Friday, October 29, 2010

You wish you were cool enough...

...to work for my company. Here are pictures taken for our Halloween costume contest.











(Don't get it? Check out the original video here and the remix video here).

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I'm glad I didn't try to win the costume contest this year...my attempts at winning would have been shameful compared to this year's competition.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Corneal Abrasian

Last week I had an unfortunate, and rather inconvenient, trip to the ER, and surprisingly I was the patient. I think in my whole life I've been the patient in an ER once, and it was when I fell off my bike and fractured my jaw. At least, I'm pretty sure I went to the ER; I don't really remember the details, just the blood pouring from my jaw and the thought of "OW OW OW OW OW" (I was too young to swear back then...).

So, back to last week's story. It was Monday night, and I was preparing for my company's quarterly retreat. My plan was to put the boys to bed, do some laundry, clean my house, and pack for me and the kids (the kiddos were staying at my in-laws' house). I got D to bed and started picking up his room, when my eye had an unfortunate and sudden interaction with a cardboard box--and not just any cardboard box, but a Costco sized Huggies box, which means it was a heavy duty cardboard box. And not just any part of the box, but the corner of the lid, so it was nice and sharp. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees in absolute pain. My eye was watering so badly that I swore it was bleeding. I couldn't open my eyelid, and felt like I was storing part of the box under my eyelid as a memento. After a minute, the pain hadn't subsided, so I went to my bathroom to see if I could find a piece of cardboard or something in my eye. My eyelid was practically glued shut, and when I tried to force it open the pain was so intense (not to mention my eye was super sensitive to the light) that I gave up trying and just sat on the toilet and cried. Poor B2 -- he came in and tried to help me, but I was trying so hard not to scare him (I was already imaging the phone calls he would make to random people in my phone directory -- "Hi someone-Mommy-hasn't-talked-to-in-weeks-or-years, my mommy is crying on the toilet and can't see anything. Wanna come play?") that I tried not to cry in his presence and asked him to go play in another room. After a few more minutes--or seconds, as this pain was making time seem non-existent--I finally called my mother-in-law to come look at it. She brought over my father-in-law, just in case, and were at my house in a short time. Meanwhile, the OCD part of me figured that if I'm going to go the ER, at least I should change B2's sheets so he can sleep in clean sheets. So, I changed his bed, one eye tightly closed and the pain making me weak.

My mother-in-law came over, and I was finally able to pry open my eye enough for her to see it. When I did that, I realized that my vision was completely blurred--I could barely see straight ahead. It was almost as bad as looking through frosted glass (the stuff in your shower, not the kind when it snows). I finally resolved that I should go to the ER, because I was terrified that I was going to go blind in that eye. And, the worst part about that? I couldn't play sports anymore. Yes, honest to goodness, that was my fear. :) So, my father-in-law and neighbor give me a blessing, my father-in-law stays back to watch the kids, and my mother-in-law drives me to the hospital.

We get to the ER and get admitted almost immediately. Why, you ask? Because we missed the urgent care closings by about 10 minutes. Go figure--this can't be a CHEAP stupid mistake, it has to be an EXPENSIVE stupid mistake. Anyway, at the ER, they give me some numbing drops (joy of joys), I finally start to relax (my pulse at the intake was 117 beats per minute, nearly double my resting rate. My mother-in-law made sure to point out that at least I was burning some extra calories), and after what seems like forever the doctor (and his med student shadow) come in. He puts the magnifying machine up to my eye and starts to tell me that he'll add these drops that will make my injury able to be seen when he said, "Well, actually, I can see it right here--I don't even need the drops!" He adds them anyway to show the full extent of the damage, and here's approximately what it looked like:

(The bright green is the injury; and yes, I wish I had gotten a picture of my actual injury--it was probably slightly smaller than this, and more circular)

He confidently announces that I have a corneal abrasion, meaning that I scratched off part of my cornea against that stupid box. For those who don't remember 9th grade biology:


The cornea is the outer part of the area that protects the pupil, which is actually a hole. So, basically, it keeps stuff out of your eye hole, and I had scratched off a good chunk of mine--approximately the diameter of a small pea. So, they give me some antibiotics and generic LorTab (thank goodness!), tell me I'll be good in 36-48 hours, and send me on my way, a few hundred dollars poorer and still in absolutely misery (the numbing drops wore off much faster than the LorTab kicked in).

To make an already-too-long story just a bit shorter, I was in terrible pain the next day. It felt like I had a piece of glass under my eyelid, and every time my eyelid twitched or my eyeball moved (which happens WAY more than you think...), it sent a sharp pain to my eye. By Wednesday morning, the sharp pains were gone, and was replaced with a dull pain like I had been poked in the eye really hard. Oh, wait, I had... On Wednesday, I was also able to keep my eye open for brief (but lengthening) amounts of time. By Thursday, the pain was completely gone and I could keep my eye open all the time; however, the vision in that eye was still blurry. I went to a check up with an eye doctor on Friday, and he said that it will take about 2-3 weeks for my vision to completely return. But, every day I notice improvements, and only really have difficulty with reading small print.

