Growing up, my mom went all out for Christmas. She decorated for every holiday, but Christmas was the annual tour de force that I've rarely seen rivaled. We lived in a three-story house in a Seattle suburb, five kids filling its space with our volume and energy, but when it came to December, the three Christmas trees and other seasonal decor gave us hooligans a good run for our money.
Our living room had a cathedral ceiling that we loved to put to good use with a fifteen-foot tree, often chopped from our own yard. You think it's hard trying to get a seven or eight foot tree in your house? Try one twice that size! Frustration ruled as we tried to shimmy that gigantic tree through our front door and then around the corner into the living room. The only way to assure it wouldn't fall over = metal wire. The only way to decorate something that tall = a ladder. Talk about an undertaking.
That tree had the prime location in our house, visible upon entry, so it had to be fancy and formal. Shiny, shiny, shiny = my biggest memories of the living room tree. Gold balls, sparkling tinsel and riboon, crystal ornaments, the whole nine yards. As a kid, my very favorite thing had to be the hiding bird, this small sound box that got tucked somewhere inside the tree and made quiet chirping sounds every few minutes. I loved trying to find it midst all the dense branches and layers of decorations. This room also had a certain reverence to it at Christmas time, because only the best nativities--the pretty glass or porcelain ones with the angel hair underneath--could be displayed here. The fancy candles with their soft lighting, the bowls of nuts, the hardbacked Christmas books, the Christmas records being played nearly all the time, the fireplace going. Nothing compared to hanging out in our living room in December.
Besides our living room Christmas tree, we had a kitchen Christmas tree, and a basement Christmas tree that we kids could decorate pretty much any way we wanted. This was where all the homemade, class project kind of ornaments went, the ones we made for our parents with so much pride, the ones just right for a rec room. I think we called it the red tree, since most of the decorations that went on it, besides our homemade ones, were red.
The kitchen tree fell somewhere inbetween the formal and the kid-friendly. Casual yet classy. And of course matching the family room decor that bucked up against the kitchen. Forest green and mauve, baby. Gotta love the eighties. That meant the tree had mostly mauve decorations. Like I said, my mom went all out.
I bring all this up because I don't feel complete if the calendar has flipped to December and our tree's not up yet. I try and pretend like I don't care, I try and wait patiently for my husband to long to have a tree up like I do, but I've learned I'm not very good at either of those things. I turned to Stephen the other night and breathed a contented sigh: "Don't you just love having our house all ready for Christmas?" He laughed and said, "I know you love it" with a wry smile on his face. And he's right. Supportive Husband Award for helping me connect with my holiday roots every year.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Friendship Soup
What could be better on the day before Thanksgiving break
than making a little Friendship Soup with your kindergarten classmates?
Everybody brings something to throw in the pot.
Eli's contribution:
2 stalks celery
&
vegetable broth
| "I was the only one to eat two bowls, Mommy!" |
| Could kindergarten be any more adorable? |
| Alex, one of E's buddies |
| Cutest buddy ever, Mia |
| Football lovin' bud, Jonathon |
| Turkey projects. For whatever reason, Eli chose to make a dragon turkey (2nd from top left). |
| Eager beavers to participate. If only seniors in high school looked like this. |
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Family history, I am doing it
Well, sorta. I'm not exactly doing my own family history, but I am helping others do theirs. Indexing. Heard of it? Elder Bednar talked about it a conference or two back, which is when I first became curious. Then I heard a presentation on it at a stake leadership training and knew this was something I needed to check out. The Spirit told me loud and clear. And yet I didn't. A month passed, I started to forget, I got lazy. Elder Scott talked about it in October conference and I felt that same feeling I did at the stake meeting: "You need to do this. Now."
