Friday, October 14, 2016

Matthew James is 2!!

Poor Lucky Seven hasn't had his baby book updated, um, ever.  And he doesn't get frequent quotables posted on the blog.  And he never gets to do anything except wander around the house while I teach algebra to Joshua or ride for hours in the car while I drop off his siblings very which place.

So, Matthew, here is a birthday post just for you.  I'm going to interview you while you stand there pulling everything out of the cupboard and your responses will be recorded for all posterity.

What is your favorite thing?

Um, bean!  Um, this book.

What book is that?


But who is it about?



Uh-huh!  Bat!  Man!

How old are you?

Um, two.

What did you do yesterday?

Car!  Vroom, vroom!

Did we go on the BART?

Yeah!  Again!  Again!  *crying now* Again?

You want to go again?

Yeah! Vroom, vroom!

What is on your shirt?


What color is it?

Um, here.

Yeah, but what color is it?

Um, green!

No it's red.


Who is your favorite person?

Bean!  Reillee! (That's Benjamin and Reillee)

What is your favorite thing?

Bean.  Night-night.  (Bean is also binky.)

Are you ready for bed right now?

No, play now.

What are you going to play?


And there you have it.  Happy Birthday, Matthew!  You are smart and independent and always ready to fight for what's yours....including those chicken nuggets that you stole from a stranger at the park and shoved in your mouth before she could stop you.  Well done!

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

Summer 2016 Highlights

Of Mouthguards and Fingernails

Many moons ago, Kayde got her finger slammed in the door.  (A future blog post should be entitled:  Kayde's Injuries:  A Compilation.) It was immediately obvious that her poor middle finger was going to eventually lose it's fingernail.  A few months went by, in which Kayde kept that poor finger bandaged and protected and would NOT let us see it or rip off that poor, sorry excuse for a fingernail.

Eventually, though, the nail fell off, leaving a finger resembling a hairless cat.  EWWW!!  Days went by where Kayde flipped everybody off, showing them her nail-less middle finger.  (We may have taken lots of pictures and made an inappropriate meme (thanks, Beth!).)  She gleaned sympathy and chuckles and pretty soon we forgot about the incident.

Benjamin has been taking Tae Kwon Do now for nearly three years.  He needs to bring a mouthguard to every single class.  WE HAVE PURCHASED NO LESS THAN 30 MOUTHGUARDS IN THREE YEARS!! That boy can't remember his mouthguard to save his life.  He brings it to class and leaves it there.  He puts it in his bag and it mysteriously disappears.  He remembers to bring it home from TKD, but loses it somewhere between the car and the front door.  He loses it between purchasing it and walking in to class.  He brings home the case with the mouthguard mysteriously missing.  He has spent every single dime of his allowance on mouthguards and still will need to buy a new one today before class.  It's truly a talent.

I've been reflecting on this past school year and it occurs to me that it's been a lot like the fingernail and the mouthguard.

Sure, I've moved twice and lost my mom and faced unemployment and tried to keep up on my calling and took in a stray and homeschooled two very different kids and done that blasted 11 a.m. kindergarten pick-up every single terrible day.....but like Kayde's finger, I've hidden it close to me and protected it under a bandage of "I'm fine, this is fine, everything is fine!"

But just like that stupid mouthguard, if I keep doing the same thing over and over I'm going to keep having the same result.  How much time did I spend lecturing about keeping-track-of-your-stuff when I should have been getting to the bottom of the mouthguard issue?  (Benjamin is afraid of sparring so purposely loses his mouthguard so he can sit out.  A-HA!  We can work on that now!)

So now I'm working on getting to the bottom of my issues....(actually, we're scratching the surface here.  It's all the emotional space I have.  Baby steps.)

It occurs to me that last year I should have put the kids back in school.  Tried better to feel at home in our temporary home.  Made a friend and figured out a carpool.  Delegated more.  Eaten more chocolate.  Found time to exercise.  Blogged.  Some things I couldn't have changed.  The life we have chosen will never be slow and steady, but I could have reached outside myself just a little bit more and flipped people off instead of keeping that fingernail-less finger all shriveled up under a dirty old band-aid.