That's the story of my expensive stupidity. So, lesson learned: look before you bend down to pick up wipes off the floor, because you just might rip out half of your eye.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Funny Things B2 Says

On September 7, we were on our way to the pediatrician's office for D's 15-month check up. I told B2 where we were going. When we started driving, B2 said, "Hurry quick! We have to go to the doctor!" I asked why, and he said, "We have to, before D grows up!"

On September 23, we were at my little sister's volleyball game. My parents were tree, plus my other sister Beez. My dad was in the hall talking to coach after the match when B2 came up and said, "Hey Grandpa, wanna go talk to my girls?" (referring to me, Beez, Rinz, and my mom).

On October 3 we were at my in-laws to watch Conference. Whenever we leave, B2 likes to roll down the window an say bye. This time, he said, "Hey Grandma, we'll come over next time, and we'll have fruit snacks and cheese sandwich, or maybe Mac and Cheese, and I'll bring Baby over." He had that outing all planned out!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tales from preschool

The following stories come from Brian's preschool teacher, Miss A. The rest are in her words:
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After they are done drawing in their journal  I tell them to come over and we write their story.  B2's always goes on and on.  Like today, he started off by saying he drew a "block with blue"  Then he said, "I was scared.  My mom scared me by the car.  I yelled and my dad came out and ask what was wrong. I said Mom scared me.  We were by the car."
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The other day we were talking about being important and that we had a family who loved us and we are important in our family.  I ask who was in their family.  I got to B2 and asked him.  He said, Mom, Dad and B2. I said, "What about D?"  B2 responded that D lives in his crib, not his house.

Monday, September 13, 2010

One random pic

This was the sunrise in front of our condo the other day. Pretty awesome, huh?

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Awesome talk

 I really needed this this morning, so I'm sharing. (Source)

Happiness, Your Heritage

President Dieter F. Uchtdorf
Second Counselor in the First Presidency

Our birthright—and the purpose of our great voyage on this earth—is to seek and experience eternal happiness.
President Dieter F. UchtdorfMy dear sisters, I am grateful for this, my first opportunity to speak to the women of the Church gathered together in all parts of the world. We are especially honored today with the presence of President Monson and President Eyring. The choir has touched our hearts. We have been inspired by the messages of Sister Thompson, Sister Allred, and Sister Beck.

Since learning that I would be with you today, I have thought about the many women who have shaped my life: my wonderful wife, Harriet; my mother; my mother-in-law; my sister; my daughter; my daughter-in-law; and many friends. All my life I have been surrounded by women who inspired, taught, and encouraged me. I am who I am today in large part because of these singular women. Each time I meet with the sisters of the Church, I sense that I am in the midst of similar remarkable souls. I am grateful to be here, grateful for your talents, compassion, and service. Most of all, I am grateful for who you are: treasured daughters of our Heavenly Father with infinite worth.

I’m sure it comes as no surprise, but the differences between men and women can often be quite striking—physically and mentally, as well as emotionally. One of the best ways I can think of to illustrate this is in the way my wife and I cook a meal.

When Harriet prepares a meal, it’s a masterpiece. Her cuisine is as wide-ranging as the world, and she frequently prepares dishes from countries we have visited. The presentation of the food is awe inspiring. In fact, it often looks so beautiful that it seems a crime to eat it. It’s as much a feast for the eyes as it is for the sense of taste.

But sure enough, no matter how perfect everything is, looks, and tastes, Harriet will apologize for something she thinks is imperfect. “I’m afraid I used a touch too much ginger,” she will say, or, “Next time, I think it would be better if I used a little more curry and one additional bay leaf.”

Let me contrast that with the way I cook. For the purpose of this talk, I asked Harriet to tell me what I cook best.

Her answer: fried eggs.

Sunny-side up.

But that isn’t all. I have a specialty dish called Knusperchen. The name may sound like a delicacy you might find at an exclusive restaurant. Let me share with you how to make it. You cut French bread into small slices and toast them twice.

That is the recipe!

So, between fried eggs, even when they are greasy, and Knusperchen, even when they are burned, when I cook, I feel pretty heroic.

Perhaps this contrast between my wife and me is a slight exaggeration, but it illustrates something that may extend beyond preparing meals.

To me it appears that our splendid sisters sometimes undervalue their abilities—they focus on what is lacking or imperfect rather than what has been accomplished and who they really are.

