Friday, September 26, 2008

Happy 14th Birthday Gavin

Accounting his numbers:
  • 15 years of bringing love and laughter into our lives.
  • 14 years walking.
  • 13 years of watermelon eating.
  • 12 years experience being a big brother.
  • 11 years writing his name.
  • 10 years of education.
  • 9 years of being able to recite the United States Presidents, in order:)
  • 8 years soccer playing, two competition.
  • 7 years as a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
  • 6 years of experience as a scout, highly decorated.
  • 5 years as a student accepted to the Extended Learning Program (ELP).
  • 4 years of level black snowboarding.
  • 3 years (at least) dodging girls flirtations (according to what he would have me think.)
  • 2 years of guitar lessons and Deacon Quorum experience and service.
  • 1 year convincing his parents that he IS a teenager (we don't believe him.)

  • More Gavinisms: guitar, reading, history, art, his grandparents, bicycling, sprinting, football, basketball, weight-lifting, Food, and Monopoly marathons.

Some of our Favorites:

Pet Spiders.
Looking up to my little brother.
Messing with my sister...
...sometimes.
Snowboarding
and snow forts!


Baxter Bear (our Scottie.)
Christmas Eve Stories.
Singing Solos in the Choir.
Living on the edge.
Smiling.
Lemans Racing (oh, and girls)
Skateboarding
Track and Field, (far right)
Achieving... Arrow of Light.
Fishing in Fish Lake
Football
Cruising with Dad
Steel Days Parade


Strawberry Lake
Water sports
Zoo, Zebras and Zoe
Last year at Wasatch Elementary
Love you buddy. Proud of all you are doing and
thankful for the fine young man you are becoming.

Gavin will be getting ordained a Teacher this Sunday,
during church, at the 33rd ward.

Because of the fatness!

Sam was asked to give the talk on the Holy Ghost, which he is still not sure he would like to do, and has plenty of other ideas. I told him to pray about it. He said, no, that's okay, let's just ask Colleen to give the talk (Colleen was the Primary President after I was released.)

I told him that when I was called to be primary president that I said "no" and the bishop told me to pray about it. What if I hadn't done that? Think of all the years I was in primary because I prayed and decided it was right to serve.

To which the following conversation:

Jeremy: About three years.
Me: No more like 11.
Jeremy: You were in primary when I was born?!!!
Me: Yes.
Jeremy: That must have been embarrassing.
Me: Why would it be embarrassing?
Jeremy: "because of the fatness."

Need I say more!

The Little Gus Girls, take One...and TWO

I, eye spy, with my little eye....the Gus girls!
"Eliza, COME, Come here girl." (Jeremy)
You can tell my kids have dogs.
Dinnertime, was a blast.
A blast of yogurt on the wall, on the ceiling, on the floor.
The boys are in charge of baby playtime,
while Clarissa and I clean up dinner.
Emma saunters in.
Clarissa: "Let's just see how long until Jeremy notices his is missing."
Me: "Aren't we glad Sheri had two."
Clarissa: "I wish she had five." (5, CINCO, yes, she said 5)
Me: "Oh heavens Clarissa, you will get five,
after you have had three and you only want one more."
Clarissa: "I'll have 18. I love kids."
Me: Laughing. "If you only knew."
Clarissa: "You are just saying that because you are overround already."
Now I know what my problem is.
It is enough to keep up without being overround!
How do you tell the difference between Emma and Eliza?
It depends on who you talk too.
If you are listening to
Clarissa and Alyssa, Sam and Jeremy
call out who they were in charge of it goes like this:
Sam and Jeremy: We get Emma.
Clarissa and Alyssa: We get Eliza.
Sam and Jeremy: No, instead we get Eliza.
Clarissa and Alyssa: Okay, we will take Emma.
Sam and Jeremy: We want Eliza because she can walk and talk.
Clarissa and Alyssa: So does Emma...
....Emma walks and talks and bites.
Ouch, I think the girls win.
Or you could just look at their ears!
They eat...
...a lot!
They play piano.
They get into Gavin's things..oops!
They are cuddly.
And sweet!
Hopefully they sleep!
Three hours into our 97 hour stint, we are all still smiling :),
although we are stepping on a lot of cheerios.
How easily we forget how hard it is to keep toddlers happy,
and times 2!
Stay tuned for some "before and after" photos.
Clarissa is on a roll,
documenting the before and after of the babies,
as if they were a weather pattern;
oh wait, I think I see a tornado happening.
Take TWO:
Who wouldn't want to kiss that face!
Clarissa: "I cook, I clean, I bathe them and change diapers.
I don't even get to play with them."
All right about the time of the afternoon meltdowns.
"What's up?" I say.
Clarissa: There are TWO of them.
(As if she need say anything more.)
Clarissa: And to think that I wanted 15.
Me: "18!!! remember!" (I have to remind her).
Clarissa: My bad.
Jeremy, obliviously being a boy: "Babies are so fun!"

