9.22.2011

because sometimes I need to get things done


Earlier this week, I was having one of those absolutely-must-get-100-things-done kind of days. When I am busy I can usually figure out what Eden is doing because I can hear her playing. When things get quiet, of course, I go investigate. One time, I could hear that she had gone upstairs. I went up after her, calling her name, and found her baby-Frankenstien-running out of Grace and Grant's room with a pair of shorts in hand and squeals of delight. She had emptied out two clothing drawers that had been in reach in no less than 20 seconds. Sometimes, I have the audacity to take my shower when she is awake. Our bathroom is open to the master, so when I close her in the room with me and jump in the shower, she has free reign over my drawers, the bathroom cabinets, and the walk in closet. It is no good.

On the day in question this week, I was in the finishing stages of completing a project. I needed just 3 small, uninterrupted minutes to hammer out the roll my brain was on. I could hear the sounds of Eden doing her messy Eden things. I let her, so I could finish. When I was done I grabbed our point and shoot, found her in the bathroom, and let her take me on a tour of what she had been busy doing. I didn't get to take pictures of the hall, nor of the kitchen floor, nor of the couscous that she spilled all over the pantry. She had run upstairs by this point and I decided to stop what I was doing to give her some attention. Where is Grace when I need her? She is the best babysitter/ Eden finder we've got around here.




I know she isn't trying to be mischievous. And she isn't making messes just to make them. She is curious, like all babies are, and she isn't lazy about it. I just don't remember the other two being this destructive... Help me Rhonda!

9.21.2011

9.19.2011

caging my inner tiger mom. a little.




Grace loves her dance class. It has been a relief. I got so worked up over this decision. 

The dance world scares me. I never want to put my girl in a position where she is asked, or worse, taught to do inappropriate things with her body. And I never want her to feel bad about the way she is built either. While these things wouldn't necessarily surface in a class of 5-year-old kids, I felt strongly that choosing a studio was putting us on a path. And if dance is something she is going to want to do for a while, I wanted her started off on the right foot... as it were.

There is an excellent classical ballet studio nearby that I was very excited about. Dancers of all shapes and sizes. Impressive productions. Accomplished instructors. But as I went through the registration process I learned that if she was going to participate in any of the recitals she would need to be in a repitoire class in addition to the technique class. I completely accept that talents require serious time commitments, particularly as the student becomes more advanced. Also, I fully expect there to be extra rehearsals leading up to a recital. But just starting out, I worried that two classes a week would be overkill for all of us.

In full freak out mode, I began researching all the dance studios within the radius I was willing to drive. As I had feared, many of the websites featured pictures of young girls deplorably dressed. And I'm not worried about spaghetti strapped leotards here. I'm talking about mid drifts galore, or having a 9-year-olds dressed in knee high socks, plaid mini skirts and white shirts unbuttoned down a few too many. Many of the sites were also littered with information and requests to help fundraise for competition teams. I just wanted someplace safe where she could 1. go to class once a week 2. learn sound dance principals and 3. have the experience of dancing in a recital without being dressed like a hoochie. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?

I received a recommendation for a new dance studio that is in a great location to us. I looked it up and was impressed. I was told that while the owners are not members of our Church, many of the instructors are, and the music and costumes used in recitals reflect a standard of tastefulness. I called up my friend who was a ballerina for her whole pre-mommy life and we went and checked it out together. The studio is perfect for what we were looking for. Little girls get to be little girls. They follow the classical dress code: black leotards, pink tights, etc. Classes are once a week. Everyone gets to participate in the recital. 

So I signed her up. The hour long ballet classes are only offered for dancers who are 7 and older. I chose a tap, ballet, acrobatics combo class for Gracie. But the Academy of Classical Ballet, the ballet-only studio I mentioned at the start, was still heavy in my brain. Even as I was filling out the paperwork I struggled a little. My internal debate sounded like this:

You want her at the best ballet studio.
Yes, but it feels like it will be too much right now. She just started school, and piano...
She would adjust and get used to things.
Sure, but I want her to have fun and enjoy it too.
What if she wants to stick with this? Wouldn't it be better for her to start out at the best place?
This place is good too. Right?
But what if she is at a disadvantage to her peers because she didn't start at the academy?
I don't know, isn't this stuff a combination of talent and mentality, not just exposure?

Right about here, my ballerina friend, who was happily signing her daughter up for a younger class leaned over and whispered to me, as though she could hear every thought running through my head, "You know, this is the best of everything. If Grace wants to be serious about ballet, you can always transfer studios in a year or two and she would be just fine. But for now, she will be learning and moving and it will be so much fun for her." 

