Utah-Part 2 Friends and Family

After the marathon we spent the day with our friends the Jenkins. We have been friends for 8 years and they moved away from us almost two years ago.  Cynthia and I didn't get a picture together during the race so we took a post race picture...

We went to a church fair and then Pat and Cynthia took us on a tour of Logan. 

   

Patrick showed us his new office and we took advantage of another photo opportunity...

Maya and Hannah have been friends since they were three. They loved spending time together.

Here are some other fun pics with the Jenkins...

(Easton and Camden)

(Ava, Eden and Kennedy)

We also got to spend some time with my friend Jen. We've been friends since high school and our kids just so happen to be the same age...except now she has a number 4! Baby Ella was only four weeks old.

We spent a day making some freezer meals so Jen won't be so stressed out at dinner time. No pictures of that, but here are some fun pictures of the kids. The girls also got to go back for a sleepover later in the week. They had such a great time!

We spent an afternoon in Orem with my cousins Monica and Leah. We had lunch at Monica's and then played at the park.

Monica (AKA: Mahkimah) and Camden are pretty tight.

Here is Mahkimah explaining to Camden that she is rolling up his shorts so he won't get them wet in the water...

Yeah...he pretty much didn't listen.

It's amazing how many people I that I love live in Utah! It's impossible to see everyone I want to in a single visit. I'm just grateful that it worked out that we got to spend time with these loved ones.

Still lots more to come...

Utah-Part 1 Top of Utah Half Marathon

We spent ten amazing days in Utah. Our first stop was Logan so that I could run the Top of Utah half marathon with my lovely friend Mike. His amazing wife, Amy, who also happens to be one of my besties, couldn't run it so I got to take her spot.

We had to take a shuttle to the starting line. It left at 5:30am! The race didn't start until 7am. It was brutal to get up that early but we got to see the sun rise in the canyon. The time went by quickly because we got to visit with my friend Cynthia who also ran the race. No photos but it was so fun to hang out with her.

It was Mike's first half but he ran like a pro. I felt confident in my training but I had no idea what the altitude was going to do to me. I didn't want to hold Mike back from running his best, but he stayed with me the whole race. I was able to keep up with his pace for the first nine miles but once I hit ten, I hit a wall. It was hot, it was uphill and the altitude became a beast. It was like I could never fill my lungs completely. In the end we finished in 2:01. I wanted to be under 2 but I am still happy with that time, I felt bad that Mike slowed down for me. He could have totally finished way under 2 hours, I told him to go on but he wouldn't. We finished together and it was awesome. I can't wait to do it again!

We had the best fans ever! They even made signs for us...

 

There is nothing like running a good race. It feels so great to cross the finish line knowing that you have accomplished a goal. Every mile of training has paid off and it feel so, so good. In the past five years that I have been running, I have ran one marathon, three half's, and a handful of smaller races. I have learned so much during the hundreds and hundreds of miles I have logged. I have learned that your body can do way more than you think it can. I have learned that good friends make for the best running partners. And most importantly I have learned that there will always be someone faster and that's okay. In the end I run for me and what it does for me. I loved every minute of this race, even the brutal tenth mile. 

Thanks Mike for pushing me and sticking with me...it was the best way to start my vacation!

Growing Pains...Middle School and Third Grade

There has been far too much going on these days...I am so far behind on posting stuff. I have Family Fun Time 2011, Top of Utah Half Marathon and other randomness that needs to be documented. But while it is fresh in my mind I have to blog about the First Day of School...

Here is Maya on her first day of middle school.

Converse and Aeropostale is all the rage these days at her middle school. She was prepared with her wardrobe...notice it's still t-shirt and jeans. I wonder if she will ever break away from her uniform...

This has been quite the emotional week for us...by us I mean me and Maya. We had the same amount of anxiety and stress over it. I tried my hardest to not let her see my freaked out side. I did really, really well until the night before. I was watching her relieve her nervous energy by organizing all of her drawers and cleaning the bathroom at 8:30 at night! We had to make her stop. Aric gave the girl's blessings and after Maya's was done she crawled practically on my lap and started to cry. She blurted out through her tears..."WHY CAN'T I JUST STAY WITH YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST COME WITH ME!" I completely lost it at that point and we wept together.

I did a carpool with one of Maya's besties so that she had someone to walk into school with everyday. Today was day four and she was still pretty nervous heading out the door but when she comes home she has a smile on her face and that's all that matters.


Here is Eden on her first and second day of Third Grade...

She was so ridiculous about her hair. She wanted it to be crimped so badly. She picked out her outfit from head to toe. She thought she looked like a rock star, so how could I dare give her any imput.

She has some good friends that made it real easy for her to say goodbye to me. 

Second day outfit...because she wanted me to document it.

She handled it like a pro. She had no nerves whatsoever. The only emotional moment she had was when she verbalized how much she was going to miss seeing Maya everyday at school.

