Sunday, June 19, 2016

Anna turns 8

What a special big birthday! We've been talking about turning 8 and being baptized for a long time with Anna, and I'm confident that she was as well-prepared as she could be. I'll share more about her baptism in another post, but here I'll just talk about her birthday and Anna at age 8.

I told Anna that since we'd be having lots of other celebrations, I wanted to keep her birthday party small and simple. She invited her three best friends from her class at school and they ate pizza, played outside, danced, and made candles and lip gloss together. We have loved these girls. They are kind and creative and encouraging and have been the very best thing for Anna.

Anna requested brownie topped chocolate cupcakes for her birthday and I was more more than happy to oblige. They really are so good.

The weekend before Anna's birthday, Van and Ruth came down to celebrate Anna. Somehow I can't find any pictures from the weekend, but it was great. They gave Anna a scrapbook kit and the Lea American girl doll that Anna had been wanting since it had caramel colored blonde/brown hair just like hers. On Saturday morning Anna attended her friend Katie's first communion so Levi got some special Grandparent time. After lunch at Panera, Anna played dolls and worked on some scrapbook pages with her Grandma while Levi and Grandpa played games and read books. For dinner we went to Macaroni Grill (I forgot how great a place that is for kids!) and talked and ate and colored. The waiter thoroughly embarrassed Anna by singing an Italian Happy Birthday in an operatic voice. She wouldn't even look at him! Sunday and time to say goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa came too soon.

On Anna's actual birthday, she opened presents before school, brought donuts to class, and ate lunch with her teacher (and hero), Mrs. Landry. 

Here's a bit about Anna at age 8:

Anna just keeps growing growing growing in so many ways! I am amazed at all she learns and does and creates. This year she handled moving, making new friends, adding new sports, and carrying more responsibility at home with grace and (usually) good humor. She helps out daily with Emily, singing, reading, or playing with her as well as actual care like feeding, dressing, diapering, and getting Emily up from naps.

I can usually trust Anna to completely get herself ready for school and bed (please refer to the post about Levi to know just how invaluable this skill is to my sanity). She took care to make sure her homework was done each week to the very best of her ability, even up to the last week of school when I was encouraging her to write "blah, blah, blah" on her paper and hand it in. "What can they do? Fail you?" only received an icy glare.

Anna loves to be goofy. She loves to use silly voices, make up crazy what-if's, and is dipping her toes in the waters of sarcasm (this we're trying to nip in the bud). She often gets the giggles with her friends or at something funny her Dad does. She is a world-class eye-roller. We joke that Anna came into the world bum first and has been shaking her booty in our faces ever since.

Anna thrives at school, loving the praise she gets for her good work, her good example in the classroom, and her creativity. Anna did a poetry unit at school this year and I was so impressed with some of the things she wrote. Each poem would have about one line in it that really captured an image or gave the topic some depth. She loves writing and hopes to be an author someday.

This year Anna did gymnastics in Grapevine, cheer leading tumbling here in The Woodlands, and swim team. She also had piano lessons throughout the year. She's been doing gymnastics for a while and mastered a back bend and a one-handed cartwheel this year. Swimming was new and hard. It was late in the day when she was already tired and required new muscles and skills. One night, Anna broke down crying in the car. We talked about how brave she was for trying something again and again even though it was hard and though she was embarrassed at being behind her peers in skill. Ever since that night, Anna ran confidently into swimming knowing she was a brave girl and that practice was the only thing that could make her a better swimmer. I love watching Anna and seeing how strong she is. I envy her good posture ;) She is proud of what her body can do and I am, too.

Anna also did piano this year and has started to really love it. Her teacher was just starting out her business this year so we didn't have a recital, but we look forward to that next year. Anna does not enjoy performing, no matter how good she is, so it will be a good stretch for her.