This year, we have purchased a home.  We have a new job that Luke loves.  I'm homeschooling only one kid.  I've got carpool helpers and kids that can bike to school.  I've got amazing new counselors in YW.  Other miracles have happened!  And there are internal controls that I'm working on, too.  Most importantly, I'm trying to be more honest with myself about when and where I am scared and need a little help--Dude, I would want to sit out sparring classes, too!

Guess what I noticed yesterday?  Kayde's fingernail is all grown back and looks just as healthy as can be.  It's a perfect little fingernail and I think I will take a minute to paint it today so she can be ready for her first day of preschool carpool.  I won't forget my mouthguard.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Kaylyn Del

Okay, this girl is cracking me up and making me crazy.  

She swings from being incredibly social, making herself at home at our new neighbors houses, talking to everybody at the kids' being the most stubborn anti-social kid I've ever seen.  She won't do gymnastics because there is a boy in the class, she won't go to Sunbeams because it's not in the right classroom, and heaven forbid the dentist even ask her to sit in the chair!

{watching Sam get her teeth cleaned}

I love how she declares herself to be the mom, making me the big sister, so that she can have a phone!  And drive!  And have screen time!  And tell Matthew what to do!

I love how she is suddenly the little sister when it is time to clean!  Or when Matthew decides he's had enough already!  And how she screams bloody murder while he grabs her hair and pulls with all his might and a mischievous smile on his face.  

I love how she hides my phone under her bed and then says, "I don't know where you're phone is, but it's not under my bed.  It's not!"

I love how she says she needs a drink, but sneaks goldfish crackers instead.  And how she thinks I don't know because they are hidden behind her back.

I love how she says, "Ellow bomama!"  And I'm sure going to miss it when she starts speech therapy.

So I'll eat lots of "Ellow bomamas "...dipped in chocolate, of course, to stifle the sad feeling of another baby growing up.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

2015 Makes Me Tired

January -- 2015 started with a new calling as the Young Women's President.  It's busy and challenging and emotionally taxing at times, but how I love those girls and the leaders I serve with!

February -- Birthday season commenced.  Benjamin turned 9 and is into dinosaurs, business, and how dinosaurs can make a good business.  He's in 4th grade now and growing like a weed.  Sam's birthday was next.  She is 7 now, looking forward to being baptized, got her ears pierced, and was invited to join the pre-competitive gymnastics team.

March -- Birthday season continued with Reillee turning 5!  She is brilliant and organized and basically a mini-me, except cooler.  She is also on the gymnastics team.  EmJ then turned the magical 13!  And I died inside a little realizing that I have a teenager.  This month also brought us the news that our landlords were going to sell our house, which initiated a full 6 months of negotiations, keeping the house clean, dealing with realtors, and other injustices that I won't go into, but weren't very fun.  Thank goodness we got to take a trip this month to Seattle to attend Alivia's wedding!!

April -- I celebrated my 33rd birthday, and Kaylyn celebrated her 3rd.  She is as cute as a button, but still doesn't talk much.  Even so, she is constantly asking for homework and wondering when she can start school. :)

May -- A challenge.  We started by celebrating Joshua's 11th birthday.  He was happy to join 11 year old scouts, but happier still to be (the star player) on a championship baseball team.  He rocked the season, to the point where the other teams were scared of his pitching.  Win!  Toward the end of May, Luke herniated a disc in his back.  While he was flat on his back (literally, didn't move at all) for 16 days, I prepared for and attended all the end of the school year activities, concerts, and graduations, baseball playoff games, carried out our YW Conference, kept the house "show-ready" for our oh, so thankful landlords, and nursed poor Luke.  Turns out, I am not a very good nurse and he is an even worse patient.  Even now, his back still gives him grief, but we are thankful that he has mostly healed.  Seriously, though, that was an awful few weeks!

June -- School ended and we kept busy going to various doctors, chiropractors, and surgeons.  Oh so fun!  We also spent part of every day at the pool...(because, of course, the house had to stay clean)...and spent the rest of the days discovering every hiking trail in the area.

July -- We headed up to Seattle again, this time for a family reunion.  It was a great break and chance to spend time with both sides of the family!  July also brought Girls Camp for EmJ and scout camp for the boys.

