Sunday, May 31, 2015

I know what that is!!!


A few years back John and I had driven down to Pleasant Grove to visit his brother and his family.   It was a trip that almost didn't happen, as just a day or two before we were to leave, our van broke down and needed a repair that was going to cost well over two thousand.    I remember at the time being absolutely devastated by this unexpected cost and I wondered if we should just call off the whole trip.  Looking back though, I'm so glad that we didn't!  Not only were we able to experience all the amazing things that Utah has to offer (um, hello Sweet Tooth Fairy;) I also remember this trip as the time in which John and I learned one of the most important lessons we've ever learned, to date!   It was on our first night there, as we sat in Jordan and Luci's kitchen after the kids had gone to bed, that we got into a conversation about pornography.   It's a conversation that we really haven't ceased having, ever since!

  John's brother Jordan had recently taken a passionate interest in warning others (particularly parents, children and youth) about the tactics used by the porn industry to draw in young viewers and the addictive drug like characteristics of pornography.  On this particular night, he was sharing with us many components of his presentation - which was basically chalk full of everything I didn't know about pornography!!!    I still remember sitting there feeling kinda sick with the realization that despite John's and my efforts to be "good parents" we were really quite naive and we had missed the mark - by a long shot!    By the time we went to bed that night,  we both knew that lots of things had to change!   

I'm not certain that we've done all that we could do since then to prepare our kids for this reality - but we certainly have tried.   We've welcomed opportunities to hear Jordan speak on the subject, we've increased the level of filtering in our home, we've changed the computer habits in our family, banned the internet from bedrooms, but mostly we've just tried to be comfortable talking about it with the kids.   A couple of times a month we devote a portion of family home evening to reinforce some of our feelings and concerns about pornography.  We share experiences we've had where we maybe came across it and how we handled it.  We found a CAN DO plan that we refer to often with them that consists of 5 things that our "CAN DO" when they come across pornography:

1.  Close your eyes (stop looking at it)
2. Alert a trusted adult
3. Name it for what it is.  (ie: That is pornography!)
4. Distract yourself and picture something positive 
5.  Order your thinking brain to be the boss

To be honest, I've worried that our conversations have been in vain and I've wondered if they would really even recognize pornography when confronted with it?  And would they even tell us if they had?

The other day I was thrilled when I went to pick up the kids from school and the moment Sam got in the van (before he told me anything else about his day) he said, "Mom!  Today I saw pornography!"    
Ok... that part didn't thrill me, in fact my heart sank a little and I tried to sound casual as I asked him to describe to me what happened.   He said he'd had an assignment in which he needed to use the internet to research 5 facts about Kevin Durant.  He described how, as he was googling for facts, an image appeared on the sidebar that instantly made him feel uncomfortable.   He said it was a picture of a woman in a very "bad bikini" with the words "how to be sexy for your man" written below it.   (Now, to be entirely fair, I am sure that the school has some sort of filter set up for their school computers and I really don't know how bad that picture actually was. Was it hard core porn?  Probably not.  For all I know, it could have been a Gap add - but to Sam, it was not ok and that is all that really matters.)

He continued to tell me how he felt when it popped up, and how he immediately wanted to close the lid of the laptop.  Then he picked up the computer, carried it up to his teachers desk and said "Mrs______ there is some pornography on my computer and I need you to get rid of it for me."   

 Again, I'm not sure what it was his teacher saw, whether most of us would have found it to be rather benign or not, but I'm glad she responded in the validating way that she did.   She opened the computer, checked for herself and said, "You are right Sam.  This is not something you need to look at.  Let me clean it up and I'll bring your computer back to you when the picture is gone."

WOOT WOOT!!!

I know many will think this is not a big deal, these things are all around us and yes, darn near impossible to keep from my kids.  To me though, it wasn't really about what he saw at all!

   I was bursting at the seams proud of him for deciding for himself that what he saw was not okay to him!  I was proud of him for realizing that he had the ability to control how he responded to what he saw.   I was proud of him for having the courage to take it to his teacher even though he was afraid she'd get mad at him.   Mostly though, I was so grateful that the first thing he wanted to do when he saw me was share this experience with me.  To him, this was a victory, and that (if you ask me) was reason enough to celebrate!!!   

So...I took him to Dave's-Drive-In and bought him the biggest milkshake he could get;)

                       

I know as parents, our job is to teach our kids how to think, not necessarily what to think, but that is a constant challenge for me to figure out sometimes where one begins and the other ends.   I feel very anxious when I think of all that is thrown at my kids; things that I have absolutely no control of and I desperately want to stop it before it ever even reaches them.   I suppose the only comfort that I will feel will come with knowing that my kids will act according to what they feel is right.      

The best part of the whole day came when he said to me, "Mom, I just knew what it was."

Absolutely music to my ears!!


Celebrating 35


This past week I turned 35 which I am THRILLED about!   

