Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Easter Tidbits

I don't have the beautifully attired, perfectly posed portraits of my freshly scrubbed children on Easter morning.

I don't think I have those children ever, let alone on Easter morning.

 Eve is all about wearing Daddy's t-shirts to bed these days.

I wondered who would find these eggs on the roses.
 It surprised me that it took a few passes around the yard before Lily scooped them up.

 It may not look like much, but this was a moment that I never want to forget.

Ben's last Easter home. Whenever the little boys weren't looking, he'd drop a few eggs and lead Evie over to the treasure. He has such a tender heart.
Brad gave a fantastic talk in church, and our ward choir pulled "O Divine Redeemer" together at the very last moment. I messed up some parts on the piano that I usually don't--I get nervous when songs are hard--but it was a great Easter.

Monday, April 21, 2014


I keep finding reminders like this all around my house.

Jellybean on the table.

Chocolate eggs smooshed into the carpet.

Bunnies with their ears missing on the dresser.

It's kind of like Halloween. I just want all of the candy gone. Now.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Saturday #16--SuperMom

I had a fight between my cool mom self and my real mom self at 11:39 pm Tuesday night.

Would I get out of my cozy bed to wake up my kids for the blood moon eclipse?

I bantered back and forth. They won't really care. They have school tomorrow. They will always remember watching their first eclipse. It will be cold out there. (This is AZ. Cold is relative.)

Back and forth.

After what seemed like forever (three minutes awake in bed when I should be sleeping is more than I can usually handle), I decided that Cool Mom needed to win this time.

I put on a pair of socks and a sweatshirt then headed to each kid's bed to wake them. Ben and Lily hardly stirred and turned back over. Hyrum sat up, bleary eyed, shook his head while mumbling something unintelligible, and snuggled back under his favorite blanket. I didn't even bother with Evie. Real Mom was right--Evie would not appreciate an eclipse. Better let her sleep.

Micah, however, sat up quickly and said, "What? There's an eclipse? Let's go!"

He stumbled down from the top bunk, grabbed his jacket, and we headed outside.

I don't know if he will remember his first eclipse, but I will never forget it.
After claiming that he was freezing, we used Brad's phone to look up the current temperature--69 degrees.  That's when I took off my sweatshirt. See, Real Mom? It wasn't even cold.

We talked about the rotations of the earth and moon and the sun's placement. We wondered what early cultures thought the first time they witnessed an eclipse, and how scary it might have been for a people that used the moon as their calendar. We found Mars and took turns pushing the shutter on the camera.
Mostly, my nine-year-old son just sat on my lap for twenty minutes at 12:10 am as we watched the moon enter a full blood eclipse.

It was heaven.

Cool Mom was right. It was worth it.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Foto Friday--Blood Moon

I would have posted these earlier in the week, but with my internet down, and then with my computer infected with some sort of annoying malware, my picture processing capabilities have been sorely impeded.

I did take a few pictures of the eclipse, but I didn't put much thought into it. Using the camera was actually a bit of an afterthought. I attached my 70-400 mm only to use it as a telescope to see better. Huh. This telescope takes pictures, too? Great idea.

Since I hadn't prepared for photographing, I ended up putting my camera on 16000 ISO (yes, that's three 0s), 1/60 sec at 5.6. (Yes, these photos were taken without a tripod--handheld in the complete dark.) I love my 70-400 mm. That is a fantastic lens, even if it weighs 3.5-4 pounds (yes, that's pounds, people. Sheesh. Just believe me).

These photos aren't edited much from the original. I wish I'd taken some time to set up the tripod, think about ISO noise, and exposure. I think I could have snapped some phenomenal shots.

Then again, I wasn't too thrilled to be up in the middle of the night to begin with.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Birthday Boy

What to say about yesterday?

Brad had his birthday--shout hooray!

