October Montage

My kids and I agree that autumn is our favorite time of year. I love the crisp sunny October days (great for photos), but I also love the early nights and gray rainy days that make me feel like hunkering down with the kids and some hot soup. Time to cuddle up and read some good books. But October was crazy fun. As I finally downloaded all my pictures, I realized I could have gotten about 10 posts out of October events. So I'm going to hit you with a seemingly-random string of events and thoughts. These are the highlights, anyway.

You've heard of the six-million dollar man. How about the boy with the
six-thousand dollar smile? (Berk got his braces off.)

And Sam was soon to follow.



Mom and Syd got to go see Swan Lake, an entrancing ballet.
Thanks for the date, Syd.

Next, a big thanks to the Vials and our friend Nicolina for a sunny day in the country.
Nothin' beats eating chili in the hay.

Well, maybe jumping in leaves.

Or carving a pumkin in a barn.

Or touching the sky.

Next up:
Have you ever met Oreo and Panda? I took this picture with the thought of possibly putting them up for adoption on craig's list. We are divided on this though. Some of us subscribe to the notion that pets are a life-long commitment. I, however, am tired of reminding the kids to feed and play with them. What do you all think?


WHICH BRINGS US TO HALLOWEEN:

I burn myself on the oven. Sydney thinks fast and grabs some ice--
Maia thinks fast and grabs the camera.

I can't believe I didn't get a picture of Berkeley the alien-ninja with his friends on Halloween, but here are Sam, Syd and Maia with friends Gretchen and Parker.

And finally, friends, would you let your daughters go out with a boy like this?

How about a boy like this?


I love 'em both!

An Old Family Recipe

Doesn't this look delicious?

Ingredients:
Cardboard
Spray paint
Yarn
Puffy paint
Paper plate
Plastic utensils
Paper cup
Hot Glue


Assemble the above and add

ONE GIGGLY GIRL

p.s.
Who asked me this week why I love Halloween? Our conversation got cut off, but I kept thinking about it and here are my answers.
#1 Obviously, a chance to use the glue gun
#2 Chocolate? Hello, I've abstained ALL MONTH to make it that much more exciting (My kids know I get 10%)
#3 Traipsing around carefree in the dark
#4 Oohing and Ahhing all night at the neighborhood kids who come to the door; pretending to be scared by pint-sized goblins and ghosts

It's just good old-fashioned fun.

SURVIVAL OF THE SICKEST

I finished this book a week ago and can't get it out of my mind, so I think it needs a quick review.

Survival of the Sickest, by Dr. Sharon Moalem, explores and answers the question of why natural selection "failed" to weed out several hereditary diseases that are part of our genetic makeup. Moalem begins by explaining how some diseases have been passed on from generation to generation because they actually served an evolutionary purpose. These are diseases that kill us eventually, but they saved our ancestors from immediate threats, such as the bubonic plague.

Fairly interesting, right? Well, it gets even better. Many of the diseases we get actually control us for their own profit and benefit. It can be as simple as a sneeze, which helps propell the virus to find other hosts. Or more insidious, like an STD that increases sexual desire and reduces judgement. All those tropical parasites that make you itch do so for a reason.

Then it gets even more interesting. We have genetic coding that consists of innumerable "switches" that can be turned on and off based on our environment. This concept goes against everything I ever understood about genetics. For example, in one study fat yellow rats that came from a long line of fat yellow rats were given vitamin supplements in the first days of pregnancy, and they produced skinny brown rats. They still carried the fat yellow rat gene, but it was switched off because the fetus did not sense a threat to its future nutrition, so it's little body didn't need to hoard fat. Women who are on a junk food diet in the first days after conception trigger the switch that makes skinny babies, because they sense they are being born in harsh conditions and will need to be small to survive. Ironically it also triggers the switch to obesity in childhood and beyond, because they sense they will need to hoard fat later in life to survive. These traits are deeply set in our ancient DNA and helped our ancestors survive severe cold and famine. (I'm probably not explaining this accurately enough, but just giving you a taste of one aspect of the book that stuck with me.)

