Planting time

Last weekend John, the kids and I helped Grandpa mow his lawn and plant his gladiolas.   

The kids were surprisingly excited to spend the evening there.   (I thought the notion of working all evening might, for some reason, not sound very fun to them?)    Turns out - Grandpas backyard in the spring is a little patch of heaven!   

While I mowed and John 'tilled - the kids climbed trees.  They each found a branch to call "their own" forevermore.  

I'll admit, I stopped mowing every now and then just so I could take in the blossoms that were pretty much EVERYWHERE!!

From 3:30 in the afternoon until about 8:30 that night the kids took turns helping Dad plant over 1500 gladiola bulbs.    It was a lovely evening.  We ate outside, the kids rode bikes and visited with Grandpa as he sat nearby.  

It's a good place to hangout in the spring time;)

Thanks April

Oh April sure was a beauty.

April definitely made up for March - and I loved it.

Conference, warm days, a week off of school...and the arrival of SPRING!!

For a good couple of weeks we were surrounded by the most beautiful blossoms and scents.   One day, while riding my bike home from work (oh yeah...I got a job at the elementary school every afternoon so I ride my bike to work with Nate and ride home with him.  Thanks again April;) I rode down one street that was full of blossoming bushes, giving off the most delightfully fresh, spring smell. 

April definitely got us all geared up and looking forward to summer.  

I even pulled out our trusty "milk can" for some good ol' summer time cooking.  

Um ummmm!

April also gave us lots of opportunities to visit with some of our cousins.   

Vivian, Maddax and Savanna stopped by a time or two, and we even enjoyed some wings in Lethbridge with them.   When they weren't visiting, my kids had a blast sending crazy dress up photos their way.     They also got together with Jewel's family and enjoyed swimming and visiting the brand new candy store downtown.   During one visit, they all came home with the grossest jelly bean game I've ever seen.    It involved spinning to see which jelly bean you had to eat.   It would then either be a delicious flavor or a horrid one.    Some of the grossest flavors included: vomit, rotten egg, lawn clippings and stinky socks,  and based on the kids reactions - the flavors must have been quite realistic.  The kids sat for hours (with a communal barf bucket on hand) inflicting torture on themselves and each other.   

Perhaps one of the sweetest things that April brought with it was the seasonal opening of our favorite burger joint - Dave's.  It was a long boring winter without our beloved snack shack.   We've already been there a few times and stood in line on opening day just for one of their tasty milkshakes!  (Thanks for this April;)

During our week off of school, John was asked to build a fence for someone in town.   He usually saves his fencing jobs for the summer, but John and I really want this summer to be reserved for our kids and family - so this was the week (for his one job this year!)   It feels good saying that;)

The kids were delighted when John unloaded a pile of scrap wood for them to hammer, cut and build with.   Sam made a handy little sign for the front of our house.   Nate was determined to build a playhouse for 15 people, which thankfully I was able to halt the production of until a "later to be determined date."   

Sam has started baseball and it didn't take John and I long to remember what it is we've signed up for.   Baseball games go LONG folks!  Twice a week now, Sam snarfs down dinner in a hurry and rushes out the door to be at the diamond by 5:30.  His games begin at 6 and don't end until well after 8.  He gets home and frantically chugs down another meal before going to bed.  (This kid is eating a lot lately - just sayin'.)    I shudder to think of how late he'll get home when he has an away game. 

Still though, despite the time commitment, Sam seems to enjoy playing.   He isn't an all star in any way (he was bummed this past week that he didn't even make it to a base once) but he cheers on his teammates and builds them up, which makes him so unbelievably awesome.  (Just sayin';)    

We've got only two more months until Summer, and what a summer it will be.

For now though, I'm content to just enjoy these last few days of this darling little month.   

Thanks April!

Easter Weekend

Easter Weekend was a dream.  

We did nothing of consequence.  Which seemed to fit perfectly well with what we wanted out of the weekend.

On Friday I did permit the kids to paint Easter Eggs.   I swear though, I can only muster up the patience for this craft once a year.   What a mess it can be!   (Especially when your 9 year old decides that nail polish would be a handy artistic medium as well.  Give me strength!!!;)

In an ironic turn of events this Easter weekend - Nate's fish died.   

(You know, that dumb fish that Santa had foolishly bought him?)   Nate seemed to handle it fine when we all discovered "FISHY" (that was his name) but perhaps John and I were a little too jubilant with our celebrations to notice otherwise.   He apparently walked down the street to Jewel's house and could barely hold back the tears as he Brooke the news to them.   

I'm sorry, but the thought of that still makes me laugh.  

I think he was inspired to copy his cousins after the death of their bird months ago, but regardless of his motives, he invited my sisters family to our house the next day for a funeral.   

Again, I couldn't stop laughing at the thought of it. 

But imagine that- his supportive relatives actually showed up the next day at Nate's appointed time!  (I wish I'd taken this all a little more seriously.  I would have changed out of my jammies.  Or at the very least - brushed my teeth;)

Mya had made up some perfect little funeral bulletins in Fishys honor, and his Aunts, Uncle and cousins all lined up to give Nate a handshake and some added support.  

Nate took a minute to say a few silly words.  Ava played "God be with you till we meet again" on the piano.  We sang. We laughed.  I cried. (but only from laughing too hard;)  and that was that.   

In the end, I don't really think his little Fishy Funeral was ever really about his fish.  

It sure made Nate feel good though, and solidified in my heart that he is part of a pretty awesome family!   

