Author: Brittny

  • Attitude of Gratitude: November 9th

    Attitude of Gratitude: November 9th

    I went through this morning and wrote a quick list of all of the things I wanted to post for all the days between the 1st and the 9th.  But I wanted to start by making sure I got today’s post up first and then I can go back and fill in the cracks.

    Today we were all home sick.  Danny got a stomach bug that had him throwing up on Wednesday night.  This made me wary enough that I decided that while I was at the grocery store yesterday I would stock up on Powerade, lemon-lime soda  and grape juice.  Sure enough, last night as Eric was getting ready to come home both of us were feeling the beginning effects of the bug.  Eric was luckily able to make it home – although he considered just crashing on the couches at work because he was feeling iffy about driving back.  Eric was up with it all night and I was only just *really* starting to feel the full blown effects this morning.  So, after a day of being sick, here are the things I’m grateful for –

    • My sweet neighbor who, without asking or being asked, brought us over soup and bread for dinner, along with some sweet rolls for the morning.  She’d just seen that I posted on facebook that we were home sick and she jumped up and decided to do something.  Mind you, this isn’t someone who has nothing else to do, she’s home alone with her three little girls while her husband has been deployed for the last year or so.  I was so touched that she would think of us and go out of her way to do something so kind.  I need to be more like that, not waiting around until someone asks me to do something, but just go out and do it!  The soup was wonderful, just about the perfect thing after a day of being sick, especially when it’s snowy outside.  I live in the most wonderful neighborhood, hands down.
    • My wonderful Eric who, after only just getting to bed himself around 6am, woke up at 7am to take care of Danny while the flu was really beating me up this morning.  Then again this afternoon when I was going through another bad bout.  Even though he wasn’t feeling great either he took care of our boys so I could lay down and play dead  for a few hours.  Again, what a great example to me.
    • Eric’s tablet and old cell phone that kept our boys happily entertained for HOURS today while we weren’t feeling well.
    • Powerade and lemon-lime soda, especially that we had lots on hand.
    • That, despite the crazy wind/hail/snow storm we had last night Danny slept remarkably well.  It would have been very understandable for him to have awoken to all the noise outside but he didn’t, and because he didn’t I got semi-decent rest last night so I wasn’t entirely out of commission today
    • A warm house.  As I listened to the storm raging outside I was so grateful to live in a  house where I didn’t feel a bit of the wind or snow.  Aside from the sound of the wind and the revving up of our heater I could have been completely ignorant of the storm around me.  What a wonderful blessing it is to be so safe from the elements.
    • That so far *knock on wood* Sam hasn’t had this nasty bug.  Here’s hoping that he can be spared from it!  But if nothing else, at least all four of us weren’t down and out at the same time.  Danny first (giving me warning to prepare), Eric and I together (but able to take turns caring for the boys), and Sam possibly not at all!  Even if he does get it though, I’ll be able to give him my full attention and care while he’s sick.
    • Finally – that we’re all feeling better!  Not 100% but the worst of the bug has definitely passed and we’re on the mend.  I’m grateful for strong, healthy bodies that can fight off diseases without being too much the worse for the wear.
  • Gratitudes

    Gratitudes

    Note: This post sat in my drafts folder for over 2 years.  I had originally intended to expand upon each of these items and tell the stories that go with them… but I can’t even remember the stories any more.  So I’m just backdating it, publishing it and calling it good.  Here’s a list of some of the things I was grateful for in November of 2012 🙂

    November 2nd – boys who will play together happily, skills that I can use from home to contribute to my family
    November 4th – old friends, cake, family
    November 5th – new Adobe building! Eric has a good job
    Nov 6th – right to vote, democracy, eric taking danny
    Nov 7th – grateful for food storage, leaders who give us guidance
    Nov 8th – washing machine to take care of clothes, husband to hold danny after puking, snuggling as a family
    Nov 9th – grateful for a warm house, safety from the elements, kids sleeping through windstorm

  • Attitude of Gratitude: November 1st

    Attitude of Gratitude: November 1st

    As November rolls around I see lots of posts on Facebook from my friends who are counting down to Thanksgiving by posting things they are grateful for on their status messages each day.  I’ve always thought this was great but I’d miss a few days at the beginning of the month and then not just jump in where I was.  So once again I’m about a week late to start doing this but I want to start anyways.    I decided I’d rather post these in my blog than just on Facebook to give me a little more space to write my thoughts, post pictures etc.  It also feels a little more permanent than Facebook 🙂  I’m going to start back on the first because I have many things to be grateful for from that day because it was my birthday!  I’ve thought of things I was grateful for each day this month but we’ll see if I manage to get them all posted or if I just start from where I’m at after the first.  Here we go:

    Me as a baby 🙂
    • I’m especially grateful for this article that my hairdresser posted on her Facebook wall.  I spent a few minutes reading it in the morning and it really put my whole day into perspective.  I *love* Elder Holland and this was an excellent talk on the Atonement and what we’re all striving to do and become here on the earth.  And of course, I’m grateful for the Atonement and the opportunity I have to return to live with Heavenly Father some day.  I’m grateful for this understanding in my life.
    • I’m so grateful to have been born!  I’m grateful for parents who loved me and raised me and were willing to make so many sacrifices on my behalf.  I’m grateful for their tireless concern and efforts to help me become the woman I am today.  I’m grateful that after being in labor for over 24 hours my mom endured through to give me life.  I cannot adequately express the gratitude I have for such wonderful parents, it’s one of the greatest blessings afforded to me in my life.
    • I’m grateful for Eric.  He made my day wonderful just by being in it.  He spent the day working from home and took the time to help me get our dishes under control (I’m a bad dishes doer and I get very overwhelmed when the dishes get out of hand, so this was HUGE for me).  He watched Sam for an hour while I napped with Danny (which I’d told him was the one thing I wanted for my birthday – a nap!).  Then he took me to the temple before going out to dinner with me.  It was a wonderful day just being with my family and I’m grateful for the efforts Eric made to make it just a wonderful day.
    • I’m grateful for my mother-in-law who came up to our house after work to watch our boys so that Eric and I could go out for the evening.  I love my little boys very much, but it is sometimes so nice to get away for even a few hours, especially when you know they are in good hands.
    • I’m grateful for the temple and the peace we can feel there and the joy of serving others.
    • I’m grateful for the 75+ friends who took the time out of their day to wish me a happy birthday.  Even if Facebook makes it so easy to do, even those few seconds that people took to click on my name and write a quick “happy birthday!” on my wall mean something to me.

    So thank you to everyone who made it a wonderful birthday!

  • Enos, and the request of a mother

    Enos, and the request of a mother

    Note: I wrote the outline for this back in June, when April’s conference talk was obviously much more on my mind.  However, finishing off this post apparently took a backseat for awhile and I only just re-discovered the draft.  Please accept my apologies for being so delayed in posting this.

    In April’s General Conference President Uchtdorf related a story at the beginning of his talk of a mother who had requested that he speak on a particular subject.  She had two children who were estranged from one another and she wrote to President Uchtdorf  saying that if he would just speak on a particular topic that her children would be reconciled.  President Uchtdorf said that among other things that letter had prompted him as to what to speak about.  He also said before beginning his talk “Dear sister, I pray that the Spirit will touch your children’s hearts.”

    I was so touched that of the multitude of topics he could have chosen to speak on, to a church of millions of people, this good man directed his comments to one particular sister and her two children.  I felt like the request was a bit audacious to feel like your children’s fight warranted the intervention of someone of such standing who doubtless had many other things to do.  However, I was more impressed with President Uchtdorf’s fulfillment of the request, regardless of audacity.

    Tonight we read the book of Enos.  In this single chapter book we read of a man’s prayer for his nation, his enemies and other things.  One of the particular things Enos requests is the preservation of his people’s records.  I couldn’t help but think, what if the only reason we have the Book of Mormon today is that this one man had the audacity to ask the all-powerful, all-seeing, surely busy God to look out for the things he and his people had written?  Surely he could have thought – if the Lord wants our records preserved, he’ll preserve them and I don’t need to ask for it.  But he didn’t.  Rather than just seeking for his own personal forgiveness and things that he could control, he put his faith in God and had the faith that his own requests – however small or insignificant – were being heard by one who has the power to fulfill those requests.

    In the Bible Dictionary we read –

    “Prayer is the act by which the will of the Father and the will of the child are brought into correspondence with each other. The object of prayer is not to change the will of God, but to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that God is already willing to grant, but that are made conditional on our asking for them. Blessings require some work or effort on our part before we can obtain them. Prayer is a form of work, and is an appointed means for obtaining the highest of all blessings.”

    What if Enos had neglected to perform that work and because of that we didn’t have the Book of Mormon today?  Perhaps the simple prayer of this one man have since affected millions of lives.  What if that one woman hadn’t taken the time to ask President Uchtdorf to speak to her children?  Perhaps this wonderful talk, which is so needed in our day, wouldn’t have been given.  Maybe we would have heard more about airplanes, or something else.  I’m sure whatever else President Uchtdorf could have spoken on would have been wonderful, but perhaps not this often quoted, well beloved talk that we were blessed with back in April.

    This made me wonder, what blessings am I being denied simply because I don’t have the faith to ask?  I have a new resolve to strengthen my prayers and pleadings in behalf of those I care about, our nation and our world. I think our prayers have more power and import than we realize and we need to be diligent in using it to benefit the world.

  • I Want to Have Been a Missionary… Then

    I Want to Have Been a Missionary… Then

    So if you were listening to General Conference this morning you heard a most amazing announcement.  *Spoiler alert!  If you haven’t listened to this morning’s session you might want to hear this from the prophet before you hear it from me 🙂 *  They changed the eligible missionary ages for young men from 19 to 18 and for young women from 21 to 19.

    I was stunned when I heard this news.  At first the focus for me was for those young men, what a difference that age change makes for them.  They can now go on their missions straight out of high school instead of having that awkward year between graduating high school and going on a mission where their lives are somewhat on hold while waiting for the next thing.  It made me think of  my little brother who just received his mission call, but if this change had been made sooner he likely would have left sometime this summer instead.  I also thought of a young man that got lost in that year between 18 and 19 and has now made some life choices that have changed his life forever.  I wondered if his life might have been different if he’d had the option to leave a year sooner.

    Then when they announced the age change for the sisters I didn’t really know what to think.  A large part of me was elated for the sisters that will be able to go on a mission.   But I couldn’t help but think, “why couldn’t this change have happened 10 years ago?”

    Let me give you some background on me.  When I was a little girl I lived in a ward that had sister missionaries.  I *loved* those sister missionaries.  They were the coolest people ever in my opinion and I wanted to be just like them.  As I was growing up whenever primary teachers or Sunday school teachers or whoever would ask “Who’s going to serve a mission” my hand would shoot up as one of the first.  I always wanted to serve a full-time mission.