Aging unto death is another switch that is flipped. We are actually programmed to die. I can't do the explanation justice but it has to do with limiting rapid cell growth. In other words, aging is part of our bodies' defence agianst cancer.

So if you've ever wondered why we get sick or age, Survival of the Sickest is for you. I do not have a science background, but found this an easy and engaging read, Tipping Point- style. Five stars.

The book's website, For excerpts, reviews, etc.

must have been a beautiful baby

Dear Syd,

I love this picture because you shine so brightly in the sunset. In real life, you bring the sunshine to our family every day. Your enthusiasm for life bubbles over, sometimes into endless giggling, sometimes into singing and dancing. Your life is a happy musical and I'm just blessed to be a part of it! Happy Birthday, Syd!!! Thank you for seven wonderful years.

Love,
Mom

Syd with "Churro" and her Birthday Pies in the background
(Berkeley blogged about the fateful piemaking)

7 (better?) bits of Brenda Trivia

Okay, Bridget made fun of my last post so I'm going to try again. I'll admit that last attempt was a little lame, so I'm digging deeper into my childhood. I hope these pass muster because I doubt I can come up with 7 more.

1. I was the only Caucasian baby in the hospital where I was born in East Chicago.
2. My mom taught my kindergarten class in a little country church with a bell on top. One day we were running late so I had to come to school in my crocheted slippers.
3. I was considered an airhead in my family growing up. (I didn't discover my inner-nerd until graduate school.)
4. I broke my nose waterskiing. My ski flipped off and hit me right in the face. I was so panicked about all the blood I tried to get out of my life jacket in the water. I had to start my junior year of high school with two big black eyes.
5. For 18 months I was student body vice president and madame chair of the student council at my high school.
6. I was also a homecoming princess.
7. I went to community college for a year before my parents finally convinced me to leave the nest and go to BYU.

How's that? Now I want to hear 7-14 strange and interesting things about each of you.

7 bits of Brenda trivia

Okay, I don't claim that these are interesting things, just random unknown things. Everybody already knows about schizophrenic Brenda, right? (I was in a band and got my masters degree...) These are7 more up-close-and-personal bits:

1. I brush my teeth with hot water. I just like to, okay?
2. I love all things peanutbutter and chocolate--but not this month.
3. For the month of October, I'm doing a detox diet. No sugar, dairy, wheat, caffeine, or preservatives. I've fallen off the wagon twice already, both at social events. And I plan to fall hard on Halloween. (I'll probably do another post later about why I'm doing this.)
4. I'm not big on firm commitments.
5. I nap almost every day. 10-30 minutes. I can't get through the day otherwise. It's practically involuntary. My kids just deal with it.
6. I carry a book with me wherever I go, because I can't stand to be alone with my thoughts for more than a few seconds.
7. I like to cook but think of recipes as very loose guidelines.

If you read this, consider yourself tagged. What don't I know about you?

Four going on Fourteen

Maia started high school this year. Well, preschool at the high school. But it's "her" school, and she feels a sense of belonging as a "little warrior." Which is why she often sports her high school/preschool hoodie. Here she is posing as a smurf, holding our kitty Milo.


And tonight was her big night in her hoodie. The preschool kids got to lead the half-time parade at the Homecoming game tonight. Let me tell you, I think the last football game I went to was in 1989. It hasn't changed much--wet, cold, late, and long. And just like high school, I'm still much more interested in watching the marching band than the game. The half-time show was amazing and Sydney screamed her cheers for the awesome band and for Maia. We stayed just a few minutes past everyone's comfort level and left soaked to the skin.

try following this trail

"I'm Engr. Kevin Adkins. I am from Phoenix in Arizona, but currently based in Glasgow, Scotland...my son Alvin is coming for an holiday in the States, and i want him to be busy throughout. Therefore, i just want to know if he can always come to you and teach him good things on English every afternoon...I have someone that will always drive him down to your Place, I mean a Nanny. My Son's name is Alvin, he is 13 years old and he hardly excel in those aspects. I want you to calculate total charges for one month and get back to me so we can arrange payment..."

