Friday, October 16, 2009

Foot Race

It is a sad, sad day when you realize your six year old can run faster than you can. This week we were out playing with our neighbor friends. My friend Sarah was "timing" Ann Marie to see how fast she could run to the second light post and back. After posting a time of 47.6 and then 47.2 she got serious and went into the house to replace her flip flops with tennis shoes.

With tennis shoes on she posted a time of 46.2. She was excited to have shaved a whole second off her time. All the time she was running I thought, "Geez she could go faster. That doesn't look like she is running full out." I kept yelling "GO ANNIE! Run like there is a monster behind you!"

It was fun. In fact I thought it looked like so much fun that I thought I would race her. What was I thinking? I don't know.

Back in the day (like in college), I used to run. I never have sprinted but I would average 10 minute miles with ease. And I trained to get down to 1.5 miles in 12 minutes for PE. I wanted an A and that was how you got it.

But it has been years since I ran regularly -- lots of years. In fact now that I am thinking about it, I don't think I have run regularly since I had Sabrina.

Anyway, none of this was in my head as I lined up to race my little girl. I have longer legs. She is little. Surely I can out run her right? Boy was I wrong.

Off we raced and she kept looking around at me to see where I was. She would slow up to not be too far ahead of me. I ran as fast as I could in my Crocs with no sports bra and ready to be milked. We got to the light post and headed back. 15 feet from the finish line I lost a shoe. A fraction of a second later Annie finished as I went back for my shoe.

Her time -- 48 seconds. She was slowing up for me.

It is a sad, sad day.

I want a rematch. This time I am going to train and wear a sports bra and make sure I have nursed right before I go out. And this time I am wearing MY tennis shoes. (Well considering that my tennis shoes are also a decade or more old, maybe I should get a new pair of those before I try a rematch.)

In all seriousness, I wanted to write this post because it was so fun to run with Ann Marie and race her. She was so happy and proud of herself to "beat her mom" at something. It is one of those "motherhood memory snapshots" in my head that I am savoring now and want to remember always. I only wish I had captured the race in a real photograph. In the rematch I will make sure to video and photograph it.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Sedarahc

The mailman brought me a package last week. Inside was the game I had been waiting for--SeDaraHc. That night I had a bunch of ladies over for my Project Runway/So You Think You Can Dance/Top Chef Party. After we munched on all the yummy food everyone brought, I asked them to try a round of this game out with me.

We divided ourselves up into two teams -- blonds vs. brunettes -- a classic rival. There were 3 blonds and 4 brunettes. During each teams turn one person was the guesser and the other team members had to act out as many cards as they could in one minute. Oh and the team can't talk to each other while acting out. So there is no coordination or planning involved in the acting.

It was pretty hilarious and some of the turns had me belly laughing. Perhaps my favorite was when our team was trying to act out "Donald Trump." I kept doing crazy movements with my hair. Another player was acting like a duck (Donald Duck right?) I caught on to the Donald Duck thing and our guesser had already said duck but wasn't putting it to "Donald."

So on the ground I drew an outline of Mickey Mouse. She got that it was Mickey Mouse and from there we got to Donald Duck. Using classic charades signs we got our guesser to understand the first of our two word card was "Donald." Now we just had to get "Trump."

One of our team members started doing the act of playing a trombone and then a trumpet. Our guesser got Trumpet. We were almost there! "Donald Trumpet!" She kept yelling. And we kept nodding and doing crazy comb over actions with our hair and rubbing our thumb over our fingers to do the money sign. "Donald Trumpet!?! Donald Trumpet wig?!?"

And then time ran out.

And we all fell down laughing. The other team turned to our guesser and told her "Donald Trump." Ah yes, of course! "Donald Trump."

Anyone want to guess which team won? This should be a no brainer right?

I can't wait to play this game with the Young Women at church. I think they will have so much fun with it. It is a very versatile game that can be enjoyed so many different ways. I am going to have to talk to my friends and get them to create a "Junior" version of it so we can play it as a family. There are, however, blank cards for us to fill in with our own words. Maybe I will use them to make some easier words for my kids in the meantime.

I loved playing this game and will definitely be playing it at our next game night. It would make a great gift for anyone who loves games and Christmas is sneaking up on us.

To get your own copy go to http://www.sedarahc.com/friends and you will get a $5 off discount because you are all my friends!

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Book Update

I have ordered the rough draft copy of my blog book. It is 244 pages so I didn't want to edit it on the computer. I prefer to have a hard copy to edit. I am excited to get it and see how I like it. Once I get it edited I will make it available to the public if anyone wants a copy. It will not be cheap, unfortunately. But I made it a nice book that will serve as a record of this life changing year for our family.

I decided to use Blurb and then just put my book in their bookstore. When I first slurped my blog over to their site it gave me an error message that said, and here I quote: "Whoa! That's some blog you've got there! Unfortunately Blurb can only publish a maximum of 440 pages one book." Then it asked me if I wanted to continue with what it could fit from my blog or if I wanted to start over.