Camden is so sad. He asks about the girls all day, everyday. He is one sad little brother...

This is actually a picture of him looking at the garbage truck because he love them, but it's pretty much represents his longing for them now that they are gone all day.

Truly, Madly, Deeply

We bought these chairs  year and a half ago. I loved the look and scale of them but I just didn't love the fabric. They went well with the sofa that we had and I knew that I could reupholster them "someday".

Well when I found the couch of my dreams I knew that "someday" had come. Aric couldn't believe that I was going to mess with these chairs. He was actually going to let me sell them on craigslist and buy new ones. I was game but I still couldn't find any chairs that I loved and in the end it just felt like a waste of money. So I went and found some fabulous houndstooth fabric and took on these beasts.

Forty dollars and about ten hours later I now had the chairs of my dreams to match the couch of my dreams....

I am so happy to finally have this room put together. Yay!

Paused...

What I love about the gospel of Jesus Christ is that it is NEVER changing. His law, is THE law. Obeying God's commandments is the only way to have real joy and peace in this life. And when we do what he asks the blessings we get are so far greater than we ever deserve...

Clearly I'm not so great at being perfect. (just go read my post from a couple of weeks ago...btw, thanks for all the love on that one:p) Thankfully God doesn't expect us to be. He just wants us to be making our best efforts to do his will by keeping his commandments. (see I am learning)

One of the commandments that I work really hard at is keeping the Sabbath Day holy. Besides going to church, I make every effort to treat this day differently from any other day of the week. I don't go shopping. I work on family history. I watch programs that are geared towards Christ and family (thank you BYU channel for making this easy for me and my kids). I try to read only material that is focused on Christ and His teachings. I also will only play music that is uplifting and Christ centered. These things aren't hard for me (unless the Red Sox are playing and then I will sneak a peek at the score after the kids are in bed). The sweet spirit that comes into my home because I make those efforts is worth the worldly sacrifices.

I don't judge anyone else who doesn't do these things, I just know that this works for me. I need this day every week to really check in with my Heavenly Father. The other six days are so busy that just getting my daily prayers and scripture study in takes a huge amount of effort. So Sunday I give it to Him.

Most Sundays aren't super reverent by any means. Getting three kids ready for church and then sitting with them for an hour during our family service can be anything but reverent. Then after that service I get to teach the 18mos to 3yr olds for two hours. (I am the Nursery Leader in my ward. I have 30 children and 3 classes with 9 adults that I am responsible for) This is not play time people. This is teaching time. It is work and requires lots of love and patience. Not a ton of reverence but lots of blessings.

So here is where this post is going...

This Sunday I am all alone. Aric is in Oregon with the kids at my mom's for "Grandparents Week O' Fun" (aka: "fun for kids and that's about it" week). I was supposed to go but I was really feeling overwhelmed with life (tutoring all summer, lots of company, two big trips back to back, school starting two days after we get back, Maya going to middle school, Camden...need I say more...actually yes, I do need to say more, but I am saving that for the next post, Eden being swallowed up by the middle child syndrome, my lack of acceptance that I really am in the next stage of life...parent of pre-teenager, etc...)So Aric lovingly rearranged his schedule and took my place (my sister and I take turns staying there for half the week to keep the chaos somewhat in control).

When he first told me he would go I was in shock. I was in the middle of loading the washer when he casually said he would do it. I literally started to cry over my agitating washer. I was a little startled by my own reaction. Why in the world was I crying about this? 

At first it was because I was so happy and then it was because I felt so guilty for feeling so happy. Then I felt so loved by Aric for doing this for me that all of the sudden I felt totally undeserving. Then I was scared because maybe he wasn't being serious and I was still going to have to go!

He told me this the night before I was supposed to leave. After the kids went to bed I sat him down and asked him if he was really being serious and he told me that he could rearrange his schedule and that he knew I needed this so it wasn't a big deal.

WASN'T A BIG DEAL!!!!!! 

This was a dream come true for me! The greatest Mother's Day, Birthday, Christmas, Anniversary gift he could ever give me. Six days in my house without the kids. 

*Not because I don't adore each of my children. They literally are my life...24/7...12 months a year. No day care to take them to. No office to escape to. My home is my office. I mean no disrespect to working mom's, that is a whole different kind of stress. I'm only trying to paint a nice picture of why this break was so precious to me.*

Aric and I have gone on vacations and I have a weekend every year that I get away for a little retreat, but to be in my house to get all the things done that I can never get around to doing is awesome! But even more than that is that, I have some serious time to reflect and get myself back on track. I had been running on fumes and now my tank is full and it's only been two days alone! My house is eerily still and a little too quiet for my liking, but I am using every moment thoughtfully. In fact right after they left on Friday afternoon I made a list of all the things I wanted to do while I had the house to myself (BTW..Aric gets home Monday night). 