August -- I spent the month getting ready for school, as I am now homeschooling both EmJ and Joshua.  We also continued to spend as much time as possible at the pool, except for EmJ, who spent the summer apprenticing at a ranch.  All her best friends are horses!

September -- A new year of school was ushered in...K, 2, 4, 6, 8...and our days grew crazier than ever.  School, gymnastics, tae kwon do, horses, running club, piano, science class, dorky homeschool co-op, scouts, seminary, young women....whew!  By Labor Day, we were exhausted, just in time, of course, for our landlords to finally sell our house.  So, we spent the month packing and moving, all while pretending we could keep up our normal routines.

Lesson learned!  

Fortunately, we found a large house right down the street, and while we don't love the house, the neighbors are outstanding and the landlords have been more than fair and generous.  

October -- We moved everything in to our new home and skedaddled off to the Bahamas!  This was a surprise trip for the four older kids, and I'm pretty sure they loved it. We got to see my grandma and aunt, go to St. Augustine, and then eat ourselves silly on our cruise!  The beach at Nassau was gorgeous and I wanted to stay forever.  

Except, we were missing a third of the family.  Reillee, Kaylyn, and Matthew stayed home with my angel mother making memories that I hope they never least, Reillee won't forget them.  My mom came and played hard with the kids for 10 days:  barbies, magic clip dolls, books, stories, and HOURS at the park.  She taught Matthew the ever important skill of turning around backwards to climb down the stairs, suffered through each child's bout with the stomach flu, and unpacked the kids bedrooms and the kitchen.  She got to attend Reillee's first-ever gymnastics exhibition.  Can I be more grateful for her?  I think not!  When we arrived home, she welcomed us home and then kissed us all goodbye in a quick exchange as she headed off to her next Grandma assignment.  That was the last time we'd see her in this life.

October continued with LASIK surgery and recovery.  What a miracle!  And then dressing up as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs for Halloween.  Luke was Prince Charming, of course!

November -- We finally got settled into our new place and new routines, and we celebrated all that we were thankful for.  We had both a traditional Thanksgiving dinner (my gravy turned out beautifully!) and our traditional lunch of finger foods and turkey sandwiches.  Overkill, surely, but festive.

December -- On December 3, my mom passed away suddenly. I headed right up to Seattle and relish the time I got to spend with my dad and siblings.  Luke and the kids came a few days later and we spent nearly a week up there.  This Christmas has been somewhat muted, but in a Spirit-filled kind of way, which makes it sweet.  We've said many times that our hearts are empty, but full.

And so we head into 2016 with a renewed commitment to emulate the example of mom, in service, in obedience, in faith.  (Clearly, this goal doesn't start until Jan 1 because let's be honest, I'm sitting here yelling at the kids to leave me alone for just 5 more minutes, please!!!!) 

Merry Christmas to you and warmest wishes for an amazing 2016!

Merry Christmas!!

Night in Jerusalem

Christmas Jammies!

We bought each other puppy jammies...haha...not quite "Gift of the Magi" but it cracked us up nonetheless. :)

Live Nativity...or something like it.

Seeing Santa with cousins

No Christmas cards were sent this year and I simply couldn't choose from the oodles of hilarious family here are a few Christmas wonders!  A year-in-review will come soon!

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Catherine S. Burnham 1/30/1959 -- 12/3/2015

Anybody who still reads this blog...should there be such a soul...has surely heard that my angel mother passed away a few short weeks ago. Below is her "Life Sketch" that my sisters and I gave at her funeral. It's pretty darn good. But that's because she gave us some pretty darn good material. Thanks, Mom!

Catherine S. Burnham Life Sketch

Mom had a phobia of throwing parties—especially for herself.  She thought that no one would come.  So, she is relieved to see that people attended this one! This week has indeed been sad, but it has also been full of tender mercies, comfort from angels seen and unseen, and sacred experiences that allow us to feel gratitude in our circumstances.

Mom’s story is one of triumph.  It is an absolute testament to the reality and power of the Atonement of Jesus Christ to heal, to find place for forgiveness, to change our hearts, and to become all that she was divinely destined to become.  In and through our Savior, Jesus Christ, she broke a cycle of abuse, created an eternal family, and began a new tradition—one of faith and covenant keeping.  

