Tuesday, April 30, 2013

I'm back...I think

Whew! This pregnancy has been rough, just like all the others. Because my last pregnancy happened at exactly the same time three years ago I was able to predict that I would be feeling well by April 28th. Because that is what I wrote on my blog three years ago. Well that date has come and gone and I am still taking medication. I have been taking Reglan three times a day but yesterday I didn't take it at noon or dinner and did okay (meaning I didn't throw up). This morning I woke up and go up to go to the bathroom before eating or taking a pill and ended dry heaving at the sink for what felt like forever. So I took a pill and went back to bed. When I did get up I did okay the rest of the day. So I will be taking a morning pill for awhile until things change. I still feel nauseous most of the time and exhausted all of the time. I can eat pretty much anything I want and my biggest craving is for watermelon. I eat it all the time.
The kids have been so SO good and understanding about this whole thing. Once I heard Gracie say that she didn't want to get married and have babies (which is opposite of things she has previously said) because she didn't want to get sick. That broke my heart, but what will break my heart more is if I do pass this on to my little girl. It really is so hard. I would like more kids but I don't know if I can do this again. I explained that it might not happen to her and that my mother didn't get sick. What I do know is that if this ever happens to a daughter of mine I hope to be able to be their for her like my mother has been there for me. She let us move in for about 3+ weeks. She took care of me and my kids and she did it happily and willingly. And she still comes over to help and clean when she can. I am sure I would have survived without her but not without very, very hard times and very, very dark thoughts. I am so grateful that neither my kids nor I had to suffer that.
My first Sunday back to church that I stayed the whole time for the lesson in Relief Society was about enduring trials well, or something like that. I was pretty discouraged because I didn't feel like I had endured this trial very well. I hadn't said a lot of prayers or read any scriptures and I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for myself. At the end of the lesson they talked about what we learn from our trials and as I sat there and thought about what I have learned from this the tears started to roll down my cheeks and would not stop. Here are some things that I learned:
*I love my mother and there will never be a way for me to adequately thank her for what she has done for me and my family.
*I love my children and my role as their mother. It is very hard to lay in bed and hear someone else parent them, even if I am extremely grateful for it.
*I am so grateful for my sister Connie, she brings so much happiness to my children whenever she comes around and she did it frequently. She is still calling me offering her help. She brought me movies and books even though I was too depressed to read or watch them. She tried so hard to make me feel better but I doubt she will ever know that just her presence did that.
*I love Russ so much. I nearly burst into tears every time he walked in the door from work. I looked forward to it all day. Having him near me made me feel better inside even if I did throw up more when he was around. He supports me and strengthens me and has been so understanding. I know it is not easy for him to leave our house but he does it without complaint and I am thankful for it.
*It is hard for me to rely on other people but man am I glad they are there. Thanks to everyone who helped me or my family in any way. Even just kind words from friends meant so much. 
*The Lord is there and waiting, He doesn't take everything away but He does help us through it. I wish I had relied on Him more.

I am hoping to be back to home school by next week and have my life in a little bit of an order by then. I have been feeling more and more like myself. Hopefully this won't go on too much longer. Its 9:30pm and passed my bedtime. I am tired and crying and I think I just need to go to sleep. I have a lot of catching up to do on this here journal of mine. Hopefully it won't take too long.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Cathy Rigby in Peter Pan

On January 8, 2013 I took the kids to see Peter Pan at Gammage. When I heard that Cathy Rigby was starring in it I had to. See, Grandma and Grandpa Christensen have a VHS that is a perfessional recording of the play with Cathy Rigby as the star so I knew they would love to see it in real life. It was expensive though to Russ decided to stay home with Joseph.
I didn't want to be late and rushed with them but overcompensated and got there too early so we had some time to kill.


 Gracie seemed to get a little figity towards the end but they both really loved it.
 To meet her after the play you had to buy a $25 poster (for charity) for her to sign. Not wanting to spend even more money on the event I was a mean mom and said, "no" but I did give Gracie my phone to sneak past the guards and take a picture. 
 We googled how old she is on the way home and found out she is 60! She was amazing. I could not wrap my head around her being 60 and that fit, limber, and energetic. 

The next morning they got some of the fairy dust that they had collected and went outside to throw it.




Saturday, February 16, 2013

Little Buds

These are from back in January when Mark and Ashley were still here. Sam came over to play and I watch as he a Joseph walked around the yard together holding sticks and hitting trees, branches, and fences. As soon as I got my camera they stopped but it really was so fun to see them together just being little boys.


I also noticed some of my bulbs blossoming and they smelled so good.