He is a man of simple tastes, my Brad. When I asked him what he wanted for dinner, he actually requested grilled cheese sandwiches. Even Hyrum recognized that this was a little . . . low brow . . . and said, "I think this is the first time I've ever had grilled cheese for someone's birthday . . ."

I did spice up the meal a little bit. Tried my hand at tomato caprese.
Easiest thing ever. And he was really surprised. That made it even better.

Our Wednesday night was crazy, so we had to wait to do cake and candles until almost 9 pm. By that time, everyone was a little wound up.
 Including the birthday boy. He insisted that he blow the candles out three times. Ok. It's your birthday.
 There were a lot of helpers around--helping light, helping blow . . .
  . . . helping pose for pictures . . .

 . . . and of course, helping eat. Dad decided that since it was his birthday, he could take a giant bite out the cake. That invited Mayhem to the party, and all of the little kids began taking giant bites out of the cake.
I hope one of them took a huge bite of one of those lemons . . .

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Grad School and the Blahs

For some reason, I've been dragging ever since I got back from Idaho. I need a swift kick to get me into gear and get something done today. I thought I'd share an excerpt from my last writing assignment, to try and explain why I've been so . . . unfocused? Unmotivated? Un-anything? Enjoy. My teacher did. 

There is much irony for me in this week’s assignment. Under most circumstances, I would describe myself as a textbook example of intrinsic motivation—“motivation resulting from internal personal characteristics or inherent to the task being performed” (Danner, 2012, p. 177). I am most likely one of the oldest students in this class, having returned to academia after 23 years of being a full-time stay-at-home mom to seven children. I came back to school because I wanted to—not because there is a pay increase waiting for me when I get my certification and not because my parents are paying for my schooling in hopes that I will find myself. I don’t even know if I’m going to work when I’ve completed my degree. How’s that for thumbing my nose at the concept that rewards are needed to improve performance (Pink, 2010)? I have discovered that I love the independence associated with online study, since all of this is completely new to me—learning about Google docs, dropbox, and research without a room of drawers full of index cards and Dewey decimal numbers. Whenever I’m studying or testing or writing, I am focused and intense, and my entire family knows there is potential danger involved if I am interrupted. I guess that’s what Danner (2012) means by the term flow—if flow means don’t interrupt upon pain of death. That being said, I have found nothing that can force me to the keyboard this week. Extrinsic motivators (like missing my favorite yoga class or a diet Pepsi in the afternoon) have been quite unsuccessful in pulling assignments from me. Why the sudden change? What has happened, you ask. My oldest daughter had a brand new baby boy (seven pounds, one ounce, 19.5 inches long, and tons of curly black hair, just in case you were curious), and she lives over 800 miles away. How can a grandma possibly focus on the mundanity of grad school when there is a delicious new baby in this world?

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Radio Silence

Things have been oddly quiet around here the last three days.  Have you noticed?

Our internet is down.

First, Brad thought it must be a problem with our provider, but after contacting them, he realized it wasn't.

Next, he called his handy computer guru. After explaining our issues, Jerry seems to think it's the router.

That's something Brad can fix. If he could find the time to do it. He didn't come home until after 11 pm last night, and he left before 7 am this morning.

I've stooped to using my iPhone as a hot spot, but that doesn't make my pictures any more accessible.  Hopefully by tomorrow all will be back to normal.

Last week was a killer around here. Every single one of us got hammered with a 24-hour flu--all in separate 24 hours. Hyrum and Evie and Lily threw up all night on three different nights. Lily's happened to be in a tent while she was camping with Brad and Eve. 

At least it was a quick little bugger. 

Hyrum threw up all night, felt yucky all morning, and watched TV with his blanket from the couch. When Evie got home from school and after they ate lunch, he disappeared for a moment, then came around the corner and said, "Ok, Mom. See ya in a few hours." He had grabbed his backpack and was headed out the door to school! Did I let him go? Yep, I did.

Hopefully today all will be back to normal.

Vomit, router, and all.