I thought that was a funny message. Kudos to whoever wrote the programing on that. So I had to whittle down my blog to fit. It was easy to take out some posts about So You Think You Can Dance parties etc... It was harder to decide whether or not to leave in the doctrinal posts that answered questions about Mormonism. I don't feel my family needs the information because they either know or are being taught the doctrine. Still I did share some personal stories in some of those posts that I thought I might want in my family history.

For now I have taken those posts out. I was trying to take out everything non-essential to keep costs down. I was afraid the book would cost me $200 because it was so long and has lots of color photos. In the end, this first draft in paperback ran me about $60. I was excited to see it was so inexpensive. But it is still more than I would normally ever pay for a regular book.

So I am not sure how interested people will be in paying for a copy of this book but I am excited to have the first version of it on its way to me. It has been an emotional journey putting it together and my heart is ready to hand it off to someone else to read through it and edit it. I hope to have it edited and in final form before the end of the year. I'll let you know when it is finished.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Bedtime Routine

Someone asked about how I established Noble's bedtime routine in a comment. I thought I would answer in a post. As always, I will start with a bit of background.

When we had Sabrina, she was a very easy baby and could sleep soundly almost anywhere. We could take her with us no matter where we went and we knew she would just fall asleep if she got tired, or Jon could bounce her in his arms for about 30 seconds and she would fall asleep. So for the first 9 months of her life that is how we put her to sleep. Jon would bounce her to sleep.

At 9 months I decided this was not so practical anymore. I couldn't bounce her to sleep. It had to be Jon. He wasn't always available. So we decided to teach her to go to sleep unassisted. We put her in the crib and tucked her in after she was well fed and clean. Then we left the room. She cried. And it about broke my heart. She cried for 40 minutes. Then she fell asleep.

The next night we tried again. Again she cried. This time it was for 20 minutes. Then she fell asleep. The third night she cried for 5 minutes and fell asleep. After that if she cried at all it was only for a minute or two and then she would soothe herself and go to sleep.

I asked myself why I had waited so long to do this with Sabrina. With Ann Marie I started trying at 4 months. It didn't work so well. She was just a really hard baby. My hardest for sure. She would not go to sleep for me. We actually had a live-in, part-time nanny after I had Ann Marie because this girl could get Annie to sleep. (Still thanking my lucky stars for you Shanan!)

With Annie I would try for hours to get her down and then end up taking her to Shanan and she would be asleep in a matter of minutes.

Lauren was the easiest baby ever. She loved the binki and would keep it in her mouth easily. If she was sucking she was sleeping. She slept so much and was easy to put down. I just gave her a binki and her blankie and she was good to go. That was pretty much from day one with her.

Camille and Noble have been rather similar except that Noble had a bit of reflux his first few months so we didn't sleep him in his crib. We put him to bed in his swing. The more upright position was better for him. We would put him in his swing awake and turn out the lights and close the door and he would cry for a minute or two and then fall asleep.

Once in a while he would cry for a bit longer. But generally he would fall asleep in under 15 minutes. If he cried longer than that I would go get him out, play with him for about 20 minutes and then try again. This is because I figured he wasn't really tired enough yet. Usually after another 20 minutes he would be more tired and conk out more easily.

When we transitioned him to the crib it was really easy. We just put him down, turned on the sound machine, turned off the lights, gave him a soft snuggly blanket and left the room. He would cry when we put him down but as soon as we gave him the soft blankie he would rub it over his face. This is a cue to me that he is sleepy.

He may still cry as I leave the room and may even cry a little for a few minutes after I have left. I go downstairs out of earshot and then check on him after a few minutes to make sure he has fallen asleep. 98% of the time he falls asleep after about 10 minutes and has stopped crying after about 3 minutes. The other 2% I go back and get him and try to put him down a bit later as I described previously.

My point is different kids can be different in how they get to sleep. With Camille and Noble they really just want to be put down and left alone so they CAN sleep. Often their crying is a sign of tiredness. We all get cranky when we are tired and they just need a calm, dark, quiet place to let that crankiness out and wind down to sleep.

This may not be true for your kid but it is worth a try if you are feeling frazzled by a longer and more tiring bedtime routine. Good luck finding the right tactic for you and your child!


Monday, October 12, 2009

Front to Back

Note the two little teeth and the cute dimple!

Today Noble rolled from his tummy to his back for the first time. He is getting really good at propping himself up on his hands when he is on his tummy. I can tell he just is longing to crawl around already.

He is fitting 6 to 12 month clothes for the length but he is not too chunky. Long and lean is more his style. He looks more like his dad than any of my other kids have. His hair is far lighter than any of my other kids.

It is a strange thing to watch him grow. Every new stage remind me so much of Camille. I never felt that so strongly with my other kids. I guess because when the older sibling is still living you think of that older child at the age they currently are and it is hard to remember back to when they were nursing or crawling once you are used to them talking and walking.

My last memories of Camille are of her crawling. She had only stopped nursing a month before she died. Those memories of nursing her are some of the last ones I have of her so they are fresh to me still. As Noble grows and gets closer to the size she was when she died, I find myself remembering her so much more.