Okay, this email was not entirely strange because I am, after all, a reading and writing tutor. Engr. Kevin Adkins tracked me down through a website for a local SAT prep school. I teach for them regularly but they occassionally send me odd tutoring jobs as well. So I considered it, then got back to him with a price, thinking I'd probably not hear from him again.

Things just got weirder. Engr. Kevin Adkins was evasive about his son's travel plans, but insistent about sending money right away. I told him that students generally bring a check with them, for the price of that session. I discouraged him from sending money ahead of time and I felt like making up a reason to back out all together.

Then a check came, FedEx, from Ohio. It was $2980 MORE than the price of a month of lessons. It is from Suntrust Bank in Altanta, from the Coca-Cola company. With the check were instructions to deposit the money, deduct my fees and any other expenses, and to wire the excess money back to Tara Gill in Washington D.C. I felt slightly freaked out at this point, thinking, at best this is a money laundering scheme. Could I ignore it or was it my civic duty to report it? My friend "Kevin" was now calling, possibly from Nigeria, to see when I would wire the money. At least I knew not to pick up the phone when I saw the international number.

I consulted my wisest friends. Bridget laughed and said, "I think you need to call the police." Scott explained the apparently common "check overpayment scam" (You cash it, wire the money, a few days later it bounces, your money is gone.) Carl and Ken said it sounds Nigerian, and sent helpful links. Everyone was entertained.

So I searched for where I should report this attempted fraud. I called the National Trade Commision--they took a report, but said they will not do anything about it. They said I should give the check to my local police. So I talked to an officer. He basically said he could make a report but there is nothing they can or will try to do. He said I could shred the check (it's still hanging on my wall). He also gave the brilliant suggestion that we should all be careful about who we meet through the internet (end public service announcement).

In the meantime "Kevin" is emailing and calling because now his nanny and son are somewhere waiting for the money. It's urgent they get it so they can get on the plane in time for our lessons to begin. My dad said I should tell "Kevin" that I actually needed all the money to bail my dad out of jail--he was in for assaulting a Nigerian-check-scammer. (My dad has Charles Bronson-inspired theories of justice.) Instead I told "Kevin" I couldn't get to the bank for a few days. I figured if I stalled, at least I was wasting some of his time. It was obviously quite laborious for him to compose his daily emails.

The whole situation had become a source of amusement, but I hadn't had quite enough closure (which I gauged by my lack of desire to blog about it), so I called Suntrust Bank. They said "is it from Coca-Cola? We've seen a lot of those." That took the humor out of it for me. That means people were actually trying to cash them??? That's just sad.

So I lied and told "Kevin" I had been to the bank, and would just wait for the check to clear. A few days later he sent me several local addresses of businesses where I could wire the money. "Kevin" is thorough like that. Then this message:

"I really don't know why I have not read from you because the check has already cleared into your account and the Nanny is waiting to receive the fund from you.... (it goes on)
Waiting to hear from you soonest."

I finally decided to end it:

"Kevin, or whatever-your-real-name-is,
How's the weather in Nigeria? Good, I hope. I can't believe you persist with this. You must know why you haven't "read" from me. You can drop the charade, unless you were really just looking for a pen pal all along. In which case, get back to me "soonest."
Adios, muchacho!
Brenda"

So that was the end of my brush with international check fraud. Hope you enjoyed it more than I did!