Speaking of that family, as if it wasn't awesome enough to get to see them at Fishy's funeral - Abby, Jess and I got to join Brooke, Ava, Mya and Jewel that night as we attended the Women's Broadcast together.   We don't always get together before the general broadcast, but we've decided that when we do - we will try to make it extra special!  This year, Jewel and I drove them around as they delivered white roses and chocolates to various women in our ward.   Some women were single or widowed others were just on our minds, but they each seemed to be truly delighted with these young girls' deliveries.   

A couple of the women even went out of their way to write letters or thank our girls, days after.   One lady's husband had died exactly one year ago and the white roses to her were such a symbolic reminder of new life and Resurrection.   Another women wrote the most lovely and gracious note to the girls telling them that she felt as though she'd had "angels" on her doorstep.   I think the girls (at least mine did) became more aware of how appreciated this small act of kindness was by some.  

After hurriedly making the deliveries we stopped off at DQ for supper before heading over to the stake centre to watch the broadcast together.  The broadcast was an amazing meeting in which we were all encouraged to love those around us more.   

I hope these darling girls remember the good feeling they had that night.  

I certainly always cherish every opportunity (no matter how rare) to be with them!

On the Radio

For the past year (ever since watching her friends perform last year) Jessica has longed to be a part of the Carriage House theatre Children's Academy.    It consists of a Mother/Daughter team who each take a group of registered kids and, over the course of three months from auditions to closing night) teach them all about theatre life!   

It was a tad pricier than most things I usually consider registering my kids in, but Jess wanted it so badly!   She made all sorts of promises to me.  Things like "I'll practise my piano every day."  "I'll do Xtra math whenever you ask me to."  "I'll not ask for a bunny for a pet..."   

Of course, these promises were all completely unkept, but still - 

I'm glad I put her in it!

She rehearsed each Thursday (and occasionally Saturdays) throughout the months of January, February and March.   Her performance nights ran from March 21st-23rd.   (FYI Just so I'll always remember how crazy this week actually was, the 21st also happened to be the day that Max was released from the hospital.  I just feel that I'll want to remember that day as we rushed from hospital to house to theatre and back again over those few days.    

Sigh... clearly I'll do anything for this darling little girl!

I got to help backstage on opening night and I seriously got such a kick out of these young kids.   Jess and her little posse of girlfriends were beyond excited.  They were literally bouncing off the walls!  Minutes before their performance, their director gathered them all together to give them some last minute instructions and answer any questions.   The kids all seemed to have the same question - "What do I do if I feel like I'm going to throw up?"   I laughed as she patiently answered this about 32 + times and reassured the kids that it wouldn't come to that! haha

All there nervous jitters went away though as soon as the curtains opened.   It was a short little play, but one filled with about six costume changes, which really, was pretty intense to witness backstage.   Clothes were flyin everywhere!  Not that the audience would ever know;)

The play was called "On the Radio" and each season depicted a decade and concluded with a musical performance of a hit from that era.   During the 30's the sang "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy" and as the play moved through the 50's they sang "Hound dog."    

Other songs they sang were:

On the Radio

Ain't we got fun

Sargent Peppers lonely hearts club band (My favorite one) 

and the very entertaining...

FOOTLOOSE!!

These kids had worked SO hard and I could not get over how darling Jessica was up on stage!

I'm not just saying that because I'm her Mother, you know.   She really was undeniably and indisputably darling!!!!

Grandpa insisted on attending her performance on her second night, despite the fact that he'd only been home from the hospital for one day.   We arrived super early to try and find him the best seat in the theater.   He arrived right before it started (he was even still wearing his blue hospital slippers because his feet were still swollen) and John whisked him home as soon as the play was over.  

 What a trooper he was to come out and support Jessica like that!

I hope she warmed his heart as much as she did mine;)

The concluding number was the rockin' song Footloose.  The kids all come out looking like they just walked in from the 80's and show off some pretty slick choreography.   It was always a hoot to watch the girls file out though, because without fail, those letters would be a little bit jumbled at first.  haha

Too funny!

Jess stayed late after on closing night for a "It's a wrap" pizza party.   

When I finally did bring her home, it was hard to bring her down from that cloud she was high up on.  Cloud number 9, I think?  ;)   She kept insisting that she wanted to do this EVERY year and that she'd even put her dreams for a bunny on hold, so that she could save up for theatre instead.

Of course, she totally didn't mean that as just today - she was looking online at bunny cages, but I have to say -  I think I am kinda hooked on watching her on stage.     

Till next year!

Month of Max

Well, I think it is fair to say that (for my Father in law) March definitely "came in like a lion."

Though I've alluded to it in previous posts, I've failed to really explain how he has been lately.   

For the past couple of years he has been aware that he would need to have some open heart search to repair one damaged heart valve.  The rest of his heart is in very great shape, but this valve had become quite restricted and, though they monitored it for a year or so, it was decided that it would need to be fixed.     His surgery was supposed to happen back in January but that got rescheduled until now.

March 1st was the day of the procedure and I don't remember a time when I have ever sensed more hesitancy and nervousness form him as I did in those days prior.   Each night when he would come for dinner, his surgery just seemed to be looming and always on his mind.   John and I would try to reassure him that all would be fine, and then, once Max had left, John would try to reassure ME that all would be fine.   The whole family knew that this was going to be a big deal, but nobody really had a clue what to actually expect.   

On Sunday February 28th (I think) we enjoyed one last dinner with Grandpa before giving him a hug and wishing him the very best while he was up in Calgary!   (Aaron was flying in that night and would take Max up to the hospital and be with him that week.)

  

Aaron sent these two pictures to us on Tuesday morning though and it was so reassuring to see a smile on Max's face, just minutes before he was to go in.   (It looks like John's Aunt Jean Blumell was even able to pop by and say hello.)   