I'm not like many who dread to admit their ages, rather I embrace each additional year with all my heart!   I'll even go one step more and say I can't WAIT to reach 50!!!  haha.    

It was a fun day on Friday and I felt so grateful for all of the loving people in my life.   
Abigail made me laugh so much when shortly after 9:00 that morning she called me from school.  When I picked up, she said, "Mom.  We have a message from you from all of Mr.Hardy's homeroom class:"    The entire class proceeded to sing/yell/scream Happy birthday to me over the phone.   (Abby swears that Uncle Kendall was in the classroom and gave her permission to do that, but I don't see how any teacher would authorize such craziness!;)     When they had finished singing, Abby then sang one more song with a few of her friends, which was a little less joyful.    It went a little bit like this:

Happy Birthday to you
It's your Birthday.
Pain and Misery to spare- 
people dying everywhere, 
but it's your birthday.
So, Happy Birthday.

It was pretty much the most morbid Birthday song I've ever heard, but it had me looking forward to my 50th more than ever!!! ;)    It was hilarious!

That evening we all went over to Jim and Jeanne Gladdings house for a Birthday picnic.  The kids had been planning this with them all week long, and though it was not a surprise like last years Birthday dinner, it was still just as fun!   Jeanne told me that they were the ones who chose the menu (fried chicken, potato salad, egg salad sandwiches and veggies), they baked the cake, prepped all of the food and dear Nate set the table.    


The kids had all gone over to the Gladdings the day before to help with some of the food prep and to bake the cake.   Naturally it included a lot of sugary stars.  How can you tell this was designed by a bunch of kids? ;)


It was fun to visit with them, as we have truly missed them since leaving the ward, and it was especially fun to watch my kids work to put on a dinner.   I was proud of them and so thankful to the Gladdings!!!



My brother Chad and sister Crystal (and their families) were also in town at this same time.  We didn't visit much on Friday due to the above plans, but we were able to make up for that on Saturday.   One of the gifts John had gotten me was a fishing rod of my own!!  (He's grown tired of me tangling up his line perhaps?;)  At any rate- I was thrilled and took it as a sign that he was willing to go fishing with me!   We could hardly wait, and so on Saturday we talked the family into going fishing out at Romeril.    It was a gorgeous afternoon!!!


Picture 16 kids (8 months-15 yrs), 3 dogs, 12 fishing rods, and 8 adults - all searching for a spot to enjoy and relax in our own chosen way.  I was impressed at how many of the younger kids wanted to fish!

Nate was so determined to catch a fish this time, it was breaking my heart!  
He's developed a pretty good cast though and we're certain that he'll catch one soon - but still, so sad to see his quivering lip at the end of the day and here him exclaim that he's "just not a fisherman."   
What a little man!


Sam, on the other hand, was celebrating big time, when just as we were getting ready to call it quits, managed to real in a catch.  His first PIKE!   It was made all the better by the fact that 15 of his cousins were cheering him on and rejoicing with him.   (Later that night I heard him talking/singing to himself in his room that "this was the best day ever - yes it was!!!)  
(That is seriously a gross looking fish.   Doesn't even look tasty if you ask me;)

It was a really fun weekend with them, full of visiting and celebrating of birthdays.   It was a wonderful reminder to me that these people that make up our families are the ones we'll know and care about through all of the eternities.   My younger sister often reminds me that it's often these eternal relationships that require the most effort and that shape and mould us the most.   I know I sometimes get so preoccupied thinking about schedules and logistics that I forget to just be in the moment and enjoy the ones I am with.   


 What matters most is what lasts the longest - and our families are forever!  
                                                                                      -Elder Ballard

When life gets busy...it helps to eat out;)

There are a few months of the year that try my patience (as in- it wears so thin it's practically transulenscent;) and I've grown convinced that May, September and December were all created to teach me a lesson!   What that lesson is, I'm still deciding, but I think it has something to do with balance.  Or maybe the lesson is about staying calm when there is no balance to be found, I'm not sure, but one of these days I'm going to get it down pat!:)

Though deep down I do love May, (the sun starts shining, the flower beds start showing signs of growth, and evenings get longer) - our schedules always fill up mega fast with all sorts of events that I have no control of.   It all tends to breed a little bit of resentment in this controlling little heart of mine.  (Oh May, how I wish I could just sit back and enjoy you a little bit more!) 

 Thankfully, my kids have embraced the spring busy-ness with full enthusiasm.   They've gracefully juggled cubs, activity days, young women's, soccer, baseball, spring league, recitals, concerts and more without even batting an eye.   (I could probably learn a thing or two from each of them!)