New Shoes

I just love that feeling of fall coming around the corner--a new school year like a life preserver being thrown my way. That hope that we'll finally get our acts together in this new school year and strike the perfect balance of sleep, play, homework, sports, church, and family time. Hopefully not in that order. I get truly excited as I map out everyone's schedules on the calendar, and each day is a sensible square, lined and stacked in a larger square. And even though we'll be busy it will all be there, color coded and predetermined. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE summer and the craziness of going everywhere and doing everything from nature hikes to library fountains, but I am at that point where I need structure. I need that big yellow bus to pull up and these bright new shoes to march on and get carried away! Happy back-to-school!

Where's Waldo? And where Is Waldo's fan club???

Sometimes the phrase "better late than never" just doesn't fit the occasion. It's really and truly just best to be on time.

My family just got back from Waldo Lake, which is east of Eugene in the mountains, near Willamette Pass ski area. This lake is amazing. It's so clean you can see to depths of over 100 feet. It contains no fish or plant life because it doesn't have a permanent influx of water. No motor boats are allowed, so there is no pollution. Just crystal blue peace and beauty. We arrived on Friday night just in time to see the lake go from this:

to this:

As we canoed on it, looking through the blue water at sunken logs, stones and white silt, Mike and I thought of the deep pools of hot water at Yellowstone. Only this water was cold--too cold for me. The kids, however, swam from sunrise to sunset. They mostly ran back and forth on this platform with cousins, trying to rock it and throw each other off.

We were there in honor of my brother Neil, who was running "Where's Waldo,"
a national championship 100K race, which is roughly 62 miles of mountainous trails. It takes about 10 hours to run 100 kilometers. That's if you are super fast. Course-record fast. It would take more like 1 week for me, and I'd be dying at that. Of the ~70 people enrolled in the race, several took over 14 hours. Some even longer. Some, of course, came to their senses and dropped out altogether.

Neil has this down to a science. He studied the course and could tell us down-to-the-minute where he would be at mile 30, the half-way point, which happens to be right by our campground and an easy location to cheer him on. We did not attempt any other check points. We got there about 15 minutes early and were able to see the 3 runners in front of Neil, all young (not in his age group) and looking good. It was exciting. Neil came in about 9 minutes behind the lead, and one of his shoes and socks was bothering him so he swapped it. Only the one foot mind you, which saved precious seconds but drew amused attention from onlookers. We refilled and reshirted and shoed him, and sent him on his way. He had told us the course record for the finish would be about 3:15 pm, so we aimed for that time to see the winners come in. Alas, there was already some clapping when we pulled in at 3:13. We thought we'd look around and see what was going on, then get in position to cheer for Neil. But alas, he was already there! New course record, first place OVERALL! National champion of the 100K!

Better late than never? I don't think so. I can't get over missing that amazing win!

And maybe there is something to this strategy after all:

Lessons from Wall-E

Have you seen Wall-E yet? While we were cruising, my parents came and stayed with our kids. My mom said she felt like the robot in Wall-E--the vacuum who followed Wall-E around because his directive was to clean up dirt.

This was funny to me, not just because the kids do seem to leave a little trail of messes in their wake, but also because I kept thinking of Wall-E while we were away. I felt like we were the overweight, hover-crafting cruisers, whose "directive" for the bulk of the movie was INDULGE. We ate and napped, ate and napped. No dishes, no laundry, no cleaning. As wonderful as it was, I really wouldn't want life to go on like that, because I would become less of a thinking/moving person. And over time, there would be a loss of bone density...just kidding.

But seriously, as for the current controversy about whether Wall-E is liberal propaganda, I want to hear what everyone thinks. One commentator called it a 90 minute lecture, an animated Inconvenient Truth. To me it was SO entertaining I didn't think to take offense. I only chuckled at the irony of paying $42 for my admittedly large family (at matinée pricing) to learn that mindless entertainment and indulgence is dangerous, with DisneyPixar as our teacher... hmmm.

Maybe if it makes us uncomfortable, it's because we are deep-down uneasy about our ultra-lux lifestyle. Maybe we know we are too attached to the pleasure-seeker-within. Or maybe we simply don't want our cartoons to preach to us (unless it's veggietales?). At any rate, I can't believe that DisneyPixar has any agenda other than one: selling stuff. This time around, I happened to like the stuff. How about you all? Offended, entertained, validated? What did you get out of Wall-E?

the final frontier

Settle down, trekies, I'm talking about ALASKA. We just got back.