    As I graduated high school all of my guy friends were preparing for missions and I was completely jealous of them.  I’d heard that daughters of mission presidents got an exception that they could serve missions early and I started hoping that my dad would get called as a mission president.  I took mission prep classes in my ward and at BYU, I read books and studied as best I could so I could one day serve a mission.  Everyone told me that I would never make it that far, that I’d be one of those girls who got married my freshman year, but I wanted to serve SO badly.

    At the end of my junior year of college I had the decision to make, in November I would finally be turning 21 and I could finally actually put in my mission papers.  I got my mission papers and filled them all out so that I could be ready.  As I was getting prepared to turn them in I stopped and prayed about my decision.  I can remember what the place looked like where I prayed about this decision, I was looking at a huge grassy field and praying about what I should be doing in the next couple years.  I had a year left of schooling, and after  three years of schooling I’d finally found my niche at BYU, so of course the decision was a bit harder.  But I still wanted to serve a mission.  The answer I received then was that it wasn’t the right time for me to serve a mission and that I needed to wait another year.

    During that next year I met, dated, got engaged to and married my wonderful husband.  I’m glad that I was able to be in the right place at the right time to make the most important and best decision of my life.  I truly think that one of the major reasons, if not the reason, I wasn’t supposed to serve a mission at that time was so that I could be at the right place  at the right time to marry the amazing man that I did and so that we could start our family.

    However, had the opportunity to go been available to me at age 19, as I so desperately wished it could have been at the time, there isn’t a question in my mind that I would have gone.  When I heard today’s change in policy I was stunned for a little while.  Then, as I took my baby upstairs to nurse him, I laid down in my bed and cried.  I feel like my hopes and prayers for that opportunity for mission service were answered… but too late for it to do me any good.  It would be a lie to say that, while I’m ecstatic for the young women who can take advantage of this opportunity, there’s a part of me that cries out, “why couldn’t it have been me?”  I don’t at all regret my decision to forgo a mission in favor of marrying my husband.  Not even a little bit.  Starting a family is the most important thing I believe I will ever do in my life and I am grateful for the opportunity.

    But at 19 my life looked totally different than it did at 21.  At 19, I wasn’t at all ready to settle down and start a family.  I still had things that I wanted to do with my life and experiences to have.  I wanted to explore the world and do lots of things.  A mission was exactly what I wanted to be doing and I would have gone in a heartbeat.  There isn’t a single doubt in my mind that had that option been available to me then that I would have gone and served a mission.

    At 21 though, things start looking different.  At 21 I had to look and realize that most of my guy friends were home from missions, and starting to look at getting married and starting the next part of their lives.  If I left for a year and a half at 21, then I wouldn’t be returning home until I was nearly 23.  Within Mormon culture those are fairly prime marrying years, they’re the years where a young woman is still approximately the same age as the young men who have recently returned from their missions.  At 23 the main pool of eligible young men has dwindled significantly and it’s much more difficult to find the kind of person I would want to be marrying.

    Also, at 19 I was nowhere near finding my niche.  Actually my 19th year was one of the hardest of my entire life and had I been on a mission then that would have changed everything.  I only had a single year of schooling under my belt, no declared major, and nothing that would hold me back from serving the Lord.

    There is a huge pang of jealousy going through me right now.  But at the same time I think it’s important for me to stop and realize that the options that were available for me were good options.  I don’t regret not having served a mission, I got in the experiences that I wanted to before settling down with my family.  I traveled the world with the Young Ambassadors and completed my college degree.  I had lots of time as a single young woman to go and serve in the temple and make good friends and do many good things.  It doesn’t really do me any good to consider how my life would have been different had these options been available to me – because they weren’t available to me.  I believe that I was put where I was and when I was for very good reasons and I am very happy with where the path of my life has led me.  It’s hard to do, and I’d be lying if I were to say that knowing these things intellectually is making the feelings of jealousy and sadness go away completely, but I still think it’s important to remember and I’ll get over it by and by.  Also, I always in the back of my head knew I wouldn’t get to serve a mission as a young woman.  I fought against that feeling HARD.  I was definitely “kicking against the pricks” just like Paul.  The truth is I didn’t need to pray about whether or not I ought to serve a mission just before I turned 21, I had known for certain the day I received my patriarchal blessing that it wasn’t meant to be for me.  The way some things are worded let me know that it wasn’t what I was needed for.  I would be a different person today if that option had been available to me, but I wouldn’t be the person Heavenly Father needed me to be.

    It’s been interesting to think today on the ramifications these changes will have on the youth of the church.  I think that this is going to make a HUGE difference in the way that our young people see a mission.  It makes a mission so much more feasible for young women without asking them to sacrifice opportunities dating and marriage if they want to serve. But if they’re coming home by the time they’re 21 that gets them back still in that prime age for marrying.  I think we are going to find that having younger sister RMs is going to change the dating scene amongst our young adults.  These young women will likely come home much more serious about dating and marriage and will expect the young men to step up.  I think before there were young men who would come back from missions serious minded, but find that the young women they had left behind hadn’t changed their mindset in quite the same way and the result was a lot more non-serious dating for both groups.  I think this change will result in marriage rates increasing among our young adults at an earlier age.