Perhaps you recognize this trait in someone you know really well.

The good news is that this also points to an admirable quality: the innate desire to please the Lord to the best of your ability. Unfortunately, it can also lead to frustration, exhaustion, and unhappiness.

To All Who Are Weary
Today I would like to speak to those who have ever felt inadequate, discouraged, or weary—in short, I would like to speak to all of us.

I also pray that the Holy Ghost will amplify my words and bestow upon them additional meaning, insight, and inspiration.

We know that sometimes it can be difficult to keep our heads above water. In fact, in our world of change, challenges, and checklists, sometimes it can seem nearly impossible to avoid feeling overwhelmed by emotions of suffering and sorrow.

I am not suggesting that we can simply flip a switch and stop the negative feelings that distress us. This isn’t a pep talk or an attempt to encourage those sinking in quicksand to imagine instead they are relaxing on a beach. I recognize that in all of our lives there are real concerns. I know there are hearts here today that harbor deep sorrows. Others wrestle with fears that trouble the soul. For some, loneliness is their secret trial.
These things are not insignificant.

However, I would like to speak about two principles that may help you find a path to peace, hope, and joy—even during times of trial and distress. I want to speak about God’s happiness and how each one of us can taste of it in spite of the burdens that beset us.

God’s Happiness
Let me first pose a question: What do you suppose is the greatest kind of happiness possible? For me, the answer to this question is, God’s happiness.

This leads to another question: What is our Heavenly Father’s happiness?

This may be impossible to answer because His ways are not our ways. “For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are [God’s] ways higher than [our] ways, and [His] thoughts [higher] than [our] thoughts.”

Though we cannot understand “the meaning of all things,” we do “know that [God] loveth his children” because He has said, “Behold, this is my work and my glory—to bring to pass the immortality and eternal life of man.”

Heavenly Father is able to accomplish these two great goals—the immortality and eternal life of man—because He is a God of creation and compassion. Creating and being compassionate are two objectives that contribute to our Heavenly Father’s perfect happiness. Creating and being compassionate are two activities that we as His spirit children can and should emulate.

The Work of Creation
The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul. No matter our talents, education, backgrounds, or abilities, we each have an inherent wish to create something that did not exist before.
Everyone can create. You don’t need money, position, or influence in order to create something of substance or beauty.

Creation brings deep satisfaction and fulfillment. We develop ourselves and others when we take unorganized matter into our hands and mold it into something of beauty—and I am not talking about the process of cleaning the rooms of your teenage children.

You might say, “I’m not the creative type. When I sing, I’m always half a tone above or below the note. I cannot draw a line without a ruler. And the only practical use for my homemade bread is as a paperweight or as a doorstop.”

If that is how you feel, think again, and remember that you are spirit daughters of the most creative Being in the universe. Isn’t it remarkable to think that your very spirits are fashioned by an endlessly creative and eternally compassionate God? Think about it—your spirit body is a masterpiece, created with a beauty, function, and capacity beyond imagination.

But to what end were we created? We were created with the express purpose and potential of experiencing a fulness of joy. Our birthright—and the purpose of our great voyage on this earth—is to seek and experience eternal happiness. One of the ways we find this is by creating things.

If you are a mother, you participate with God in His work of creation—not only by providing physical bodies for your children but also by teaching and nurturing them. If you are not a mother now, the creative talents you develop will prepare you for that day, in this life or the next.

You may think you don’t have talents, but that is a false assumption, for we all have talents and gifts, every one of us.5 The bounds of creativity extend far beyond the limits of a canvas or a sheet of paper and do not require a brush, a pen, or the keys of a piano. Creation means bringing into existence something that did not exist before—colorful gardens, harmonious homes, family memories, flowing laughter.

What you create doesn’t have to be perfect. So what if the eggs are greasy or the toast is burned? Don’t let fear of failure discourage you. Don’t let the voice of critics paralyze you—whether that voice comes from the outside or the inside.

If you still feel incapable of creating, start small. Try to see how many smiles you can create, write a letter of appreciation, learn a new skill, identify a space and beautify it.

Nearly a century and a half ago, President Brigham Young spoke to the Saints of his day. “There is a great work for the Saints to do,” he said. “Progress, and improve upon and make beautiful everything around you. Cultivate the earth, and cultivate your minds. Build cities, adorn your habitations, make gardens, orchards, and vineyards, and render the earth so pleasant that when you look upon your labors you may do so with pleasure, and that angels may delight to come and visit your beautiful locations. In the mean time continually seek to adorn your minds with all the graces of the Spirit of Christ."

The more you trust and rely upon the Spirit, the greater your capacity to create. That is your opportunity in this life and your destiny in the life to come. Sisters, trust and rely on the Spirit. As you take the normal opportunities of your daily life and create something of beauty and helpfulness, you improve not only the world around you but also the world within you.