We took a cruise with Mike's parents, brothers, and their wives up the inside passage, to Juneau, Skagway, and Ketchikan. It's funny, it took me a couple of days to wind down and settle into the trip, after all the stress and exhaustion of getting ready to go. And the anxiety over leaving my kids for so long. I couldn't just enjoy--I had to unwind my nerves first.

It was beautiful and amazing and a special bonding time for everyone. What a rare experience to have the adults together for so long--we got to know each other in a different way. We laughed and played games most nights. We had an amazing private sacrament/testimony meeting that lasted 2 hours. Everyone cried and shared their love for each other and the Savior. Mike's family is full of amazing people.

Travel synopsis: At Juneau Mike and I kayaked in a peaceful inlet with a glacier view. We saw lots of jumping salmon and a half dozen bald eagles. At Skagway Mike went mountain biking alone, while I toured the town and found a cybercafe from which to email the kids and my parents. I bought souvenirs and walked a lot. The weather was better than we expected. We hardly saw any rain. It was gorgeous like the northwest, but surrounded by snowy mountains. We had a day at sea in Glacier Bay, where we saw lots of humpback whales, and we saw ice "calving" from the glacier. It sounded like an explosion each time ice would break away then crash into the water. Then we sailed to Ketchikan, where we went on a zip-line/rock-climbing adventure. That was the highlight for me. All 10 of us adults did it together. Grandpa and Grandma were good sports. Then we all went to a lumberjack show. Every night we had dinner together, and we informally met up at other meals as well. It was the perfect ratio of couple time/alone time/large group time. And fabulous food and weather. Overall, a great trip.

So now I'm home and SO glad to bask in my kids' bubbly presence (except Berk, who is not bubbly AND not here--I can't wait to see him after scout camp). Big thanks to my parents, who helped make this possible!

Camp Alpine Reunion 2008

Sam, walking the tight rope.

Me!

Sam.

Maia and Mike.

Syd, under the waterfall.

Siblings.

Berkeley.

Boy cousins at the archery range.

Girl cousins on the bridge.

Maia just can't wait to get her swimsuit on.

Just a quick post-in-pictures to give a taste of the best reunion ever. I can't go to this place without fantasizing about building a home right in the middle of the meadow and living there. (Operative word: fantasizing.) Happy 70th birthday, mom! Thanks for building the zip-line, Mike. Thanks for teaching the kids soldering and the finer points of electronics, Ken. Thanks for buying all the food and for the geocache and hiking trips, Dad. Thanks for bringing the fun relatives from France, Sheryl, and for planning the fabulous menu. And thanks to all for the wacky talent show. I love my family!

Waiting for the crash....Oh, there it is

Can I tell you about our weekend? Late nights, non-stop fun, non-stop junk food. And the kids kept going strong...until today. But let me back up.

Mike took Friday off and we drove up to the Great Wolf Lodge in Grand Mound, WA. So here is my official review. Skip this paragraph if you don't care about the Great Wolf Lodge. There was a line at check-in. The decor was rustic and whimsical. You can buy a $25 wand that lets you do a series of interactive "quests" all around the premises, which was almost as fun and engaging as the waterpark. They let you start swimming at 1pm the day you check in, and until 10pm the day you check out. The waterpark was crowded but thoroughly enjoyable. There is a wave pool, a playstructure with waterslides. Two tube-slides. A slide that makes you feel as though you are being flushed down a giant toilet. A kiddie pool, hot tub, and a larger pool with toys and basketball hoops and a lily-pad crossing. Did I mention it was crowded? The lines for the big slides lasted 5 to 15 minutes. The restaurants looked overpriced, but we relied solely on what we brought. The rooms had minifridges and microwaves. So we were all set with ravioli, bagels, and sandwiches. After check-out we did eat one meal in the parking lot, which may seem undignified but was truly just fine. The room was fun--with a "log cabin" for the kids. The wrist bands were handy, acting as a room key and credit card, so you could wander around wrapped in a towel and have everything you need. We would go again...just not too often.