    I think it’s going to make a difference in how the young men prepare when the young women are preparing alongside them.  I can’t help but think that having cute girls at mission prep will help entice more young men to come to the classes 😉  I also think that the young women might be more drawn to those same classes knowing it will be where the eligible, righteous young men are.  I think that having young men and women coming home from missions at quite similar ages and being at the same point in their lives is going to affect how they date and get married.  In the past it seemed like many of the young women were given this big blank slate after high school.  Education, marriage, mission, all of these things were on the table, but not in the same sort of laid out mandated order as they were for the young men.  Now there’s a much more feasible, structured order that the young women have that coincides with the young men.

    Anyways, I’m SO excited for these changes.  Even if they’re too late for me, I think they’re going to make a huge difference in the missionary force for the church and the church membership as a whole.  Now I need to go back and make some adjustments to the FHE lesson I prepared about missionaries a couple weeks back…

  • Prophets and General Conference FHE

    Prophets and General Conference FHE

    So, after I finally finished last week’s lesson for this week… I decided I wanted to do something else for FHE tonight 😛  General Conference is coming up this weekend and I wanted to talk to my sons about that to get them prepared. So I started on it this morning and came up with what I wanted to tell them and some visual aids to go along with it.  It’s not as awesome as I would like, but for having decided that I wanted to do this earlier this morning and working with toddlers underfoot – it’s pretty darn ok 🙂   You can see a copy of the visual aids I created above.  The clip art I used is from a few different sources so it doesn’t match perfectly, but it was good enough for my purposes.  Maybe some day I’ll get everything in it that I want.  I’m also planning on using a picture of the quorum of the twelve apostles and the first presidency with this lesson if I can get my husband to pick them up on his way home.  Hope someone else’s family enjoys this too!

    Prophets & General Conference Lesson Outline

    Prophets Visuals – Reversed for Flannel Board

    Prophet Visuals

    Update: For my own family I made this lesson into a PowerPoint Presentation (because that’s just how I roll).  Anyways, if anyone else would like to use that I’ve included it here – Prophets & General Conference Slideshow.  I like this format personally because it has all the text of the lesson on the screen so you can pretty much just read from the screen, and have the visuals display as you go.  It also makes the prophets matching game a little more interactive.


    Image Credits:

    Noah and Ark from The Friend, November 2011

    Nephi, Brass Plates, Moses, 10 Commandments, Samuel the Lamanite, star and manger from Chocolate on My Cranium

    Daniel & Lions from Sugardoodle

    President Monson speaking at Conference from LDSColoringBook.com (General Conference Coloring Book)

    Joseph Smith’s First Vision from LDSColoringBook.com (Church History Coloring Book)

  • I Want to Be A Missionary Now FHE

    I Want to Be A Missionary Now FHE

    On Friday my little brother Cody opened up his mission call!  I can’t believe he’s old enough to be going on a mission but I’m very excited for him.  Since missions are obviously a topic that gets discussed a lot around our house right now I wanted to make it the topic of a Family Home Evening lesson for my kids.

    I looked around the internet to see if I could find a lesson that was like what I wanted to do, but nothing quite fit the bill.  What I really wanted to do was discuss how mission calls are made and talk about what missionaries really do.  Since we have really young children this seemed like a good building block to have.  Most of the lessons I saw were about sharing the gospel, which is awesome just not what I wanted to do.  So I decided to make my own.

    I put together a lesson plan but what I really wanted was to have a flannel board story to go along with it (that format works really well for our kiddos).  I searched high and low to find the type of clip art graphics that I wanted but really didn’t come up with anything.  I found one picture that I really liked but nothing that matched it.  So I decided to take the picture I’d found and use it to create my own clip art to fill in the rest.

    (P.S. – I spent a lot of time coming up with the clip art so I feel the need to share the whole story, if you just want the fruits of my labors the lesson plan and graphics links are at the end of the post, feel free to skip the whole story 🙂 )

    This is what I started with:

    Bike Missionaries by Arie Van De Graff

    I decided the missionary on the right would be the easiest to work with since he didn’t have a helmet on and already had hair.  So I cut him out, stole the other missionary’s left arm, took off his backpack and his tag and… 

    Voila!  Now I have a pre-missionary who is ready to meet with his bishop.  Of course, that means that next I’ll need a bishop.  So I doubled that missionary, turned one copy of him to face the other way, added a door in the background and got to work editing one of the copies so that he could look like a different person than the original missionary (a little weird for him to interview himself to go on a mission).  I changed his skin tone a little, got rid of the Mormon wave, smooshed his head, changed his mouth, added a jacket (that was definitely the hardest part), and tried to make them look like they’re shaking hands.  I got pretty far through this process and then realized I had a problem –

    I had accidentally amputated the bishop’s left hand!  Crap.  Eric also pointed out that I was having them shake hands very awkwardly, the Bishop’s hand should be on top instead of the prospective Elder’s.  A few more changes and…

    Tah-dah!  Now he looks like he’s ready to give out mission calls.  This whole process was HARD (I’m not very artistically inclined, if you can’t tell from my Photoshopping efforts).  So I decided to dig a little more for some clip art that might match.  I found the original picture at MormonShare.com and it indicated that it had been submitted by Jenny Smith, but a perusal of Jenny’s site seemed to be a mirror effort of what was on MormonShare.  I had left a comment with Jenny to see if she could help me find more similar clip art, but I wasn’t too hopeful.  Then I noticed that while the image had been *submitted* by Jenny Smith, the artist listed was Arie Van De Graaff.  A quick Googling of that name led me to his website – The Mormon Cartoonist.  Jackpot!  I emailed Brother Van De Graff to check if it was ok if I posted my finished product on my website (it was) and if he had any ideas on where I could find some of the other pieces I was looking for.