Anna has always had some pretty big emotions and this year she learned how to respond to them much better. We talked about the connection between her gut and her brain and how being hungry can make you cranky or being angry can make your stomach hurt. A couple weeks before her baptism, we had a wonderful talk about how God is pleased with us when we desire to believe and judges us by the desires of our hearts, even if our actions aren't always what we hope them to be. She told me she had prayed about the Book of Mormon, felt peaceful, and believes it's true. 

A couple weeks after her baptism, we were reading the scriptures like we usually do at night. Afterwards, I found Anna crying in her room and she was so worried about how mean she had been to Levi that day. I told her, "This is wonderful! You are feeling the Holy Ghost. He is whispering to you that maybe you didn't make the best choices today and nudging you to do something about it." She asked, "How come I didn't feel bad right after I was mean to Levi and only do now?" So we talked about how the scriptures open our hearts to feel the Spirit and hear what God has to say to us. We talked about the steps of repentance and after she apologized to Levi, we prayed together. It was a sweet and special moment with my tender girl. 

I love her so much and can't wait to see what the next year brings for our Anna Sophia!

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Levi turns 6

Levi got it into his head at some point that he was going to have all the food at his birthday party remind people of nature because his birthday is in the spring time. By the time I made him nail down a menu, his entire plan consisted of sausage links (for logs), pretzel rods (also for logs), pretzel sticks (for sticks), and broccoli (for trees). He also wanted a chocolate cake (for dirt) with lots of different colored flowers on it. I ran with the rule that my kids seem to love their birthday parties no matter what happens, and made some pancakes, sausage, and fruit for a birthday breakfast party. 

Afterward, we painted flower pots, did an obstacle course in the back yard, planted seeds in the flower pots, and played with light sabers until the boys got so aggressive there was shouting and crying and we took them all away except for the two Emily refused to give up. We explained her exception to the boys by saying, "She's a baby."  Those with younger siblings understood, and those without fumed until distraction finally won out.

Levi had a wonderful time and felt very loved by all his friends.

While the boys fought each other, Anna and the girls made a little picnic spot with a blanket and shade and pretended to be sisters. 

Here's a little bit about Levi at age 6:

He still loves Emily like crazy and she thinks he's about the funniest person alive. He loves to make her laugh by throwing himself onto the bed or couch. They love to wrestle together. They share a room and Emily doesn't like to go to sleep until Levi's in there with her. They both love to dance to loud music, chase each other, and fight with light sabers. 

Levi lives in a wonderfully imaginative world in his mind. We sometimes get peeks into it with the pictures he draws or the sound effects he's making or the stories he tells us, but often he's content just to lay on his bed or the couch and ponder what it'd be like to be an x-wing pilot or a cheetah or live inside a video game. Sometimes this interferes with tasks like eating, going to school, doing chores, or going to the bathroom. We're trying to find a way to help Levi do the things that need to be done in the grown-up world without crushing his creative spirit. 

His kindergarten year has been a learning experience for all of us. He had a wonderful teacher in Dallas who understood Levi, and his two best friends were in his class there. He'd been excited about O.C. Taylor since Anna started there two years before. He could not wait for kindergarten! So when we moved at Thanksgiving, it was much much harder on him than I expected. He had trouble connecting with the kids in class, and his poor teacher was overwhelmed by a flood of new and high-needs students coming in right a the holidays. It was a rough transition, but by the end of January, Levi was a little more comfortable and his teacher had more time to respond to his needs.

His teacher (thank goodness for her!) just chuckles at him. She often tells him he has a camera for a brain since no matter how little attention he's paying to what they're doing in class, if she asks him any question he always knows the answer. She's been great about trying to find books and activities that will engage him. I love that she doesn't punish Levi for not finishing work in class or not paying attention. She understands he's not trying to be impertinent, he just wants to be somewhere else.

In April a new boy moved into the school and he and Levi became fast friends. He's a nice kid and they play very well together. I've been looking into homeschooling or private school options for Levi, but nothing has felt just right yet, so we may give public school a try next year again. 