Isaiah 58:8-12  “Then shall thy light break forth as the morning,…and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy rearward.  Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am….And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noonday:  And the Lord shall guide thee continually,…and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.  And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places:  thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in.”

Catherine was born January 30, 1959 on Long Island, New York to Faye and William Souhrada. She has two older siblings Debbie, Billie, and two younger Libby and Joanie. She had a special relationship with her grandmother Dede, and frequently talked about how it was Dede who gave her a rosary and taught her how to pray. She always said that that kept her close to the spirit and was the reason she was able to recognize truth when she found it later at a Mormon church.
Her family moved to North Carolina when she was 13. She had dreams of attending college even though nobody in her family ever had.  She saw a picture of the rocky mountains on a Brigham Young University brochure and said, “that’s where I want to go.”  She sought out an LDS church and showed up smelling like smoke from the steakhouse where she worked.  She found two boys, both named “Elder” who told her she’d get cheaper tuition if she was baptized.  She readily agreed and was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on November 27, 1976. She left shortly after for BYU where she became immersed in the gospel and her testimony grew and was solidified.  She’d been a member 2 ½ years when she got called to be a relief society president.
She graduated from BYU in April of 1981 and married Dime Jeffrey Burnham on June 26 of that same year. After putting my Dad through law school she fulfilled her dream to go to law school. She graduated from Seton Hall in 1992.
She had a number of colorful jobs in her life that all added to her experience and wisdom--working in tobacco fields in North Carolina, waitressing at her Dad’s steakhouse, going undercover with BYU police, she was a janitor,  did phone sales, defended juvenile delinquents and clerked for a judge in Newark, NJ, and worked part time with a few law firms over the years.  When she worked, she did so while her kids were at school or late at night after we went to bed.  Alivia said it wasn’t until she was 21 that she realized she had a working mother.
Her favorite job, though, was as a mother to her four children.  Kirstin, Lindsey, Zack, and Alivia and to her favorite son-in-law, who shall remain nameless. An even better job and the one she frequently reminded us was the most rewarding, was as a grandmother to her 11 grandchildren.  Emmeline, Joshua, Benjamin, Coleson, Samantha, Amelia, Reillee, Annabelle, Kaylyn, Matthew, and Elouise Catherine, her namesake.
It’s amazing that all that came after spending her adolescence not wanting to get married. One day in college, while on the grounds of the Los Angeles temple, she received a witness that the everlasting covenant of marriage was a necessary and wonderful step toward further spiritual progression. She met my Dad the following semester. That experience was the “start” of her eternal family.  They “loved with a love that was more than a love” and set an amazing example of what marriage could be. They never fought (around us anyway) or ever spoke negatively about each other. She strived to make our home a safe haven for us and is second only to the temple as a place where I always felt comfortable and found peace.
Mom’s  mortal body was riddled with ailments, like the kind we all must endure in this life, but that didn’t stop her from constantly being a force for good. I can only image what her perfect spirit will now be able to accomplish and what her perfected, resurrected body will one day be capable of.

Mom was incredibly strong, independent, opinionated. If something needed to get done, she did it. If something needed to be taught, she taught it. If a battle needed to be fought, she fought it. On the day I was born, my mother went into labor at home, drove my brother to the Hammer’s home, and then drove herself to the hospital! She dedicated her professional life to helping those who couldn’t help themselves—representing children. There was one occasion that perhaps won’t mean much to many in the congregation, but to those who know the law and the 6th amendment, it might be significant. She once convinced a judge that a certain father was so vile he shouldn’t even be grated a hearing. The judge approved her motion! So, in her determination for good, that man was denied his constitutional right to due process. When my mother and father were newly married, they lived in upstate New York. During the winters it becomes very cold and snowy. One day their old car wouldn’t start so she bundled Kirstin up and walked the few miles it was to the grocery store in the snow. She had made it home when she discovered that the cashier thad given her something like 5 cents more than was due. My father, who had by then returned home, suggested that next time she went to the store she return the amount. She insisted that she needed to be honest THEN and not later and walked back to the store to return the miscounted change. 