Well, the next few days were interesting to say the least.   

Max's surgery began early Tuesday afternoon.  Around dinner time, we got word that Max was out of surgery but still sedated.   Things looked good and the doctor said that the heart work had gone well.    They would be waking him up around midnight.  Phew!!!

However, near midnight, Ben messaged us to say that the nurses would not be waking Max up as hoped.  His bleeding had still not subsided and they would be going in an again.  Details would come...

Around 3:00 am we got another text that he was now out of his second surgery.  They felt confident that they'd found the cause of the bleeding and would be able to wake him in the morning.   By now I was clinging to my phone hoping for the text that would tell us that he was wake and "out of the woods."     John and I both left for work Wednesday morning unsure of what the status was, but full of hope and prayers.   

Around 10:00 I checked my phone and learned that Max had just come out of his THIRD surgery and was doing great!   He was now responding as they'd hoped he would have after the first, so they felt confident that they'd wake him that afternoon.   

Sure enough, around 4:00 on Wednesday March 2nd (24 hours after being sedated) Max was woken up.  HE'D DONE IT!!!!    I was so relieved and so proud of him.  

Of course, for him - though the surgery was over, his recovery was just beginning.   

Aaron stayed in Calgary with him until the end of that week.  

On Saturday, John and I whipped up there to see him (while Abby performed at choralfest) and later that day Sarah arrived in Calgary.   She stayed up there for a few days until Max was transferred to Cardston for the rest of his recovery.   It was so awesome of Aaron and Sarah to take those weeks away from their families to be with their Dad.   We could tell Max appreciated their devoted care and John and I were so relieved and thankful too.   I could sense that John's time to help his Dad would come soon enough and we used these first couple of weeks after his surgery to prepare our schedules so that we (mostly John) would be able to help him when it would be truly useful.

It was certainly nice having him back in Cardston though, even if he was stuck in the hospital for a couple of weeks;)   John would head over to the hospital every day as soon as school ended and each night before bed too.   He'd walk with his Dad, visit with him or occasionally watch a basketball game on the ipad.   Every morning, after getting the kids off to school,  I would take Nate up to see Grandpa.   Nate loved riding in the hospital and "racing" me as I took up the stairs.   I'd always beat him to the 2nd floor and without fail, every time those elevator doors opened - I'd catch Nate in some ridiculous pose.   It became a fun little game to us but how Nate did not catch ebola or something else from that dirty germ infested floor is beyond me!  

Max's recovery in the hospital went well, though it surely seemed slow going for him.   It wasn't without it's down moments.  Soon after the surgery, Max's limbs swelled with fluid, which later resulted in large blisters on his legs.    They needed constant care and monitoring and caused him a fair amount of stress and discomfort.    In addition to that, partway through his stay, he began experiencing extreme chest pain.  Initially the nurses suspected that this was due to a missed pain med or a pulled muscle.  A day later though, Dr. Low wisely sent him into Lethbridge for a CT scan where it was determined that he had a blood clot in his left lung.   You wouldn't think this would be good news - but it was!   Max was assured that an increase in medication he was already taking (and a little bit of time) would be all that it'd take to clear this up.    His heart was fine!    His recovery was fine!   All was well!!   Immediately after hearing this news Max perked up again.  I could just see the relief wash over him and we knew that it wouldn't be long before he'd be able to continue the rest of his recovery at home.  

On a Monday morning, 21 days after he was first admitted to the Foothills hospital - Max was discharged and able to go home.   HOME!!!   

I'd stopped by the hospital that morning and gotten a list of foods that Max wanted to have at home and was able to fill his fridge a bit before he got there.   Dr. Low gave Max permission to rent a motorized lazy boy armchair and so John and I hauled that over after school.   It was so fun to watch Max walk around his house, hear his radio playing again and see him try to take it all in.   

Life outside of the hospital - how sweet!

Since Max got home exactly two weeks ago, we have managed to find a new normal.   

Three mornings a week, John goes over before school and helps his Dad.   Around noon, I drop off a lunch for him before Nate heads off to kindergarten.   John grabs him and brings him over each day for supper and then, most nights, John goes back over to do any dishes of Max's and help with anything before Max goes to bed.   This arrangement has been working well and Max is doing AMAZINGLY!!!   

Happily, March 24th is Max's birthday and we couldn't wait to make a big deal of this.   

While in the hospital, my Uncle George Toone had visit Max and given him a cookbook full of Jewish recipes.    It was a stunning cookbook and Max seemed fascinated with it.   I told him to chose some recipes that seemed most interesting to him and we would make them for his upcoming "Birthday dinner."      Luckily, John's sister Rachel decided to come out and join us on this evening and she brought along the fixins for Greek Gyros.   You can't beat a yummy gyro and it went well with this cinnamony parsley cauliflower salad, Pureed beet and Greek yogurt dish and Latkes.   Delish!!   For the sake of accurate journalism, I'd better point out that my brother in law Brent fried those Latkes like a boss! ;)

It was a fun and happy night and provided us with the perfect opportunity to celebrate this man who is such a pivitol person in all of his kids' (and their families) lives.    He's the only living Grandparent that my kids will ever really know...in this life, and I'm so glad that he went through this past month to ensure have as healthy a heart as possible.

He's pretty much my hero!

Eagles + Fishing = Spring!

A couple of weeks back, while visiting my father in law at the hospital, he asked me if I'd seen any eagles yet.   That's when I realized - March was already half over and I hadn't even gone for a country drive yet!  It had been such a crazy month for us, but with this new invitation from Max, I decided to stop procrastinating.   