Noble's been sleeping so much better lately. He goes to sleep the same way Camille used to. He doesn't sleep well unless he is in his own bed. He has a really hard time falling asleep when others are in the room. Just like with Camille, he likes to be put in his bed with his head touching the crib bumper. He likes to have a soft blankie to snuggle up with. He rubs his face in the blanket, cries for a minute till we leave the room and then quiets down to sleep.

I wonder what it will be like when he passes the developmental milestones that Camille last attained and when he grows older than she ever did. Will he remind me less of her then?
photos by Lesli Streets

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Party Time

Okay people. I am hosting a "Project Runway/So You Think You Can Dance/Top Chef" Party this Thursday at 8:30 p.m. If you know me well enough to know where I live come party with us.

We will be watching highlights of this weeks Project Runway and SYTYCD episodes and doing our own version of "Top Chef." Bring your best "top chef" food to the party. It can be any type of food savory or sweet, main dish, dessert, side dish or appetizer. Just make sure it is "top chef" good and be prepared to share the recipe.

We will be tasting a bit of everyones top chef entries and voting for our favorites. I may even come up with a really cool prize for the winner.

I look forward to seeing you all!

Rolling Over

Tomorrow Noble will be 5 months and today for the very first time he rolled over from his back to his tummy. Then I rolled him back over to his back when he got too frustrated and he did it again.

I normally don't note when a kid rolls over for the first time but 5 months seemed a bit late to me so I have been waiting for a while now for him to pick up this skill. I think he has been slow to acquire it mainly due to the fact that he was RARELY ever laying down until recently. He slept in his swing until about 2 weeks ago when Jon and I decided it was time to move him to the crib. His reflux had subsided and it was just time.

And he never really played on the ground. We just never put him down. He is pretty spoiled. But lately I have been trying to give him some time on the ground so he can get these skills down. And I guess it paid off today.

More on Noble later. My sister came and took some photos of him today and I will update more on him when I get the photos to go with the post.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Conference Jewel

Here is my favorite gem from Conference weekend. It was in a talk by Elder Richard G. Scott. I found this to be so very true on my darkest hours and days of grief. I loved the analogy he used to illustrate this truth.

"The influence of the Holy Spirit can be overcome or masked by strong emotions such as anger, hate, passion, fear or pride (and I would add despair). When such influences are present it is like trying to savor the delicate flavor of a grape while eating a jalepeno pepper. Both flavors are present but one completely overpowers the other. In like manner strong emotions overcome the delicate promptings of the Spirit."

May we all find the quiet hope necessary to feel the guidance of the Spirit of the Lord in our lives.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Gotta Try This!



Anyone who knows me well knows how much I LOVE fun party games. I love a good game of Taboo or Charades or Skategories. I had so much fun playing these games with my friends growing up. It is just a source of GOOD CLEAN FUN.

Well one of my very best friends for the past 20 years (wow i can't believe it has really been 20 years) is a guy named Scott Porter. We met on a ski lift at Brian Head 20 years ago. Actually how we met is a funny and crazy story. So I will briefly share in a bit.

First I wanted to tell everyone about a new game he has created with his brother Bryce and a hilarious friend of his Brent Peterson. If anyone knows good party games it is these three guys. Trust me. I have played games with them and there is non stop laughter pretty much the whole time. Here is the email he sent us about his new game.

Subject: It's official: Let the games begin!
Party games have never been this hilarious!
My brother Bryce, Brent Peterson and I have been working on developing a party game this past year and it is finally on the market! Sedarahc—the game of reverse charades! Some of you have already played it and know how outrageously fun it is. It’s an absolute riot with family, work teams or groups of friends practically anywhere and perfect as a holiday gift.
You can purchase it now at the BYU Bookstore or you can get our friend’s discount for $5 off at http://www.sedarahc.com/friends. Feel free to share the discount page with any of your friends or family too. I’m anxious to hear your feedback. (I hope that those that have played games with me before will smile when they read rule #5) :)

Please join our facebook fan club for updates and future promos at: http://www.facebook.com/sedarahc
Thanks!
Scott

I am not a facebook girl but I will be buying this game to try it out. I can't wait! If you love charades or party games like that I am sure it is going to be great. I will let you all know what I think after I play it.

And now for the fun story of how I met Scott Porter ...

I had been hearing all about this guy from all my friends and they all assumed I knew him. But I didn't. I was kinda getting sick of hearing about him.

One Friday night my friend Molly told me all about how her boyfriend left her at a dance because she had danced 3 times in a row with Scott Porter. She kept trying to convince me that I knew him. "You know... Scott Porter.. with the blond hair."

"No, I don't know him."

"Sure you do..."

Anyhow, the next morning I got up early and drove to Brian Head UT with my older brother to go skiing. I was looking to ski with a guy I liked who I knew would be up there skiing that day. (oh the things we do in our youth.) So I spent the first half of the day skiing alone looking for the cute boy --- in a snow suit--- and I didn't even know what his suit looked like. Needless to say I didn't find him.