Here is a sampling of that list:

Organize Guest Closet

Revamp the basement playing area

Paint kids bathroom and vanity

Reupholster two chairs

Get school shopping done

Organize my closet

Make garage functional again

Organize junk drawer #2 that used to hold Camden's bottles and such

Go through kids clothes

Make Maya a new scripture bag

Mend the stuff in the "mend pile"

You get the picture. Lots of random stuff that I just can't find the time to do on any given day. Well, I have to admit it was tempting to use today as a "get-a-ton-of-stuff-accomplished" day. But then I realized how many "soul projects" I could do instead. And being that it is the Sabbath and all, I decided to use today as the perfect opportunity to dejunk my soul and really have a reverent Sunday.

I had already made arrangements for a sub for my class so I went to my sister's church service. I got up listened to my church music, watched a morning devotional on the BYU channel, got ready for church, got to church early, and sat there in peace. As I watched the families filing in, I missed Aric and my kids. Although, it was amazing how much I got out of the meeting since I wasn't refereeing the girl's or dealing with C. 

Afterwards I went to the adult Sunday School class which was awesome. The lesson was on tithing and it made me think about all the blessings I have in my life because Aric and I tithe. I got to bear my testimony of it with grown ups and it felt great. Then I went to the women's class which was interesting. I liked the subject (temples), but I have to admit I was missing my crazy little class. 


My nursery class may not be the optimal place you would want to be to ponder or meditate, but I can promise you that the Spirit of God is in that class in abundance! He loves those little people and he wants them to be taught his gospel. Even if our lessons are only five minutes long those children are feeling the spirit and they are being taught. Our music time is my favorite and I feel the spirit every week when I teach the children songs about Heavenly Father and Jesus. Today I missed that :(

When I got home I did some family history research and then checked in with A and the kids. Which brings me to this moment, to this post. 

I needed this pause in my daily grind for many reasons, but the most important reason was that I need some alone time with God. I needed to spend some quality time with reacquainting myself with my Savior. I needed to keep the Sabbath Day holy and not give into my projecting impulse. Because I chose to honor the Sabbath...I have been shown my weaknesses. I have been called to repentance. I have been shown who to serve and how to serve them. I have been shown a better way to run my household. I have felt forgiveness and love. I know I wouldn't have had this experience, to this magnitude, had I not been observing the Sabbath so fully.

I know this feeling won't last. I will have to push the un-pause button in a few days, but I know how better to find it when I start losing it again. I'm so grateful for Aric recognizing how desperately I needed this. I know the spirit nudged him and thankfully he responded to the prompting. This is the first time I have ever been alone in my house for any real length of time. I know that this is not something I can ask for every year. But I do know now that I do need this, and even if it's for only a day or two I will ask for it and I will use that time wisely and make sure to give a chunk of it to God.

So now I am going to go for a walk, do some more reflecting and get myself geared up for tomorrow and all the projects that await me.

I had to post a picture of this dress I got yesterday for $12 at Macy's! I hate taking a picture of myself with a self timer so this is as good as it gets.

Don't Mess With My Kid

A few weeks ago we went to Manito Park while we had family in town for Eden's Baptism. I love this park, it's one of my favorite places to go with my kids.

We started out with a picnic lunch. Here are Aric and Leah bonding over Mello Yello.

The Japanese Garden

Monica was a great tour guide for Camden. She was even more excited about the koi pond then he was!

My step-dad Joe was showing off and jumping over the koi fish. Thank heavens he didn't fall and get us kicked out!

The Rose Garden

We took a couple of grandma pictures while we were there...the girls and my mom.

Here is one with Grandma Kathy, Aric's mom.

The best part about the rose garden was Leah telling the girls what would happen if you smelled each variety of rose...ex: if you smelled the Carribean rose you would someday go on a cruise. If you smelled the Spanish rose you would start speaking Spanish. Oh I wish I could remember them all, she was hilarious!

The English Garden

It was so hot! It felt good to sit by the spray.

The Splash Pad

This was the last stop on our park adventure. This is my cute little cousin Aby. She got to stay an extra day and hang out with us. She had no fear, she loved getting sprayed.

My girls got a little wet but they were more interested in the swings.

Camden loved running around watching everybody else get wet but he didn't like getting sprayed.

This is C, just standing there staring at the big kid waiting for the bucket to fall...

There were two water guns. The red one was lame, but the blue one could spray far and hard. There were two little boys who hogged it the whole time and they would spray anyone who would get close to them. They even sprayed my mom!

I was so annoyed because they kept spraying C. He wanted it so bad. I was waiting for some parents to intervene but no one stepped up. So after a while I took matters into my own hands.

I kindly asked them to let C have a turn. They weren't super excited at first but I strongly/nicely suggested that they give someone else a turn since they had been monopolizing it the whole time. They very reluctantly agreed that C should have a turn. As soon as I got my hands on that gun I let them have it!

I didn't realize that Aric was taking pictures! I love that he captured us giving those little turkey's a taste of their own medicine.