At home, Levi loves to play Legos, wrestle, and "do electronics." His favorite games are Stratego, Scrabble, Sorry, Sleeping Queens, and the Angry Birds board game. On the computer he likes to play Wild Kratts games and Duck Life Games. On the iPad he likes Minion Rush and a 3-D block builder. 

He loves to give me hugs and snuggles. He loves to read. We're reading Harry Potter together. He likes to read Calvin and Hobbes comics before bed and often quotes them to me when they fit the situation. He makes me laugh all the time and makes me crazy all the time. He can be so sweet and funny. I love to watch his skinny little body when he dances. But he's also super stubborn and there's very little that motivates him other than getting his way. 

He's also very sensitive to the spirit and his teachers and leaders in primary all tell me they love to hear what he has to say and are surprised by his insights. Levi really understands the gospel and I love it when he applies it to his life. 

We all love our funny Levi!

Sunday, February 14, 2016

random thoughts

I have just loved being Emily's mom these last few weeks. Everything she does is charming and cute and sympathy-inducing. The girl loves to dance and dancing makes her laugh. She's addicted to ice cream. She drags our giant box of goldfish crackers with her wherever she goes. She refuses to wear any shoes but her squeaky shoes. She waves goodbye to strangers. She kneels down and folds her arms when it's time for family prayer each night and then puts her finger to her mouth and says, "Shsss" very seriously. After the prayer she says "Ugs" and gives us all hugs. Levi always gets at least two. She yells "AH-NAH!" when she can't find her sister. She thinks everything Levi says or does is HILARIOUS. She loves to read books, especially ones about "gogs" (dogs). She calls a spoon a "poos" and a cup a "puc." She likes stars. She has no fear on the playground. She still loves her blanket.


Friday night I dreamed I was running a 15 mile race at the LCCC course with an obstacle portion on a playground (of course). Running was so easy. I was winning until I decided to take a break for pancakes. Who wouldn't?
The next morning the weather was *perfect.* I had to run. I couldn't not run. It took me two miles to warm up, but eventually, I started listening to my breathing and letting my legs' momentum carry me and I could feel I was on the verge of flow and the endorphins were pumping. I'm still not in good enough shape to have the kind of easy, energizing run I dream about, but I haven't even come anywhere close to that for about four years. To really sense it in my future was exhilarating.
When we were house hunting and saw the trees and trails of The Woodlands, I knew that living here would facilitate the kind of active life that's important to us. It has and I'm so happy we moved here. It was a great decision.


Levi is super smart and his brain is constantly working on something, and it's usually doesn't have anything to do with getting ready for whatever event is coming next in his life. I've tried lots of different ways to make mornings smoother, but I still really yell at him about once a month and get frustrated with him a couple times a week. I hate that our mornings start with tension and I'm good about apologizing and explicitly asking the kids to help me get our good feelings back by doing jokes or poems or tongue twisters in the car. But I also know that Levi's teacher is frustrated with him daily because he has a hard time focusing on his work. He's already reading chapter books and they have to do daily handwriting worksheets where they practice one letter of the alphabet each day, so I understand why he's bored.
I'm really thinking about homeschooling him in the mornings and sending him in for lunch, recess, specials, and centers in the second half of the day. That would give us some flexibility in his morning routine and we could do more school work at his level.
I'm nervous about this. I'd never thought I'd home school and I'm scared to give up some freedom. I'm worried I'll be more annoyed with him being home. I'd love some advice. Please advise me.


I love Sam. We celebrated our 10th Valentine's Day as a couple today. We still really love each other and like each other and learn new things about each other and there's not much more you could ask for in a marriage.

Wednesday, January 06, 2016


Yesterday was my first day at the YMCA here in The Woodlands. I left Emily crying in the child watch center and hopped on a treadmill. I was feeling so good to be working out alone and actually working hard instead of catering to a toddler who has never loved the stroller.

But the worker came and got me after 15 min since Emily hadn't stopped crying. I asked another worker if I could bring her back for another 15 min after she'd calmed down and she told me yes. We walked around the Y for a while and then I brought her back, but the worker I'd talked to was gone and the one who'd come and gotten me told me I couldn't leave her if she started crying when I left. I felt like crying since I'd been looking forward to this for a long time and now it might take another week before Emily could finally handle it.