And it has been so much fun for her. She still loves the ballet portion of class, but she is equally excited about tap and over the moon for the tumbling stuff ("Mom, I will finally learn how to do a cartwheel!"). Her class is very small. For the first month it was her and 1 or 2 other girls and two instructors. Now that school is in full swing the class is up to 5 girls with only 1 instructor, but that is still a great ratio. And so, we are happy. We told her when we started with the class that she would need to stick with it through the school year, and that she wouldn't get to do any other extra curriculars. After the Spring recital next year, she can choose if she wants to do dance for another year or try something new. 


I've learned so much from this experience with her. And all these lessons are so obvious. No doubt my eyebrows would be raised in the "no duh!" position were I reading this from someone else. Though these things make eternal sense, I had to fight a few inner demons to put them into practice.

I want her to have the best opportunities and push her because I know she is capable.
But, as my Mama wisely pointed out to me, Grace and I are like-minded. She will always rise to the expectations we give her, for better or worse. And she loves doing everything and puts out quality effort. It is a situation that will serve her well as she gets older, but one of my priorities for her right now is to make sure she keeps an age-appropriate schedule. 

I want her to find the things that she loves and be careful not to push the things that I would love for her. I want her to thrive in the things she is busy with. I want them to build her up mind, body and spirit. She needs to have a clear voice in what these things will be.

Though it always feels like it to me for some reason, the decisions we make right now are not necessarily determining the rest of her life. I drove myself crazy worrying about when to start her in kindergarten, because she was ready to go in early. And then I stressed over which school to put her in, as though the exact place and timing of her first year of school would have some cosmic effect on the person she will become 20 years from now. Similarly, when I went about finding a dance studio for her it was like I was looking for a studio for an 18-year-old prima ballerina Grace to attend. Not 5-year-old Grace who just wants to dance and take a turn on the stage. 

My job right now is to expose her to lots of different experiences so that she can find her talents, all the while keeping a protective eye.

She doesn't need to be in the trenches of a talent at age 5 in order to be good at it when she is older. Without question, the exposure helps. But she will excel at the things she has raw talent for and interest in regardless of the age she begins.

I recently watched an episode of Hulu's "Day in the Life" series about Misty Copeland. She is one of 6 kids raised outside of Manhattan by a single mom. There wasn't much money to go around in her family, but her mom was always working to expose her to the arts. As a pre-teen, Copeland watched the American Ballet Theater's production of Don Quixote. She said to herself, "I can do that. I will do that." And so at 13, she attended her first ballet class. It was in a basketball court and was conducted through the Boy's and Girl's Club. She was dressed in sweats and socks. 4 years later she was dancing with the American Ballet Theater. She is now one of the only african american soloists in ABT history. She said, "I like to say that ballet found me." Isn't this what we all want for our kids? For them to be in a place where their talents are revealed, be it math, or dance, or chess, or bagpipes, or art, or kindness?

When I really boil down this experience, it is clear to me that it was always about more than just dance. I see all the raw pieces of goodness that make up my children. I see the blank canvases of their lives. The potential of it all! I realize my job in guiding the brushstrokes that will paint the pictures of who they will become. The temptation is great to take control and force the developing images. There are things that we as parents are responsible for influencing and enforcing - spiritual development, academic performance, social awareness... And individual family environments splash the background. But the rest of the portrait is better left for each to discover and create. 

9.18.2011

blessings

Grant took this super fuzzy picture of me and Eden while we were at Gracie's dance class this week. I didn't even know he had my phone. I am so grateful to have been sent such happy little people in my life. Other blessings I'm counting tonight:

  • A busy Church-filled weekend- We went to the Temple Friday night and then have had Stake Conference the rest of the weekend. We have made it a set-in-stone rule to do what ever it takes to get to the Saturday night adult session sans children. To quote our Mission President who spoke that night, "It is the best kept secret in the Church." Elders Malm and Villareal from the Quorum of the 70 were with as our Stake Presidency was reorganized. They are gifted teachers and we have felt so uplifted from everything we experienced this weekend. I made note of things I need to improve, but felt a lot of validation and encouragement regarding the things we are trying so very hard to do right. 
  • Personal goals that I am committed too- I wasn't in the best place emotionally or mentally to make goals last new year, as has been our custom. Cori is super good at this. He writes them down. Makes spreadsheets to track progress. He has a great attitude about trying again and again rather than giving up. One goal we made together this year was to attend the temple every month. So far, we have attended every month but one. It has been a HUGE blessing to us as a couple and to me personally. Achievement of my fitness goals, on the other hand, has been coming in fits and starts. It is so hard for me to find that magical time when exercising (and showering afterwords) fits into the schedule during a time when I actually have energy to do it. But I am determined. I bought a groupon for a month long bootcamp which starts at precisely 5:30 AM a week from tomorrow. And I'm 99% sure that Sara and I are running a half marathon for her 30th birthday. Actually signing up and paying for these things is providing much needed motivation.
  • Our Fall getaway on the books- Like last year, we have selected a weekend to drive up to the high dessert and get out of the heat for a few days. This year we are going up to the Strawberry/Pine area. I'm packing the kids' National Park Passports... The trip can't come a moment too soon. Temperatures are predicted to crest 105* again next week. 
  • Being a citizen of our great country- I didn't post anything about 9/11 on its 10 year anniversary. But I have been reading and thinking about it so much. I was in the MTC on that day 10 years ago and was so very sheltered from the horrific scenes that flooded the media. To this day, I haven't watched much of it. But my first area was Pentagon City. The first thing I did on the first night in the mission field was attend the funeral of a member who perished in the Pentagon. We spent our days talking with fellow Americans about what all these events meant personally, as nation and religiously. I sat with a grown woman who fell apart because she couldn't get herself to board a plane to fly home to be with her family for the holidays. I met so many wonderful, respectful, and kind muslim families who displayed American flags in their homes and were so grateful to be here. I sat with my companion on a lawn that faced the devastated wing of the Pentagon and listened to the address President Bush gave on that following 4th of July. In my heart, 9/11 is a deep feeling attached to so many faces I can still remember. I think the monument that has been built at ground zero is a powerful and fitting tribute to the valiant people whose lives were claimed that day as well as to the American spirit.

9.15.2011

happy thoughts and silver linings

This is Sandy and Ray (Cori's mom and step-dad) during our great Northern Michigan fall tour a few years ago. Recently, Ray has undergone a battery of procedures and tests. At first look, the pulmonary surgeon prepared us for the worst. Inoperable stage four lung cancer. But the biopsy offered much more hope. His diagnosis is papillary thyroid cancer. Still advanced and so serious. But the survival rate and treatment courses are favorable. Dear Papa Ray is pleaded for in every prayer as is his no.1 caretaker, Grandma Sandy. There is still an intimidating road ahead. But we are so grateful that it is the better of the two cancer possibilities. We continue to channel our happy, positive thoughts and all our prayers to Utah!
I knew it was a risk putting glass lamps in our front room. Add to this that they live on tables that are not the sturdiest of stature. One table was no match for Grant deep in a game of Wii basketball. I was in another room when I heard the crash. I found him huddled amongst the table cloth, broken table leg, and fallen table. He survived unscathed. Miraculously, so did my glass lamp! And, cheap tables are really easy to fix. 
Our bush of basil is still growing strong. I've been making pesto multiple times a week. Grant will eat just about anything as long as it has pesto on it. We put it on sandwiches, in smashed cauliflower, mixed with chopped tomatoes, all over any kind of pasta... or, in my case, directly into my mouth from the bowl. 

The pilot light on our water heater went out a week or so ago and we were unable to get it lit again. We didn't even really notice for the first several days. This is perhaps the only advantage to the extreme summer temperatures here that we have been able to note. Our tank is in the garage which maintains a balmy 110 degrees or more. So we always had warm water, just not hot. Naturally this would happen just days after we closed out all of the 12 month warranty stuff. But, happy day! The water heater is still under builder warranty and a plumber was lined up to get things going again. Other good news: the faulty part was a gas valve, not the Honeywell electric regulator. 



My London buddy, Natalie, celebrates a Woman's Day every year. As part of her celebration, she sends an uplifting note with a little something attached. I have been the fortunate recipient of her thoughtfulness these last two summers. Last year's gift was the iconic World War motto in the form of a little magnetic button. I keep it on my bedside lamp and it gives me a bit of zen every morning and night. This year, she sent the cute stationary tablet pictured above. But what meant more to me was her simple message about finding happiness in the little things in my life, here and now. It was something I needed in the very moment it arrived. Cheers, Natalie! You are fabulous.




And then just days later, I was doing some personal research whilst preparing for the Stake Auxiliary Training meeting we have coming up.  I was reading through my high school journal and I came across an entry written to me by my long time friend, Heidi. It brought back great feelings and happy memories. I am blessed with such lovely friends in my life.

9.14.2011

trouble


9.09.2011

maybe a little like fall

On Labor Day, we made a trek out to a ranch that is an hour and a half and a 4 mile dirt road away from our house.

There is an organic orchard there and my whole sweet family endulged me in some apple picking.