About noon I went up the single line of the lift and was put on the lift with two high school guys. I started talking to them on the way up. I found out one of them went to the same high school as my brother. So I asked him if he knew my brother or a bunch of his popular friends. When he said no to everyone I figured he was a looser and gave up.

After a few minutes I realized his friend had said he was from St. George. I asked if he was Mormon and they both said "YES!" I turned to the kid from Vegas and said, "You are Mormon, you go to Valley High, and you DON'T know any of those people?" Generally most of the Mormon kids in high school outside of Utah know each other. Or at least they know the more popular kids.

"Oh well I just moved there a couple of months ago," he replied. So then I found out what ward he was in and asked if he knew some of my friend and he knew lots of them. The lift ride ended and he invited me to ski with them. He told me they were playing follow the leader and invited me to lead off. I accepted and got halfway down the hill before I realized thought I had told him my name I had never asked his name. I stopped. He pulled up beside me. I said "Hey what is your name anyway?"

"Scott Porter," he replied. I about dropped down in the snow laughing. SO THIS was the great Scott Porter I had heard SOOO much about.

"Apparently you know Molly Earl too, huh?" I replied still laughing. Then I turned and led off down the hill with him following yelling, "Hey what did she say?"

And thus began a long and adventurous friendship.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Thoughts on Love and Respect

I have been thinking some about love and respect lately. And by "respect" I mean the definition: "a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements."

My great-grandmother Gertrude always used to say that you should marry someone you admire because you can always love someone you admire but you can't always admire someone you love.

While it is optimal to BOTH love and respect or admire those close to us, I have been thinking about which is more important in which relationships, love or admiration/respect.

My mom pointed out in our weekend together that she thinks that it is more important for our children and youth to respect us than love us. I think she is right in this point. Children can get mad at their parents or leaders. That is a natural aspect of a relationship where one has a stewardship to discipline and lead another. But if the child admires her parent or teacher she is more likely to listen to her counsel. She is also going to place more value on positive reinforcement.

Take Simon from American Idol for example. I am sure there are many of the contestants on that show who don't really "love" Simon. But I think most of them admire him and when HE gives a positive comment they know they have done really well.

So I think respect or admiration for our elders is paramount. I think if you have that respect the love follows naturally or at least is fairly easy to develop to some degree.

Looking at the parent to child relationship I would think the converse is true. It is far more important to love our children than to respect or admire them. I don't know that I really feel respect and admiration for my children. They are young and growing. They don't have many talents and abilities cultivated yet that I do not have. Maybe this will change as the years pass. But for now I feel sheer absolute unconquerable love for them.

I think in a parent to child relationship this is so important because love is not conditional. Admiration is. Perhaps someday my child will do something monumentally stupid. Perhaps they will choose to live a life unworthy of my respect or admiration. If my relationship with that child were based on respect, the relationship would wither and perhaps even die. But pure love is unaffected by such circumstances. It lives on even if it takes on the form of pain.

With relationships on an equal level I find I would rather be loved than respected. Don't get me wrong, it is nice to know someone admires me for some reason or another. But respect and admiration are conditional emotions. I would rather know my friend, sibling, cousin, etc... loves me no matter what. That is an emotion I can rely on. That is a relationship I can trust to hold me safe even when I screw up or feel insecure.

When I am feeling weak and insecure, it is to those who I know love me, LOVE me, LOVE ME, that I most quickly turn. It is to them that I can let down my defenses and show my vulnerability and know that I will not risk losing their affections even if I do lose some respect.

I am grateful to have parents I know love me like that. I am blessed to have married a man who both loves and respects me and whom I both love and respect. I hope to be the kind of mother who will be respected and admired by her children. I know I am a mother who loves her children like that. I hope my siblings and all my in laws know that I love each of them. And I think my parents know that I respect and admire them to the ends of the earth and love them no matter what.

Just some of my random thoughts on love and respect ...

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Home Again

I just returned home from a trip with my mom and my kids to the cabin. My husband had a business trip this week and so I roped my mom into helping me out with the kids. Having her help made what would have been a hard week into a fun filled adventure.

My mother is a serious over achiever. She came fully stocked to the cabin with all sorts of activities to do with the kids. I think Sabrina would have spent every minute with my mom if she could have. She loves all of the fun Nana brings to her life.

We read poetry, enjoyed the changing fall leaves, painted pictures of the seasons in watercolor, painted rocks with inspirational words and pictures of our family for a little rock garden, painted the windows with window paint, read stories together, sewed trick or treat bags, watched deer eating out on the front lawn, took an ATV ride to the spring, explored all around the spring and generally had a fabulous time just us girls and Noble.

Mom and I stayed up late talking every night in our bed waiting for sleep to come. I think that may have been my favorite part. I love my mom. I love spending time with her and talking to her. I just really enjoyed spend so much alone time with her.

The one down side is that now I am exhausted. Staying up till the wee hours talking to mom and then getting up with baby every hour on the hour makes for one tired mama. I am looking forward to getting into my own bed tonight.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Signs of Healing


For Camille's birthday in April we planted this oak tree in our front yard. It looked beautiful. But after a couple of months we noticed some of the leaves were turning brown.