    While I waited for a response I went to Google Images and now that I had an artist name for the pictures in question I had a lot more success.  The next thing I wanted to make was a picture of an apostle reviewing the prospective missionary’s papers and issuing a call.  Not an easy bill to fill, mostly I was interested in finding someone sitting in an office chair since that was a piece I wasn’t keen on creating myself.  I found this –

    Which I actually only just realized is not by Arie Van De Graff, but by Kevin Beckstrom, but he mentions Arie on his blog post so it came up in my search.  Anyways, I took the adult trekkie, turned him around to face the computer screen, shaved his head, put him in a suit, gave him a smile, and put the missionary’s information on the computer screen and…

    Tah dah!  Our Trekkie is now an apostle!  The funny thing was I was having a hard time finding a scribble that I could use for the writing on the computer screen.  I didn’t want to have to come up with actual text, and drawing scribble text with a mouse is harder than you might think!  I had to go and find that scribble on someone’s MySpace page, and then I shrunk it and pasted it over and over 😛  Go figure.

    My next step was to make a picture of our missionary receiving his mission call.  This is where I struck gold!  I found this digital coloring book which had almost all the rest of the images that I needed.  Plus, it was illustrated by none other than Brother Van De Graaff himself, so the theme fit perfectly.  Strangely enough the picture for the MTC actually came from the coloring book for The Proclamation on the Family, but it worked.  I put my missionary into all of the pictures and got the rest of my pictures –

    So, if you survived through my long story of how I got all my graphics you definitely deserve to have a copy of this lesson.  I don’t promise that it’s the most amazing and life changing lesson, but I’m excited to do it with my boys next week (obviously I kinda missed getting it done for this week, even though I started on Monday with that intention 😛 )  I think it’s probably good if you have very little boys like I do.  I got some of my ideas from this FHE Lesson at A Year of FHE and I plan on printing out her map as well as the missionary tags to go along with the lesson.  So without further ado –

  • The Flag in Our Yard

    The Flag in Our Yard

    Dear Sam & Daniel,

    Today there’s a flag in our yard that isn’t there most days.  Do you know why?  Our neighborhood’s Boy Scout troop has a fundraiser every year where they will display a flag in our yard to commemorate special days.  But what makes today special?  What is different about today, Tuesday, September 11th that makes it a day when we want to display a flag in our yard?

    Let me tell you about a different Tuesday, September 11th, the one that happened 11 years ago. That day there wasn’t a flag in our yard, I was 15 years old and it was a school day just like any other.  I woke up very early that morning for seminary and I was probably late as usual.  It was pretty early in the school year and we were still excited for the year ahead.  After seminary I carpooled with some friends to the school.  Because I was in the early seminary class, but didn’t have a first period class I wandered over to the cafeteria where I would hang out with some of my friends before school and usually try to catch up on some homework.  When I walked in I saw my friend Whitney and I bounced over and cheerfully asked her how she was doing. When she looked at me her face was shell shocked and blank, I could tell immediately that something had happened that had caused her mood to be much different from my own.  She told me, “They bombed the World Trade Center.”

    At the time those words didn’t mean much to me.  I didn’t even know what the World Trade Center was or who “they” were or anything.  As she tried to explain some of what was going on we decided to walk over to the library to see if the librarian, a lady we also happened to know from church, would let us watch some of the news coverage from there.  It was a little while before she got there but when she got in we turned on the news to see this –

    At 8:46 am EDT an airplane that had been hijacked by terrorists had been crashed into this tower in New York City.  At the time there were two towers side by side that were the tallest buildings in the city where many people worked every day.  It was totally stunning to see.  Since I lived on the west coast this had happened at 5:46am my time, so all this had happened while I was on my way to seminary.  While I was beginning my day other people were ending their lives.  Then while I was sitting in seminary that morning another plane had been hijacked and crashed into the second of those two towers.  At 9:37am EDT, while we were wrapping up our seminary lesson for the morning, yet another plane had been intentionally crashed into the Pentagon.  At 10:03 am EDT, while I was on my way to the cafeteria to talk to Whitney, yet one more plane had crashed, this time, due to the bravery of some civilian passengers, it crashed in a field rather than into a high profile target.

    By the time I was even hearing about what had happened, the whole attack was over.  But at the time we didn’t know this.  I was worried, where I lived was close to the big city of Los Angeles.  If these things were happening in New York City I wondered what might happen much closer to home.  That day in school, most of our classes suspended instruction in favor of watching the coverage on these attacks.  We watched as they worked their best to evacuate as many people from those buildings as possible, and we watched as the buildings then came crashing down trapping many people inside and pushing the debris out for a long ways around.  The story was vastly significant.  New York City is one of the biggest cities in our country and almost everyone knows someone there.  My dad had done business in the World Trade Center on many occasions.  Your dad stood at the top of one of those buildings only a month before this happened.  One of my best friends had returned from New York City only the night before.  Across the nation people were concerned about loved ones and what might have happened to them in these awful events.

    The FAA decided to ground all air traffic for the next few days while they sorted out what happened.  One of my best friend’s parents were stranded in Utah and couldn’t come back because of the flight cancellations, so she ended up coming over to our house that afternoon.  I don’t think you will ever truly be able to comprehend what happened in the following days unless another event of similar magnitude happens within your lifetime.  I pray you won’t have to endure such an awful experience, but actually it wasn’t all terrible.