Clarissa: I just realized I haven't gone pee all day long. And there is no more milk left.This is a really long day. How many meals does a baby need in one day?

MOOOOOMMMMMM, can you go to the store.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Rhetoric and our Mornings

I love listening to what the kids say in the mornings. If only I was a better dictionary and could recite the definitions of all the words they are trying to use. I thought it would be fun to list them with the conversations that they have together. Here goes:


Jeremy: I an all timer. (mixed up with Alzheimer's)
Me thinking: (I think I like the all timer better.)


Sam: No, you're nocturnal
Me thinking: (so that is why they never go to sleep.)


Jeremy: And your obnoxious!


To which Sam began to eat his breakfast, calling "uncle" for now!

ramblings of the political sort

"Closely allied with the trend toward bigger and bigger government is the tendency toward loose fiscal policy, both public and private. This concerns us as free men. 'The borrower is servant to the lender' (Proverbs 22:7). A nation can hang itself on the gallows of excessive public debt-and the United States is no exception." - "The Teachings of Ezra Taft Benson," p. 291

This thought was in my email inbox this morning from WOOL (Words of our Leaders). It has gotten me thinking (imagine) about an NPR commentary that I heard yesterday. Well, more like a full radio program which turned into commentary in my head.


With 41 days until the election how do we get good policy among these politics. America is sick with significant stress due to the fall of the market and increase in oil prices. Congress can't efficiently act upon these things because of campaigning. And government is trying to react to these things with unjustified means in rash decision making.

America is plagued with the damages of confidences; being confidence in our government policy.

We have grave doubts seeing our leaders digging themselves into a deeper political depression. For what is in front of their faces they ought to stand back a bit and examine possibilities. Just one example is the Fanny May and Freddy Mac; including the meddling that the government is doing with the looming and certain foreclosures.

With the current deficit how can the government even be considering buying out the populations mortgages. What is this saying to the people? You can live in your homes, with no foreclosure, while the government owns the home and they become the biggest home owners in the country. All this while neighbors who have sacrificed to stay on top of their mortgages continue to pay their mortgages. The government bails out our people at the expense of the people. What happens when it is the government foreclosing on the people whose first preservation was its leadership?

Is this now a game of chicken between the president and congress? What are we teaching the American people? That we will pay for our irresponsible neighbors, that we will suffer for their over spending and lack of consumer control to live within means. Sounds like a set up for a civil war burgeoning in Americas own communities.

Never is a forced decision a good decision, and all this is coming to potential policy as of Friday. When are we going to see it as headlines, after the fact. Something like, "700 Billion in borrowed government money goes to pay for Homeowners to continue to live well above their means."

It's called the Bailout Proposal. And it is causing outrage as Congress again fails America in order to meet Americans panicked immediate need..

It is much more complicated than my few minutes allow me. This is becoming an art more than a science; a political art. This comes down to the responsibility of our consumers. The way I see out of this mess is our American Consumers need to have a depression. Sounds like harsh medicine, but if the illness continues to spread among our people, we must be prepared to take the prescribed therapy.