You can see in this picture that it is looking a bit dry. We called our landscaper friend to come look at it. He told us we had buried the tree too deep when we transplanted it and it was suffocating under all the soil.


Jon took it upon himself to save this tree. He was out there working to unearth it and raise it up to be at the proper level to thrive. At first it seemed to get worse. It lost all its leaves. We had piles of dirt all around our front yard. But we kept hope.


Then after a few weeks we began to see real signs of life. See the new leaf buds!

New leaves did emerge. And while they haven't grown as large or as full as they were, we are hopeful that next Spring the tree will look every bit as good as it did before.

You may have noticed that my posts have become more sparse. This also is a sign of healing. Like the tree I am not as filled out as I once was or would like to again be someday. But, I have had signs of life in the form of peace, hope, and even ... gratitude yes ... gratitude for my trials lately. That seems pretty amazing to me even as I am writing it. But it is true.

I hope both the tree and I continue to grow and bloom with the seasons.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Another Talk

Annie is giving another talk in church today. She has the same talk Sabrina had last week. Last week we forgot about Sabrina's talk until 5 minutes before she was supposed to give it. :) We sat for a few minutes together and put an outline down on paper. I was so pleased with her as she stood up there and gave her talk with only an outline to guide her words. It is a bit scary to do more of an impromptu talk. She did a fabulous talk.

I would share it but since we didn't actually write it ... well I think I would have a hard time remembering all she said. The topic for both girls was Prophets Teach us to Strengthen our Families. Sabrina's outline highlighted that Family Home Evening, Family Prayer and Scripture Study and Having Love in our Home are thing that prophet have taught us to do that also strengthen our family.

Annie and I just put her talk together. I helped her find the quotes from the Gospel Art Kit. She did the rest. My favorite part is the insight she gives on why her little sister Lauren always wants to say the family prayer. Here it is:

I am doing a talk about how prophets teach us to strengthen our families. I will tell you what three different prophets have taught us about families.

First – President Joseph F. Smith SHOW PICTURE

In 1915, when Joseph F. Smith was President of the Church, the First Presidency wrote a letter encouraging families to hold “home evening activities. They promised blessings to families who would participate. President Smith promised, “If the Saints obey this counsel, we promise that great blessings will result. Love at home and obedience to parents will increase. Faith will be developed in the hearts of the youth of Israel, and they will gain power to combat the evil influence and temptations which beset them.”

HOLD UP FAMILY HOME EVENING BOOK

Family Home Evening is a great thing to have. I like having Family Home Evening because it has lots of activities and it teaches us lessons and everybody has fun doing it.

HOLD UP PICTURE OF PRESIDENT HINCKLEY

President Gordon B. Hinckley said four simple things we can do to help make our families strong. “Let parents and children (1) teach and learn goodness together, (2) work together, (3) read good books together, and (4) pray together.”

We teach and learn goodness together in family home evening. We work together. Yesterday we cleaned our whole house. I like doing it together as a family because we help each other. It would be hard to clean the whole house by yourself. I am glad my whole family can help me. We also read good books together. Right now we are reading this book. HOLD UP TENNIS SHOES BOOK It is a fun book about kids who go back in time and live in Book of Mormon times. We also like to pray together. Lauren my little sister always likes to do the prayer because she wants to make hers short.

HOLD UP PICTURE OF PRESIDENT MCKAY and FAMILY TOGETHERNESS PICTURE

President David O. McKay said “I know of no other place where happiness abides more securely than in the home. It is possible to make home a bit of heaven. Indeed, I picture heaven as a continuation of the ideal home.”

We can do the four things President Hinckley told us to do to make heaven come to our homes. When heaven is in our home it feels really good because it is all calm and no one is fighting. Everyone plays good games and it just feels like everything is Right. I really like it when Heavenly Father is our home because He helps our home feel good. When heaven is in our home it feels like my little sister Camille is there too. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

A Collection, A Treasure

I am not generally a collector. I don't have any curio cases filled with collections of treasures. There isn't anything I go seeking at garage sales. But this experience of losing a child has really brought to the forefront of my life one thing I have been collecting all my life. And this collection astounds and amazes me every time I think of it. It is my overwhelming collection of friends.

I have so many amazing friends. So many of them have done incredible acts of service for me and my family through this trial. They have shared their talents and their love. And I am indebted. I am humbled by them, their talents, and especially their love and concern for me and my family.

A couple of these friends, Paul and Ally Sorenson, were recently asked to speak to an adult session of their stake's conference (this is a meeting for all the adults of roughly 8-10 LDS congregations.) My friend Ally was given the topic of teaching our children about making and keeping covenants. She emailed me to see if she could use my story in her talk and to ask some of my thoughts on the subject. We emailed back and forth a bit sharing our thoughts on the topic.