    Yes, the people that we lost and the sense of security that was lost were horrific, and not the sort of thing you would ever wish upon anybody ever.  However, there was a silver lining to it as well.  In the days and weeks that followed everyone seemed a lot more caring of one another.  I remember being in check out lines and seeing cashiers ask how people were doing, and truly were wondering if they were withstanding these events well and how they were holding up.  “How are you” became not just a rote question that we asked each other out of politeness, but out of a genuine caring for our friends and neighbors well-being.  We all went home that night and hugged our families a little bit tighter, and thanked God for those in our lives who we were so privileged to love and still have with us.  People were more humble and the churches found higher attendance than they’d seen in a long time.   But at the same time, we were proud as a nation.  The American flag was hung from every door and we were proud to be Americans.  Our president said we would find those responsible for the attacks and bring them to justice.  President Bush gave this speech to our nation and even reading it today I’m moved by the words because I remember from whence they sprang.

    In the weeks that followed there was lots of coverage given to the heroes of that day.  In the hours between the impact of the airplanes and when the towers fell down, hundreds of firefighters went into the twin towers and rescued many people from the buildings collapse.  Medical personnel showed up on the scene to treat those with injuries.  Policemen did their part to close off the area and help get people out of harm’s way.  The passengers on Flight 93 heard about the catastrophic events that had unfolded that day and bravely stood up to the armed hijackers preventing further harm.  Nationwide people were trying to find ways they could help.  There were many blood drives and candle light vigils.  It was a time of tragedy, but also a time when we were proud to be part of this great American nation.

    Our school held a fundraiser for the families of firefighters who had been killed in the collapse of the twin towers.  I bought a metal bracelet  that had the words “We Will Never Forget” on it that I wore for the next several years. And it’s true, I will never forget the events of that day.  My 15 year old mind was given a lot to think about that day and in the days to follow.  Thoughts about mortality, safety, care for our fellow man and what it means to be an American.  However, you cannot ever truly remember the events of that day.  However convincingly I word my thoughts on that day, you weren’t there and therefore cannot fully understand what these things meant to those of us who were there.  You won’t really understand why we have to take off our shoes in the airport, or why we can’t bring liquids on airplanes.  You don’t understand the relief that it brought when we heard that SEAL Team Six had *finally* gotten Osama bin Laden.  You can’t comprehend exactly why we allowed things like the Patriot Act to come into existence.  I won’t say that all of these things were the right thing to do, but I will say that I understand why we did them.  There was once a Tuesday that should have been exactly like any other Tuesday, just like the Tuesday we’re having today, but that day the whole world changed.

    I hope that one day you can understand the pride of being an American citizen and feel the gratitude we have for the men and women who defend the rights we have as a nation.  We are blessed beyond measure to have the freedoms that we enjoy and we should be grateful for it every day.  That is why we have an American flag in our yard today.

    Love,

    Mom

  • Angry Birds FHE

    Angry Birds FHE

    As I was playing on Pinterest a few months ago I came across an idea for a Family Home Evening lesson using Angry Birds as a way to teach children to control their emotions.  Since I have little children and a smartphone, Angry Birds is obviously something that gets played A LOT in our household and I knew this would be a hit.  I found the lesson on The Home Teacher and her original lesson plan is here.  She has also taken the time to put together some awesome resources, including a follow up post with more birds and lots of printables including posters and workbook pages.  The whole thing is awesome and I was excited to do it for my boys for FHE.

    For Christmas this last year my sister-in-law gave us a flannel board and a bunch of flannel board stories for FHE.  Sam now thinks of FHE as a flannel board story time so I knew the lesson would go best if I were to make the Angry Birds into something that would go on our flannel board.  So I took all of the bird images and put them in a single page format so I could print them onto an iron on transfer.  The lesson that night was a little scattered because I was working off of my memory of what I had read in the blog posts.  As part of a project I’m working on right now I decided to write out a concise, easy-to-use FHE outline that had all the main ideas from The Home Teacher’s blog posts as well as an assigned opening and closing song, a shortened link for an idea to make your own version of an Angry Birds game using paint, cans and a dodgeball, and a treat suggestion.  Basically I wanted to make it so you could print out the outline and have an almost zero-prep FHE lesson.

    Anyways, I finished that off and decided to share the fruits of my labors here.  I’ve included the outline, the single page formatted visuals and the visuals reversed (for iron-on transfer).  If you aren’t using the lesson on a flannel board or some other small format I really suggest The Home Teacher’s posters as they have a lot more detail and are just plain prettier.  I also highly recommend reading through her blog posts on the lesson as they explain her ideas in a lot more detail (my main goal was to make the lesson plan fit on one page front and back so I had to pare it down a lot).

    This has become Sam’s favorite FHE lesson, whenever we pull out the binder he asks us to do the Angry Birds lesson again.  Not just because it’s a fun topic though, he really knows what we have each of the birds representing and names the birds by their lesson names when he’s playing the game too!  I hope you enjoy this as much as we have!

    I just want to say thanks again to Keri at The Home Teacher for all the effort she put into putting this lesson together in the first place, and for the permission to share it again here!