This post is a sad peek into my mad procrastination skills, because you'd think hearing an apostle of the Lord tell me something I'd already felt prompted to do would be impetus enough to act. But no. I still managed to rationalize that I had too much to do in October to add some weird family history thing to my daily to-do list. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
Finally, after a presentation in our ward a few weeks ago, the same exact presentation I'd heard a few months before, I realized I'd run out of excuses. I went home that night, hopped onto familysearch.com for the first time in my life--I know, I know, what kind of Mormon homemaker am I?--and started indexing. So easy, people. You look at old documents, mostly from the nineteenth or early twentieth century, and transcribe or decipher the handwritten script. You record names from those documents to help all those family history decectives out there who are trying to find their ancestors.
Sounds incredibly boring, I know. And some of the documents really are just that--boring. But then you hit a ship's log from the S. S. Aquitania that came from England to Massachussetts in the 1920's, and suddenly you're imagining what the lives of these families that boarded and rode this ship were like. Or you're going through soldier cards from WWI and thinking about the sacrifice these young men and women made to serve their country. Or your transported to Ghana for some census records, or to Puerto Rico for baptismal records. It's actually quite fascinating.
I love that it doesn't require absolute concentration, ether. It's one of those things you can do while you watch TV, and rather than feel like you just wasted an hour of your life online doing what you typically do during shows at night, you feel like you've actually been a little productive. You feel like you've done something worthwhile during downtime. Pretty cool.
Our stake has a goal of indexing 500,000 names by the end of the year, and as of the first Sunday in November only half that goal had been met. But I've been surprised how quickly it goes. Like I said, I've only been at it for a few weeks, and certainly not every day, but just from those ten times or so I've done over a thousand. So I just have to do that two-hundred and forty-nine more times, and the goal will be met! Just kidding. (If you're in my stake, help me out) I do like feeling like I'm at least on the path to someday doing my own family history. If nothing else, I'm helping do somebody's family history. :)
This post is a sad peek into my mad procrastination skills, because you'd think hearing an apostle of the Lord tell me something I'd already felt prompted to do would be impetus enough to act. But no. I still managed to rationalize that I had too much to do in October to add some weird family history thing to my daily to-do list. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
Finally, after a presentation in our ward a few weeks ago, the same exact presentation I'd heard a few months before, I realized I'd run out of excuses. I went home that night, hopped onto familysearch.com for the first time in my life--I know, I know, what kind of Mormon homemaker am I?--and started indexing. So easy, people. You look at old documents, mostly from the nineteenth or early twentieth century, and transcribe or decipher the handwritten script. You record names from those documents to help all those family history decectives out there who are trying to find their ancestors.
Sounds incredibly boring, I know. And some of the documents really are just that--boring. But then you hit a ship's log from the S. S. Aquitania that came from England to Massachussetts in the 1920's, and suddenly you're imagining what the lives of these families that boarded and rode this ship were like. Or you're going through soldier cards from WWI and thinking about the sacrifice these young men and women made to serve their country. Or your transported to Ghana for some census records, or to Puerto Rico for baptismal records. It's actually quite fascinating.
I love that it doesn't require absolute concentration, ether. It's one of those things you can do while you watch TV, and rather than feel like you just wasted an hour of your life online doing what you typically do during shows at night, you feel like you've actually been a little productive. You feel like you've done something worthwhile during downtime. Pretty cool.
Our stake has a goal of indexing 500,000 names by the end of the year, and as of the first Sunday in November only half that goal had been met. But I've been surprised how quickly it goes. Like I said, I've only been at it for a few weeks, and certainly not every day, but just from those ten times or so I've done over a thousand. So I just have to do that two-hundred and forty-nine more times, and the goal will be met! Just kidding. (If you're in my stake, help me out) I do like feeling like I'm at least on the path to someday doing my own family history. If nothing else, I'm helping do somebody's family history. :)
Friday, November 9, 2012
Slam dunk!
Maybe that's an irreverent title for a post on our oldest child's baptism, but that's a bit how it felt to have Bennett make that first and crucial step in returning to live with his Heavenly Father someday. Entering the waters of baptism, just as our Savior did, and receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost are hands-down the best and most important choices he's made in his eight years of life. The Holy Ghost will guide and direct him in future decisions. It will comfort him in moments of trial and pain. And most reassuring to this mother of a third-grader is that it will warn him of danger. I have a feeling the next ten years of his life will warrant a whole lot of warning.
