Bryce's Uncle Jeff and Aunt Diana were here for a few days so we all got together at the Liberty church for some good food and fun. Grandma Jennie had everyone play volleyball (the younger kids played in the nursery-or spent time in the kitchen stealing pickles and olives lol) and it was so much fun just to goof around and laugh together. Brandt loves volleyball so he was super excited, but some of the kids had never played before. My favorite part was helping some of them learn how to do the basics like serve and then watch them succeed at getting it over the net. It reminded me how much I loved coaching. Maybe one of these days when my life slows down a little...
Monday, April 14, 2014
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Anyone who knows me well has heard me say that with my children I am NEVER bored-and I repeat that phrase often. Bryce left bright and early this morning for a fencing job, and both kids were up and running soon after he walked out the door. They rarely sleep in and they aren't known for sitting quietly and watching Saturday morning cartoons while I try to catch a few extra moments of Zzzzz's. Oh no, they do things like climb to the top of cupboards and find paints (that I've been looking for for over a month by the way) and start craft projects at 7:30 in the morning. What fun is it to just paint a wooden car, though? Why not paint each other, too? So, what kind of mom lets them participate in such activities and then sends them outside by 8 am to jump on the trampoline so the body paint could dry on a chilly, breezy April morning? Um, that would be me. I figure they could be doing a lot worse-like for example when Brandt took my car keys at 5 am and was going to drive himself over to The Bear Lake Country Cabins to get a pop out of their vending machine-when he was THREE YEARS OLD. Thankfully at that age he wasn't quiet or sneaky about anything so I heard him run down the hall and out the back door and was able to apprehend him before he got behind the steering wheel.
So, this morning started off with a bang and didn't slow down one bit-at least for Brandt. Kylie did at least have some down time playing quietly and watching cartoons when she wasn't joining her brother in his adventures, but buddy stayed busy every second of the day. He spent time with the dogs and "training" as well as "racing" the horses. He started to build a "log cabin" out in the field with the long poles that used to be our front fence. Even when he fell down and was tired from lugging them all over the field, he hopped right back up and kept at it. Until he got a little distracted, that is, and wandered down to the wood shed where I found him trying to use the hand saw. "Don't worry, mom. I'm big enough and I totally know what I'm doing." I guess at least it wasn't the huge ax this time-been there, done that... So after I took the saw away, he threw a large stack of "his boards for his fort" out into the driveway-where they stayed until his dad got home and made him throw them all back in-because before he could build anything with them he had already moved on to another activity. He let the dogs out and rounded them back up again. He played in the garden spot-digging holes and looking for worms. He played with his Legos and Lincoln Logs. He tipped over my rocking chair and piled blankets over and around it for a make-shift tent. This was all before noon, and I'm sure that I've left out a dozen or more things. All in all, it was a pretty typical morning at home with my kids and a good example of why I try hard to choose to go with the flow and laugh instead of expect perfection and yell. It's also a good example of why I pray always for the safety of my favorite little people and why I'm so thankful for their guardian angels.
Later in the day we were pleasantly surprised with a visit from Maleri, Jolie, and Bridger. The cousins have such a great time playing together and it honestly gives me a bit of a break because Jo and Bridger keep my kids entertained and Jo is good about keeping Brandt out of too much mischief. Bryce let each of the kids take turns riding the 4-wheeler with him while he harrowed the field, which they loved and so did I because it gave me a quick second to get something ready for dinner. Then came the hardest part of my day-trying to get all the paint washed off so they'll be ready for church tomorrow. :)

I absolutely believe that this quote from Elder Holland is the truth. That doesn't mean I think it's always a simple thing to live up to. It's easy to get weighed down with all the negatives surrounding us in this crazy world and to forget to look outside of ourselves and our own struggles long enough to show our love and appreciation for others. It seems that we are being attacked from every angle-especially in our homes-by everything from smut streaming in on our TVs, computers, and phones to having our time spread so thin by the millions of demands put on us that it's nearly impossible to give the amount of time we should to the things of lasting importance-like loving those around us.
Recently a dear friend shared the following thought with me-"in the home we have the greatest opportunity to be Christlike. We see our family members as they are-we know their greatest strengths, but we also know their greatest weaknesses. We know all the mistakes they make, but we love them anyway. Christ loves us no matter what!"
