Wednesday, May 20, 2009

check out the DO!

To say I like positive feedback as much as the next guy is true,
.... Unless that "next guy" happens to be Jason, in which case, he appreciates it MUCH more than I do. I've been brushing up on Chapman's Love Languages today and remembering that Jason is totally a "Words of Affirmation" type of fellow. So, keep that in mind for this next post, and feel free to leave lots of comments, since they go right to his inbox as well as mine!

And now, the many hair stylings of Jason

Jason has been downright anxious for me to post these pictures! He has been growing out his hair for quite some time for lack of a good barber, but he found a couple months back and got this tapered fro (which looks a little like the sillouhette of "Squidward" to me, or a fish bowl or something ...hehe, Jason is so entertaining!),

and after some more length accrued he got CORN ROWS or, as Brooklyn likes to call them, Carrot Rows! If you ask Diego, Daddy just got a "looooong haircut"He kept them for a week an a half, and then was tired of them, but it was cool anyways. Way cooler than the first time he got cornrows (which was in our first year of marriage, and I almost didn't recognize him, and it kind of freaked me out at first) . This was kind of fun, especially because he was so excited to get them.

But the greatest part was taking them out because of this AWESOME fro-hawk!

and this very pooofy hair...

And my personal favorite, these lucious little curlies the next day! People always ask my how Brooklyn got her curls, and are amazed when I say it is from Jason. I guess most people don't realize the Jason's fro is just SOOO curly that it would have to be significatly relaxed to be straight enough to produce ringlets. Two weeks of being held straight in braids is enough relaxing to produce ringlets about 1/8 the size of Brooklyn's tight curls. I just loved playing with his little strands of hair that stuck straight out and looked like they had been curled around a bobby pin. The picture does not do it any justice, but I hope you enjoyed the FRO 101 in any case.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

On babies

A friend mentioned that they'd like to have baby, but can't afford one. It was then that someone else said that if you wait until you have enough, you'll be waiting forever because very few people ever feel like they have enough, they also mentioned that this particular friend really will be an awesome mommy. Of course, I think every couple needs to decide for themselves when is the right time to do something that big and important, but I also think there is a lot of wisdom in the latter comment. (And yes, she will be a great mommy too!)

Burden or Blessing

I wanted to tell my friend how wonderful children are, and how you would never say, while snuggling that precious little bundle, "You are pretty cute, but if I could do it again, I think I would prefer a bigger apartment, or maybe a newer car." It makes me laugh just to muse at that, it's just so ridiculously out of the question. I am reminded of when I was in the hospital with Athen, my third baby. I was in physical shambles after a routine C-section, and I could not even sit up on my own to get out of the hospital bed to go to the bathroom, let alone take care of a little baby, and particularly not while I was chasing the two toddlers that waited at home.

"What were we thinking?" I asked myself. "There is no way I can handle this much more work on top of the responsibilities I already have. Just because I can make a baby, does that mean I should have?" etc. etc.

You know how the mind works. When you give one little nagging thought an "open mic" so to speak, you've turned on a noise that will be multiplied and amplified to deafening levels. Well, anyways, I was mulling over all these things, and feeling pretty terrible in the early hours of the morning and for the hours preceding General Conference, which came on the hospital TV mid-morning. (That's twice now that I have had babies at conference time, and boy is that great timing, let me tell you! )

" Okay then, Heavenly Father. Since You like to address concerns and answer the questions Your children need answered by way of your prophet and apostles, then fine, try to answer this impossible situation," I half-heartedly, and not very reverently prayed as the music began.

I barely remember what anyone said. I remember feeling grateful for what was said. There seemed to be little tidbits of answers that uplifted me, though I'd have to look at my notes to recall anything specific from the half a dozen, maybe more, talks I heard that morning. I do, however, distinctly remember something else. It was that last talk, so it was our prophet, Thomas S. Monson speaking. He quoted a scripture, something that the Savior said as I recall,

"Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I shall give thee rest..."

Yes, that hope filled docrtine, coupled with a dose of love and a testimony boost that this was REALLY a prophet of God, and the things he spoke were not only good, but true (this feeling coming via the Holy Ghost, naturally) was especially soothing to my soul, and then the prophet continued to speak, only the words from his mouth were not the words I heard in my head. I remember the initial surprise when the phrase in my head seemed to continue clear and unbroken, but did not match what was coming in my ears from the television, though it still seemed like the same source. "Whoa, this is the Holy Ghost," I recognized, quickly squelching the surprise so I could pay attention. The words continued and though I don't recall them all right now, my jumbled memory remembers these, or the gist of these:

" 'Where much is given, much is required', and the same holds true in reverse. If much is required of you, it doesn't mean it is a trial, it means you have been given much. The nature of a child is a blessing. You question if it was right for you to make this child? You did NOT make this child, I made this child, and I sent him here to you with full understanding of what would await him, and what it would mean for you. I'm taking care of you both. This is a rich blessing for, and nothing else, don't you forget that. And by the way, I love you."

It felt like a loving and merciful embrace, and a rebuke for my bad attitude all in one pretty package. It was so true.

I'm nothing more than a just a "lucky stiff" in this equation, and for that I am SO grateful.

How Many is TOO Many?
Oh gosh, I hope you don't expect me to have an answer to that heading. I just know that in my family, there were a lot of things we all did without, and some might attribute it to so many kids. I really don't know though. My sweet parents made their choices the best they could, like we all do. But I can say, and maybe this is just because I was the last, that although some of their most difficult and heart breaking financial stuggles came after I was born, I like to think that my family would consider that even if it was because of me, and I'm not sure that it was, but even if it was the case, that I was worth it. I hope that Heavenly Father sent me as a blessing too, and I hope my family would agree, and I hope that I don't just reap the benefits of their sacrifices, but that I can make their lives better too because I really love them a lot, and I'm so glad that they are my family.

Okay well, if you made it to the end of this long post, kudos to you, and goodnight. Thanks for your ear, or I guess your eyes in this case.

Monday, May 04, 2009

I'm a sucker for a good contest!

I joined a contest for a $25 gift card on a blog I follow ("Good or Free Deals" I just added a button on the bottom right of this page), and the only reason I'm telling you and decreasing my chances to win when you join too, is that I get an extra entry for doing so! Shameless, I know.

But really, if you win,you have to blog about it, so I get the warm fuzzies of knowing real people actually win these things.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Well, I had a very busy week with a trip to Idaho, the circus, illness, some yucky messes, a niece's birthday, playing with puppies, meeting a new niece, putting together a photobook, a walking baby, and missing Jason, but I have very little to show for it! So, you go ahead and imagine all the fun times and craziness while I imagine what my house would look like if I could muster the desire to put it all back together. Meanwhile, Jason is sick with some mysterious body aches and severe fatigue. I've nicknamed him PD. Pan-Demic, although without the fever or other symptoms, i'm pretty sure it is one of the million other viruses going around and keeping us from church today, yet again!
Happiness does not depend on what happens outside of you, but on what happens inside of you.

Harold B. Lee