This morning she sent me a copy of her talk, which she gave last Saturday night. I was touched by her examples, her insights, and her analogy to Christ as our Locksmith. I thought some of you may enjoy reading it as well. I appreciate her permission to share it with you. Thanks Ally! This talk and your friendship are both treasures to me.

“How Do We Teach Young Children What Covenants Are and

How Do We Teach Them to Keep Their Covenants”

In January of 2001, when our oldest daughter Madeleine was three and her sister Amanda was nine-months-old, the three of us were loading into the car after leaving a store. I set down the keys so I could buckle the girls in their car seats. After buckling them both in, I closed their rear door to get back into the driver’s seat, and instantly realized—to my horror—that all the doors were locked, my little girls were strapped in their car seats and my keys were locked in the car. I walked around the car double-checking every door; I tried to coach our three year old to help, but she was incapable. To make matters worse, Paul was on a Young Men’s trip out of town with the other key, and I had no cell phone.

I felt suddenly separated from my children, who you can imagine would have been scared. I felt helpless, and distressed that I couldn’t solve this problem on my own. But I recognized I needed to get help right away! Frankly, at this point the rest is a blur—I don’t remember if I flagged down a nearby gas station attendant or if he saw me franticly pacing around my car and flagged me down! Thankfully, the gas station attendant called a locksmith, and within an hour we had the doors unlocked and my children and I were reunited.

As parents, sooner or later we all face situations like mine: whether of our own doing or not, our family is in a bind; we may be separated—physically, emotionally or spiritually. We can’t figure out how to solve the problem on our own. We need a locksmith—a Savior—to reunite us. Of all the material we discuss tonight, may this lesson of our need for the Savior stand out.

Tonight it is my great privilege to specifically address how we teach young children what covenants are and how we teach young children to keep their covenants. This past week, I told our four-year-old daughter Ashley that I was going to spend some time working on my talk about Covenants, to which she replied, “Oh yeah, what are those again? I don’t remember.” It’s true, young children may have difficulty remembering what covenants are, but with determination and sustained effort they can learn. We want the profound meaning of these sacred agreements to sink deep into the chambers of their souls. The question is, how?

Personal Example and Pure Motive

One answer that has repeatedly come to me is the importance of our personal examples. Recall with me the story of Helaman’s Stripling Warriors. The Stripling Warriors are renowned for their boundless faith and exact obedience. Helaman said in Alma 57:21, “Yea, and they did obey and observe to perform every word of command with exactness; yea, and even according to their faith it was done unto them; and I did remember the words which they said unto me that their mothers had taught them.” While I am sure that their mothers taught them by precept, I have no doubt that their personal example was paramount.

Remember, it was the parents who, once converted, buried their weapons of war, and chose to lay down their lives rather than take up arms and break their covenant. What a tremendous example of obedience. If we desire for our children to be exceedingly obedient, we have the challenge of demonstrating exceeding obedience ourselves—whether it be daily scripture study, regular temple attendance, watching uplifting movies, or accepting and magnifying our calling. Let us demonstrate obedience even when it isn't easy because we have made covenants with the Lord, and we do not make covenants lightly.

But perhaps the most important lesson of the Anti-Nephi-Lehies was the condition of their hearts. I believe the secret behind the Anti-Nephi-Lehies power to successfully raise up the Stripling Warriors was that their motive was pure love. Ammon describes it as follows in Alma 26:31-32: “…yea, and we can witness of their sincerity, because of their love towards their brethren and also towards us. For behold, they had rather sacrifice their lives than even to take the life of their enemy; and they have buried their weapons of war deep in the earth, because of their love towards their brethren.”

I think the Stripling Warriors knew that their parents were faithful to their covenants, but they also knew that they were full of love—love for their brethren, love for their God, and undoubtedly, love for their children. It’s critical that our teaching and our example are also motivated by love—pure love. Firsthand experience with parents who are kind, loving and obedient enables and nurtures faith in a kind, loving and righteous Heavenly Father. When we obey, when we teach, when we correct, are we motivated by love—and do our children know it and feel it?

Receiving the Law…and the Lawgiver

To introduce my second point, let me share a story. We have an “Exact Obedience” chart for our four-year-old daughter Ashley. She is working towards the reward of a doll house. She can earn stickers by doing a chore, being reverent in Sacrament meeting, or a variety of other things as Paul and I determine. The other day I told Ashley she could earn a sticker by setting the table. She immediately questioned: “Two stickers?” To which I responded: “Remember, Ashley, you don’t set the terms of this agreement. Mom and Dad do.”

This wasn’t just me being an authoritarian, I was trying to model for Ashley how divine covenants work. Let me explain. The Bible Dictionary teaches that covenants between God and man are different than agreements between persons or nations. In covenants between God and man, “…the two parties…do not stand in the relation of independent and equal contractors. God in his good pleasure fixes the terms, which man accepts” (651).

That “God…fixes the terms” is an important point that we should teach our young children. As I was trying to teach Ashley that day, she will be blessed as she trusts and obeys the covenant terms set by a loving Heavenly Father. While she won’t set the terms, she can trust that those terms will be for her best good—even and especially when they cause her to stretch.