The next day, John, the kids and I hopped in the van and embarked on our annual drive along Beazer road.   We'd chosen the ride day and time to go, as we'd barely set out before finding our beautiful bird. In fact, we saw NINE eagles in total and some of them were so close to the side of the road and hardly shy at all.    It was BEAUTIFUL!

Jessica held a notebook in here hand the entire time and kept track of the wildlife that she spotted.   (We're working on her spelling, but you gotta love her sweet effort;)

As we passed by Romeril lake, the family couldn't help but get out and try fishing for a few minutes.   Snow had fallen just the night before, and the wind was blowing fresh cool mountain air right at us, and yet - these boys were determined!   Nate and Sam had just gotten new fishing rods as a gift and they've obviously taken that as a sign that fishing season has begun.   (Of course John wasn't going to stop them;)

So I guess it is apparent - Spring has officially arrived!

Now if someone can just notify those clouds of that.  Tell them to move on out - we're ready for some SUN!!

Randomness...

Every once in a while (always when I get behind on my journal) in an effort to catch up - I simply  post a kazillion random photos with the shortest explanations possible.   So, without further adieu:

1. Sam and Jess love their elementary school dress up days.   They owned "western day."

2.  First trip out to Walleys beach this year was a muddy one for sure.

3.  Nate has started painting and would do so every day if I let him.   He can pump out 6 or 7 works of art in mere minutes!

4. March is festival month.   Every year my elementary aged kids perform both with their classes and with their choirs.  Nate never likes coming with me to watch but he does OK when given the right bribe;)   Next year I'll be going to watch HIM!

5. Nate loves helping in the kitchen.  He makes his own ichiban, popcorn, toast, milkshakes and can grill pancakes like nobodies business. 

6.   Jessica is always coloring or creating something.  The Gladdings gave her an intricate adult coloring book for her birthday and she loves it.  Knowing of her love for art, her Aunt Rachel also gave her some paint and canvasses too.

7.  Every year a friend of mine (who lives out in Leavitt) calls me when her pussy willow tree is blooming and lets me come and steal some branches.   It is so so so so nice of her and I absolutely LOVE my pussy willows.   They remind me of my Grandma Toone.   She had the largest willow tree beside her house and my sisters and I would play there for hours!

Sigh...spring is just around the corner!!

She's a teen!!!

For a couple of years now, I have been speaking of Abby as if she was already a teenager.   

That may be because, for a couple of years now, she's been acting like a teen!

Finally it's true.    My first baby girl is 13.   

A few things stand out to me when I look at this picture:  1. My nose is big  (that grade 1 boy I work with at school is right;).     2.  Abby has had braces for 7 months already, which means there are only 7 more payments to go.  Woot woot!!    3.  Our selfie skills are sorely lacking.   Abby's friend Falen was supposed to snap a birthday picture of me and my girl but she obviously thought that included her in it as she kept sneaking her way into the shot.  haha.  What cute girls!  I definitely feel grateful for the good friends this girl has right now in her life. 

Abby's actual birthday was (at best) a gong show.   Her Grandpa Hardy had just had a major surgery, I'd worked all week long, and she'd had a week full of girls choir rehearsals.   We did our best to piece together a party but it certainly wasn't anything grand.   On the plus side, her 14th birthday is bound to be impressive by comparison;)

The day after Abby's birthday, we loaded the kids up and headed for Calgary.   John and I were looking forward to visiting with Max at the Foothills hospital and Abby was performing with the Girls Choir in Calgary.  

I had forgotten what city life is like.  

First, we dropped the younger kids off at Ben and Kat's house to play with their girls for the day.   Then John, Abby and I drove up to the University area to visit Grandpa.   

We weren't allowed in though as it was hospital "rest time" so we hopped back in the van.

Drove to Knoxx church located in down town Calgary and dropped off Abby with her group.

Then we headed back up to the hospital, saw Max for a mere 25 minutes and then - 

back to Knoxx church!

We watched Abby for a few minutes, took some pictures, and then I drove John all the way down to Ben and Kat's house at the furthest end of Calgary so that he could take care of our kids again.

I turned around and drove right back downtown to be able to get Abby.   I was able to listen to the final adjudication before grabbing Abbs and heading back down to Ben and Kats for dinner before heading back to Cardston. 

It was CRAZY!! 

You can spend all day driving around in that city and never really feel like you accomplished much, but there is certainly a fun energy to city life. 

I appreciated the brief moments where I was able to pause and take in the beautiful Knoxx church.  

 I'd been here once before, exactly a year ago, and it is one of my favorite places to hear a choir sing!

We got home shortly before midnight and the kids were absolutely exhausted, but it was certainly nice to watch Abby and celebrate her accomplishment a little bit.   

When family history intersects

I was recently asked to be a speaking companion (by my cousin Cody Toone) and speak in sacrament meeting in the Leavitt ward.   The topic that I was given was "Redeeming the dead."   At first, for several days I was very overwhelmed with this.  I felt hugely inadequate and unaware of what to say on a subject that I personally have not a lot of experience.    In the end though, I discovered that I really do have a testimony of this important work.   Not only that, I really do feel a deep conviction that our loved ones are very much a part of our lives, even after we've been separated.   

This opportunity to speak reminded me of a cool experience that John and I had with Max several months back.   My father in law had come over for dinner (which he does every night) and on this particular evening he was telling us about a cool feature on Familysearch.org

He told of an ancestor of John's, (his great great Grandmother) named Mariah Loader, who travelled with her family as part of the Martin Handcart company.   I remember John's mom often speaking with so much love and respect for the loader family as well as the three young men (of that group) who famously carried so many across a frozen river.    Mariah's family is featured on the move 17 miracles, though Mariah herself is not really focused on.  