  • 2012 Primary Theme Printables

    2012 Primary Theme Printables

    For those of you who might not know, I’m currently in the primary presidency of our ward.  I’ve been emailing out printables to the parents of our primary children each month that have the theme and scripture for the month that they can print out and hang in their homes.  Our biggest goal as a presidency is to find ways to help the parents in our ward to teach and discuss gospel principles with their children in their homes.  We realized that often the parents don’t even know what we’re talking about each month!  So we made these posters so the monthly theme and scripture can become a focal point of their study and interactions with their children.

    The printables aren’t anything really fancy, just a themed seasonal border and the theme and scripture nicely formatted inside.  I went through the other day and finished making printables for the rest of the year so I thought I would post them here in case someone else finds them useful.  I didn’t start making these until April so I’m sorry if you were hoping for posters for the whole year.  If people really want ones for January, February and March I could probably put some together, I just didn’t think it would be worth the effort to do it.  I’m hoping to make new ones for 2013 as soon as the Sharing Time manual gets posted and I’ll put those up as soon as I make them.  Please feel free to share these with anyone who might find these helpful, I always appreciate a link back if you do 🙂

  • Rollercoasters

    Rollercoasters

    So it’s been awhile since I posted a High/Low and highs and lows seem to be describing my day today so, here we go…

    High: This morning Sam woke up early (as usual) and we came downstairs.  After awhile I left him watching some Sid the Science Kid so that I could go take a quick shower while Danny was still sleeping.  Just before I jumped in the shower I saw Danny sleeping peacefully in bed with Eric.  When I got out, Danny was gone.  I go downstairs to find that he’d gotten himself out of bed, crawled down the stairs and was happily playing with his big brother.  I love my two little boys!

    Low: Sam spent the rest of the morning terrorizing Daniel until I was about ready to throw him out the window.  Seriously, why can’t he just let his brother be?!?!

    High: Some of the girls in our neighborhood have put together “Monday Madness” where one person organizes a playgroup activity and we all go to a park, or the splash pad or hang out in someone’s backyard for an afternoon.  It’s a great way for us to get out of the house and enjoy being with some other people.  Today we went to the pool in our neighborhood which is always fun.

    Low: When we got there we were informed that Sam wouldn’t be allowed in the pool because he wasn’t wearing a swim diaper, and despite being potty trained, he is 3 and all kids 3 and younger must wear swim diapers.  I had to call Eric to bring up the swim diapers for us.

    High: When we were packing up to go I realized that we didn’t have our little swimming boats that the boys use at the pool.  When I checked up at the Community Center I found that they were still there in their Lost and Found.

    Low: Daniel didn’t want to stay in the little boats and insisted instead on running around in the shallow end and flopping himself underwater every few seconds.  Seriously, nothing I could do would convince the kid that he would rather be above the water than below it.  I got him and Sam in their boats for a little while and we did the lazy river a few times but Danny was getting mad (he hadn’t taken a nap this morning).  So, I pulled him out of his boat and was trying to carry him around and settle him down in the pool.  Sam then wanted to trade boats so I put him in Danny’s boat.  While we were walking around in the shallow end I was paying attention to Danny in my arms and trying to help him go to sleep and suddenly the lifeguard jumps into the pool and grabs Sam.  In the maybe 10 seconds (I don’t think I’m exaggerating at all, I really hadn’t hardly let go of the boat) that I wasn’t actively watching Sam he had managed to flip the boat upside down and was trapped underwater.  I felt like the worst mom ever.  I don’t think Sam would have really drowned, I really was keeping an eye on him, he just must have flipped that boat over so fast that I didn’t see it.  Better yet, all the moms in the neighborhood were there so they all know what a terrible mom I am.  #momfail

    High: Both boys came home and fell fast asleep right away so that I could write this blog post.


    This next set didn’t happen today but while I’m thinking about it I thought I’d write it.

    High: While we were in California last month Eric and I decided to take a little one night getaway and go down to Long Beach to celebrate our 5 year wedding anniversary.

    Low: Eric got roped into lots of work stuff that day and we didn’t get out of the house until after 5pm, meaning major rush hour and it was going to take forever for us to get to Long Beach.

    High: We decided to stop before hopping on the freeway and go to The Cheesecake Factory that’s all of 5 minutes from my parents’ house.  Despite the massive amount of people waiting in and around the restaurant and us not having a reservation they were able to seat us right away and we enjoyed a great meal.  We took some cheesecake back to my family before we left and stopped quickly to go to the bathroom and grab some benadryl & sudafed (my allergies were making me miserable).  The delay made it so we were able to get to Long Beach in pretty decent time and we had a nice night together, got to sleep in, no babies kicking us and even got a late check out.  We had considered staying an extra night since we hadn’t left as early as planned on Friday but after a much needed good night’s rest we were feeling pretty good about life and decided to just head back to my parents’ place as planned.  We decided after check out to go to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch before heading back.

    Low: When we drove over to the CPK we found out that we were only a few hundred yards from our hotel and they only had paid parking.  We would have been better off leaving our car at the hotel and walking over and back.  But it was too late at that point so we paid for 1.5 hours of parking and went to CPK.  We thought that would be more than ample but the waitress took so long bringing us our check that we were a little bit over that estimate by the time we got out.  We got to our car to find a parking ticket, apparently we’d only been given 1 hour worth of parking, despite our being sure we’d decided to get an hour and a half.  Boo, parking tickets are the worst.  We would have contested it, but you can only do so in person and since we live in UT, it wasn’t exactly reasonable to do so.  We couldn’t figure out how to pay online and our checkbook was at home so Eric stuck it in his laptop bag to pay it when we got back.  He pulled it out today to discover that it still hadn’t been paid and now the fine is $150!  Most. Expensive. Pizza. Ever.  Seriously, it would have been cheaper for us to have just stayed in the hotel that extra night than to go out for pizza.  We took home leftovers and they somehow disappeared and we didn’t even get to finish off that super expensive pizza.  Boo.

