Friday, December 6, 2013

Out of the mouth of babes

D's prayer tonight:

Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this great day.
Please bless that Jesus had a good day.
Please bless that I can give Jesus all my power, because I love him.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Some random stuff

It's been way too long since I've blogged, and I have some random stories and thoughts to share.

B2 can appropriately sing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" -- both of his top front teeth are missing right now. Daddy helped him pull the first one (it was barely hanging on, and frankly it was gross because it was sticking almost straight forward) and D helped him pull the second one. Yes, that's right, D. It was just after bedtime, and I was catching up on the recent episode of Downton Abbey when B2 came running in to show me his bloody mouth. B2 then told me his brilliant strategy for removing the tooth -- "I took a hanger and bit down on it, and then D pulled as hard as he could and the tooth came flying out! But now I can't find it. Will the tooth fairy still come?" I sat dumbfounded for a second, and then busted up laughing. It was an ingenious strategy, and very effective. After I told B2 to go tell his dad the story, he went back in his room and looked some more, and was able to find the tooth.

A's two most recent developments are the addition of "No" to his vocabulary (though, unfortunately, he predominantly says it in a whiny voice; it's cute now, but it's going to get old fast)--and, with the ability to say no comes the exercise of and insistence on his own will, resulting in some battles now about whether or not he'll eat certain foods or get out of the bath tub--and his love of clapping. He applauds EVERYTHING--the dentist, his brothers, the TV shows, putting away bath toys, and Mommy's cooking (I particularly love this last one). It does make things slower at times though. For example, the other day A was in the bath and I tried to get him to pick up his toys and put them in his basket. He would pick up one, put it in the basket, stop, clap, look expectantly at me, I'd clap, he'd clap again, and then he'd go to the next toy. Sometimes he waits for me to do it so that he can clap for me. I do love getting praised so much for simple things like changing diapers and refilling sippy cups.

Last week was our ward Primary Program. It was phenomenal. The leaders had done a really good job with the kids, who were very well behaved and sang all the words nice and loud. B2 and D both said their lines into the microphone loud enough without screaming, breathing heavily, or spitting on the mic. And, as an added bonus, D entertained the ward by slightly-screaming the songs, waving at us, leading the music, and giving thumbs up after his speaking part. I may or may not have encouraged such behavior... ;)

Baby #4 is growing quickly. I'm getting people saying that I'm popping out, which is both depressing and reassuring (at least I'm not the only one that things I'm getting huge). I still have 13+ weeks to go. We don't know if this baby is a boy or girl, but we are assuming boy simply based on our track record. And, as far as names, I think we are worse off than before. We have barely discussed names, but so far we've only eliminated names (well, more accurately, I've proposed names and B1's shut me down). Since I've picked all but A's middle name, I suppose I should just pick out the names I like and start wearing down B1's resistance.

A absolutely ADORES animals! He loved feeding the goats at the pumpkin patch (he wasn't scared at all!!), and there's a neighborhood dog that looks kinda like a Shih Tzu that he loves to pieces. He screams with excitement every time he sees this dog, and cries the saddest tears when I tell him it's time to go home.

Note: anyone who tries to give A an animal for Christmas will suffer a horrible, terrible fate. You have been warned!

And, last random thought for this post: this Sunday is my niece Nom Nom's baby blessing. Right now my parents and Beez are at Rinz's house having fun together without me. I so wish I could be in Arkansas right now. (There's a phrase I never thought I'd say.) I still haven't seen baby Nom Nom other than through pictures, and she's so dang cute! I have the cutest nieces!!

Monday, October 7, 2013

Halfway!

As of today, I am 21 weeks and 1 day pregnant, so I am past the halfway point! It's so weird to think that I'm this far along, since I'm still not as heavy as I usually am when I get pregnant, let alone when I'm halfway there. I haven't had a lot of morning sickness for the past two months or so, but I do have eating fatigue, where pretty much nothing sounds good to eat (except maybe candy, but then only eating candy on an empty stomach makes me feel worse!). But, my weight gain isn't low enough that the doctor is worried.