So when we walked in I realized right off that I forgot my camera. And my gut feeling was relief. "Oh, I can just enjoy this and not worry about getting good pictures of everything. No scrapbook pages to do, maybe no blog post." We stayed up super late having fun, then were up and ready in time to enter the pool right at 9:00 when it opened. Then Saturday night we went to John's house (Mike's brother) and stayed up even later. I thought the kids would crash for sure, but their cool teenage cousins revived them (and kept them up). We drove home Sunday and everyone stayed awake in the car and was ready and chipper for our 1-4:00 pm church. I thought they would crash early Sunday evening. But no, everyone played happily. This is the girls after church. Totally wired.


But then everyone had trouble getting to sleep, and needed drinks and comfort until well after 10:30. We got up this morning and went to the library and zoo. And finally...there are some tears this afternoon, some whining, and I'm debating whether to turn on the tv. Not because I'm opposed to tv, but because I think it will make them all fall asleep. Which might not be that bad, actually.

Amazing dads

My kids have an amazing dad. All of my nieces and nephews have amazing dads. All my kids' friends have amazing dads. Mike and I have amazing dads.

In a world where dads are becoming an increasingly precious and rare commodity, I feel blessed to know so many amazing dads. Keep it up, dads!

Aye, Where's the rub? (Costco, part 2)

I don't know how many of my faithful readers were converted to Thai Rub (from a previous Costco post). It's a delicious barbecue spread from the deli section. Not a dry spice rub, but an oily, peppery paste. SO good on Bridget's favorite salmon burgers. But it's GONE!!! If anyone knows where to find it, let me know!

But almost making up for that sad loss is "Franz whole grain white bread" with no fewer than SIX grams of fiber per slice. Can't beat that. My SIL Velvet told me you shouldn't eat bread with less than 5 grams of fiber per slice, which is hard to find. Unless you buy the bird-seed bread, which doesn't go over well with everyone. My kids were so excited to see white bread in our kitchen--I was the hero of the day!

Any good Costco finds? Please share!

my birthday month

I woke up this morning with the sad realization that my birthday month has come to an end. As usual, I celebrated more than necessary the passing of another year of life, brendacentric-style.

I try to control my birthday, because I am a control freak and I don't react well to surprises. I'm sure hours of therapy could unravel that mystery, but anyway, my most embarrassing moment was screaming at my kids to get in the car and then opening the door to find (to my horror) several of my friends singing "happy birthday." They delivered a sumptuous breakfast and a birthday balloon. I doubt any of them love me anymore, but it was nice, and yummy.

I requested a slip-n-slide party, which Sarah delivered, along with strawberry shortcake. And here I am in a swimsuit. You're not going to see that every day, especially not on my blog. And here with Breezy, Heidi, and Sarah.

So then we left for Utah, and arrived, in time to tour temple square on my actual birthDAY. Cool, eh? A big highlight was this lemon poppyseed cake, (a recipe will appear on a future post). It was a cake-doctor kind of thing Velvet scouted out. So I have to give a major shout-out to my sister-in-law, Velvet, who patiently listened as my brother Carl outlined my ideal menu, and kindly agreed to take care of it all. And THEN found out that it was my birthday. I would have been like, "Your sister wants what? Who is she, the queen of Sheba?" But Velvet is just nice like that. Coming to town? I'll bake you a cake. Whatever kind you like. Nice. I could do a whole post and more on how cool Velvet is.