Though she was incredibly independent and strong willed she was even more gentle, kind and loving. She had a gift for teaching and especially story telling. Her stories were vivid and detailed. With her grandkids she was constantly playing make-believe-turning simple walks into dragon slaying adventures. She would also often claim that a new movie coming out was indeed her idea first! She had many aches and pains through the year, some keeping her in bed through the day. Yet, during those times, I remember that she would call me into her room and I would lay next to her in bed. She would hold me close and read books or tell stories while I sucked my thumb and twister her hair around my finger. Mom, like so many of the rest of us, was never able to see her good works. We would often thank her for being such a great mother or ask how she did it…to which she would begin to cry, which wasn’t an uncommon occurance, and say “you just came that way…I just hope I didn’t mess you up too badly”. She couldn’t see then, but perhaps she can see now, that it was her teaching, her encouragement and most importantly her deep, never ending love, that has molded each of us children, refined my equally angelic father, and impacted so many lives for the better.

Mom was home alone on the day that she died, but over the last few days we’ve been putting together a picture of how she spent her day.  We think it is the perfect summary of her life of service, day in and day out…

On Thursday, December 3 she:
*read her scriptures and was on Moroni 7
*took dad to the airport  
*did a substitute shift at the temple
*taught a class via skype to two of her grandchildren
*delivered Christmas presents to some children in ward
*talked on the phone to Alivia because Alivia was scared to walk to her car in the dark
*without being asked, offered advice to a friend who’s daughter was experiencing a health challenge
*wrapped and packaged gifts for the missionaries serving from the Willows ward
Truly, she “went about doing good.”

We’d like to conclude with mom’s testimony, sent in an email to us just a few short weeks ago.

To My Wonderful Grandkids:

Yesterday, while driving to the temple in the wee hours of the morning, I was listening to 98.1—the classical station.  My radio stays tuned to that station because it brings me peace (unless someone starts singing opera—then I turn it—hahaha).

Yesterday morning, however, the tune “I Know that My Redeemer Lives” popped into my head. I started singing it—over and over again when one phrase struck me hard, and Grandma started to  cry—I know, such a surprise.

While the song is replete with wonderful attributes and blessings of the Lord:  kind, wise, He lives, He loves, He comforts, He prepares mansions—to name a few—the phrase:  “ . . . He lives to bring me safely there” really touched my heart.

“He lives to bring us safely there.”

You have the choice blessing of being raised within the gospel of Jesus Christ—with a living Prophet, even Thomas S. Monson, to guide us today.  The Lord knows our day; He knows you; He knows me; He knows the challenges of the world; He knows the priestcrafts; He knows the adversary; but most importantly, He knows how to protect us and how to “bring us safely there.”

Please know this:  I know that my Redeemer lives.  As I get older and my time in this mortal probation shortens, I find comfort in knowing that we will all be joined together again in the eternities.  I testify that the Prophet will never lead us astray.  I testify that along with the scriptures we have to teach us pure truth, the Prophet  is the Lord’s mouthpiece that will “lead us safely there.”

I love you all—always and forever,

Wednesday, December 02, 2015


Sam:  And I'm glad we're not poor.

Me:  Well, we aren't rich!

Sam:  Buy we have the perfect amount of money!

Me:  I'd like just a little bit more money.

Sam:  Mo-om!  Don't be greedy!

Sunday, November 22, 2015

AP Seminary

Each of Luke's seminary classes has had its own unique personality and has created its own unique traditions...

From Bigger and Better hunts and toilets in our yard,

To being toilet papered and "forked",

To helping with the toilet papering and forking,

To Karate Kid marathons,

To karaoke,

And finally, AP Seminary.  This year's class can't get enough, so we welcome them at 6 am every Saturday morning, cook breakfast, and usually dance and sing around the house.  

I don't love giving up my Saturday morning runs, but I can't deny that I do love having them in our home.  And I love that my kids all think they are part of the class (which entitles them to extra syrup and whipped cream on their French toast, right)?!

Three cheers for AP Seminary!

(And three cheers for Thanksgiving break and sleeping in just a smidge!)

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Catch up on the kids...