Being Compassionate
Being compassionate is another great work of our Heavenly Father and a fundamental characteristic of who we are as a people. We are commanded to “succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees.” Disciples of Christ throughout all ages of the world have been distinguished by their compassion. Those who follow the Savior “mourn with those that mourn . . . and comfort those that stand in need of comfort.”

When we reach out to bless the lives of others, our lives are blessed as well. Service and sacrifice open the windows of heaven, allowing choice blessings to descend upon us. Surely our beloved Heavenly Father smiles upon those who care for the least of His children.

As we lift others, we rise a little higher ourselves. President Spencer W. Kimball taught, “The more we serve our fellowmen in appropriate ways, the more substance there is to our souls.”

President Gordon B. Hinckley believed in the healing power of service. After the death of his wife, he provided a great example to the Church in the way he immersed himself in work and in serving others. It is told that President Hinckley remarked to one woman who had recently lost her husband, “Work will cure your grief. Serve others.”

These are profound words. As we lose ourselves in the service of others, we discover our own lives and our own happiness.

President Lorenzo Snow expressed a similar thought: “When you find yourselves a little gloomy, look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight than yourself; go to him and find out what the trouble is, then try to remove it with the wisdom which the Lord bestows upon you; and the first thing you know, your gloom is gone, you feel light, the Spirit of the Lord is upon you, and everything seems illuminated.”

In today’s world of pop psychology, junk TV, and feel-good self-help manuals, this advice may seem counterintuitive. We are sometimes told that the answer to our ills is to look inward, to indulge ourselves, to spend first and pay later, and to satisfy our own desires even at the expense of those around us. While there are times when it is prudent to look first to our own needs, in the long run it doesn’t lead to lasting happiness.

An Instrument in the Hands of the Lord
I believe that the women of the Church, regardless of age or family status, understand and apply best the words of James Barrie, the author of Peter Pan: “Those who bring sunshine to the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.” Often I have witnessed quiet acts of kindness and compassion by noble women who extended themselves in unselfish charity. My heart swells when I hear stories of the sisters of the Church and how they rush to the aid of those in need.

There are those in the Church—both men and women—who wonder how they can contribute to the kingdom. Sometimes women who are single, divorced, or widowed wonder if there is a place for them. Every sister in the Church is of critical importance—not only to our Heavenly Father but also to the building of the kingdom of God as well. There is a great work to do.

One year ago in this meeting, President Monson taught that “you are . . . surrounded by opportunities for service. . . . Often small acts of service are all that is required to lift and bless another.” Look around you. There at sacrament meeting is a young mother with several children—offer to sit with her and help. There in your neighborhood is a young man who seems discouraged—tell him you enjoy being in his presence, that you feel his goodness. True words of encouragement require only a loving and caring heart but may have an eternal impact on the life of those around you.

You wonderful sisters render compassionate service to others for reasons that supersede desires for personal benefits. In this you emulate the Savior, who, though a king, did not seek position, nor was He concerned about whether others noticed Him. He did not bother to compete with others. His thoughts were always tuned to help others. He taught, healed, conversed, and listened to others. He knew that greatness had little to do with outward signs of prosperity or position. He taught and lived by this doctrine: “He that is greatest among you shall be your servant.”

In the end, the number of prayers we say may contribute to our happiness, but the number of prayers we answer may be of even greater importance. Let us open our eyes and see the heavy hearts, notice the loneliness and despair; let us feel the silent prayers of others around us, and let us be an instrument in the hands of the Lord to answer those prayers.

Conclusion
My dear sisters, I have a simple faith. I believe that as you are faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God, as you draw closer to Him in faith, hope, and charity, things will work together for your good. I believe that as you immerse yourselves in the work of our Father—as you create beauty and as you are compassionate to others—God will encircle you in the arms of His love. Discouragement, inadequacy, and weariness will give way to a life of meaning, grace, and fulfillment.

As spirit daughters of our Heavenly Father, happiness is your heritage.

You are choice daughters of our Heavenly Father, and through the things you create and by your compassionate service, you are a great power for good. You will make the world a better place. Lift up your chin; walk tall. God loves you. We love and admire you.

Of this I testify, and leave you my blessing as an Apostle of the Lord, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Random pictures

Here are just a few random pictures


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D in his high chair -- I was trying to get him to sign "more" (he does it by putting his right index finger into the palm of his left hand), and instead he gave me this cute, mischievous grin.

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Random pic of D - between his khaki pants, white onesie, and potbelly, he looks an awfully lot like an old man--except for the baby face.

Proof that there is just a bit of my side in B2: he has started his own booger wall, just like my brother J. Don't worry--we cleaned it off and painted over it.