I came back today, expecting to get another 15 minutes in. This time I asked if I could take Emily back there and get her settled with toys. I tried to sneak away, but she saw me and started crying again. Thankfully, the child care worker (not either of the women from the day before) picked her up and played with her while I left.

I kept watching the clock. I did my physical therapy workout and they didn't come. So I got on a treadmill, but they didn't come. So I did some stretching. At that point I thought I heard Emily crying, and it had been an hour, so I came in to get her. She wasn't crying, just playing happily. I was so happy! I've been worried about my back for the last month and it felt good to do my physical therapy stuff again. And my fear that Emily would take long to adjust was assuaged. I was so grateful for my YMCA tender mercy.

Monday, October 26, 2015


I gave this talk in sacrament meeting on Sunday. I rewrote/rehashed it 3 times. Sam had the flu and was sleeping about 14 hours out of every 24, so the kids watched a lot of netflix this weekend as I reworked on it. I was pleased with how it turned out.


I think this is the first time I’ve been asked to speak on a topic that’s not found anywhere in the standard works. Neither tolerance, tolerant, nor tolerate is found in the King James Version of the Bible or in any other LDS scripture. Of course, the idea and practice of tolerance is found in many stories in the scriptures, but the word itself is not found in the translation we use. Because of that, I felt I had so much flexibility in how I wanted to approach this topic. I think this is the first time I’ve ever complained to Sam of not having enough time to give a talk. After many false starts, I decided I want to talk about these four main points.

       Tolerance is uncomfortable2.       Tolerance is a stepping stone to love3.       Tolerance is exemplified by the Savior4.       Tolerance must be practiced with the guidance of the Spirit

Before I get to these ideas, I want to start in the scriptures. Though it’s not in the King James Version, the word “tolerance” is used in at least one modern translation of the Bible.[i] The New American Standard Bible uses the word “tolerance” in Ephesians 4:2 and Romans 2:4. In the King James Version, the same word is translated in both verses as “forbearance” and, when you look up “tolerance” in the Topical Guide, the first word it directs you to is “forbear.” Let me read how forbearance is used in Ephesians 4 for you:

 I therefore, the prisoner of the Lord [this is Paul speaking], beseech you that ye walk worthy of the vocation wherewith ye are called,
 With all lowliness and meekness, with longsuffering, forbearing one another in love;
 Endeavouring to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.
 There is one body, and one Spirit, …;
 One Lord, one faith, one baptism,
 One God and Father of all, who is above all, and through all, and in you all.

Unity, Paul says, or being Zion—of one heart and one mind—happens when we treat one another with longsuffering, forbearance, and love. Isn’t it interesting that he didn’t say we’d have unity when we all agree with each other? Or when no one gets on your nerves? Or when we all vote for the same person? An essential part of the gospel of Christ is becoming one with people we have to tolerate.

So here’s point number 1. Tolerance is uncomfortable

On September 11, 2011, the 10th anniversary of the attack on the World Trade Center, Elder Dallin H. Oaks quoted President Hinckley who said, “’Each of us is part of a great family, the human family, sons and daughters of God, and therefore brothers and sisters. We must work harder to build mutual respect, an attitude of forbearance, with tolerance one for another regardless of the doctrines and philosophies which we may espouse.’” Elder Oaks then continued, “Living together with mutual respect for one another’s differences is a challenge in today’s world. However—and here I express [an] …absolute truth—this living with differences is what the gospel of Jesus Christ teaches us we must do.”[ii]

The very definition of tolerance is to withstand something unpleasant or painful. However, it is also the second great commandment: to love our neighbors, even the annoying neighbors, even the neighbors we don’t understand, even the neighbors we fear, as ourselves.