It continues to displace market mechanisms as we teach our people to turn to Uncle Sam for "bailout". A serious depression is in order to deal with the credit messes, messes in our own homes and messes within our government set up.


Shall we be afraid. Yes. We are the product of our own credit destruction. Again, what President Benson said, "Closely allied with the trend toward bigger and bigger government is the tendency toward loose fiscal policy, both public and private. This concerns us as free men. 'The borrower is servant to the lender' (Proverbs 22:7). A nation can hang itself on the gallows of excessive public debt-and the United States is no exception." - "The Teachings of Ezra Taft Benson," p. 291

Our nation has hung itself. By bailing out, at the expense of government borrowing money from additional foreign sources is just bad practice. Seriously. How do they decide who deserves to be bailed out and who doesn't, it becomes personal. And it teaches something I don't want my kids learning in History class. Bad credit behavior is rewarded with temporary cream of the crop.

Efforts to reform Fanny May and Freddy Mac have been unsuccessful, and this is the demise of policies driven by the current partnership of congress and the republican party allowing the seeds of financial crash to be planted.

No fingers to point, not point in placing blame, but I don't think playing chicken and then making a rash decision like deer in the headlights is the best possible function that government can offer its people. We are headed into a head-on fatality.

We need to go back to a live and learn society.

Jeremy's lock:
For instance, Jeremy called, much in tears, the first week of school. He had put a lock on his locker and was unable to get into the locker because he had forgotten his keys.

First of all, it's against school policies to put a lock on your locker.

Second of all, it is his personal responsibility that he has what he needs for the day upon arriving at school.

And third, yes, as his mother I went through the reminders, and I did talk to him about that specific school rule being broken, including the consequences of his choice for putting the lock on THAT VERY MORNING.

I made sure, because he is ONLY 7 years old, and in the 2nd grade, that he had his key, that he knew to take the lock off, and that he should not choose to do it again. It is breaking a rule, a policy, which has been put in place at his school by the administration, to protect him from his own discomfort when he finds himself in the future FORGETTING HIS KEY.

So, when I got the phone call from the lovely lady in the office mentioning that he forgot his key, and could not get into his locker, I was quite surprised that I was somehow expected to bail him out. My first reaction was, waahhhh. Not really feeling bad for him

Of course I said, well, he broke a school rule, what are his options.

She asked if I could please talk to him because he was sad. I believe he was sad, but shouldn't he be allowed to feel what he is feeling, to learn, and particularly being he was suffering the consequences of his choices, his behavior.

Of course, not wanting to be the meany, I talked to him. Something like, I am sorry that this has happened, you must be feeling really bad, no I will not bring you the key, what do you think that you can do for today. I offered what I thought was the natural consequence. Get Chris the custodian to come cut the lock off.

Yes, Jeremy had saved his money, and bought the lock on his own. It is a beautiful red lock, combination lock, with a key for memory fault.

He, of course, did not like what I was saying to him. Really, I felt bad, but too bad. This was not something that I felt would do him any good if I came running over to the school, to dry his tears, and unlock his locker. I knew that if I did, it would only happen again, and in many other situations. Situations that would be worse and more painful for him. Situations that I won't be able to bail him out.

I told him that although I felt bad that he was feeling sad, I was now realizing that he was also tardy, and that he should get his "butt" into class because now he was interrupting the learning process; which would serve him better than having a place to store his stuff.

His option was to have Chris cut off his lock or leave his backpack and lunch in the office, but he had better get to class. (Which he informed me that the principle was not giving tardies today because it was only the first week. And I informed him that he was going to owe me time after school writing about the reasons why it is important to be on time, for personal growth and improvement, and respect.)

He went to class.

Later in the day, I was kindly informed that the sweet administration had tended to his wounds, checked in on him to make sure he was not having "a bad day" because of the mornings events.

Yes, I am thankful for kindness in my children's world, but I would also like to see consequences in their world. And a bad day every now and then is NOT the end of the world.



