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.

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.

A girl for Mark and Ashley

Since Mark and Ashley found out they were having a girl I knew I would have to throw her a baby shower when she came to town. We were going to have it be a mostly gift card shower so she wouldn't have to lug everything back home to Nebraska but she did get some fun gifts to that was good, cause that is most of the fun.

Rachel made her a great little quilt that is the perfect colors since Sam and baby girl will be sharing a room. I am so happy for Mark, Ashley, and Sam. They are such a cute family and I know this baby is only going to make it better.

I am glad I threw the shower. I had a lot going on but I knew if I kept it simple it would be fine and it was. There was a small hiccup with Russ working the day of a Gracie waking up sick (like throwing up a lot) and me not sure how I was going to deal with that. But Connie came over and helped me finish the set up and I spent a lot of time with Gracie in the other room. Luckily she quite throwing up by the time the party started. By the time it was over she took a nap and woke up completely fine. Shortest sickness ever.

Christmas morning 2012

We waited for Grandma and Grandpa Christensen to show up and then we let the kids break through the wrapping paper.

 "Santa" brought his skate board.

 And Joseph wanted Santa to bring him some candy. 

 He brought Gracie some nail polish.

 Then the big surprise.

 The Disneyland gun. William's friend had a toy gun that he got from Disneyland and William really wanted one but he knew only Santa could bring it because I couldn't just go to Disneyland and get one. After he found out that Santa wasn't real he whispered to me, "this means I don't get a Disneyland gun. huh." Well it just so happens that my friend Anna went to Disneyland right before Christmas and was awesome enough to get two of them for me.

 Connie gave Joe a train set and he wanted to open it right away.

 Aunt Sue and Uncle Erik gave the kids some awesome drawing sets that they love.

 William and Gracie wanted their own camera and I remembered my old digital camera sitting up on a shelf somewhere collecting dust. So it became theirs and William now takes pictures of everything.

 This is William getting Lego Lord of the Rings from Connie

 And Gracie got a set to make dress us jewelry just like she wanted.

 Gracie (with the help of Russ) made William a jet pack and he loved it.

 And William made Gracie a fort kit and here she is with her head in it.

And this is what it looked like on the inside.

 Russ and I made Gracie some felt toy food.

I gave Russ some beard elixir and shampoo and conditioner. I also put all his mission pictures in an album but it was kinda an incomplete gift because there was some stuff I didn't want to do without his help.

 And I made Joseph Where the Wild Things are dolls.

 Connie also made clay tags that double as ornaments and I love them.

 This picture pretty much sums up how Christmas morning felt.

And this what it looked like that night as I was about to redeem one of my gifts. The best kind!

After breakfast we went to my parents and had breakfast and did the Nativity but I did not bring my camera. Later Connie, Russ, and I went to see the movie Les Miserables and we loved it.)

Christmas Eve 2012

Christmas eve was a fun night. Gracie and Russ spent time last minute finishing a gift for William and I ran last minute to one last store to find some Christmas jammies for the kids (I had a hard time finding some I liked this year). Then we are tamales and taco soup, we talked about the true meaning if Christmas and sang some Christmas songs.

 They opened their jammies and all I wanted was one nice picture of them in them.

 The first one Russ got was the best, and I should have been happy with that one cause they became impossible to photograph.

Here is Gracie pretending to be the Grinch who stole Christmas 

 After we got them in bed my parents and Eric headed home and Connie stayed over. We finished wrapping presents and as we were doing that William came down the hall. All Christmas season I had wanted to tell him the truth about Santa and wished that I had never lied in the first place (I just don't like lying to my kids!). When he came out of his room that night I knew it was time to tell him and I am glad I did. one I told him and he understood he buried his head in my side and cried for a minute and then I asked him if he wanted to help me fill the stockings and he perked right up. The next morning he declared it the best Christmas ever so the news did not effect Christmas. In fact it made it better. I wish we had told Gracie then too because I think it being Christmas eve made it easier but I don't think I want to wait that long to tell her.

Just before heading off to bed.