Can't wait until they move back here for good!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

New Years resolutions

The end of 2012 was busy for me. Lets be honest, that time of year is busy for everyone but starting in October things got really busy and didn't slow down until the literal end of the year. As soon as I crossed one item off my list the next thing was there ready to be planned and prepared and I had to do it quickly. I became very aware of the fact that I get my inspiration first thing in the morning. I would wake up with so many ideas in my head; ideas that I had been trying and trying to get the night or days before. I would wake up in the morning and they would be there all fresh and bright and doable in my head. I was/am really grateful for that.
Somehow I also managed to spend quite a bit of time in William's school class room where I had the first thoughts of "I could do this at home". Looking back it is hard to believe that I even entertained those thoughts when I had so much else going on, but I know it is because those thoughts were not my own. They were inspiration from the spirit, that much I know. Cause I never would have imagined how happy homeschooling would have made me, I never would have thought my life could change so quickly and so positively just by making the choice to home school. Only my Heavenly Father could have known that. I am just so, so glad I listened. This year truly has felt like a fresh start. More than any other year. More than the years where Russ and I would sit down and talk about the ways we could improve on every aspect of our lives and set goals. Some goals that we worked on and others that got forgotten rather quickly. No goals were set this year, no resolutions. But changes were made. For example; I have always had a hard time getting up early in the morning. Always. I have tried and been successful for awhile but it never lasted. Now I get up with Russ in the morning and we eat breakfast and I talk his ear off (cause I just woke up with a bunch of ideas in my head) and we pray together and I love it so much. It has made such a difference in my life but I can't quite tell you how or why I can do it now and I couldn't before (I think part of me is writing this so I can figure it out).
I guess I find it interesting that the year I didn't even think about goals has been my most productive and joyful so far. On New Years Eve I had some wonderful friends over and Rachel asked me what my New Years resolution or theme was going to be. I had not really thought about it so I didn't have an answer but it got me thinking, but I wasn't really coming up with anything. Then on January first Connie asked me if I wanted to go see Les Miserables with her and Lindsey. I went. It was my second time seeing it and even better the second time. During the movie (especially the end) I realized what my word for 2013 would be: Disciple. I want to be like Jean Val-Jean and the Bishop. I want to be more like my Savior: kinder, more patient and loving, more forgiving, and less judgmental  I have been trying and I am better, but I still have a long way to go.
I guess it is not completely accurate to make it sound like the word disciple is one that just came to me that day. It has been floating around in my head ever since conference in October. When Jeffery R. Holland spoke on discipleship (*I am posting my favorite parts at the end of this post) it stopped me dead in my tracks. Literally. I was working on a project and walking across the room when I stopped dead in my tracks and stood there frozen without realizing it until the talk was over. There I stood with tear stained cheeks knowing that he was talking to me. And that I had work to do. It became the theme for Young Women in Excellence that was in November and I think studying it has begun to change me. Slowly, bit by bit, I have felt my focus changing. Things that used to seem important are not important anymore and things I had been ignoring are not only things that I am paying attention to, but tackling head on. I am learning that God has bigger plans for me than I had for myself.
I feel as though I have been walking base of a beautiful mountain for years. A mountain covered in lush greenery and beautiful flowers everywhere. I feel like I have been looking up at it, admiring it, and maybe even climbing it but only by slowly spiraling up the sides. Now I feel like I have turned with my face towards the top and I am starting to climb. And it is hard and tiring but so beautiful and so worth it. And I am going to be honest. I don't even know exactly what I have done that has made such a difference for me. There are quite a few changes that have been made around here, the most important being that instead of making sure I squeeze "the most important things" into my day, they have become my day. Anything else has to be squeezed in and more often than not let go, but that is okay cause they are not the most important things.  I have acted on the promptings I have had and it truly has brought me so much happiness. And the crazy thing is, I wasn't unhappy before. The base of the mountain was nice level ground with a beautiful view, but climbing it is even better. I can't wait until I reach the top, I can only imagine how beautiful it will be there and I am so grateful that I have my Savior here for the climb cause I know I could not make it their without him.