Another of my thoughts: we are in the middle of a supposed water crisis. Why is it easier to say that the water crisis can be solved if people take personal responsibility for their use of the water? Again, responsibility. And the bottom line is that IS what this is ALL about.

Isn't government just justifying our ridiculous spending habits here. Even Obama and McCain, although diversely choosing their course, are promoting this crisis as "a moment to rise above politics." And republicans are opposing the solutions to their inability to reform their own proposals.

What a world we live in today? It's a beautiful day in my neighborhood, how about yours? I should have warned, this is certainly a rambling with slight political opinion, open to comments or alternate opinions.

I will have changed my mind once I go out into the world today and see what the game plays are. I really do hope for reform; Personal reform in how we each live, and recognize how our actions cause reactions that effect much more than our own circumstances.

I say, "cut the lock".

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Dropping the Kids off at School :(

Wasatch Art Festival picture, (description below)

Sometimes the absolutely worse thing in the world is leaving the kids at school. Driving away, hearing them say, "love you mom", "have a happy day", carrying their lunch boxes, with a note of love and confidence. I always hope people will be nice today. Will they come home with delightful experiences, or are they going to encounter something else?

Gavin in Junior High, being indoctrinated by teachers with opinions. Opinions different than mine. Having conversations that have to do with our world; Immigration, global warming, the next presidential election, wanting to know what things mean when I am still trying to figure those things out. What am I thinking?

Why not spend the entire day with my children running barefoot through the grass, rolling down hills, swinging in tree swings, knowing that you will reach the sky if you just pump a little harder. I can play four square, kick-ball, jumprope. I can teach them times tables, and how to write an essay. I just miss them, and wish they missed me a little more. But they are independant and going to grow up no matter what I do.

When they were little and learning to walk, I would trip them up, "gently" push them back down, crawl a little longer; I would beg. Cuddle more with me, come into our room at night, oh, how I miss having four of them all trying to find a place to snuggle at night. Making beds on the floor of my room. I guess they needed that because I was pushing them out into the world of school and sports. I suppose that is why they needed more at night, because they were learning and growing, and they wanted to have all the time in the world with me too. I miss that. It does go away, and I don't like it. They loose their youth, they grow into these wonderful people that are so like yourself, and yet so like their own person. I have planted them as seeds, now I need the courage to let them grow.

I guess that is why I am trying to redefine me. Who I am? What kind of a world do I see myself offering these little people as they grow up. I tell them, "stop growing up", and Jeremy replies, "Mom, you can grow up with us." Thanks Jeremy, if I can be with them for now, I guess I won't worry about tomorrow. And maybe I can work out an appreciation for the time that I have to define me, while they are out there, exposed to our wonderful world, at wonderful Wasatch Elementary, and Clayton Jr. High; well at least it is an interesting experience.

There is something to what they gain, that I can't give them.
It's just the courage it takes to let go of them; remembering what was written by a third grade girl, at Wasatch, to go with her art piece. It has stayed with me ever since.
This is what our kids are doing while they are away growing up. They are learning to be stars, sensitive, thoughtful, aware, respectful, students. They are little seedlings, sprouting.
They are learning to have the courage to be their best person.
So, yes, Sam, Jeremy, Clarissa, Gavin: Have a happy day!
Me too.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Doesn't get much worse than Gavin's day today.