In addition to teaching our children to receive Divine law, perhaps an even greater responsibility is to teach them to receive and love our Divine Law Giver—Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ is the author of our covenants, and as we love him we are inspired to make and keep His covenants. The prophet Nephi describes how to inspire this love in our children: “And we talk of Christ, we rejoice in Christ, we preach of Christ,… that our children may know to what source they may look for a remission of their sins.” How can we practically “talk,” “rejoice,” and “preach” of Christ? Let us create opportunities for our Children to come to know and love Christ by reading the scriptures as a family daily, by holding regular family prayer, bearing our testimonies frequently, holding family home evening and attending sacrament meeting.

The Value of Our Covenants

As I conclude, I would like to bear my testimony that covenants have meaning because they anchor us to those we love and value most. Let us teach our children to understand the eternal and powerful value of our covenants so that they will feel a strong desire to make and keep them. On June 13, 2008, our family friends Stephanie and Jonathan Waite suffered a difficult trial. Camille, their fourteen-month-old daughter drowned in their backyard spa and died two days later in the hospital. In preparation for this talk, I asked Stephanie to describe the value of her covenants. Here’s what she said,

“For my family, the temple covenants of sealing families together forever have become the central motivating factor to live righteously and keep our covenants. When [Camille’s older sister] Sabrina was baptized I had a powerful witness come to me that what she was doing was bringing her one step closer to being with Camille again.”

More than anything I feel a great gratitude for the covenants Jon and I have made that seal us together as a family because it blesses us even now. It is difficult to explain how connected we feel to Camille even now that she is in heaven. She is still very much a part of our family. That is a great comfort to me and I know even my little Lauren feels the covenant created bond that reaches beyond death and ties her to her sister.”

I think back to the day I locked my girls in our car. In my own small way, I felt a separation. When the locksmith finally opened the door—it was such a relief and a joy. Our covenants are like the locksmith’s tools. They are the tools the Savior uses to unlock the barriers that separate us from our loved ones and from God. Elder Russel M. Nelson said, “Great comfort comes from the knowledge that our loved ones are secured to us through the covenants.” It is such a blessing to know that there is a locksmith and that he has given us the tools. It is incredible to think of the great blessings available to us through covenants. Covenants with our Heavenly Father are the greatest partnership we will ever enter into. May we claim the blessings available to us and our children through covenants is my prayer, in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Sleeping Beauty


This is Lauren's new sleeping position. She goes to the La Z Boy and starts rocking. Then she slumps over and the next thing we know she is out like a light. I loved this particular pose with her Cinderella dress on and her hands all cupped around her chin.

The funny part is that she totally denies that she has slept. I will ask how her nap was and she says she didn't nap -- she wasn't asleep. I ask her to explain the snoring. She denies it ever happened. Today I took a different tactic.

"So Lauren. Then why didn't you answer when I was asking you if you wanted a cookie? Were you ignoring me? Or were you asleep? Because if you were ignoring me you must not want a cookie but if you were asleep when I asked then I guess you could have one now if you wanted one."

I could see the wheels turning in her head. I finally had her.

Very sheepishly, almost so soft and mumbled that I couldn't hear her, "I was sleeping."

Mark one up for Mom. Lauren finally admitted she was wrong about SOMETHING. I guess cookies are a pretty good truth incentive.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

a poem that touched me

i carry your heart
by ee cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope of the mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Saturday, September 12, 2009

A Quick Downpour

Well the good and strong feelings have mostly continued. They have buoyed me up through what could have been some "triggering" things that I have watched or heard. Overall I am feeling really good.

I did have one downpour yesterday for about 15 minutes. Just a few minutes before I was supposed to leave for the school to volunteer I got a phone call. It was a man from the organ donation coordination place. He was calling to let us know that both of Camille's heart valves have been used and at least one of them was used in a child.

His call unsettled me. I have always been very pro organ donation. I am an organ donor on my driver's license. I believe it in it. When Camille was in the hospital I really hoped and prayed that, if she had to die, she would at least be able to donate her organs. Unfortunately, her organs began to deteriorate and become unusable.

I was very sad about not being able to donate her heart to another child. The night she died we went home to our own house. I had not been sleeping for about 3 days. I took a sleeping pill that night and finally got some much needed rest. I was awoken at 5 am by a phone call. I am not sure you can understand just how "out of it" I was when I answered this phone call.

It was the organ donation people asking if I was willing to donate Camille's heart for her heart valves. She had only been dead about 12 hours. I was so upset at them for waking me up like that. I told them that I couldn't really think about that right now and that they would need to call back at a decent hour. Then I hung up.

Jon had his head about him more and through lots of tears we reasoned that we may as well do what we could. He called them back and authorized the donation.

It has been over a year now since that day. And now there are two little parts of my baby girl out there in the world somewhere helping someone else live. Two other families get to have their loved one with them longer. I never could have imagined the strange mix of emotions this fact raises in my soul. I am grateful and happy and at the same time I am a little jealous and mad and sad.

