I've spent a lot of time working on. (More on the book later.)
 
Last week the Baby and I were watching Hubs trying to teach Pirate how to skip rocks on the river. I was thinking how glorious summer time is, and in the middle of my happy, summer thoughts a yellowed leaf floated down from high above me and landed at my feet. *Sigh*
 
We went to the meet the teacher night at Pirate's new preschool, which begins tomorrow. I'll probably cry all the way home, and then happy dance in the kitchen.
 
Leaves are starting to change, there's a night-time nip in the air, schools are starting, and I'm still not ready to embrace fall. Even if it does mean everything pumpkin is in my near future.
 
I think I'll make it a point to run through some sprinklers this week.
And make popsicles.