Benito wanted to have his baptism as close to his eighth birthday as possible, so we picked the nearest Saturday. It's just a day, right? Wrong. It happened to be the same date as our ward's huge annual craft day. It also happened to be the same date as the school carnival, THE big fall fundraiser that we've always supported in the past and that typically generates a huge turnout. Whoops.
Our fears about having picked a bad Saturday didn't matter in the end. Ninety people packed into that little junior chapel for Mr. B and his baptism. Humbled and touched seem understated adjectives in describing how we felt about all those who came to support us. I felt terrible about the standing room only situation, but never did we anticipate that many people coming out on such a busy Saturday. Friends from church, friends from school, friends from soccer, former primary teachers, former school teachers, and of course family. So many people we love and appreciate in one room.
Everything felt just right. To me at least, the Spirit ratified the truth of the ordinance of baptism and the power of the priesthood. I felt Heavenly Father's love for my own child and knew that this was what He wanted for me and for Bennett in that moment in time. I hope I never forget that feeling. Nothing could be better.
Only regret? Forgetting to take pictures of everyone else who came to the baptism. We got so busy talking to people afterwards that neither Stephen nor I thought to bust out a camera and document the moment. I think I'll regret that one for a long time to come... but at least we have the notecards everyone wrote to B during the interlude to remember who came and the sweet things they said to him.
| I love this shot. Beaming father and son! |
Benito wanted to have his baptism as close to his eighth birthday as possible, so we picked the nearest Saturday. It's just a day, right? Wrong. It happened to be the same date as our ward's huge annual craft day. It also happened to be the same date as the school carnival, THE big fall fundraiser that we've always supported in the past and that typically generates a huge turnout. Whoops.
| Proud Ma and Pa |
Our fears about having picked a bad Saturday didn't matter in the end. Ninety people packed into that little junior chapel for Mr. B and his baptism. Humbled and touched seem understated adjectives in describing how we felt about all those who came to support us. I felt terrible about the standing room only situation, but never did we anticipate that many people coming out on such a busy Saturday. Friends from church, friends from school, friends from soccer, former primary teachers, former school teachers, and of course family. So many people we love and appreciate in one room.
| California girl at heart, Grandma Paula gives the baptism boy a hug |
Keeping in mind that some of B's school and soccer friends might be there, we prayerfully approached the baptismal program with a goal of keeping it simple and Savior-focused. Seeing as we let Bennett pick the songs, speakers, and prayers, all that left us with was the interlude--which for some reason stressed me out to no end--and musical numbers and such. I never realized how many little decisions go into one baptism.
| Connie, Little Aunt Kendra, Bennett, and Grandad Jory |
Conducting: Mark Kiene
Opening song: When I Am Baptized
Chorister: Connie Pianist: Paul Bankhead
Invocation: Mommy
Talk on Baptism: Aunt Kendra (Seymour)
Musical Number: Grandma Paula
Baptism by Daddy (witnesses: Grandad Jory & Grandpa Geddes)
Interlude: Baptism sung by Cynthia Lee
while Eli & Millie held up pictures of the Savior's life
Notes written to Bennett by all those in attendance
Talk on the Holy Ghost: Grandpa Geddes
Confirmation by Daddy, Grandad, Grandpa, Uncle Joseph
Ward welcome by Steve Hurst
Primary welcome by Cathy Anderson
Closing song: God's Plan for Me
Benediction: Grandad Jory
| Grandma and Grandpa Geddes |
Everything felt just right. To me at least, the Spirit ratified the truth of the ordinance of baptism and the power of the priesthood. I felt Heavenly Father's love for my own child and knew that this was what He wanted for me and for Bennett in that moment in time. I hope I never forget that feeling. Nothing could be better.
| B's first-grade teacher came by for some pre-baptism congrats |
Only regret? Forgetting to take pictures of everyone else who came to the baptism. We got so busy talking to people afterwards that neither Stephen nor I thought to bust out a camera and document the moment. I think I'll regret that one for a long time to come... but at least we have the notecards everyone wrote to B during the interlude to remember who came and the sweet things they said to him.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Weekend of Benito
Am I really old enough to have an eight-year-old? Wait, don't answer that. I'm old enough to have an eighteen-year-old, but big phew that I don't, 'cause I can barely wrap my head around the fact that my oldest child has hit the age of accountability.