Cori did a lot of driving. It was pretty hot and dusty. The fallen apples were swarming with honey bees.

The kids were ready to call it a day about 50 apples in. But we kept at it and filled our wheel barrow.

And we had some fun. The pigs and mini donkeys helped. And we came home with 80 lbs. of apples.









Yesterday, a couple of friends came over with even more apples and we let our children run wild for hours while we bottled applesauce. We finally took a break to feed them real food, help them with their homework and put them in bed. Cori and I finished up the lot and a couple of hours (and a complete kitchen wipe down later) we had an army of applesauce resting for the night. 46 quarts to be exact.



9.06.2011

not amused


Look who came to dinner last night.

It was happily living in the hot, dry garage beneath a cooler.
We made it 13 months in our AZ home before seeing even a trace of these things.

And we have been looking.
Some time ago, Cori procured a black light flashlight and he has made regular sweeps of the house and property.

The funny thing is that just Sunday night, he made a sweep and, as usual, found nothing.
Determined to find a scorpion somewhere, we set out into the neighborhood. We finally found a concrete wall that faces an unlandscaped plot and that is guarded from street and house lights. Sure enough, there was a floss fluorescent critter RIGHT THERE . And then Grace spotted a dead snake in a very nearby bush and I was officially done with scorpion hunting for the rest of my life.

I guess we are lucky that this has been our only encounter so far. None of our neighbors have pest control problems. But we do live on the edge of a community that is cornered by a nature preserve and a 40 acre city park.

Just one more reason the cooler weather can't get here fast enough. If Phoenix wants to keep our family around, it is going to have to keep its wildlife out of our garage.

9.04.2011

blessings

Gracie took this picture of us a couple weeks ago. I rather like it. This guy is so good to me. This week, I am grateful for:
  • my forever marriage Cori and I were getting ready for our date night on Friday, and Gracie said something about us "hopefully" being best friends forever. We asked her what she meant by that and she said, "you know, because maybe you will split up." Though it was heartbreaking that she would even think such a thing, it was a great opportunity to look into her eyes and assure her that this would never happen. We made a promise to each other. And we made a promise to the Lord. And then when we had her, we made that promise to her too. We made a promise that we would love and take care of each other, no matter what. We won't always agree. We may be sad sometimes. But we will be together forever. It felt so right and good to say it. And Gracie's big eyes got even bigger for a moment until her whole body was smiling. I am so grateful for the security of my relationship with Cori, and that our children can feel secure about it too. I know our success depends on both of us. My heart breaks for dear friends who have been so adversely affected by the choices of their spouses/ex-spouses.
  • my time with the young women in our ward I just got called into the Stake Young Women's Presidency. Though I'll still be working in the same organization, I won't have nearly as much personal interaction with the girls- a thing which had me in tears the whole Sunday I was released. Fortunately for me, I've been helping execute the last few activities I was a part of planning. But this week will mark the official end. My time with them was so short, but I've really fallen in love with these ladies.
  • our life in Phoenix This is the worst time of year here. The body feels like the weather should be turning to Fall. Sweaters. Nip in the air. Apples. Coco. But Fall just doesn't exist here. The summer intensified throughout the month of August and it is still. so. hot. Cori spent a bit of time in Utah with his family last weekend, and upon returning confirmed to me what we've talked about so often since moving here- Phoenix will not be our final destination. We miss the mountains and the seasons too much. But we are quick to count our blessings here. Cori enjoys his work. There are great opportunities nearby for our children. Our neighborhood and our Church family are the stuff of dreams. Truly. We are very happy here, and hope to call it home for a while.
  • Grant's frequent good moods lately In a manner very uncharacteristic of him, he can be found giving loves and kisses at random throughout the day. He is also a happier camper in the mornings lately, getting dressed by himself (in the clothes laid out the night before) before leaving his room. I wish I knew what flipped his switch!
  • a good start to the season Cougar victories = happier weekends around the L* household.

9.02.2011

hurray!

Our baby girl had a birthday this week.
We celebrated with a small family dinner and a cake.
By the time she got out of her high chair she was glistening with home made pesto and covered in chocolate crumbs and frosting.
If we do nothing else for Eden for the rest of her life, at least we did right by her on the night she turned one.
She is enjoying all her presents, thanks to all, near and far!

Her statistics at her 1 year checkup:
weight - 21 lbs. 10 oz. - 60%
height - 30 inches - 80%
head - 18 1/4 inches - 83%

She is loosing her chunk right before our very eyes. There was plenty to spare, so we have a while yet to enjoy her baby fatness. How we all love to squish on her!

For old time's sake:

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