Today, we had our major ultrasound. And, to answer the first and obvious question, no, we still don't know if it's a boy or girl. We are going to be surprised! Everyone else is convinced that this one is a girl due all the differences in my pregnancy, but I used the same logic with A (my pregnancy with him was so different than with my other two!) and clearly that wasn't accurate. So, you'll all just have to wait until February like the rest of us to find out.

The ultrasound went well. The doctor said everything looks great, and I think the profile picture looks a lot like AJ. Interestingly though, this baby's head is only measuring at 20 weeks and a few days...in other words, SMALLER than normal. Odd, since my babies have ginormous heads! Maybe I'll have a nice, easy delivery this time. Ha!

The best part of the ultrasound? This!


The doctor caught the baby yawning! How cute is that?!?!?

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Funny things D says

D: "Mom, is this [football goal post] from Home Depot?"
Me: "Yes, it is. How did you know that?"
D: "Because I have BRAINS!"

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

YW, and getting old

At YW tonight, we had a member of the stake presidency come speak to the girls about the temple. He began his talk by asking the girls to write down what they think their lives will be like in 15 years. One girl a few seats down added it up and said, "I'll be so old--I'll be like 30!" Yes, ladies, this is what old looks like.

Surprisingly, it didn't really bother me. I succumbed to the realization that I was old last year when I officially kissed the 20s goodbye. Though, it's a little daunting to be fully sailing into my 30s next week--I'm not really "barely past the 20s" when I'm 31. Sounds a little desperate to be still using that phrase.

If anything, this little activity made me laugh. Some of the girls shared what they wanted their lives to be like. All were 15 or younger (that shared), so they were all talking about their late 20s up to 30. Their lists included things like graduating college, getting married, having babies, and the like. Some were more specific ("I'll be pregnant for the first time") and some were more vague ("I have no idea what my life will hold in 15 years!"). But, each one made me smile at how much better my life is than I had initially planned.

When I was in YW, I had my life planned out. Here's how it went:
  1. Graduate high school when 17.
  2. Go to my favorite university, and major in Psychology.
  3. At 21, go on a mission, probably foreign, and hopefully Spanish-speaking.
  4. At 22.5, come home, resume education.
  5. Complete Bachelor's degree. Start Clinical Psychology Ph.D program.
  6. Graduate at 28. Starting working as a therapist for rape victims.
  7. At 30, get married (as the last one of my friends--they all got married young, like 19 or 20). Marry a hot, tall (6'0"-6'3"), Spanish-speaking return missionary who is also a lawyer and has already agreed to live on the same street as my two best friends, B and L. Get married in Los Angeles temple. Best day ever!
  8. Sometime after 30, maybe have kids--I mean, I'm supposed to have kids and all that.
Yep, that was the plan. And it worked pretty well...up to #2. I did graduate at 17, I did go to my favorite university, and I did major in Psych. And...then began the deviations. I had not planned on a semester in Nauvoo, without which my life would have a huge, gaping hole. I did not plan to meet my husband when I was 19 (okay, only a few days before I turned 20, but still!), and did not plan to actually be convinced not to serve a mission (not by him--he was completely supportive, though he made no false promises about waiting for me). I did not plan to get married at 20. I did not plan to stop my education after receiving my Master's degree. I did not plan to have a child at 23, or work in Human Resources, or live in Utah. I did not anticipate the strong urge to quit my job and stay home with my kids.

Little did I know how much better my life could be than what I had planned! My scariest nightmares are ones where I lose my husband or child(ren), and those ones haunt me even while awake. I never thought I'd stay up late crying because some child I had never met on the other side of the country had something horrible happen, and I realized my own inability to protect my children from the evils of the world. I would never have understood the joy at watching my sons play soccer, at the way a simple hug or grin could make my day go from horrible to perfect in an instant. I would never have felt the frustration at taking photo after photo, and editing said photos for so long, and never being able to capture all that is amazing about my children.