Nonetheless, Bennett Andrew chose to enter the waters of baptism this past Saturday, and the rest of us had a great time honoring and celebrating that decision with him.
We had some special visitors come visit from out of town, beginning with Grandma Paula earlier in the week. She and Millie enjoyed playing together--and running lots of errands with me--while the boys were at school. The boys loved having Grandma Paula around too.
Nonetheless, Bennett Andrew chose to enter the waters of baptism this past Saturday, and the rest of us had a great time honoring and celebrating that decision with him.
We had some special visitors come visit from out of town, beginning with Grandma Paula earlier in the week. She and Millie enjoyed playing together--and running lots of errands with me--while the boys were at school. The boys loved having Grandma Paula around too.
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| These two bonded quickly over many things: |
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| Sparkly pink nail polish, fancy flip flops, the bunny song, picking outfits, eating treats, giggling, |
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| watching Cinderella, dancing, playing with princesses, and buying fun toys. |
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| Bennett loved having Grandma Paula at his soccer game to cheer him on to victory |
| Gratuitous coach-player or father-son shot |
Grandad Jory, Connie, and Kendra flew in Friday from Seattle for all the festivities.
We loved having them here with us,
and look who finally took an interest in playing with Grandad!
| The great equalizer: LEGOS |
| Reading books is always a sure-fire way to win over Miss Millie |
Friday night = birthday celebration
B's fav foods: white chili, snap peas, pears, and strawberry Crush
Then the traditional homemade cake and presents.
| So many adults inside the kiddos got to be fancy and eat al fresco. |
| Um, yeah. This cake illustrates how busy things were: Benito asks for a Star Wars cake and this is what he gets--Chewbacca prostrate in the frosting. At least the candles my mom bought were cute. |
| Look how excited this kid is to wear a tie. Thanks, Aunt Nae! |
I don't have the pre-baptism shots of B in his whites,
so I'll skip to the post-baptism festivities and show you the others later.
We came back to our house after the big event for a simple family dinner for twenty.
Lasagna, garlic bread, Ceasar salad.
I heart you, Costco.
Photo slide show, baptism gifts, lots of conversation and playing with kids.
Good times.
| Grandpa Geddes, Grandma Geddes, Mommy |
| Liz, Grandad Jory, Connie |
| Aunt Kendra, Uncle Joseph, Aunt Kymber and her boyfriend Kelly |
| Grandma Paula |
| Kendra and Bennett |
| Riley, Grace, and not pictured: Eli, Millie, Aunt Kristi and friend/roomie Debbi |
Sunday brought sacrament meeting and one last big meal together.
Then the Jorys headed off to the airport. Sniff, sniff...
We wished they lived closer!
| Sad Millie and Aunt Kendra, although Millie called her her cousin all weekend. Tough concept to grasp for little ones... :) |
| Kendra flanked by the boys |
| Father-daughter moment |
| Kendra Lee and Kendra Leigh What are the odds? |
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Echoes of Conference
Conference weekend found me sick as a dog. Lame. The kids and I had driven out to Half Moon Bay with Stephen's parents for our annual visit to Farmer John's Pumpkin Patch, only to find me ducking into the corn stalks so as to not vomit all over the pretty gourds. (I had received a flu shot not twenty-four hours before... Connection?) Stephen's dad kindly drove home for me, seeing as I could hardly move, think, sit up, let alone negotiate the twists and turns of Highway 92.