A funny side-note about cousin-bonding (it doesn't all have to be about my birthday month, right?) Maia, Sydney and Grace, Laura and Kate decided to have a sleep-over the first night. They were way too keyed up for that. Kate (18 months, in a big-girl bed) understandably thought it was a "party-in-their-room" and had no intention of sleeping. As I went down to bed, there was still a ruckus going on, and I saw Maia surreptitiously open the door, place bewildered Kate outside, and shut the door. Of course I put Kate back in, took Maia out, and that was the end of that.

Then the next morning Angela, who thank goodness didn't know it was my birthday, made this fabulous praline-topped french toast casserole. (Am I focusing on food? Is that a problem?) Angela and Mark are our marriage twins--we got married on the same day--and the BFFs of our pre-kid/first-baby stage, before they moved away to pursue advanced degrees. (I have to be clear about who left whom. Sniff.) We hadn't seen each other in many years and honestly, we all look GREAT. Better than ever, even. We aren't quite the hippy, musician, artist, poet, idealist, commune-dwellers that we used to be (Mike and I never lived in a commune, but we hung out at Mark and Angela's), but we are still cool in our hearts. Just busy and loving the regular things in life. Like our kids. It was good for my soul to see them. And to see Angela's post about our visit. Stop by and see what a talented writer she is.

And then there was the night at Aunt Gail's in Pleasant Grove. Sitting in her dining room that used to be my grandpa's library, I felt transported as my mind visited so many fancy family dinners in that same spot when it was my grandparent's house. My happy place. I used to love Grandma Norma's homemade rolls (which mysteriously had no recipe) and homemade raspberry jam...but I realized those were not the necessary things. We sat at the same table and ate PIZZA (sorry, grandma) and I was just as happy. Almost to tears. If I could just have Oregon AND the people in that room I'd be in heaven. And the people in Oregon. Hmmm...too much to ask for, I know. Gail broke out s'more stuff and we had a fire on the equally familiar back porch. This is me feeling joy. Blissed out by the fire.

Here is everyone at Carl's. Carl is in the center, standing over Velvet, Grace and Laura (oh shoot, where is Kate?). Grant and Ruth are on the far right, next to Aunt Gail, holding their little Hazel. Grant, to me, is still the kid who used to be Mike's play-mate and co-conspirator when we lived in Utah. They rode their bikes the length of the Oregon trail with my brother Ken. They got lost and suffered hypothermia in Wyoming, in August. They built dirt jumps and sustained injuries goofing off. A broken bone, even. They designed and built ski bikes and dreamt of starting a company together. They got lost and stranded half a night on Mt. Hood, resulting in frost bite for Grant. And it wasn't all adventures--it was a lot of late night pizzas and conversations and laughing at "deep thoughts." And now Grant is all grown up and heading for his PhD in Texas. Not to mention married with child(ren).

It's almost hard to go back because things change so much you never can go back. But these new memories are hard to beat too. For example, here is Mike's butt on our last day.

I know, it's super cute, isn't it?
The way he's playing with the kids, I mean. With childlike abandon.

Ken and Neil

Two posts in one day? I just had to throw in the picture of my big brothers together after Neil's 50K. He was first in his age class again this year, and I learned that if you go cheer him on, he shares his loot. I got a beautiful MacForest 50K mug. I feel guilty I didn't earn it the hard way, but that ain't gonna happen in this lifetime.

Great job, Neil! And thanks for letting me hang out with you, Ken. Great picnic, good times. Oh, literally seconds after crossing the finish line, Neil pauses to look at a cricket caught by our cute niece.

Mother's Day

What a great day. I spent the morning at my mom and dad's. My dad pampered us with a deluxe breakfast. I drove home and found that Mike and boys had made MAJOR progress around the yard and house. (We're prepping for siding and patio people to come in and give our house a face-lift.) Even did a load of laundry. Hurray. Then the kids piled me up with homemade cards. Tender thoughts from Berkeley: "Sorry I'm a grumpy teenager. Just ignore everything I say for the next 5 years." Sydney must have made a card a day for the last week and had them all carefully stashed and ready to present today. The kids sang in sacrament meeting, then I went home with sick Sam. I got a long nap and a long walk, and Mike's specialty barbecued chicken dinner. I'm so grateful to be a mom to these fun children. The greatest gift I have been noting lately is the way my girls love each other. They play happily and peacefully (for the most part) and just really adore each other.