Yes, they can be stinkers. They can drive me crazy when they stain my already-ugly carpet, shake my bed when I'm green to the teeth with morning sickness, or constantly interrupt ("Mom....Mom....Mom....Mom..."). But they are the best part of my day, and I'm so lucky that my plan almost completely derailed. But, thank goodness I still married the hot, tall, Spanish-speaking return missionary. Otherwise, I might have some ugly children. ;)

Thank goodness that's not the case.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Chastised in public...well, sort of

Our home teachers came by today (on the first! Yes, they are awesome). B2 was sharing a story about the party we attended yesterday at my aunt and uncle's house. He had been outside playing football while the adults were inside watching the BYU/Virginia football game on TV. So, he was telling the home teachers all about it, and then said,"Dad needs to stop watching TV and come outside and play with his son!" We all just burst up laughing. Point taken kiddo.

Incidentally, B2 has a seriously perfect spiral when he throws a football, and can throw pretty far. He has already asked to play football, so I better get myself prepared for that.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Funny Things D Says

While playing with a Buzz Lightyear toy:

D: "Do you know what 'I come in peace' means? It means he wants to be friends."



Just before blowing on a dandelion:

D: "I wish I wish I wish I was in California!"

(Incidentally, how do kids learn that you get to make a wish when you blow on dandelions?)

Parenting win!

On Monday this week, B1 and I were making dinner and cleaning up the kitchen (translation: I was playing games on my phonewhile my husband did dishes, and dinner was cooking in the crock pot). D had been sent to his room for refusing to do time out for refusing to help me clean up the front room. So, there we were, when we both heard the sound of glass breaking. In a panic, we ran to D's room , and found him standing perfectly still, with a broken window. We asked him what happened, and he said he had thrown his soccer shin guards at the window. By this point, I was so done--D had ignored me all day, and I was tired of fighting him. I knew if I had tried to punish him, it would have been so ridiculous (you know, something like "you're not eating for a week"), so I walked out. B1 stayed behind to clean up the glass, but he too was too angry to punish D. We told him the punishment would come after we had a chance to talk to each other. We called our parents, asked some advice, and finally decided on the following:
  1. Since D had inappropriately used his shin guards, he was going to lose those for 24 hours. The next night he had a soccer game, so we took him to the game, sans guards. As such, he had to sit on the sidelines and watch his team play.
  2. Since D had caused damage that would be expensive to replace, we felt that he had to "earn" some of the money to fix the window. He would do this by doing extra chores. As an added incentive to do those chores, he will not be allowed to watch TV until all the money is earned.
So, the day after the window incident, D asked over and over again if he could watch TV. Every time we said no, and he would whine, "Why?" I'd look at him and ask back, "Why can't you watch TV?" He'd glumly reply, "Because I broke the window and now I have to do chores." Then I'd ask if he wanted to do chores, and he'd say no. 30 minutes later, and the scene repeats. Day 2 was much the same, though with fewer requests to watch TV.

Today started off the same--D asking to watch TV, and me saying no. When I asked this time if he wanted to do chores, he said yes! I was shocked, but quickly found some chores to do--cleaning air vents and washing baseboards. It only lasted about 30 minutes, though he might have cleaned longer if it weren't for friends stopping by (I was babysitting this morning).

So, chalk this up to a parenting WIN! Thanks to our parents (and sister-in-law C2) for the great advice!

Life According to B2

What does being an adult mean?
"I get to move out, buy some gum, eat it, and do whatever I want to do." --B2

Monday, July 29, 2013

I love random questions

While sitting in the drive thru at Jack-in-the-Box:
B2: "Mom, guess what?"
Me: "What?"
B2: "Daddy thinks you're a special girl."
Awwww.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Tolerance Debate

An article was recently written in one of our local papers titled "Can Modesty and Tolerance Coexist?" I didn't bother commenting on the article, because those message boards are full of bad spelling and grammar and angry, rude people. However, I haven't been able to let this question out of mind. So, I'd like to write this down. Maybe by the time my kids are older and modesty becomes more of an issue (or tolerance, for that matter), my opinions will have changed. But, this is what I believe.