ANYWAYS- on this particular Sunday afternoon with Max, he was telling us about some info he'd found of Maria's and as he was showing it to us - I noticed a name that held particular interest for me.   The name mentioned in a few of Mariah's journal entries was that of John Toone.     John Toone is my third great Grandfather and as I read through the loader families journals, I was able to get a glimpse of who John Toone was.

The Loaders had emigrated from England to join the mormon saints.  Through a series of events, they ended up travelling as a family with the Martin Handcart company.   John Toone, though originally unknown to them, had been called on to join the Martin Handcart company and act as a guide.   He had made the pioneer trek two previous times and according to the journals, he was a skilled outdoorsman and his experience was much needed.    The loaders spoke often in their journals about John Toone and he seemed to have been very respected by them.   At one point, when one of the loaders girls had taken very ill, the journal mentions that they sent for John Toone "as he would know what to do."  

As I read through this with John and Max that night I could hardly contain my excitement!  
I LOVE the idea (well the reality) that my ancestor and John's ancestor knew each other, worked together and endured such adversity together!  

Elder Neil A Maxwell once spoke about the "intersecting of lives" that happens as we go through this mortal journey.  There are moments when paths cross in intricate and divinely assisted ways for reasons that may not always be understood.     I love the way that Johns ancestors story intersects with that of my own and I'm profoundly grateful for the example of all those who journeyed with the Martin Handcart Company.  

Lessons from meeting the Handsome Blue Guy

Okay.  

Clearly it has become important to me to journal/document some of our story before the blog, so please allow me to share just a few more things about my courtship with John that I want my kids to one day know.

1.

  Around thanksgiving 2000 a boy I had been dating (let's say is name was Matt.  Because it was) broke up with me.  Though I knew at the time that this boy was not the one for me, the realization that I was 20 years old, had had two boyfriends already and had somehow not found my true love yet - devastated me.   One day a roommate of mine came up to my room and sat on my bed to chat.   She explained to me that though there were lots of nice guys in Edmonton, she just had a feeling that my husband was not here.   That my husband was at BYU.    She encouraged me to consider applying for school down there.   Looking back, she may have just been trying to get rid of me (I did have the nicest room in the house) but her encouragement left me feeling very stuck.   There was no way I could go to BYU.   I couldn't afford it and I knew I'd never get accepted either.   I drove to the newly built Edmonton temple and sat in the parking lot.   As rain poured down around me (cue the melodramatic "woe me I'm 20 and not married music") I prayed to Heavenly Father to help me recognize who I should date in the future.   I explained that I can't go to BYU, but if the man I am supposed to marry is there, then please send him to me.   That was the prayer I prayed that rainy night.  

Just a month or two later, John moved up to Edmonton, from none other than BYU.   dum dum dum!

I share for two reasons:   a)  I like to think that John was quite literally an answer to my prayer.  b) I hope my daughters will never attend post secondary school with the same mentality that I had.   I hope they will leave home, spread their beautiful wings, worry little, and trust that God will always place the right people in their path!  And for heaven's sakes- if that doesn't happen until you are 38

- all the better!!!  (I like to think my daughters will handle life more maturely than me;)

2.

 John and I don't often talk about this (why would we) but there was a period of time in which we had actually broken up.   We'd been dating for a few months when things just sort of started to feel stale and when I asked John if he was happy to be dating (after a day or two of thinking about it) he responded that perhaps he was not.   Ouch, right?!  

Not really.

This time apart ended up being a really good opportunity for us to really consider what we wanted in a spouse.   Unlike previous breakups, I wasn't devastated, this time.   A part of me suspected that this could be temporary and I saw it as an opportunity to improve myself and to really work on being genuine.   John saw it as an opportunity to ask a couple of other girls out (haha).  Ultimately, two months after we had broken up, John asked if he could meet with me.  He told me that he had attended a hardy reunion of sorts and had run into his cousin Kendall and my sister Jewel.   He said that Kendall had asked him a question about our break up that had really got John thinking and he had come to the conclusion that we needed to give things another shot.   I wasn't shocked or elated either.   It just kinda felt normal and obvious but things were definitely better from that point on.   We both just kinda new that we would eventually marry,  only now we had the added advantage of being a little bit wiser and more genuine with each other.  

What I want my kids to always remember is that there is no perfect way to fall or be in love.
Forget every cheesy movie you'll ever watch.   Love yourself first and treat everyone you ever meet with as much kindness as you possibly can.  If you do that, I promise that your beautiful amazing life, a life full of LOVE, will unfold exactly as it should!

Oh, and one more thing.   Please kids - never ever be fake.

Ever.

If you aren't intentional about living true to who you are, I worry that you might one day find yourself sitting high up in a deer blind pretending that you like to hunt when you don't!   Okay, I'm not really afraid you'll do specifically that, but that is just an example of where you could end up if you pretend to be someone you aren't - just to impress someone.   Trust me, I was that person stuck in a tree.

It took finding your Dad for me to really want to be myself.   And perhaps, that is how you will know when you've found "the one" for you.   When you finally find that person in your life who's worth being real for.  (For me, thats your Dad.)  It's a pretty spectacular and comforting feeling.

The end

How I met THE Handsome Blue Guy

A couple of weeks back, I came across some old memories from my College days.   (We've moved so many times lately, it's a wonder I've held on to this box of memories, but I'm sure glad that I did!)  

In one of my binders, I found THE letter that first introduced me to John.