Willie's sad face.  His bike recently got stolen.  Luke and I were secretly happy for the excuse to get a new one because the bike was pretty pathetic, and the frame was bent from last summer's hit and run. (Bruised chin and bruised ego only...but pretty unbelievable nonetheless that someone dared hit a kid, however minor, and drive away!)
Reille had a special friend at school.  His name is Harry, and they blush and show off and pretty much crack me up!
Kayde and Matthew love to read, like seriously can't get enough.  Even though she doesn't speak well, she remembers every word of every book it song she hears.  I love to hear her reading and singing to Matthew and to her dolls. :)

AP seminary...because what else would I be doing on Saturday morning at 6 am?!?  I am not sure the neighbors like the new family with all the kids that sings karaoke early in the morning.  

Reillee and Sam are both on the pre-team at our gym.  This is a picture of a picture, but I just had to do it because Sam is so cute!  And string...I love her little biceps especially. :)

Last one for now...Matthew wishing that he was allowed to play basketball with the YW.  He is 13 months now and reminds me in so many ways of, just looking at him makes me tired.  It doesn't help that he can run and climb and pretty much try to keep up with everyone.  

Also, can I just shoutout EmJ, the basketball star?  The girl with no athletic ability has been tearing it up for Concird 2 ward. And by tearing it up, I mean that she scored 4 out of the 8 points we scored and had 2 of the 4 steals.  As you can tell our team is really, really good.

I'm taking bets on just how long the blogging will up are some quotable a from the last, erm, year!

Catching Up

I have been thinking a lot over the last few weeks about simplifying, how to do so, how to rid myself of the crazies that seem to house themselves in my brain.  I thought the answer would be to let something go...have the girls quit gymnastics? Send the homeschoolers back to school?  Pull the little kids out of public school?  Cut off PTA, friends, community involvement? Tell EmJ that if she wants to continue spending hours at the ranch, she's gonna have to take BART?  Petition the Lord for a simpler calling?  

Ironically enough, the answer, for now, came in adding things to my list, not taking anything away.  

Update the blog.  You enjoy writing, laughing about your day.  It is a record of this time. (And thanks, Debbie!)

Read.  Find quiet time to escape, learn, set a good example for the kids.  And read to the kids more.

Play outside.  Matthew isn't going to master that slide without someone to push him down a few times!

So, in the last few days I read a book.  A whole one.  And I let chores go undone (WHAT?) so I could play outside.  I read Reillee a Roald Dahl book because childhood isn't complete without the Twits and the Witches and the BFG!  And I treated myself to a long run and, later in the same day, a long hike.

Wait?  Running wasn't in your list!  Or hiking!

Yeah, I guess I should have stuck to the inspiration I received.  My foot is killing me.  So now I have some down time to blog a bit...

Maybe I will write all about our summer!

Or moving and our super classy landlords!

Or our vacation!

Hopefully everything.  

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Dear EmJ,

Today in Young Women, I am going to teach the Laurels about defending the doctrine of the family.  I want to make sure that you, too, know exactly where I stand on marriage and family...which is exactly where the Lord stands.

First, the Lord’s Prophets will teach us what we need to know about and what we should do to defend the family.  As you seek answers to your questions, turn to the words of the prophets.  You will find answers there.  I’ve noticed that when I read things from those opposed to the family, or even just intelligent scholars, I don’t feel the same spirit as when I read the words of the prophets encouraging us to stand up for traditional marriage and families.

The Family:  A Proclamation to the World is true.  You should read it often, even memorize it.  It is a statement of truth, it is how the Lord views marriages and families, it is what we should strive for in our own homes.

Being a mother is the highest, holiest calling that you can have in this life.  You should look forward to that privilege that is yours, you should prepare for it, and you should remember that it is more important than anything else you can achieve.  You are lucky to be born into a time in history where women can do anything they want, can become anything they want, and that’s important.  But being a mother is the MOST important.  Be proud of that.

As a mother, you will one day be responsible for the next generation.  You will most likely marry and have children of your own.  Even if you, for some reason, don’t marry or can’t have children, you will be a sister, an aunt, a primary teacher, a young women leader, a neighbor, or a mother figure to many, many impressionable children.  Teach them about the family.  Teach them to say, “When I grow up I want to be a mother!” (or father, as the case may be. :)

Your home should be second in holiness only to the temple.  I hope our home achieves this...that it is a place of security and refuge for you and your siblings.  Please know that you can come to dad or I with any questions or concerns at any time.  We want to know how you feel, what you think, and we will always love you no matter your actions or decisions.  But we will always teach and defend truth.