How true that is! Within the walls of my home we have dealt with multiple mental health issues which can often be the hardest illnesses to deal with and overcome-largely in part because of how much of the outside world views them. It's hard to cope with the erratic behaviors of those I love and try to help-and it's even harder to be patient with it when many of those behaviors happen over and over again. I tend to be happier when I can look for the positive moments-although fleeting at times-and try to see my family members as I imagine my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ see them. It also helps to try to do more laughing than yelling-not always an easy task, but one that makes a huge difference in the atmosphere of our home. On the flip side, my family also sees me at my best as well as my worst-they are the only ones who typically see me first thing in the morning with crazy hair and no make-up for example (definitely a scary thing!) and they are also the ones who are most likely to see me when I am exhausted after being up day and night with a sick child and work and seriously lacking in the department of patience, but they love me anyway. Many of us have family members (or friends) who we see the "bad side" of a lot more often than the good side. Our job is to continue to try to see them as Christ does and love them anyway. That doesn't mean we have to encourage the negative or love the mistakes they make-but maybe just that we need to try to be understanding of the struggles that may have led them to those mistakes and try harder to give them the benefit of the doubt and look for something, anything, even the smallest degree, of good in them-and maybe even point that good out to them. Maybe that's one of the reasons that the scriptures tell us to pray for our enemies-maybe it isn't so much to change them, but to soften the way we see them. Everyone is fighting some kind of battle, some seen, some unseen, and it isn't our job to judge the way they handle it-we just need to show love and kindness- even if it isn't reciprocated. The best place to start changing the world with love is within the walls of our own homes (and I might add within the walls of our workplace, our school, our church, our neighborhood-wherever we are close to others). There are opportunities every day to see the weaknesses of those around us, which means there are also opportunities to choose to either focus on those shortcomings or look for their strengths and love them anyway. I have been trying harder to adopt this practice for myself, and it makes a difference in how I look at others as well as how I feel about myself. This is something that I hope to teach my children, as well, partially for selfish reasons-hopefully that way they will be less likely to remember my bad hair days and impatient moments and more likely to remember my good days and patient moments. Hopefully they'll remember that we had fun singing and dancing together not that I may sing off-key and have no clue how to dance. Hopefully they'll remember that I spent time playing with them at the pool and beach not how I looked in my swimsuit (buddy has told me two times in the past week that I'm getting fatter-tact is obviously not one of his strong points lol). Hopefully they'll remember that I tried to keep our family together through daily prayer and scripture study and weekly church attendance, and although I often failed and it's often a fight to get it done, I TRIED-hopefully that it was important enough to keep trying will stick with them more than the times it seemed like utter chaos and complete torture. And hopefully as they grow and go out into the world, they can spread Christlike love through righteousness and change the world!
Sunday, April 6, 2014
The Many Faces of Brandt
Friday, April 4, 2014
I always get a little nervous when I get to my mom's to pick up my kids after work and she looks at the two of them and says, "ok, you two, tell her what you did." I've heard tales of everything from Kylie coloring on their big screen TV with crayon to Brandt starting fires out by the haystack. They have now started conspiring together in much of their mischief, which definitely means double trouble! The most recent conspiracy was calling 911...TWICE! Thankfully the nice dispatcher called my mom to ask if everything was ok before she sent out the troops. Brandt was quick to point out that his sister had called, and she was very willing to credit him with coming up with the idea and then showing her which numbers to dial. We of course explained that this was a resource that should only be used in an emergency, to which buddy replied, "it was an emergency! Schap's bit my leg!" In reality it was barely a scratch that he got while he was playing with the dog. This coming from the kid who can be injured and bleeding all over the place and not cry or say a word about it to anyone. We tried to be at least a little stern with them in telling them they shouldn't call 911 like that, but it was hard not to laugh about it. The story unfolded more a few days later when buddy was excitedly telling his counselor (and me) about the other number they called that they saw on the TV and the "coo-coo" guy that answered it. He was happy to tell me that he was trying to order me "this really cool thing that makes your hair on your arms and legs disappear but it isn't a razor or anything and it won't even cut you!" Hopefully it was a toll free call, lol! Apparently grandma needs to keep better track of her phone... :)
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