I was laid-up and miserable for the next two days, missing a temple trip with friends, missing soccer games for the boys, missing one of my favorite conference traditions--big breakfast with local family for the Sunday morning session, not to mention our own little family's tradition of grabbing hoagies and picnicking between Saturday sessions. Like I said, lame.
The one and only upside to being stuck at home with the flu = watching all of conference, which if you saw it too you know made for one amazing upside. Man, there were some fantastic talks. As little energy as I had, I found a way to furiously take notes on almost every talk. I couldn't stop myself. So much I wanted to remember; so much I wanted to immediately apply in my own life; so much I wanted to feel over and over again.
Some quotes from talks that impacted me the most:
"Parents, the days are long past when regular, active participation in Church meetings and programs, though essential, can fulfill your sacred responsibility to teach your children to live moral, righteous lives and walk uprightly before the Lord. With President Monson’s announcement this morning, it is essential that this be faithfully accomplished in homes which are places of refuge where kindness, forgiveness, truth, and righteousness prevail. Parents must have the courage to filter or monitor Internet access, television, movies, and music. Parents must have the courage to say no, defend truth, and bear powerful testimony. Your children need to know that you have faith in the Savior, love your Heavenly Father, and sustain the leaders of the Church. Spiritual maturity must flourish in our homes. My hope is that no one will leave this conference without understanding that the moral issues of our day must be addressed in the family."
"Isn’t it true that we often get so busy? And, sad to say, we even wear our busyness as a badge of honor, as though being busy, by itself, was an accomplishment or sign of a superior life. Is it? I think of our Lord and Exemplar, Jesus Christ, and His short life among the people of Galilee and Jerusalem. I have tried to imagine Him bustling between meetings or multitasking to get a list of urgent things accomplished. I can’t see it. Instead I see the compassionate and caring Son of God purposefully living each day. When He interacted with those around Him, they felt important and loved. He knew the infinite value of the people He met. He blessed them, ministered to them. He lifted them up, healed them. He gave them the precious gift of His time.
In our day it is easy to merely pretend to spend time with others. With the click of a mouse, we can “connect” with thousands of “friends” without ever having to face a single one of them. Technology can be a wonderful thing, and it is very useful when we cannot be near our loved ones. My wife and I live far away from precious family members; we know how that is. However, I believe that we are not headed in the right direction, individually and as a society, when we connect with family or friends mostly by reposting humorous pictures, forwarding trivial things, or linking our loved ones to sites on the Internet. I suppose there is a place for this kind of activity, but how much time are we willing to spend on it? If we fail to give our best personal self and undivided time to those who are truly important to us, one day we will regret it."
"Many of us, in moments of personal anguish, feel that God is far from us. The pavilion that seems to intercept divine aid does not cover God but occasionally covers us. God is never hidden, yet sometimes we are, covered by a pavilion of motivations that draw us away from God and make Him seem distant and inaccessible. Our own desires, rather than a feeling of “Thy will be done,”2 create the feeling of a pavilion blocking God. God is not unable to see us or communicate with us, but we may be unwilling to listen or submit to His will and His time."
"Did you love me? After an encounter with the living Son of the living God, nothing is ever again to be as it was before. The Crucifixion, Atonement, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ mark the beginning of a Christian life, not the end of it. It was this truth, this reality, that allowed a handful of Galilean fishermen-turned-again-Apostles without “a single synagogue or sword”15 to leave those nets a second time and go on to shape the history of the world in which we now live."
"Do you young people want a sure way to eliminate the influence of the adversary in your life? Immerse yourself in searching for your ancestors, prepare their names for the sacred vicarious ordinances available in the temple, and then go to the temple to stand as proxy for them to receive the ordinances of baptism and the gift of the Holy Ghost. As you grow older, you will be able to participate in receiving the other ordinances as well. I can think of no greater protection from the influence of the adversary in your life.
But what about you? Have you prayed about your own ancestors’ work? Set aside those things in your life that don’t really matter. Decide to do something that will have eternal consequences."