I am still strongly in favor of organ donation. I would have made the donation again if I had to choose now. But I guess I just know it from a different perspective now. I have a more balanced view. I know the emotions attached to each little tiny part of a tiny little person you have loved and grown in your belly and fed at your breast and cared for. I helped create those heart valves through my morning sickness and sleepless nights. And I meant to be creating them for my little Camille to use, not some other nameless faceless person in the universe.

But now she no longer needs them. And someone else does. So now my pains and sacrifice are blessing some other family somewhere and I am journeying through grief. I am happy she was able to bless other's lives. I am so grateful her gifts were used and that two families have had their prayers answered. It is a blessing. Just a really hard blessing to take in. And so I had a 15 minute downpour of confused emotions. Then I went to the school and made photocopies. And suddenly the world seemed normal again.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Night

It is night. Late at night. I am about to go up to bed. But for me it is a special night and I wanted to mark it with a post. I am happy tonight. I am alone and it is late and I am happy. Nothing has happened to make me have some artificial high. My house isn't all clean and sparkley (which would definitely make me happy). No I just feel good.

This is the first night I have felt like this since Camille died. I have been fine other nights. But those are usually when other people are around or there are reasons to make me happy. Nights have been the hardest. My mind get tired at night and in the lonely waking hours I have often come here to the blog to get my feelings out before going to bed. Night is when the wanting and the missing and the questioning has come most forcefully.

But tonight - September 9, 2009 - (It is 12:01 now on 9.9.9) tonight I feel great.

Monday, September 7, 2009

An Update

First, let me correct my last entry. I said that Jon had found a tooth. That was correct. But when I checked Noble's mouth this morning I found not just one but three teeth poking through his gums. He has been chewing on his hands all day.

Today Noble turned 4 months. I usually try to wait till 6 months before starting solids. I hate feeding solids to babies. It is so messy. But I have found that some of my kids are ready for them sooner. So with Jon pushing to start as soon as possible we tested out a bit of oatmeal baby cereal this morning. It was a hit. We sang Happy Birthday to Noble as he had his 4 month birthday cereal. It was sweet. The only down side was that now we have confused Lauren because she thinks Noble is one now. Well, I guess we can correct that as we go.

We got the whole thing on video and Jon did video interviews with each girl to get a video update on each of them. I really am trying to be better about documenting my family on film and in photos. I wish so much I had a million more pictures of Camille and hours upon hours of video. On the other hand, I am incredibly grateful for the video and photos we do have. Word just can't express how humbled I am to be fortunate enough to have such great photos taken by such talented people and at least one or two really cute videos.

With all this "updating" I thought I would give an update on me. I like to give a "reality check" every once in a while here. This is a time when I pull back my focus lens and give the fuller picture of where I am in my journey through grief now.

I am almost to the 15 month mark. Most of the time I feel very strong. I would venture to say that 97% of the time I feel -- well adjusted. I choose that word carefully because I don't want to say "normal" because really what is "normal" anyway? I don't want to say I feel whole or back to the way I was because I am different now. I chose "well adjusted" because I am feeling more comfortable with the new me.

I still have sore spots. There are still triggers that can bring my grief to the surface in a heartbeat. I still have paranoia to deal with. I can easily remember all the pain and anguish of fresh grief. But I do not feel it very often anymore. I am more used to my sore spots. I am developing strategies for dealing with my grief when it comes to the surface. I am adjusting.

I have more peace when I think of Camille now. I am sometimes able to think of her without thinking of her passing. I do have days now and then that I don't see the image of finding her. When I do see it I am much more able to replace the image with a more pleasant one.

I feel like I am finding a good balance between having my heart split between heaven and earth. I live most of my day with my heart fully here. And in the night hours (and often when I am posting) I allow my heart to roam beyond the realm of this existence and send its love and joys and sorrows to a place beyond the sight of my natural eyes.

I still think about Camille lots, but no more than I think about any of my other kids. I still have down days but they are rare lately. It is almost as if the waves are evening out some for me. I do not have such intense lows now. Or at least I haven't for a long time. But the tides do still rise and fall. It is just slow and less extreme now. I will have a hard month where I will be just missing her all month but the intensity is even and mild. Then I will see a turn in the tide and I will have a couple months where I feel strong and "well adjusted."

Lately I have been feeling mostly good (knock on wood.) I am grateful for that. And I feel like Camille is happy about that too.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Bearing Teeth


Today Jonathan brought to my attention that my sweet little baby who will tomorrow turn 4 months has cut his first tooth. This explains the copious amounts of slobber we have recently beheld. It may also explain a few of our sleepless nights of late.

Alas I am hopeful that he will be gentle with these teeth that seem to have come far too early for me. I still have 8 months of nursing ahead of me and he has been known to bite. But I think I said the same of Annie when she got her first tooth at 3 months. I ended up nursing her longer than any of my other kids so I guess it turned out okay.

The other girls got teeth much later. I remember for Sabrina it wasn't until about 8 months. The other two were about 6 months. Still it seems too soon to have a child bearing teeth. Wasn't he just a newborn yesterday?