The author's debate in this article is summed up by one of her final sentences: "How do I teach my kids to dress modestly but to also be kind, accepting and tolerant toward others?" I believe the author is asking a genuine question, which first of all must mean that she does not believe modesty and "tolerance" to be mutually exclusive concepts (despite the title of the article). Otherwise, her question would have read "Is it even possible to teach my kids to dress modestly AND to also be kind, accepting and tolerant toward others" instead of "How do I do it?"

Any time a discussion arises on the idea of "tolerance," I cringe. The biggest problem with tolerance is the variation definitions of the word. For example, dictionary.com lists the following as possible definitions for tolerance:
1. a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward those whose opinions, practices, race, religion, nationality, etc., differ from one's own; freedom from bigotry.
2. a fair, objective, and permissive attitude toward opinions and practices that differ from one's own.
3. interest in and concern for ideas, opinions, practices, etc., foreign to one's own; a liberal, undogmatic viewpoint.
4. the act or capacity of enduring; endurance: My tolerance of noise is limited.

So, when you are asking for tolerance with modesty, what are you asking for? How do you define "permissive attitude"? Often, when you hear a group demanding tolerance, what they really want is for the opposing group to agree that they are perfectly right. Take, for example, the current gay marriage debate. The LGBT community not only wants equal rights regarding housing and hospital visitation rights (which I believe the majority of people agree with), but also wants all religions to change their dogma to state that homosexuality is not a sin, and wants all scientists to affirm that homosexuality is a biological and unchangeable facet. It's not enough to be respected as contributing members of society; they want schools to have special emphasis placed on contributions made by members of the LGBT community. Essentially, they not only want the same legal protections as everyone else, but they also want everyone else to change their opinion and admit that they are the only right ones.

As a contrast, let's take a largely non-argumentative group like vegetarians. (Yes, I'm sure there are probably argumentative vegetarians, but as a whole you don't see them picketing slaughterhouses and grocery stores demanding tolerance, and the argument between a vegetarian/carnivore diet is hardly as highly-charged as the gay marriage debate.) Vegetarians expect a certain level of respect given to them by their friends and neighbors. That level of respect, or level of tolerance, would include not sneaking meat products into their food or rubbing hamburgers on their faces. They do not expect that all meat-eaters will admit that eating meat is unhealthy or immoral or devil worship; they do not expect the government to shut down all meat-producing services and destroy all meat products. They don't insist that we all give pigs kisses on the snout. They will, however, express their opinions about eating meat (hopefully in kind, considerate ways, and not by throwing pig entrails onto someone's plate). Likewise, meat eaters can appreciate that vegetarians don't eat meat, and be considerate by not bringing out meat plates at dinner when they have been invited over or making sure that there are plenty of vegetarian entrees at a neighborhood BBQ. And, perhaps, each side will engage the other in friendly discussions of why it's good to eat meat or why it's good not to eat meat, and everyone leaves the conversation happy, even if no opinions have been changed and no one converted to the other side. And then we all hold hands and sing songs while the sun sets and a double rainbow spans the sky. Perfect scenario, right? What does this have to do with modesty? I'll come back to this later.

So, back to the article. The crux of the author's debate for modesty v. tolerance is illustrated by two personal stories. First, a story from when she was in high school. To fully understand this story, you must understand a bit about the culture in which this author was raised. In her community, the major religion was practiced by roughly 93% of the community (source). This religion has a strong emphasis on modesty, which is defined (for women) as keeping shoulders and stomachs covered; not wearing low cut shirts or short shorts or skirts; and not wearing clothing that is too tight or otherwise revealing and sexually suggestive. This post is not to debate whether these standards of modesty are appropriate or old fashioned; I am simply describing the culture in which her story took place. So, the author is in high school and attending a formal dance. She picked out a dress that, in her words, "wasn't bad, revealing … nothing of the sort"; nevertheless, it was strapless, which was considered immodest in her culture. Some members of her group (both boys and girls) laughed, pointing fingers, and said, "We took bets to see who would be dressed immodestly, and you were the one we picked."

