Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Hair fun

We bought these nifty new curl formers at Sally's today. Can't wait to see how Emmy's hair looks in the morning:)

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Welcome to the digital age

I have been fighting a losing battle against technology for the last 15 years. I think this picture proves that I have lost. I can't claim to be totally innocent either. With my new IPad, I've been having more fun with blog press than ever:)

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Friday, March 23, 2012


This is a picture of Emmy just kicking back in my room. Yay spring break!

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Wednesday, March 21, 2012

New iPad

This is a pretty boring post. I am, just trying out my new toy, an ipad3. I am uploading some pictures to see how this interface works. This is a picture of a creative project Eliza did for history. It is a cake that shows a map of Amelia Earhart's first flight in blue and green gummi bears.

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Location:Eagle, Idaho

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Great Outdoors

One of our favorite things to do as a family is to camp.  We have a sweet tent trailer which allows us to sleep inside outside.

 We have a great 4 Wheel drive vehicle to pull it pretty much anywhere we want to go.

 Our favorite spot to camp is near Silver Creek Plunge, about 1 1/2 hours from our house.  We have an amazing camping spot right on the river, rarely taken and completely free.

  We went there this past August for the only camping trip we managed to fit in the entire summer.  (The previous summer, we camped 20 nights.)  Notwithstanding it being the only trip, fun was had by all. This is Emmy (13), enjoying the sunshine and posing for the camera.

The bulk of the trip was spent with the children determined to capture a chipmunk.  We didn't come prepared for this, so they had to construct a trap from whatever was available. This turned out to be our dishpans, a dutch oven lid, some sticks, and some fishing line.   Stacy was disgusted by the absurdity of it all and forbade it to begin with.  Once I pointed out that it would require lots of stillness and quiet to capture a chipmunk, he was all over it.

Here Stacy is making his famous breaded bacon.  It is a particularly evil concoction of bacon dipped in flour, sugar, and salt, then fried in its own grease.  Surprisingly tasty. Thomas (11) is his partner in crime.

This is eliza (9) sailing the boat we made in our Summer Reader's Club down the stream right by our camping spot.  This is her truest self.  Barefoot, half dressed, and immersed in nature.

We generally have a no electronics while camping policy, but on this trip I was addicted to bejeweled on my iPhone, so here Tyler is partaking of my guilty pleasure.

One of the best parts of camping is that I don't have to do all the dishes.  Here Thomas and Eliza are helping out with dish duty.

There were a few glitches in the the trip.  Eliza ripped off a toenail while playing in the stream.  Thomas got stung by a bee. I think someone was bitten by a chipmunk.  But all in all, it was a wonderful time.  Can't wait to go back next year:)

A Musician in the Family

My oldest son Tyler was born when I was barely 20 years old. I was nearly a teen mother. He began speaking at 6 months old and was using complete sentences by 18 months. At 6, he had read 4 Harry Potter books along with everything else in the house, had memorized his addition, subtraction, and was beginning to work on multiplication facts. At 10, he systematically checked out the entire "elements" collection of books from the library and memorized the periodic table. Then, he asked his dad to teach him programming. At 11, he took a college level drafting class. I felt certain he was going to be a brainiac engineer or scientist of some sort.

However, at the same time he was devouring books, he also had a somewhat annoying habit I couldn't quite put my finger on. He could not walk past the piano without playing it. He could listen to a piece of music, and with very little effort, play it perfectly on the piano.

At 11, he requested violin lessons (since he heard it was the HARDEST instrument to play). He began lessons with a very rigorous Suzuki teacher, and he did amazing. He practiced obsessively-generally at least an hour, every single day. And he had perfect pitch.

I was still under the impression that he was really a math kid, just playing at music. Boy was I wrong.
He burnt out on violin after being assigned the same piece 12 weeks in a row, but soon after, he picked up a guitar. And our house has never been quiet since.

He earned a place at a fabulous private music school near our home, where he gets to spend 4 hours every day learning the nitty gritty of contemporary music theory , guitar, and songwriting from amazing musicians. They play gigs at public venues twice per month.

After 2 months in school, he was the only freshman to successfully audition to take a recording trip to a professional studio and record an original song. Here he is with his contemporary music teacher, Calley Bliss, at the airport, ready to leave.

Now, whenever anyone asks him what he want to be when he grows up, he says "A Famous Musician". As a mother, and a realist, I am tempted to tell him to pick a different goal, because it will never happen. But the truth is, he's been defying gravity since day one. He has achieved all sorts of things no "normal" kid could achieve. He has broken through barrier after barrier to achieve his goals. So, for now, I'm just going to sit back and enjoy the music.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Living my Dream

I am going to confess here and now to being a bit of a planner and maybe a smidge of a control freak. My favorite thing to do is to plan things.  Anything.  Menus, chore charts, home school, vacations, businesses, everything. Both of these qualities have been less than helpful over the last few years, since most of my life has been beyond my control. I also love change, which is good, since we've had plenty of that.   I have never really wanted to stay in one place for any length of time.  I am always dreaming and planning for the next adventure. All of this is just background for the real point of this post, so here goes....

Last week, I was walking through the mall (to the Apple store) with Stacy, and he said 
"What do you want to do?"
"Get a Sees key lime truffle" was my immediate answer, to which he replied
"No, I mean what do you want to do?"
To which I, still clueless, replied "What are you talking about?"
"If money were no object, and you could do whatever you wanted every day, what would you choose?"

Now this gave me pause.  I had to think for a minute for a really great answer to his million dollar question....After a few minutes, I had my answer, and as I spoke it, I knew it was true.
"I want to wake up, ride my bike, come home, fix breakfast, have family prayer, do home school with my kids, read stories, fold laundry, listen to Pandora, read by the river, walk the dog...all the things I do now.  Just in my own house"  He waited for a minute, gave me a funny look, and said "Really?" and I said, "Yeah, I love my life".

I don't mean to imply for anyone reading this that my life or my kids or my house are perfect or glamorous.   They are far from perfect.  But they are my dream and my joy.  I feel so blessed to live in such a wonderful community, in a beautiful neighborhood, full of trees and flowers and friendly neighbors.  To look out my back window while I do dishes and watch my children jumping on the tramp, giggling. To have a husband who loves me enough to get the kids out of bed while I ride my bike early in the morning, even though he still has to get to work. But, he only has to drive 5 minutes to get there, and it's so flexible that he can taxi kids if I get too booked. I have four kiddos who are always clamoring to read whatever book I am reading, no matter how thick.  I have access to a huge group of amazing home school moms who all love lots of the same things I do. I have my favorite grocery store, my favorite sno-shack, and my favorite $2 movie theater all within biking distance of my house. I have kids who are passionate about life.   They know what they want and they are serious about achieving it. At night, I get to gather my family around me and read from the scriptures, then sing to them and tuck them into bed. I have the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life.  I know who I am and where I am going and I know my family will be with me.  

There are still a couple of things I really do want.  The biggest is a home of my own, one where I can paint walls, and sew curtains, and plant trees, because I know I'm staying.  And I really want to go to college and learn everything I can about whatever I want.  (the idea this month is holistic healing, but I love philosophy, history, and education too). The point is though, I am so blessed. today I am just in awe as I recognize the bounty that I have been blessed with.  I read the Facebook profile of an old friend today, and he said essentially  'because I am rich and successful and I travel a lot, I made it.  I am living the dream.'
  I would like to say to him, "I am not rich, I am not famous, but I made it too. I am living my dream".