 A lot of people assume that (because my sister is married to John's cousin) John and I must have been set up.  The truth is - we met quite serendipitously and entirely all on our own!  (Though, I like to think we weren't totally on our own, right God?;)

It was late 2000 and I was living in Edmonton Alberta, finishing up my last year at Grant MacEwan. (I was naively taking Early Childhood because I figured that the only thing I wanted to do in life was get married and have babies.     Though I love that plan, I can see now that I should have gone on to get a teaching degree.   But alas, that's not what this post is about.)   Sooo...

I was finishing up my degree.

Had just broken up with a guy.

I was attending the Millcreek ward.

Had been serving as the YSA president for a year already.

Already felt that I knew everybody that there was to know.

John, on the other hand:

 had attended BYU and somehow managed to graduate without getting married (thanks again Heavenly Father!;) 

had moved to Edmonton to take his MCAT in Canada.   

Begun working at classic landscaping and a daycare.

Attended the Rainbow Valley ward.

Lived in a home with a group of guys that I occasionally pulled pranks on.

Somehow though, in those first few months after John moved up, our paths NEVER CROSSED!

The first time I saw John was when we both separately attended a Halloween party hosted by a common friend.   As I was leaving a room, my friends and I noticed a "new guy" that we had never seen before.   He was wearing all blue (blue hair and face too) and a grass skirt.   (that's how you dress up as "Bluegrass" folks!;)   At the time, I had no idea what he was dressed up as, but I told one of my friends that "that was the most handsome blue guy that I had ever seen!   

Sigh....

Anyhoo, much later (during Christmas break) I received a letter addressed to the "president of YSA."

It was a 3 page, handwritten letter, written by a John Hardy.   In this letter, he addressed several concerns that he had in regards to our bi monthly YSA dances.   Some of his concerns were that: 

a) the music was too loud  b) the lighting was too dim   c) the song choices did not lend itself to interactive dancing   d) it was difficult to meet/court girls at these events.... yadda yadda yadda 

He quoted our prophet, shared excerpts from the strength of youth pamphlet, included a survey taken within his ward, and offered several suggestions of how thing could be improved.   One of his primary suggestions was, get this - offering "social dance" classes before the dance and encouraging more line, jive, 2-step type dancing.  

Not gonna lie, I was a tad offended, and as I took his letter to my next committee meeting and read it out loud I was all like, "Who is this John Hardy?  I'm pretty sure he's come straight from BYU!"  

After we mocked the idea of social dancing a little bit longer, we concluded our meeting by deciding that we were all doing just fine.    Whoever this guy was, he would just have to get used to how our dances were.   Right?

A couple of weeks later, I received a call from none other than John Hardy himself.   He wanted to pick up the letter he'd given me so that he could type it out and give a copy to the stake president who oversaw YSA events.   He also wanted to know what my thoughts were on it all.   I politely gave him my address and we made plans to meet.   Imagine my surprise when he showed up the next day and I realized that JOHN HARDY was THE HANDSOME BLUE GUY!!!!!

I remember standing at the door telling him what FABULOUS ideas he had had and that my committee and I could not wait to implement some of them.  Oh, and of course we'd need his help too!  (but of course;)

Shortly after, the YSA committee (inspired by John) started hosting a more interactive activity night once a month as well as a new and improved dance once a month too.   You'll never guess what we started offering before our dances.    Yup- social dance classes!! 

John's and my first date was to the Sweethearts dance (which he was so helpful with) but I can't say we personally attended too many dances after that.   After a while, it just became obvious that we'd each found what we were looking for.

And the rest, they say - is History!

When absolutely everything makes you happy...

This girl is a delightful piece of work!  (I really can't describe her any other way;)

Prior to her 9th birthday last week, Jess and I would often talk about what she might like as a gift.   She'd think about it and then come back to me, every time, sincerely exclaiming, "I don't know Mom.   I just can't think of anything that I need or want!"    

Um...hello child, are you for real?!!!!

I figured that as her big day drew near, she'd surely think of something to request, but nope - 

she never did, and instead, only ever remarked on how happy she was with what she had!   

I was proud of her.   Impressed with her.   Humbled by her.

...and stumped.  

What do you get the 9 year old that doesn't want for anything?

I tried my best:

Due to a really really busy weekend, we decided to throw her a big birthday breakfast, first thing in the morning, with her local cousins.    Waffles, sausages, eggs, ham...and cousins!

Now, who wouldn't want that?

That evening we let Jessica decorate her own cake and open her presents.   We ended up giving her a giant stuffed dog that she can cuddle with at night (this girl needs bedtime snuggles!), money, and a darling little umbrella.    Despite the fact that none of those gifts were things she'd actually asked for - she did seem very happy to receive them.   Seriously, if every kid could be this easy to please!   (Sam, for example, is the opposite and keeps insisting that for his birthday, I can just chose between a cello or a boa constrictor;)  

Sandwiched between those two celebratory activities was my favorite gift to Jess.    

Her and I went on an afternoon date out to Waterton!!!   (Again, not something my other kids would necessarily enjoy?)   It was a chilly day, but we searched for eagles, took pictures, dined at our favorite restaurant Vimy's for lunch, and sat by the shore and pretended it was a beautiful summer day.   

Oh yeah, and while sitting there- we both witnessed our first skinny dipper ever.

Imagine it.  There we were, sitting on two giant red chairs staring out at the lake, when Jessica, (binoculars in hand) suddenly spotted a naked man emerge from the water just below the prince of whales hotel.  He was absolutely freaking out (uh...yeah buddy, the waters cold;) as he gathered his clothes and ran back to his car.   

Luckily, there was an entire lake between us?   

FYI - It was at this moment that I pleaded with Jessica to never grow up to be a moron.

It was a pretty great day spent celebrating this kid.  