This is how I recall the story of that commandment: A lawyer who’s trying to trap Jesus into saying something wrong asks what the most important commandment is. Jesus answers that it’s to love God and the second is to love your neighbor as yourself. If that’s how you recall it, we’re both right…and also not quite right.

That’s roughly how the story goes in Matthew and Mark, but in Luke it’s a little different. In Luke, the scribe, rather than wanting to trick Jesus is impressed by the answers he’s been giving the Sadducees. He asks Jesus which is the first, or most important, commandment. Then Jesus turns the question back to him and asks, “What is written in the law? how readest thou?”

So it’s the scribe who answers, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind; and thy neighbour as thyself.” Then Jesus “said unto him, Thou hast answered right: this do, and thou shalt live.”[iii]

This was surprising to me since I'd always thought of loving your neighbor as one of the revolutionary parts of the gospel Christ was bringing to the people. So how did the scribe know this answer? Where in the law, or what we call now, the scriptures did he read it?

The answer is in Leviticus, where the Law of Moses is codified. Leviticus 19:17 and 18 says “Thou shalt not hate thy brother in thine heart… Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself: I am the Lord.” From the very beginning, the Lord has taught tolerance. But he doesn’t just command us to love our brothers and neighbors, he extends that love to strangers, which bears out in the New Testament when the scribe in Luke asks “who is my neighbor?” and the Lord goes on the give the parable of the good Samaritan.

But back to Leviticus. Later in the same chapter, the children of Israel are taught, “33 And if a stranger sojourn with thee in your land, ye shall not vex him. 34 But the stranger that dwelleth with you shall be unto you as one born among you, and thou shalt love him as thyself; for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt: I am the Lord your God.” Not only does the Lord command the Israelites to welcome and care for the strangers in their midst, He also shares a way to overcome the discomfort obeying that commandment will cause. To do so, He says, you should remember that you, too, were once a stranger. Today, we’d call this having empathy.

But why does dealing with strangers and foreigners cause discomfort? In an article in the Ensign, Ann M. Madsen suggests “that it’s because of …differences. We separate ourselves from others by the differences we see. We feel comfortable with those who dress like we do, think like we do, and act like we do; and we feel uncomfortable with those who are different.” However, physical differences, age, and culture, are among differences that, she says, “don’t matter at all and should 
never divide us.”

I broke a cultural convention today and wore my best pants as a sort of object lesson. Let me share a few stories about pants, and in doing so, move on to point number 2. Tolerance is a stepping stone to love.

The first is about when I was on study abroad in London. It took us about an hour and a half to tube, bus, and tram to our ward in South London. Since I was there in the winter, I’d often wear pants under my skirt to keep warm from the wind. One day before church started a sister commented on how cold and windy it was that day. “Yes!” I said, “I just slipped off the pants I had under my skirt to keep warm.” It was as I took in her shocked expression that I remembered that “pants” in the UK means underwear. Thankfully this kind sister was tolerant of my cultural mishap and laughed off the embarrassment with me.

The second story is about my friend Alisa who participated in the first “Wear Pants to Church Day” in 2012. Her family was living in New Zealand at the time and were traveling with her husband for work. Lonnie, her husband had taken the car to work, so Alisa arrived at a ward where no one knew them, a little late in a taxi, with three young children, no husband, and wearing pants.

Alisa says, “The [only] other woman who was also wearing pants had a sweet seven year old son with autism who had kept Max and Maya happy….  The woman was a recent convert to the church, having been baptized when her husband, who was less active, had begun attending church services again.

“When I told her I liked her pants she said that it was all she had to wear.  I told her that it was only cultural that women traditionally wear dresses to church and that she should feel confident that she looked great and was perfectly dressed for church.  I was happy to be wearing pants if only to let her know that she wasn't the only one wearing pants that Sunday.