The Supreme Court just legalized same-sex marriage, which cuts at the heart of the family.  I want you to know that I have learned that it is possible to love those who support this issue, even while disagreeing with their position or lifestyle.  Be kind to them even while staying true to yourself.  Society hasn’t yet seen the gross consequences of this decision, but in your lifetime you will.  You will also see your freedoms erode because of this ruling.  That is why your home has to be a holy place.  It may be the ONLY place where you will be able to teach truth and defend the family.  

This letter isn’t very eloquent.  I am going to attach a copy of the family proclamation, the Church’s statement on the institution of marriage, and a talk by Sister Oscarson...all of which explain things so much better than I can!  Please take the time to read and study them.  Over and over again.  Until they are a part of your very thinking.  If you have the truths in your brain, the Spirit can help you remember them when you are called upon to defend them.

One more thing.  Eternal perspective.  Our country, maybe even our world, is headed in the wrong direction.  It is becoming increasingly evil.  As you see these things happen, try to remember that this life is only a small time in our eternal existence.  We need to be counted among those who “stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things and in all places,”  but we don’t need to fear the future, nor what man can do.  If this life is a football game, the Lord’s team is the guaranteed winner.  Make sure you are on His team and don’t worry about how hard the fight is or how much it looks like Satan’s team is winning.  The Lord will come again, victorious.  Justice and mercy will be perfectly dished out.  It will be an incredible time, but only if you are found on the Lord’s side.

I love you!  You are amazing and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for you, such a strong and confident young woman.

Love, Mom

Friday, March 06, 2015

A Very California February

February in the East Bay is amazing...beautiful, green, sunglasses and a light jacket amazing...I wish it could last forever.  Maybe with another rainfall or two, March will stay the same.  In the meantime, we are savoring every minute of outdoor greenness before we retreat to our air-conditioned abode (or the pool!).

This month Joshua finished up his basketball season.  It was an interesting experience being half-part of a team.  The team practiced only on Sundays, so Joshua only participated in the games.  He did well, considering he never practiced with the team and it was his first basketball experience, and liked his teammates, but we felt very much like outsiders. 

(And HOLY COW the contrast between this muffy, white-collar, organic snacks only basketball league and our blue-collar "you're gonna git strucken' out!" baseball there no happy medium?!)

On the last day of basketball, Joshua also had baseball tryouts.  He was invited to play on a local travel team, which made us sooooo proud.  But having come from the "half" basketball season, we knew that being a half part of a tournament ball team wouldn't feel right.  As willing as the coach was to make Sunday allowances for us, we just couldn't do it.  So he is playing on a regular old team, and loving it.  Baseball in February! Go Giants!

Matthew turned 4 months!  I know you can't see it in the picture, but his onesie says, "You are here", by the red dot.  Get it?!  Huge shout out to my brother in law, Nate, for being the brains behind it!

We finally drove across the Golden Gate Bridge.  It was our first family outing in the Gold Digger--complete with crying, complaining, goldfish getting crushed into the seats, and a wild side of the road potty stop.

Sam lost a tooth!  I think she is the youngest to lose one...through sheer force of will, I believe!

Basketball awards dinner!

Benjamin turned 9!!  He got a new bike and a lot of science stuff.  He is taller than Joshua, skinnier than EmJ,  and still smart as a whip.

We took advantage of free yogurt day.  Yum!

This will have to pass as his three-month photo.  Poor seventh child.

We had a fun Valentine's Day and even got heart-attacked.

Young Women volleyball was a complete and utter success....not that we doubted...champions again!

February brought lots of exploring local parks and trails...soaking up every bit of outdoor time!

Maybe this can be his 3-month picture.
And this is his 4-month photo...loving the swing!

Luke left me for a week of working and playing (Aerosmith concert? Meeting the "Sharks"?) in Vegas.  The kids let me go to the temple while they made spectacles of themselves on the temple lawn, and then we went to see "Meet the Mormons"...Wow!  I admit to resisting because I thought it was going to be suuupppper cheesy and awful.  But I have repented and would like to see it again and again and again.  It was great.

That's it!  Happy February-turned-to-March....Spring training, lots of birthdays around here, sunshine, and a vacation on the way!!