I loved having an afternoon with her to just talk and laugh and visit.  

I'm pretty sure that's all she really wanted, anyways.

She's kinda awesome like that!

Family Day= Ski Day

We're just wrapping up a most relaxing week off of school.   It's weeks like this that make me feel grateful that I am married to a school teacher.  Our holiday week began on Monday, which also happened to be Family Day.  We thought of heading to Castle Mountain for a bit of downhill skiing, but decided instead to X-country ski in Waterton.    There was still lots of snow higher up in the mountains despite the fact that we've been enjoying above zero temperatures all week.   This day was no exception.    The kids started their trek wearing winter gear, but it was a fight to get our kids to keep their coats on.  

The trail was pretty busy but occasionally we would find ourselves alone on the trail, enjoying this perfect day together.   Nate probably enjoyed it most of all.  Due to the fact that he only wore his gum boots, he was forced to ride on the sled the whole way there and back.  

A punishment he didn't seem to mind very much;)

As we reached the Cameron Lake parking lot I was shocked to see that construction has already begun.   It looked SO different!!   Hundreds of trees have been chopped down so far and all around us were stumps and logs, waiting to be hauled away.  (Probably when warmer weather comes.)

I understand why the park is expanding the parking lot, but I have to admit, seeing all those trees really did make me sad.   It was a little to Lorax-y for my liking.  

(Cue Joni Mitchell singing "Paved Paradise"...;)

After safely making it back to the van we met up with Jewel and Kendall and their kids down in the town site.   Nate and Sam were able to test out their Bitty Qs and we finished the day with some swimming and hot tubing at the Lodge.   

Mountains...Wiener Roasts...and a pool party.

It's a pretty sweet way to celebrate Family Day!

Iphone Update (Take two) and Valentines Day highlights

I know, I know.   Again with the iphone photos.   

Man, I wish I'd take the time to write a real journal entry and document all the good things happening in our family life - but 7 pictures from my phone are all I have to show for the past few weeks.   Perhaps, instead of always feeling guilty about not writing, I should take this as a sign that I am off living a great life and am much too busy to blog?    (Or maybe it's just that my priorities are all outta whack.  If I spent the time blogging that I do watching Netflix....)

Anyhoo...  Another iphone update, coming right up:

1.  February began with a birthday party in memory of Grandma Hardy.   Grandpa joined us for dinner, as always, but he surprised us by bringing KFC from Lethbridge.   This made me smile, because nothing says party to some of my kids like KFC does.  haha.   Rachel, Maddax and Savanna joined us for dinner as well - which made it feel extra special!   I'd gone down earlier in the day and purchased a few pink balloons with helium and we gave the kids a few minutes to write a quick memory/loving thought about Grandma.   We tied those notes to the balloons and then sent them up to Heaven.   Well, of course not really up to heaven.   They probably ended up in a tree somewhere along Lee Creek - but still.   It was meant to metaphorically turn the kids thoughts to Grandma, and for a few short minutes, I think it did.   Besides, who doesn't love letting go of a helium balloon and watching it disappear into the pitch black winter sky?    

2.  The second picture was taken one evening as I was cuddling with the girls.   Of course no one in the photo was actually asleep, we were all faking it.   We took about 100 shots of us pretending to sleep.  Then Jessica stood up and performed her "footloose" routine that she's been learning.  Then Abby tried to weasel a few more minutes worth of studio C on her ipod.... but eventually they did fall asleep.   Sigh...our bedtime routine could use some fine tuning;)

3.  Abby is going to Ottawa this spring with the Girls choir that she is a part of.  It's kinda a big deal.   For starters,  Abby has never really travelled away from home before without us, which has got me nervous.   In addition to that, she is about to travel further east then John or I ever have, which has got me kinda jealous;)     Early in February she (along with her choir mates) prepared almost 400 pizzas as a fundraiser.   I'm telling ya, that was a LOT of pizza!

4.  For about a week, Sam was obsessed with a science experiment he was doing at school.   John and I were largely in the dark about it, which was frustrating, especially because he kept adding to the list of items we needed to procure for him.     A bike pump, rubber stopper, hose, , matches, water jug...

Sam kept insisting that he was supposed to bring all of those items to school, and I insisted that if he was supposed to - then surely I'd have heard about it.  Turns out, his teacher had given them a chance to do any experiment they want to and had left it entirely in their hands.   I was actually impressed at how excitedly Sam took that and went with it.  The result - he was able to make fog. Cool beans!   

5.  Nate is a genuine Picasso in the making.   I adore his sly little smile.  That's all there is to say about that.

6.  John and the kids LOVE perusing the YouTube channel "King of Random."   They've made all sorts of things (inspired by him) from homemade stress balls to apple swans.   Recently John and the boys whipped up these darling little "Bitty-Qs" for future hot dog roasts.  They are each made out of an emptied pop can.  (The hardest part of this project was waiting long enough for John to find some discarded energy drink cans at school.  They're the perfect little size)   Once made, you just place hot coals in the bottom, lay a wiener on the grill, and BBQ until your hearts content!   

Yup folks - this is what happens when John gets his craft on!

7.  The last picture to share in this post is of a beautifully sunny February day in which John, the kids and friends enjoyed an impromptu game of Jackpot.   

It's been an unusually warm February, one in which tossing around the ol' football and making tiny BBQs makes perfect sense!