“It was a good experience to feel for the day what someone might feel like coming to church as a bit of an outsider.  There is a real strength in gaining a perspective on what others might feel.”[iv]

The last story comes from Clayton M. Christensen’s book, The Power of Everyday Missionaries. He writes, “On one Sunday Sister Virginia Perry, whose husband, L. Tom Perry, was president of the Boston Stake, noticed a woman who had quietly found a space on the back row in the Weston chapel, having arrived a few minutes late for sacrament meeting. She was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and had come on her motorcycle. Sister Perry quickly sensed that the woman felt that she didn’t fit in. Everyone else was wearing their Sunday best and was sitting with their families. So Sister Perry left her family alone, went to the back pew, and asked the visitor if she would mind if she sat beside her. When the woman smiled in the affirmative, Sister Perry put her arm around her. The next Sunday Sister Perry came to church wearing Levi’s and a T-shirt.”[v]

Tolerance is the stepping stone to love. When we look past our differences and overcome our discomfort, we begin to love the people we used to tolerate. None of these stories is really about wearing pants to church. They’re about challenging our own cultural perceptions in order to help others feel welcome, comfortable, and loved in our presence and in our church services.

This brings us to the third point. Tolerance is exemplified by the Savior.

The Savior did this over and over again. He baffled the scribes, Pharisees, and Sadducees by breaking social convention time and again in order to bring His message and His love to everyone He could.  He ate with publicans and sinners.[vi] He healed the lepers.[vii] He praised the faithful Roman Centurian.[viii] He revealed His divinity to the Samaritan woman at the well.[ix] As I try to be like Him, I hope I can dismiss the differences that don’t matter and embrace the people who do.

However, there was some behavior the Savior could not tolerate. Elder Oaks explained it this way. “While we must practice tolerance and respect for others and their beliefs, including their constitutional freedom to explain and advocate their positions, we are not required to respect and tolerate wrong behavior. Our duty to truth requires us to seek relief from some behavior that is wrong.” When the Savior found the money changers in the temple, He drove them out with a scourge.[x] He would not tolerate the defiling of the temple.

Christ understood the perfect balance between what Elder Oaks called, “the twin ideas of truth and tolerance.” Elder Oaks recalls, “When He faced the woman taken in adultery, Jesus spoke the comforting words of tolerance: ‘Neither do I condemn thee.’ Then, as He sent her away, He spoke the commanding words of truth: ‘Go, and sin no more’ (John 8:11). We should all be edified and strengthened by this example of speaking both tolerance and truth: kindness in the communication, but firmness in the truth.”

This brings me to my final point. Tolerance must be practiced with the guidance of the Spirit.

One of my earlier points was that tolerance is a stepping stone to love. Tolerance for different opinions and cultural practices can lead us to love God’s children and bring unity to neighborhoods, churches, and communities. Tolerance for sin, however can lead us to love sin. We must rely on the Spirit to help us know the difference.

In speaking about tolerance “in our personal relations” with those whose beliefs and behavior differ from our own, Elder Oaks advises that our “[decisions] can depend on how directly we are personally affected by it.” We must be careful to avoid self-righteousness and judgment when we see others choose to live differently than we do. Joseph Smith taught us: “It is the doctrine of the devil to …hinder our progress, by filling us with self-righteousness. The nearer we get to our Heavenly Father, the more we are disposed to look with compassion on perishing souls.” “Nothing is so much calculated to lead people to forsake sin as to take them by the hand, and watch over them with tenderness.”[xi] When we see our friends or family sinning, let us, like the father of the prodigal son, treat them with tenderness, invite them to come home, and rejoice when they choose to do so.

Here’s another rule of thumb for acting wisely with tolerance. Recently, in articles or blog posts advocating for greater tolerance, I’ve heard the same phrase used again and again. It goes something like this, “Let us be known for what we do, rather than what we don’t do.” I like this this little phrase because while it acknowledges that there are things we will not and cannot tolerate, we would be better served by focusing our time and energy on doing good wherever and to whomever we can.

Sharon Eubank is the director of LDS Charities which provides millions of dollars to serve over a million people globally each year providing clean water, disaster relief, vaccinations, and more. If there’s anyone who has to make difficult decisions about how to do the most good each day, it’s her. Last year, she suggested that rather than worrying “about things that are less significant,” we should ask ourselves, “Where should I be spending my energy and my intellectual curiosity and what should I be worrying about?”[xii] Acting on the personal revelation we receive in answer to this question will help us become a people known for the good that we do.