I was laid-up and miserable for the next two days, missing a temple trip with friends, missing soccer games for the boys, missing one of my favorite conference traditions--big breakfast with local family for the Sunday morning session, not to mention our own little family's tradition of grabbing hoagies and picnicking between Saturday sessions. Like I said, lame.
The one and only upside to being stuck at home with the flu = watching all of conference, which if you saw it too you know made for one amazing upside. Man, there were some fantastic talks. As little energy as I had, I found a way to furiously take notes on almost every talk. I couldn't stop myself. So much I wanted to remember; so much I wanted to immediately apply in my own life; so much I wanted to feel over and over again.
Some quotes from talks that impacted me the most:
"Parents, the days are long past when regular, active participation in Church meetings and programs, though essential, can fulfill your sacred responsibility to teach your children to live moral, righteous lives and walk uprightly before the Lord. With President Monson’s announcement this morning, it is essential that this be faithfully accomplished in homes which are places of refuge where kindness, forgiveness, truth, and righteousness prevail. Parents must have the courage to filter or monitor Internet access, television, movies, and music. Parents must have the courage to say no, defend truth, and bear powerful testimony. Your children need to know that you have faith in the Savior, love your Heavenly Father, and sustain the leaders of the Church. Spiritual maturity must flourish in our homes. My hope is that no one will leave this conference without understanding that the moral issues of our day must be addressed in the family."
"Isn’t it true that we often get so busy? And, sad to say, we even wear our busyness as a badge of honor, as though being busy, by itself, was an accomplishment or sign of a superior life. Is it? I think of our Lord and Exemplar, Jesus Christ, and His short life among the people of Galilee and Jerusalem. I have tried to imagine Him bustling between meetings or multitasking to get a list of urgent things accomplished. I can’t see it. Instead I see the compassionate and caring Son of God purposefully living each day. When He interacted with those around Him, they felt important and loved. He knew the infinite value of the people He met. He blessed them, ministered to them. He lifted them up, healed them. He gave them the precious gift of His time.
In our day it is easy to merely pretend to spend time with others. With the click of a mouse, we can “connect” with thousands of “friends” without ever having to face a single one of them. Technology can be a wonderful thing, and it is very useful when we cannot be near our loved ones. My wife and I live far away from precious family members; we know how that is. However, I believe that we are not headed in the right direction, individually and as a society, when we connect with family or friends mostly by reposting humorous pictures, forwarding trivial things, or linking our loved ones to sites on the Internet. I suppose there is a place for this kind of activity, but how much time are we willing to spend on it? If we fail to give our best personal self and undivided time to those who are truly important to us, one day we will regret it."
"Many of us, in moments of personal anguish, feel that God is far from us. The pavilion that seems to intercept divine aid does not cover God but occasionally covers us. God is never hidden, yet sometimes we are, covered by a pavilion of motivations that draw us away from God and make Him seem distant and inaccessible. Our own desires, rather than a feeling of “Thy will be done,”2 create the feeling of a pavilion blocking God. God is not unable to see us or communicate with us, but we may be unwilling to listen or submit to His will and His time."
"Did you love me? After an encounter with the living Son of the living God, nothing is ever again to be as it was before. The Crucifixion, Atonement, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ mark the beginning of a Christian life, not the end of it. It was this truth, this reality, that allowed a handful of Galilean fishermen-turned-again-Apostles without “a single synagogue or sword”15 to leave those nets a second time and go on to shape the history of the world in which we now live."
"Do you young people want a sure way to eliminate the influence of the adversary in your life? Immerse yourself in searching for your ancestors, prepare their names for the sacred vicarious ordinances available in the temple, and then go to the temple to stand as proxy for them to receive the ordinances of baptism and the gift of the Holy Ghost. As you grow older, you will be able to participate in receiving the other ordinances as well. I can think of no greater protection from the influence of the adversary in your life.
But what about you? Have you prayed about your own ancestors’ work? Set aside those things in your life that don’t really matter. Decide to do something that will have eternal consequences."
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Gutter Girl
Monday morning brought rain and wind,
but somebody I know didn't seem too bothered by the change in weather.
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