Listening to Brian and Gavin talk at night should be funny, I'm not sure.
Today Gavin came home with a black eye. Not the first time he has had a black eye.
This particular picture was from a time when he saved a girl from taking a worse fall on the asphalt during a basketball game - 6th grade.
(See how phased Jeremy is, looking for the paparazzi shot.)
Tonights black eye has a story:
Gavin plays basketball with his friends during lunch (always a sport involved).
Heres the conversation:
Brian to Gavin: How did you get the shiner?
Gavin: My eye met with a kid's elbow during the game today.
Brian: How's the kids elbow?
Gavin: Better than Mr. Coleman's leg. (Names have not been changed.)
Brian: What happened to his leg.
Gavin: The ball hit it.
Brian: How?
Gavin: When it bounced off Kaiesh's head, right before his elbow hit my eye.
Brian: So, how did that hurt Mr. Colemans leg.
Gavin: It made his leg fall off.
(Okay, seriously. At this point I begin to really listen, my homework can wait.)
Me: Gavin, that can't happen.
Gavin: Mom, he has a wooden leg.
Me: ...(okay so I didn't really say anything here, I think I was in shock because here are Brian and Gavin laughing right out loud. I personally didn't find it funny.)
Gavin let's us in on the details. Mr. Coleman happened to be walking through the gym, carrying some cd's. Gavin threw the ball, it was knocked out of bounce, hit the wall, off keieshs head, which caused him to hit Gavin in the eye with his elbow, and the ball hit Mr. Coleman walking by and knocked his leg off.
Me: Gavin, did you know he had a wooden leg.
Gavin: Yeah, he takes it off during class.
Me: Did you help him?
Gavin: No, he had a girl go get it and he put it back on, we cleaned up the cd's, and Mr. Coleman got up and walked away.
Me: So, will you be passing Mr. Colemans class this year?
Gavin: Probably not.
I guess another year of typing won't hurt anything.

Lean On Me...



This is a post in response to Jeremy's request for a "conference thingy" (a post) about Zoe putting her head on his shoulder. He wanted it to be titled Lean On Me.
Check out the littlest member of the Marching Band:0) Cute huh.
For additional pictures of Steel days see Steel Days 2008 (7/21/08). And, I finally got the pictures of LeShel's hike to donut falls on the Ward Campout post. (also July 08)

"It's You I like"


One of my top favorite websites:
http://pbskids.org/rogers/R_house/

For all you big kids out there who (like me) miss Mr. Rogers Neighborhood!!!

"It's you I like,
It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself, It's you, it's you I like

For listening:
http://pbskids.org/rogers/songlist/song5.html

For watching:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BN9ynEJzLo

Monday, September 22, 2008

Yea....the missionaries


Brians Missionary Tag, how cute!
I want to be a missionary now...
(jeremy during a primary sharing time about missionary work!)

We love the Missionary Discussions.
Austin (Sam's friend) had his final discussion for Family Home Evening tonight in our home.

Speaking for myself.
I am right there questioning everything there is to say about the gospel;
as pertains to the LDS church.
I am rediscovering things that I believed in the past,
and hope for things I will believe in the future.
I look at my children, their love and passion for the gospel.
They are humble little believers, and because they have felt good about it,
there is no reason for them to question it. Me, I need to be sitting at the elders feet.
Hearing the discussions, as if a convert hearing the truths
of what they teach for the very first time.
Of course I believe it.
Not because I was taught to or raised to
(because I wasn't) but because it feels right.
I am being qualified to be a humble believer, like my children,
as I hear the words of these young elders.
Their love for teaching, their willingness to go out each day,
regardless of who might be saying what about them.
Their forgiveness of yesterday, and their delight in tomorrow.
I want to know everything, I want to know why,
and I want to understand it as if my entire life depends upon it,
because I am learning that it does.
Without the perfect knowledge of those answers,
I fumble and fall, over and over;
because I say to myself, I am not there yet.
Not ready to be fully converted.
I have always felt that in life
you have to question everything to a point of believing fully
the things that are meaningful to you.
I am seeing now that this very thing,
understanding and believing, must be my conversion process.
Because I care about it enough to question it's everything,
and because I trust a simple feeling in my heart.
It is faith. The first discussion.
It is the plan. The second discussion.
It is commitment. The third discussion.
It is keeping the simple commandments which lead to a happier, healthier life.
The fourth discussion.
No wonder my kids question everything, and have such strong willed temperments.
They can only be a product of the passion of their mother and father.
May it carry them converted through their entire lives.
And may I be able to let go of them so that they can share this message,
as missionaries, some day.
Maybe.

my happiness!

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