The author writes, "I felt so small the rest of the night. I wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of what I was wearing. It wasn't bad, revealing … nothing of the sort. What was said to me, however, made me feel worthless and dirty."

Fast forward, and now the author is a mother of both sons and daughters. She writes:
"I look at teenage girls dressing in clothes that I don't want my daughters wearing. I find myself watching television with both my sons and daughters when Victoria's Secret commercials showing women dressed in almost nothing come on the screen.


In both instances, my instinct is to turn their heads away from it all, or in the case of the Victoria's Secret models, turn off the TV or run in front of it so that I can block what I don't think is appropriate for their little eyes. However, this does nothing other than to pique their interest more — 'What is mom hiding?' — and/or make them look at those girls and think that they are 'bad.' Neither of these reactions are going to illicit a positive result, let alone one that I intended."
So, this becomes the basis for her article. In one case, she was treated meanly because she was not dressed "modestly," but as a mother she wants to teach her children the same standards of the culture in which she was raised. And so, she raises the question--is it possible to teach your child one thing and still have them be tolerant of those with different beliefs.

So, here's my answer: Yes, but it depends on your expectation of "tolerance."

Tolerance does not mean you do not have the right to your own opinion and that you have to accept that someone else's opinion is more right than yours. In my vegetarian example above, if you are a meat-eater, being tolerant of a vegetarian does not mean that you have to give up meat yourself, or that you have to acknowledge that living a vegetarian lifestyle is "higher" (healthier, smarter, more moral, etc.) than living a carnivorous lifestyle. Likewise, dressing to a specific standard of modesty does not mean that you have to acknowledge that those who don't adhere to the same standards are more free and happier than those who do. And, if you are one who has a looser definition of modesty (or don't care about modesty at all), you don't have to acknowledge that dressing with your thighs and shoulders always covered is a better way of doing things and that you are a better person for not being bound by such an old-fashioned system.

I think, as a whole, our society is generally there. Yes, I was teased in Jr High for wearing shorts that went to my knees and for wearing shirts with sleeves in the 110 degree summers. But you know what? We were kids! I'd like to meet just one person (who wasn't home schooled) who went through his/her Jr and High school careers NOT being teased for something he/she believed in, whether that be his/her religion, the honors classes he/she was taking, the clubs he/she joined, the sports he/she played (or didn't play), or something else. I had my best friend tell me once that I wasn't funny--no one thought I was funny, and I should just stop trying to be funny. Did I go on a rant about how she should have been tolerant of my brand of humor? No. I cried, avoided her for a few days, and then everything went back to normal. Nearly 20 years later, we are still friends. My point is my story, and hers, are not as much examples of intolerance as they are examples of kids being mean, either because they intend to be mean or because they did it unintentionally. Does that excuse rude behavior? No, but this instead becomes a discussion on teaching our children to be kind and considerate and less a discussion on tolerance.

Now, here's the tough pill to swallow with tolerance. Tolerance to someone else's opinion goes both ways. Just as vegetarians have the right to talk about their diets with carnivores, carnivores have the right to enjoy their meat and talk about their diets to vegetarians. This means, as a religious person, I should be able to express my religious views just as much as the atheists can express theirs. Those who advocate refusing religious people to speak about their religion (trying to eliminate the ability to have prayers in school or to mention God in a classroom) are not spreading tolerance, but instead the opposite. Refusing to allow someone to discuss their beliefs is intolerance. So, back to the high school story--is the group's expression of the author's state of modesty tolerant? The manner in which is was said was rude (or, at least, taken to be rude, and reported as such), but those girls had just as much of a right to express their beliefs about what is modest as the author had in picking and wearing her dress. And, had she replied that she felt her dress was well within her modesty standards, she would have had that right as well.

