Wednesday, December 31, 2008

i've been....


in a sort of funk,


and feeling

uninspired &

a somewhat disinclined

to share...

to write anything of

real substance...

or even imitation substance

for that matter.

life is good.

my life is blessed.

there has been no tragedy.

we are all well. we are healthy.

i even feel confident in saying, "we are happy."


i've just been feeling a little

funky...

and not the good,

disco

kind of funky.


i know tomorrow will dawn a little brighter.

my plan is to step into the new year

with renewed vim & vigor.


my plan is to begin as i intend to continue.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

consider this a P.S.A....



this stuff...smells great...feels great...and it makes your hair smell, feel and look great.

but it is not so great when a harried daughter forgets to snap the lid shut

and it leaks out all over your bathroom counter.


put in perspective....the exxon valdez would have cleaned up easier.


consider yourself warned...


and that goes double for you maddie!


Saturday, December 6, 2008

maybe he'll be inspired...


connor doesn't do a lot of dating. i think we could count on one hand the number of official dates he's gone on, or unofficial for that matter. not a big dater. he has his reasons...no license...limited funds...no funds...'cause. he'll do the group get-together-and-hang-out thing; it's casual with limited pressure to be "on" for three or four hours straight. being on requires commitment. and he just not that committed to anyone at the moment.


but it appears that if the mountain won't come to mohammed, then...you make the most of winter formal, (sadie hawkins in taffeta and dress shirts!). morgan asked connor. i think he was relieved it was she who asked him; they've known each other since they were little kids, we used to be in the same ward and our families camp together each summer at the beach. He was a little nervous but after their group day date - making gingerbread houses, eating pizza and hanging out for awhile - he came home happy and relaxed and looking forward to the dance. doesn't he look happy and relaxed...



and doesn't she look beautiful...



Thursday, December 4, 2008

'i'm gonna have to rethink some things" he tells me...


so this afternoon i get a call from the school nurse. she's got lou in her office. he's fine she quickly sing-songs in assurance, which, as all seasoned mothers know, translates to, "he's not really, why else would i be calling...but he is still breathing, and everything is still attached. for now!" i calmly respond with that slow, deliberate, okaaay?, which, as all seasoned mothers know, translates to, "enough small talk...what's happened to my baby!!!".


seems the boy was in the middle of a school sanctioned game of flag football. as he went in to grab the flag from an opponent, the kid's foot came up, as is apt to happen when you're running, and jammed the tip of liam's right ring-finger, or 3rd digit as i was informed by the x-ray tech later, which resulted in a nice little fracture across the top end of the middle bone, or phalange.


normally i'm not one to rush on over to the doctor or urgent care, but my usual remedy, that of a wet paper towel for any injury not showing bone, seemed somewhat inadequate/negligent once i finally arrived at the school, and got my first glimpse at his poor, sideways-bent, little digit. he told me he'd managed to "keep it together" until he got to the kindergarten playground, (and out of sight of his buddies), then he just had to let "it" out. and lest we think it was all for naught...he proudly announced that he had managed to take possession of the offending kids flag! that's my boy; always looking for the upside to lifes little downers. so we hit the local urgent care, paid our $25 co-pay, waited our turn, got our x-rays and left with a pretty cool looking splint wrapped with some even cooler looking blue tape. finally, we closed out the afternoons events with a pit stop at arby's for some much needed post-traumatic sustanance.


all the while liam has kept me updated, and amused, at the many things he would now have to "rethink" as a result of his injury. such as...

  • how to open the car door
  • which pocket to keep his retainer box in
  • writing
  • holding his book while reading
  • playing the clarinet
  • gaming...a.k.a. playing video games
  • using the computer mouse
  • p.e.
  • bathroom habits
  • showering...although there was only limited concern attached to this one.
  • the playing of flag football

have i mentioned lately how much i am absolutely, head over heals, in love with this kid.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

don't worry mum, i'll be back in six months. she said confidently...


that was 22 years, 1 husband & 4 kids ago. and as much as i love, love, love to be right more often than not...i sure am glad i was totally off base on this one.


november 30th marked 22 years exactly, to the day in fact, since my arrival - which means i have now lived my life equally in australia and the united states. which in turn begs the question; am i an aussie or a yank?


while i absolutely love the life i have been blessed with here in america, and while i don't regret for a single moment my decision to marry and raise my family here...


i am, and will forever and always be, an AUSSIE.



and not to be all peter allen-ish and everything, but...i still call australia home.