Finally, let us practice tolerance with people we already love in our home. Nowhere are we better able to learn the virtues of patience, forbearance, and longsuffering, than in our relationships with our family who sometimes seem to be uniquely chosen for their ability to drive us crazy. Yet nowhere have I felt greater joy than when I sit with one of my children and we apologize to each other, reaffirm our love for each other, and begin to laugh again.

Just this past week, Elder Oaks gave another speech on tolerance at the Second Annual Court/Clergy Conference in Sacramento. Though he was speaking about political differences, I think his advice is sound for families as well. He says, “It will help if we are not led or unduly influenced by the extreme voices that are heard from contending positions. Extreme voices polarize and create resentment and fear by emphasizing what is nonnegotiable and by suggesting that the desired outcome is to disable the adversary and achieve absolute victory. Such outcomes are rarely attainable and never preferable to living together in mutual understanding and peace.” Let us not let being right stand in the way of peace and harmony in the family.

May the fruits of the Spirit of God—love, joy, peace, gentleness, goodness, and longsuffering tolerance[xiii]—be abundant in our lives as we try to live in understanding and peace is my hope and prayer, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

[ii] “Truth and Tolerance”, Elder Dallin H. Oaks
CES Devotional for Young Adults • September 11, 2011 • Brigham Young University

[iii] Luke 10:25-28

[iv] “pants to church” blog post by Alisa Mercer, personal friend.

[v] p. 139, “The Power of Everyday Missionaries: The What and How of Missionary Work” by Clayton M. Christensen

[vi] Luke 5:27-31

[vii] Luke 17:11-19

[viii] Matthew 8:5-13

[ix] John 4

[x] John 2:13-17

[xi] Teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, sel. Joseph Fielding Smith, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 241, p. 240.

[xii] “This Is a Woman’s Church”, Sharon Eubank, director, LDS Charities
2014 FairMormon Conference, August 8, 2014

[xiii] Galations 5:22

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

all about Emily

Emily is so much fun right now. For weeks I've been thinking, "I need to write this down!" so now I'm doing it :)

Emily gets so much love from the whole family. Levi loves to be goofy to make her laugh. She will copy his crazy dancing and funny sounds. They love to chase each other. Anna likes to sing to Emily- Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is what she sings whenever she's trying to calm her down. Anna is my great helper with Emily. She can get her in or out of bed, get her dressed, feed her, play with her, and watch her for few minutes. She's also good at tickling Emily to make her laugh. Everyone loves peek a boo and patty cake and pony girl with Emily. Emily gets fussy like any baby in a car seat unless Anna and Levi are in the car. Then she can watch them in the back seat and they can play games with her. When the kids head outside or upstairs to play, you can always count on Emily following them as fast as her little legs will carry her.

When Sam comes home, Emily screams a high "Aaaah!" and runs to him saying, "Dah-deee" over and over. Then she tries to jump and flaps her arms and nods her head because she just has to move all over because she's so excited that Dad is home.

Emily is starting to enjoy books. Her favorite is far and away this All About Me board book. She has actions for almost every page and carries it to me to read it to her several times a day. I made Sam take a video of me reading to her (while Levi has a conversation with Siri in the next room).

She also loves The Very Hungry Caterpillar and will put her hand in mine so I stick her finger in to every little hole in all the food. And of course, all of Karen Katz's Where is Baby's.... (Bellybutton, Mommy, Easter Egg, Pumpkin, etc...) books.

Emily loves to be outside and recognizes the word, so when I ask her if she wants to play outside, she runs to the back door and when I say we're going on a walk she runs to the garage to get in the stroller. She is fearless and will climb most everything. She goes down any slide, no matter how tall and says, "Wheeee" the whole way down and claps for herself at the bottom. She is totally trusting and jumps off ledges at the playground as long as she sees me below her.