And what would a February post be without mention of Valentines Day!
I truly love watching my kids prep their classmates valentines each year.   Nate and Sam cared little about it, I admit.   Abby took a bag of heart shaped chocolates to pass around.   And Jess - well, she worked her darling little fingers off making homemade Valentines for everyone remotely dear to her.  Her teachers, siblings, favorite elderly couple, Grandpa ... they all got hand made Valentines.  This one that she made for Abby was particularly delightful:

"Dear Abby.  ...You are my only sister and my favorite.  Even though we are having a big fight, you are still fairly nice and fun to be around.   I am sorry that I have been doing and saying things that I shouldn't have. ...Love, your sorry sister Jessica "

Um...could she be any sweeter?!

"I must have flowers, always and always!" - Monet

January via the iphone

Because January flew by, all I have to show for it are a few photos from my phone. 

I'll try my best to recap:

1.  Right around Christmas time I booked my entire family in for their annual dental checkups.  BIG mistake!   Though my kids love going to the dentist, most of them required a follow up visit or two this time around, which has meant that our holidays and the entire month of January consisted of visits to the dentist.   Nate had to get two teeth taken out (due to overcrowding) and was nervous about it in a big way.  I was so proud of the way he went, quivering lip and all, and handled it so bravely.   Last week, we finally spent our last afternoon there for the year (touch wood).   It made me laugh though, when the other night, John and I ran into the receptionist at all smiles.   He jokingly came up to me and commented on how nice it was to actually see me outside of the dental office.    

2.  Nate has been hugely independent lately.  He bathes himself, does his chores on his own, cooks his own ichiban, hot dogs and hot chocolate.... what else does a 6 year old need to know?   Well on one particular evening he was building something that involved cardboard and a whole lot of duck tape.   Suddenly he came running to me, crying that he'd cut his finger really bad!   And he definitely had.   Poor boy took a pretty decent chunk out of his thumb.  He cried from the pain of it most of the night.   It's so hard watching your kids suffer and not being able to take their hurts away.   :(  

3.  Jessica's good friend Courtney Rowe was sick and needed to spend a week in the Lethbridge hospital.  While visiting her, Nate got a kick out of the fact that this was the same hospital that he had been born in.   He made me take a picture of him out front.   It's only after taking this picture that I realized that a) he was wearing shorts in January  b) his shorts were on backwards   c) those gumboots are actually Jessica's  and d) he had no shirt on under his spring Jacket.    Seriously!!  How did we get all the way to Lethbridge without noticing the state this kid was in?

4.  Despite Nate's crazy antics, he sure is a lot of fun.  I love the days when I don't have to work and him and I have our mornings together before he leaves for school.  On days like that, Monopoly, Sorry, War and Go Fish are our activities of choice!

5.   Jessica has been enrolled in the Children's Theatre Academy for the past few weeks.   The play she is a part of is called "On the Radio" and her performances will be later in March.   It has been fun to watch her learn her lines and practice her music and dance moves.    She even experiences her first audition and she recited the poem "Snowball" by Shel Silverstein.   Two other kids also recited the same poem as well.  Clearly us Moms were all on the same page and turned to good ol' google for inspiration.  haha.   She nailed it though and I was soo proud of her!

6.  There are a couple of days in each week that are busy for my kids from 8am-7pm.  School, cubs, activity days, young women's, choir, piano lessons etc - all happen on a Tuesday or Thursday.  For the most part, I love the fact that my kids' commitments fall efficiently on those two days - but it does mean that, while they all rush about after school, Nate is largely left out.    One Tuesday afternoon, after dropping the other three off where they needed to be, Nate talked me into making a key lime pie with him.   I couldn't get over how delighted he was.   For the record, there is no better distraction, when you are feeling sad or lonely, then Key Lime Pie! ;)

That's January for ya!

Happy New Year!

It's always hard to go back two months and try to remember the things I wanted to record.   In an effort to catch up, the next few journal entries will be a reflection of the pictures I found on my camera.    

These New Years Eve shots brought back some fun memories!  

As per our family tradition, we spent New Years with my siblings and their awesome people.  We always feast on finger food and we always prepare way too much.  There was a lot a lot of eating throughout the course of our holiday (like a LOT) and New Years Eve was no exception.   Ham and Cheese sliders, ships and dip,  rollmops....  yummmmm.

(ps:  google "rollmops" - you'll barf.   No one could actually muster up the courage to eat one)

It was a great time playing games, visiting, and catching up.  Unfortunately, I had to help chaperone at a Stake youth dance and so John and I sadly left the Hardy Party just before 9, to head to the church.   We weren't sure how many youth would show up (there was also a youth dance in Lethbridge that night) but we ended up having a great turnout.   Good thing to because we had ordered pizza for 200 and it was being delivered at midnight.  We definitely needed kids there to eat it all!  I did spend a large chunk of the evening wondering how my kids were doing and wishing I was with them to welcome in the New Year together.   Next year!;)

New Years day was just as fun.
We drove out to Waterton with every intention of going cross country skiing.   Everyone was equiped with either skis or snow shoes, and we were going to trek in to Cameron Lake.    We were feeling optimistic that, despite the cool -15 temp in town, it'd be much warmer up at the trailhead?  

Nope.

It was a blustery, frigid day in Waterton, and by the time we got to the starting point - none of us wanted to leave the warmth of our vehicles!   

We drove back down to the town site and found a camp kitchen where we could enjoy some hot chocolate and try to warm up by a small fire.   

I totally give us props for trying though.   

We're awesome like that!

That evening, Heather and Crystal served us all the most delicious Indian food for supper.   Butter Chicken, naan bread...baclava and dates for desert...    I don't know how I managed to feel hungry after all that food the day before, but it was delicious!   Jewel had invited the missionaries over for supper as well and once we had finished supper, we all rolled ourselves downstairs for some fun games of Mafia and Kahoot.   

Yup, that's right.  There's no better way to welcome in a New Year, then with this fun group!