Now, here's what I really hate about tolerance discussions--they are so self-centered. When discussing tolerance, we are mostly concerned with what WE can do, how WE are perceived, and what rights WE have. Rather than focusing on tolerance, and ourselves, I would instead argue that we should focus outward. How our actions are affecting those around us, and how we can make life better for them. As mentioned in my vegetarian example, rather than simply "tolerating" the vegetarians, carnivores can go out of their way to make life easier for them. If the neighborhood had a block party and is grilling hamburgers, a nice gesture would be to make sure there are plenty of vegetarian entrees and sides for those neighbors who don't eat meat. Or, they could plan a completely vegetarian BBQ, complete with veggie burgers. This is more than tolerance--this is loving your fellow man. And this ought to be our focus for teaching our children.

Likewise, when we are sitting around demanding tolerance for our actions, we fail to notice how our actions affect those around us. Example 1: you are a parent of young children and you go to the neighborhood park. After a few minutes, you hear a group of adults swearing like sailors within hearing range of the playground where your children are playing. You go over and nicely ask if they will refrain from swearing while around the children. Now, stop, and put yourself in the swearing group's place. You have two choices--you can demand tolerance for your behavior, citing your First Amendment right to the protection of free speech, and tell that mom where she can stick it, or you can accept that your language might have unwanted consequences on the children around you, and stop.

Example 2: You are one of those lucky women who have very high metabolisms. You can eat whatever you want, you've never dieted a day in your life, and you're still a size 2. Your best friend is not so lucky. She struggles with her weight, and the medications she's on only worsen the problem. She's been trying to eat healthy and exercise regularly, and she's down 10 pounds. Her favorite food (before the diet) is chocolate cake--it's been her favorite since she was a kid, and she's always struggled to resist it or keep her portion size small. Knowing this, what do you do? Do you demand that she tolerate your high metabolism and let you eat whatever you want, even in front of her, or do you be understanding of her plight and leave your chocolate cake at home, well out of sight, so as to not make her diet any harder than it needs to be?

Example 3: You are a smoker. Your best friend was also a smoker, but she quit recently. It's been very hard for her, but she's happy she's done it. You currently have no desire nor intention to quit smoking. When the two of you get together, do you smoke around her, even blowing smoke into her face, and demanding tolerance for your habit? After all, she's so high and mighty now that she's quit. Or, do you acknowledge her struggle, and not smoke around her, going to your car or some place else to spare her that temptation?

As a society, we have spent so much time focusing on ourselves--our own needs, our own desires, our own wants, and how we are perceived by others--that we fail to recognize, or simply don't care, that our attitudes, behaviors, and beliefs influence those around us, for good or for bad. Just because we have the "right" to do it does not mean we should. Now, we will all differ on what is in the best interest of society. As a religious person, I have my beliefs, but I know there are many who do not believe that prayer and stronger family units will solve any problems. But, as a member of society, I believe that I should encourage people to do what is right, what is good for society, and what is of high moral ground. They can choose not to agree with me, but I believe I would be doing a disservice to them by keeping quiet. Jessica Rey, an actress and swimwear designer, recently gave a speech encouraging women to ditch the bikinis and dress more modestly. She mentioned some studies in which men saw women in bikinis and the portion of their brains that registered tool use lit up. The video doesn't cite her sources, so it's hard to know how valid or well-executed this study was. However, the point is that Jessica Rey believes that modesty is good for humankind. Likewise, as my husband and male coworkers have frequently commented, it's very difficult for men to keep their thoughts from straying to un-virtuous, unholy thoughts when women are dressed immodestly. (See chart below--not to scale)
("As [modesty] goes up, [unholy thoughts] goes down. See, I made a graph. I make a lot of graphs."--Lisa Simpson)

So, like the cake example or the smoker example above, the considerate thing to do for those men who are trying to keep their thoughts clean would be to dress modestly around them. That's not to say that you have to be covered head to toe, not showing any skin. Nor does that mean you are responsible if they choose to let their thoughts wonder in inappropriate ways, or they choose to act immorally based on those thoughts. But, you do have a choice--you can choose to demand tolerance, or you can choose to make someone's struggle a little easier by not wearing a skirt so short that it shows half your butt when you bend over. (And, as a woman married to a man, I appreciate those who do dress more modestly; I don't want my husband thinking about anyone's naked parts but mine.) :)