Monday, December 1, 2008

november. thank goodness it only has 30 days...


november has been just a crazy, crazy month. november 1st came and it seemed we just hit the ground running. the highs have been high, and the lows have made me more aware of my blessings and the need to appreciate them more. it was one of those periods of time when you pick a date, somewhere in the seemingly too distant future, and view it as the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel...a date that calls and beckons like a steaming hot tub, a clean set of sheets. or that soft little wedge of space between earlobe and shoulder on a baby's neck.


it began with had a baby shower and a bridal shower, (not for the same person...although it would have freed up a much needed saturday had than been the case), it ended with a wedding this past saturday. and even as i type, i just received word that the latest great-grandbaby for the scarlett side has arrived safe & sound...mason anthony edwards. a 6lb 6oz, a bigger-than-his-size bundle of joy. in between though, we shopped for bridesmaid dress patterns, soon ditched that idea, and ended up shopping for actual bridesmaid dresses. how hard could it be? i'll tell you...we ended up driving to three different locations to collect the 3 different sizes we needed; now there's 5 hours of my life i'll never see again. then came the begging, hopeful borrowing, and possible stealing of shrugs; anything but having to sew them seemed like acceptable alternatives. friday morning was spent executing last minute alterations that i prayed would work and not look like something a squirrel had tried his hand at. friday night was dress rehearsal, putting up chairs for the ceremony, and dinner. the matrimonial festivities culminated in a beautiful wedding saturday morning as steven's niece, amanda, married the love of her life, carlos. they both looked so beautiful and full of the excitement of the day. at the last minute i became the official photographer, wishing all the while that i'd actually taken the classes i keep saying i need to take. thank goodness for digital and photoshop is my final word on that.


of course there was the infamous family history project where we, (by "we" i mean "i"), squeezed 3 months of family fact gathering into about 3 weeks; and while it can be done, it should be highly discouraged! we typed, re-typed, scanned, cut & pasted until i was ready to disown everyone and just say that connor was found on our door step one spring morning. ergo making any kind of family history null and void. anyway it's all done now, handed in, and a thing of the past. no pun intended. i'm just hoping i, oops, he gets a good grade! thank you everyone for coming through with stories and names and dates. you are sooo appreciated.


we all know about the change in calling that came mid-month, so we won't rehash that one. but i will add that i taught my first lesson this past sunday and didn't die of cotton mouth or hyper-tension. in fact it went really well. they invited me back next week and i think i'm going to love this new opportunity. it's really what i've needed. i love our ward - all their smiles of congratulations, support, and relief that it wasn't them, were a welcome sight as they entered and took their seats. i am so grateful we have a ward of smart, well versed individuals who are willing to share their thoughts and experiences. more thankfully, i can't think of one that i'd have to glance past for fear of them saying something that reaches way beyond the realm of "personal revelation" and might land us both in the stake presidents office.


the low came one friday as caitlin and i attended the funeral of a beautiful baby girl. she is the niece of one of caitlin's dearest friends, and began her battle for life even before she was born. her little heart fought from the moment she took breathe, and at two weeks Heavenly Father decided she had fought enough and called her home. it was heartbreaking, but the blessings and promises given to her family were beautiful. even though, i found myself wishing the lessons of life could somehow be a little more gentle for some.


thanksgiving day was a wonderful end to such chaos. steven's uncle larry and his wife kitty opened up their home to about 40-odd family members and friends. and by odd i mean 'give or take a few', not odd as in weird or peculiar...although we do proudly boast having a healthy and welcome dose of oddness. dinner in their home as been a family tradition since anyone can remember. kitty rents tables and chairs, sets out real china and silverware and puts up the most beautiful christmas tree. larry roasts up a couple of turkeys to perfection and makes his famous fresh green beans and peppers combination. we all bring our traditional offerings. there's renays world class buns, annette's vegetable tray, my mushrooms. karen brings mashed potatoes. and pies. ohhhhh, the pies.... the best part was that all of steven's family were in town; we haven't all been together since their dad passed away 18 months ago; this was a much more welcome reason for gathering. his sister lisa and her family came from california. we got to meet their new baby, brody, for the first time. we all fought for some brody time, which thankfully he didn't seem to mind, and soaked up as much of his babyness as we could. eric, becky and kids came down from thatcher. the kids have all grown so much. i love watching them as they hang out, and sleep over, and make the most of the short time they have together. i'm so grateful my kids have so much wonderful family. and again i am in awe of the power of family and the ability to step in place and pick up where they left off.


so now it is december, and i have the feeling that there is more chaos to come as christmas quickly approaches. but i have a goal. and i am resolute in my decision, not to let things get so crazy and out of hand that i look past the sacredness of this season just so i can find the light at the end of the tunnel. i am resolute in my decision to remember that the real Light comes from the birth and life of Christ. i am resolute in remembering that by looking to the Light, instead of past it, ensures that our lives will be happier, more joyful. even amid the chaos.



here's to a relatively chaos free and merry christmas to all....