Emily has learned lots of words. She started signing around her birthday- all done, more, and light- and has learned lots of signs and words since then. Over the summer all the kids would wave goodbye to Sam when he left for work in the morning, so whenever Emily heard a car start or saw a car drive by, she would start waving. It was adorable. Some of her first words were "all done" (ah-dah), "no," "uh-oh,"and "ma-ma-mee" for Mom or food or help. Since then, she's started saying "up" to be picked up, "nummy" or "ummy" for food, "nana" with the sign for banana, "a-po" with the sign for apple, "shz" with the sign for shoes, "ooff-ooff" with sign for doggy, and "I-nigh" with a wave goodbye for "night night!" (that's one of my favorites). She mostly calls me Mommy ("mahMEE"), not Mama, which at first I was a little sad about, but it's so cute to hear her say it, that it's hard to stay sad long.

She's using her words more creatively now,  too. For instance, today, I put a clip in her hair and she pulled it out saying, "No. All done." She will often say or sign two words to try and communicate what she means. She also babbles a lot and spent several minutes today gesturing with her hands out, palms up babbling away saying, "Um blah na mo, um um na do tzz um um." Anna could hardly contain herself she thought it was so funny how serious Emily was telling us something very important.

Emily has all sorts of silly daily habits. She likes to suck water out of the spray bottle I use when I do Anna's hair. She likes to pull out every. single. board book. She likes to pull out all the place mats, kids cups, and my aluminum soup pot which she carries around until she finds a good place to hide it. She likes to wear shoes and brings me shoes to put on her feet several times a day. She takes my hand and pulls me to the pantry or fridge when she wants a snack. She goes down so easily for her nap and sleeps about 2 hours. She loves her pacifier and her blanket and whenever she finds her blanket in the house she squeals, hugs it and buries her whole body into it.

Emily is such a happy and easy-going baby. She is curious and unafraid. She often scares other toddlers at the park or storytime because she walks right up to them and will sit close or grab a toy right next to them. Until very recently, her cousin Daniel who is 6 months older was literally terrified of her and would burst into tears when she walked into the room. With a bit of exposure therapy he can now say "Hi Emily" and be within a 10 foot radius of her. She's easy to leave with babysitters and nearly every single person who has watched her has said she's the easiest baby they've ever watched.

We are so lucky to have her and I have been able to enjoy every stage she's been through. I can't get enough of kissing and cuddling her. It thrills me every time she speaks or signs. She loves music and I am filled with delight when she dances. I still nurse her before bed and I cherish that time to cuddle her. She is a joy and our family has been brought closer because Emily joined us. I can't imagine life without her now.

Monday, September 07, 2015

january and febuary 2015 from the ipad

I need to figure out a good way to get our ipad photos into the same folders as our regular camera photos. Until then, here are the others.

 Ohio State won the national championship, so Emily and I celebrated by wearing our OSU gear and making buckeyes while Levi was at preschool. She's the cutest little buckeye baby I've ever seen.

This is how Anna relaxed while talking to Grandma Becky on the phone. 

Emily was (and still is) completely smitten with Levi. She loved to watch him jump around and be crazy. He'd play peek a boo and make her laugh like no one else could. She'd flap her arms and bounce. Watching him was so exciting!

 We have a Valentine's Day tradition of having "pink breakfast." It started when Anna was 3 and has been the exact same breakfast every year since. It's a fun way to celebrate the day and fun to fancy up the table.

For dinner I made heart-shaped pizza, a tradition in its second year.

Sister love!

 Sam and I went to see Lang Lang play Tchaikovsky's piano concerto with the Fort Worth Symphony. (Anna took this picture for us before hand.) The concert was incredible. I've never heard anything like it. It was like his fingers floated above the keys, and he was so connected with the orchestra. Over the next few days, I'd hear Sam humming or whistling it and Sam told me he noticed me dancing or conducting to the music in my head. I'm so glad we went.