    High: Our boys, who are often very clingy and only like us, did VERY well staying overnight with my parents (and my maternal Grandmother and Step-Grandfather).  Daniel ate solid foods fantastically (which he will NOT do in my presence, he thinks that if I’m around he should be nursed, always).  They had a fun night and we enjoyed a little bit of R&R without them.  We had a great trip overall.  I need to really write a blog post about the whole thing, but it hasn’t made the priority list yet.  Until then you’ll just have to know that it was a lot more highs than lows, despite what this post might make it seem!

  • The Old Testament vs The Book of Mormon

    The Old Testament vs The Book of Mormon

    The featured image on this post is of my son when he was a baby “feasting” on the words of Christ 😂

    About a year ago I found a list of books on Facebook.  There were 100 books in the list and it had some attention catching phrase like “The BBC thinks you’ll only have read 4 of these books”.  I consider myself fairly well read, or at least someone who loves to read, so I decided to go through the list and see how I compared.  I had out-read whatever their low-ball estimate was, and there were quite a few books on the list that I had no desire to read.  However, there was one book that I felt ashamed that I couldn’t quite check off – The Bible.  I’ve read *from* the Bible my entire life.  I’ve attended Sunday School since I was 3, all 4 years of seminary, taken institute and religion classes at BYU – you would think I’d be able to check that book off without a problem.  However, although I’ve read the New Testament front-to-back over and over and read a lot of things from the Old Testament, I’ve never actually read the Old Testament cover-to-cover.  I didn’t feel good about checking off the book without having actually read every individual page of the Old Testament.  So I challenged myself to read the Old Testament.  I decided to read along with the CES Institute manual to help me really get something out of it but my main goal was just to start at Genesis and end with Malachi.

    Well after reading the Old Testament for over a year I’ve finally made it through… Deuteronomy.  As I finished that section of the Old Testament I felt like I’d reached a milestone -after all, those first 5 books of Moses are the Torah right?  So completing that much should count for something!  As I looked at my reading chart, and my Bible with the intention of moving on to plow through Joshua I felt exhausted.  Now, it’s not like I’ve been pushing through the Old Testament at a rapid pace – in over a year I barely made it through the first 5 books – But as I considered moving on the idea was just wearying.

    That’s the best way I can describe it, the Old Testament is wearying to get through.  It’s written for a different time and in a language and style that isn’t exactly native for me.  The culture surrounding all the stories and events is foreign to me.   The Law of Moses has many correlations to the laws of the gospel that we live today, but they aren’t always clearly stated and all the symbolism just takes a lot to muddle through.  It’s interesting, I’m always fascinated to see how different peoples think and process the world around them.  It’s so interesting to think of the gospel as it was practiced back then and think of what the differences are to today’s world and why they did things one way, we do them another, but we’re all working to achieve the same ends.  But it still takes a lot of work to get from point A to point B.

    So I decided tonight that I was going to go back to reading the Book of Mormon.  Our stake leaders recently challenged the members in our stake to read the Book of Mormon again.  I had ignored the challenge for the time being because I really wanted to make it through the Old Testament.  I felt that was a worthy goal and since I’m in the Primary and can’t attend Sunday School (where I think the current curriculum is the Book of Mormon this year) I didn’t feel bad about postponing.  However, as I opened up my scriptures (ok, really just pulled them up on my phone) and just started reading the title page of the Book of Mormon I felt – peaceful.  Like I was home again.  I can’t exactly describe the feeling that came over me but it just felt so right to be back in this particular book of scripture.

    I once had a friend pick up a copy of the Book of Mormon that we had in our car and she started to read it a little bit.  She made the comment that it was so easy to read, and that’s how I felt.  Just natural and easy, peaceful and good.  I wish I had adequate words to describe the feeling, but really the feeling was “this is true.”  I already knew that, I’ve known that the Book of Mormon was true for many years, based not so much on any one particular experience but many different confirmations of its truthfulness through the years.  As I try and live its precepts I can feel the power that is given from so doing.  I’ve taken Alma’s challenge to try an experiment upon the words, and the experiment works!   As I live the gospel, I am happy, I know that the things I am doing are right and I feel at peace.  When I act contrary to these teachings I can feel that state of happiness and peace taken away from me.  The gospel makes everything in my life make sense and taking the gospel out makes it so nothing makes sense.  But the feeling at this moment was powerful – peaceful and quiet, but powerful.  I’ll make it back to the Old Testament and make my way through the rest of it, but I’m so glad to be back in the Book of Mormon again.

    I just want to share my testimony that I know that the Book of Mormon is true.  That, as the Prophet Joseph Smith declared,” the Book of Mormon [is] the most correct of any book on earth, and the keystone of our religion, and a man [or woman will] get nearer to God by abiding by its precepts, than by any other book.”  There is no way a boy of as little education as Joseph Smith had could have come up with this book of his own accord.  The truths it teaches are not of man, but of God. I testify this in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

    If you haven’t read the Book of Mormon I would encourage you to do so.  You can get a free copy by going to Mormon.org, and either get a physical copy from the local missionaries, or you can listen to it or read it online from that site as well.  I promise it will change your life for the better.