I'm trying to remember that feeling gratitude for all the little shining moments can erase anger and anxiety. I focus too much on all the things I want to be doing...all the great programs, plans, and parenting techniques I mean to implement. When there are truly so many great things we already are doing. And the kids are thriving. Focusing on the shining moments clears away the hazy film of stress and despair. Thanks, Angela, for your post on shining moments. She refers to where M. Russell Ballard says:

What can you do, as a young mother, to reduce the pressure and enjoy your family more?

First, recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction.

Author Anna Quindlen reminds us not to rush past the fleeting moments. She said: “The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”(Loud and Clear [2004], 10–11).

I'll end on that note. Happy Mother's Day!

~30 of my favorite times with you, Carl

Watching you laugh when you were a toddler. Being the only one in the family who understood your language. Watching you demolish the newspaper until you were covered in newsprint.

Sheryl and I dressing you up as "Carla." Beads, clip-on earrings, dress, make-up. Why did you never resist us?

Having you call home when you were at Olympics of the Mind, and having your team sing "Happy Birthday" to me.

The summer you were 13. Taking you to high rock (...sorry about the naked people). Getting you to jump first off the unfamiliar cliff (sheesh...sorry about that, too. glad you're not paralyzed).

Same summer. Taking you to the fish ladder and shouting back and forth in the tunnel to be sure you hadn't drowned. Getting mad at mom because she wanted you home by a certain time. (What's wrong with hanging out all night with college kids???)

Playing ping-pong and pool at the Institute.

Churnin' butter.

Pulling into a McDonald's on a road trip, bleary-eyed and hungry. You were a teenager. You walked up to the counter and the McDonald's worker just stared at you. You waited for awhile, then asked "shouldn't you be taking charge of this conversation?"

Mountain biking with you and Mike in Brandis Woods. Cleaning mud off the bikes after.

You grabbing the squeegee from me at the gas station, because I was doing it all wrong. Being genuinely impressed by your window-washing skills.

Taking you to the M.T.C. (almost as good as picking you up 2 years later).

Talking about books. And libraries. And books about libraries. Talking about religion, history, philosophy, alchemy...developing ESP...(insert Twilight Zone music).

Maintaining stoic faces on the roller coasters at Disneyland, while everyone around us screamed.

Seeing my very first nutria, ugly as sin, on the way home from the Cure concert in Paul's vintage Jag. Thank goodness we didn't hit the thing.

Speaking of Paul, the time you two came to Provo fueled by that suspicious homemade root-beer. (Somehow Mike and I ended up stuck with a broken-down Jag.) Having you sleep on our couch for weeks at a time. Lounging all day, really. Then magically awakening to go for a run around midnight each night.

Sharing, more-or-less, the same taste in music.

Meeting Velvet at the Chinese buffet.

Seeing you baptize Velvet.

Seeing you marry Velvet...and watching Berkeley-the-ring-bearer do the potty dance throughout the ceremony. Seeing you dance with Mom at the wedding.

Seeing you and Velvet sealed a few months later.

Buying computers from you and torturing you with expectations of life-long technical support.
Getting life-long technical support.

Asking you questions and having you answer in a humble fashion, embarrassed that you know more than me, about just about everything. Watching you love your little girls.

Playing Settlers with Carl-and-Velvet rules.

Going to Washington D.C. last year. Talking to you on the airplane.

Seeing you plagued like Job. Shingles? Who gets Shingles? The same guy who is struck by appendicitis and pneumonia. Maybe that's not really a favorite, but how about when you Googled shingles, just so you could know the full spectrum of symptoms you could fake? Happy 30th, little bro.