*From the talk: The First and Great Commandment
By Jeffery R. Holland

After a joyful reunion with the resurrected Jesus, Peter had an exchange with the Savior that I consider the crucial turning point of the apostolic ministry generally and certainly for Peter personally, moving this great rock of a man to a majestic life of devoted service and leadership. Looking at their battered little boats, their frayed nets, and a stunning pile of 153 fish, Jesus said to His senior Apostle, “Peter, do you love me more than you love all this?” Peter said, “Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee.”10
The Savior responds to that reply but continues to look into the eyes of His disciple and says again, “Peter, do you love me?” Undoubtedly confused a bit by the repetition of the question, the great fisherman answers a second time, “Yea, Lord; thou knowest that I love thee.”11
The Savior again gives a brief response, but with relentless scrutiny He asks for the third time, “Peter, do you love me?” By now surely Peter is feeling truly uncomfortable. Whatever his feelings, Peter said for the third time, “Lord, … thou knowest that I love thee.”12
To which Jesus responded (and here again I acknowledge my nonscriptural elaboration), perhaps saying something like: “Then Peter, why are you here? Why are we back on this same shore, by these same nets, having this same conversation? Wasn’t it obvious then and isn’t it obvious now that if I want fish, I can get fish? What I need, Peter, are disciples—and I need them forever. I need someone to feed my sheep and save my lambs. I need someone to preach my gospel and defend my faith. I need someone who loves me, truly, truly loves me, and loves what our Father in Heaven has commissioned me to do. Ours is not a feeble message. It is not a fleeting task. It is not hapless; it is not hopeless; it is not to be consigned to the ash heap of history. It is the work of Almighty God, and it is to change the world. So, Peter, for the second and presumably the last time, I am asking you to leave all this and to go teach and testify, labor and serve loyally until the day in which they will do to you exactly what they did to me.”
My beloved brothers and sisters, I am not certain just what our experience will be on Judgment Day, but I will be very surprised if at some point in that conversation, God does not ask us exactly what Christ asked Peter: “Did you love me?” I think He will want to know if in our very mortal, very inadequate, and sometimes childish grasp of things, did we at least understand one commandment, the first and greatest commandment of them all—“Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy strength, and with all thy mind.”13 And if at such a moment we can stammer out, “Yea, Lord, thou knowest that I love thee,” then He may remind us that the crowning characteristic of love is always loyalty.
“If ye love me, keep my commandments,”14 Jesus said. So we have neighbors to bless, children to protect, the poor to lift up, and the truth to defend. We have wrongs to make right, truths to share, and good to do. In short, we have a life of devoted discipleship to give in demonstrating our love of the Lord. We can’t quit and we can’t go back. After an encounter with the living Son of the living God, nothing is ever again to be as it was before. The Crucifixion, Atonement, and Resurrection of Jesus Christ mark the beginning of a Christian life, not the end of it. It was this truth, this reality, that allowed a handful of Galilean fishermen-turned-again-Apostles without “a single synagogue or sword”15 to leave those nets a second time and go on to shape the history of the world in which we now live.
I testify from the bottom of my heart, with the intensity of my soul, to all who can hear my voice that those apostolic keys have been restored to the earth, and they are found in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. To those who have not yet joined with us in this great final cause of Christ, we say, “Please come.” To those who were once with us but have retreated, preferring to pick and choose a few cultural hors d’oeuvres from the smorgasbord of the Restoration and leave the rest of the feast, I say that I fear you face a lot of long nights and empty nets. The call is to come back, to stay true, to love God, and to lend a hand. I include in that call to fixed faithfulness every returned missionary who ever stood in a baptismal font and with arm to the square said, “Having been commissioned of Jesus Christ.”16 That commission was to have changed your convert forever, but it was surely supposed to have changed you forever as well. To the youth of the Church rising up to missions and temples and marriage, we say: “Love God and remain clean from the blood and sins of this generation. You have a monumental work to do, underscored by that marvelous announcement President Thomas S. Monson made yesterday morning. Your Father in Heaven expects your loyalty and your love at every stage of your life.”
To all within the sound of my voice, the voice of Christ comes ringing down through the halls of time, asking each one of us while there is time, “Do you love me?” And for every one of us, I answer with my honor and my soul, “Yea, Lord, we do love thee.” And having set our “hand to the plough,”17 we will never look back until this work is finished and love of God and neighbor rules the world. In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.



Tuesday, February 5, 2013

M&M's 50th



My parents wedding topper.



The hand drawn invitations done by Connie


William had such a good time playing with my cousin Chris' little girl Penelope.

These are blown up copies of some letters my parents wrote to each other while they were dating.





 The grand kids sang Lollipop for my parents and it was pretty cute.


And  a couple of my brothers learned to play my parents song Sleepwalk.
 Clint and his friend Dusty who helped them out.
and Mark

 My dad started crying pretty hard as soon as they started playing and I almost lost it big time.

It was super sweet.


The whole family






 So fun to see old friends.

Joseph was such a trooper that night. He had a fever that day and Russ stayed home with him for a lot of the day so he could sleep but they came for the party. I could tell Joseph was tired but he never threw a fit. Not even when it was over and he kept asking to go home to bed and I just had to keep cleaning up.



It is not a Huston celebration without dancing the twist.



Two of my best friends Jennie and Jacie




It was a very fun night. I went home with tired feet but it was all worth it.

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