So, back to her question--"How do I teach my kids to dress modestly but to also be kind, accepting and tolerant toward others?" Well, first, you teach them your standards, unapologetically. Hopefully said discussion also includes the impact our behaviors have on other people, and how modesty is not only a reflection of your respect for your God-given body, and a respect for your God who asked you to dress so, but also a discussion of the struggles that men have with visual stimuli and how modesty is a selfless act to help make their lives a little easier. Second, you teach them to always look for the best in others, regardless of their similarities or differences to you. Third, you teach them high moral standards with how they treat others. Tolerance is no longer an issue when you are kind and considerate.

That's my two cents.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

.0625

.0625

What's .0625, you ask? It's the probability of having four boys in a row.*

I guess we'll know soon which way the odds go for us.




(And, to answer the question now, no, I don't have a preference either way.)





*[Of course, that's assuming a baby's sex is entirely random. I'm not going to get into that debate.]

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Rageous

D's favorite song is "Nephi's Courage." Well, that, and the ABCs. I'll often catch him singing those two songs around the house, while he watches TV, while we drive, etc. Nephi's Courage is a song about following the Lord's commandments, even when it's hard or people make fun of us. The end of the verses (just before the chorus) and the chorus say:

"Nephi was courageous,
This was his reply:

I will go, I will do,
The things the Lord commands.
I know the Lord provides a way
He wants me to obey."

Of course, D doesn't sing "Nephi was courageous." He sings, "Nephi was rageous." It's not quite the same meaning, but mostly, I just love listening to him sing.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

B2's birthday party

It's still so weird to think that B2 is now seven years old! Yesterday we had a birthday party for him. To keep the guest list manageable, we decided to only invite his male friends (so sorry to all his female friends!). We had our largest turnout yet--12 kids! It was crazy, but so much fun. Here are some pictures from the event.



Friday, April 19, 2013

Big Brother

When I was a kid, I remember wanting to be included by my big brothers. I suppose I probably tried to copy them at times, though I don't really remember anything in particular. I do, however, remember my little sisters trying to be like me sometimes. For example, when I was in high school, one of my favorite bands was Reel Big Fish. We had a music store in town that had a kiosk in the center for trying out music. You could bring them any CD in the store and they would open it and play it for you. It was such a novel idea at the time, that you could actually listen to the tracks before you bought the CD to make sure you liked it! This was before the days of Napster and iTunes and every song being on YouTube. One day we were in the store, and my little sister Beez had picked up the same Reel Big Fish CD I had at home and taken it to the kiosk. I got mad at her, not because she was trying to copy me but because I realized how inappropriate the lyrics were on that CD when I saw my innocent little sister listening.

Anyway, a bit of a random story, so back to the reason I'm blogging. I'm starting to notice how much siblings try to copy each other. D tries so hard to be like his big brother. When I ask D if he wants to invite a friend over while B2 is at school, he gets so excited and starts naming off his brother's friends. When I try to suggest a friend his age, he'll often insist on the other boys. D is also wanting to do homework like his big brother. We bought him his own homework book, and while most of the time he just scribbles on it, he is insistent that he is doing important homework, like B2. This morning, he brought me a Sunday quiet book with a world map at the end. Holding it upside down, he started pointing out the geography to me like we have tried to do with B2. "This is us. [Pointing down and to the right] This is California." Close honey--"us" is South America and "California" is North America.

I'm sure it drives B2 crazy that D tries so hard to be like him. He is always wanting to tag along when B2 plays with his friends and divides my attention when I'm trying to help B2 with his homework. He doesn't let it show too much though. B2 really is an excellent big brother.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Funny Things D Says

D: "I got on shoes and socks!"
Me: "Good job!"
D: "But no jacket."
Me: "Okay. What jacket do you want?"
D: "Police jacket."
Me: [thinking hard about what jacket he could possibly mean]
D: "Sometimes police are blue."
Me: "You want a blue jacket?"
D: "Yes! Sometimes police are blue."