On one particularly busy day this past week I was rushing around, kinda fretting about what we should do for dinner when Abby nonchalantly said, "Easy.  Why don't we just eat out?"  She said it as though this is a common occurrance for our family, when I can literally count on one hand the number of times my kids have eaten dinner in a restaurant.  I think she was hoping that I was actually desperate enough to consider her suggestion and in a way - I guess I was:

I've learned that when things get so crazy and so busy with exterior demands that it starts making me cranky, the best thing to do is take a step back (and a deep breathe or two while I'm at it;) leave the cleaning and schedules behind and go where peace and calm is always waiting to be found.  

This time that place happened to be St. Mary's!

Thanks to the amazing invention called a Wonder Box, I was able to grab our half cooked lasagna, a few things from the fridge and some granola bars for dessert and oila... we were dining Al Fresco in no time!!!

Nate wouldn't join us at the picnic table, but rather found his own little table for one.  (Not that he really needed it.  He ate a carrot, drank some water and then explored this play place that was his dining room for the evening;)



After we all ate and visited, we took a little stroll that I knew would lead us to our favourite place to find fossils.   John found a large fossil that he suspects is a leg bone or a rib but it hardly seemed exciting compared to the teeth he usually discovers.  


The marmots were sticking their heads out of the ground, watching us, and it was fun to see so many little marmot babies too!  Before heading home we made sure to stop off at the playground so that the younger kids could burn off the last of their energy before bed.  

It was a perfect evening and the best way to get away from our schedules and just be together.
It reminded me of how much I really do LOVE May!!!


           I absolutely love that this is what 
      "Eating Out" looks like to my family!   

Saturday, May 9, 2015

Rental Renovations


Well, the search for our new home continues!  You might have missed the memo, but we've been renting a home for the past two and a half months now while we search for our next house to buy.   I admit some people may question the intensity of our search as, like I said, it's been two months now,. (surely a couple could find a home in two months, no?)   The thing is, we are searching.  We are looking at homes whenever one pops up on the market, people approach us often and suggest we consider theirs (which we are always willing to do), and we have poured ourselves over blueprints during one atypical moment when we briefly considered building.  

I have walked through more homes in this town then I ever thought was possible, but still, nothing has really held our attention for long.   Perhaps we are just being too picky, but we do feel confident this next home will be the last one we buy (moving is starting to get old;) and we both know what we want in a home.  For the time being - we are content to wait and hope for the right thing to come along.   So, we wait.  

Meanwhile, we are doing our best to make this rental feel like home.   

This is a 100 year old home that we are renting (as in it was literally built in 1915) and it originally existed as the maternity ward for the hospital.   It's definitely got a lot of charm to it (old doors, original hardwood etc) but it's age definitely shows.   The owners put a lot into renovations and updates, but one room of the house that had yet to receive any real attention was the front entryway:
This is what the front entryway looked like when we moved in.   The first door had to remain unlocked at all times because the doorbell was actually located inside the entryway just off of the 2nd door.    It really wasn't a huge problem.  This wall of nails, however, did cause us a little bit of concern.    (We felt pretty certain that if we didn't do something about it then eventually some unlucky visiting family member of ours was going to need a Tetanus shot!;)  haha


One afternoon I came home to discover that John had made up his mind.   He was going to kill two birds with one (very big) stone and renovate the whole thing!  I tried to tell him not too, because...well...for heaven sakes it isn't even our home!   Not only that, but I also didn't want him to go and make improvements on a home that is currently for SALE!!   I mean, what if he makes it look so good that it sells?  I'll tell you what would happen - we'd have to move!  (In case I haven't mentioned it, we've not yet found a house to move to?)    John kindly listened to what I had to say,  patted my head and said "there there" and then went and got his tools.

Here he was trying to explain to me all the reasons why this was a good idea.   Something about stripping it to the studs, re-wiring the thingamajic through the ceiling, adding watchamacallit to the walls and then "yadda yadda yadda yadda."    I think it was around this point that we both recognized the futility in trying to change each others minds.   (Besides, he was already deep enough into the project that it is too late to turn back anyways;)


Here is what the room looked like a couple of hours later.   
Can you believe it?  All of this for a little doorbell? ;)




The next day John had successfully repositioned the doorbell to where it now is, outside of the front door, and he added insulation everywhere that he could.    (I have to admit, I didn't expect that step to make as big of a difference as it did!)   


On the third day he drywalled everything.   

On the fourth day he sanded and painted.   

On the fifth day he installed baseboards and trim to finish it all off. 

And...

On the 6th day - he rested!!  

TA-DA!!


I love how much better it looks now and I hope the owners like it too.   
 I love love LOVE how John works so hard to improve the places that we live.   I am so thankful for the way he makes our house a HOME.  (I love how I am willing to say that after the work is done;)

Since this time, we have planted our garden, painted some of the rooms that had been damaged before we came, and have done some mild landscaping outside.    John has promised me that we are done with the renos, but quite frankly, I just don't know if I believe him.  

Something tells me, the only thing that will get him to stop fixing up this house, is to find one of our very own!  

 Stay tuned......