Mediblogtion

SouleMama just wrote a beautiful post. She said, "This blog, you see, is one of those things for me. It's a meditation of sorts. It's one of the ways in which I remind myself of the joys, the beauty and the blessings around me each and every day. Writing here helps me to remember. And it helps me to see and look for those things, people and moments which do bring me joy. Writing about them helps me hold onto those moments. And I find myself wanting and making more space and opportunity for these kinds of moments to enter our days...and my heart. You see how that works? It's a silly little ridiculous joy-addiction that feeds itself". (see HERE)
I read that paragraph and thought to myself, "How true it is, my blog is 'a meditation of sorts'. I love to capture moments and stories to hold them as treasures forever". Then I read the rest of the blog and started crying. SouleMama has four kids, I'm not far off. I just hope I can keep searching for the joy and beauty and sacred in everyday and keep recording it. There is a line in "The Family: A Proclamation to the World" which reads "Parents have a sacred duty to rear their children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, to teach them to love and serve one another, to observe the commandments of God and to be law-abiding citizens wherever they live." I kept repeating that to myself yesterday and we used it as a basis for our family home evening lesson. We sang "Love At Home" and I think we should sing it every week until it sinks in (surely that means we'll be singing it until we are 'empty nesters'). This is what I am pondering, meditating today. Am I providing an atmosphere of love and righteousness for my children to grow up in, am I providing for their various physical and spiritual needs, am I teaching them to love and serve one another, etc.? When my basic responsibilities are broken down into pieces like that I feel it is possible, with the help of my Heavenly Father of course. Because certainly there are times when I feel that these are not my children, rather priceless spirit children of my Father and He has trusted me to care for them for a while. The first tends to be what I once called "a sad experiment" because she feels the brunt of my inadequacy, the last I fear will be spoiled beyond hope, and the middle ones will inevitably fall somewhere in the middle.

Recipe for Eternal Life

"Enduring to the end is definitely not a do-it-yourself project. First, it requires the Savior’s redemptive power. We cannot return to our Heavenly Father’s presence unless we are clean, and so we must continue to repent. Ideally, we repent moment by moment, but we also attend sacrament meeting each week to partake of the sacrament and renew our baptismal covenants. Second, enduring to the end requires the Holy Ghost, who will both guide and sanctify us. Third, we must be an integral part of a community of Saints, serving and receiving service from our brothers and sisters in the gospel. With baptism we become part of the body of Christ (see 1 Corinthians 12:11–13); each of us has a role to play, each of us is important, but in order to succeed we must be unified in our Savior. Fourth, we must share the gospel with others. The promises of bringing even one soul unto the Lord are profound and eternal (see D&C 18:15). Moreover, the gospel takes deeper root in those who share it frequently. Finally, we must always maintain faith and hope in Christ to endure to the end, and among the many ways we do this are praying, fasting, and reading the scriptures. These practices will fortify us against the subtle schemes and fiery darts of the adversary".
L. Tom Perry "The Gospel of Jesus Christ"

Spaghetti, a Luau, and Examples of Faith

Relatives from Denmark were on "holiday" here in Colorado and we were able to meet up with them for lunch on Friday at the Old Spaghetti Factory.  I'm embarrassed to say I didn't get any pictures of them, but we will see them again soon and I'll be camera ready.

We went to Steve and Sarah Vigil's wedding on Friday night.  It was a Luau theme and one of the best receptions I've ever been to (good cake + dancing = Mindi is happy).

Sierra and her friends got to practice their hula skills.

My handsome boys watching the Luau dancers.

Kaia the flower child.  She swiped a few flowers from the tables as we were leaving and this is how I found her when I opened the door to get her out of the truck.

My friend, Kristi, her husband Tim, and their three children came to visit us today.  They are leaving soon for a mission in Iraq among the Kurdish people.  We were able to go to a meeting tonight to learn more about their mission.  I am amazed at their faith and dedication.  We are excited to support them through prayer while they are gone for many years to serve and share the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Kaia, Tristan, Sierra, Annie, Toby and Jessie enjoying a hardy meal.  Please notice in the above picture of the "adult lunch" that with Kristi's help I did not burn the grilled cheese.

Yes, We Have No Bananas

We enjoyed a spring snowstorm today.  I thought I'd be tough and brave the roads so that I could take Kaia to Joy School, hit the gym, pick Kaia up then take all three kids into Michael's (during a full blown blizzard).  We only lasted long enough in Michael's to take Sierra to the potty, then Tristan threw a fantastic 2 year-old tantrum and we were forced to leave.  Driving in the "white out" was slightly stressful, luckily we had "Yes, We Have No Bananas" blasting on the radio to lighten the situation. Later that day we spent 20 minutes getting snow clothes on just to spend 5 minutes in the snow.  We probably got 12 inches, but heavy winds made for some delightful drifts.  

Spiritual Enlightenment: "If Thou Art Faithful" by Gordon B. Hinckley

12 Hugs A Day

"We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth." --Virginia Satir.

Yesterday morning I put Tristan in bed with Kaia to help me wake her up. He snuggled in next to her, they held hands, hugged, then played under the covers for a while. It was a 'lovey-dovey' moment. I saw this quote on hugs on another blog and wondered to myself if I'm giving/getting enough hugs. I've never been the type to hug a friend every time I see them. In fact, in high school I was standing with a group of friends and a girl walked up (the huggy type). She lifted her arm to give me a hug and I quick and gave her a high five. It was a comical/awkward moment and I still laugh to myself when I think about it. And so I wonder 'Is there power in hugs?'.
These sources seem to think so:
The Power In A Hug
Healing With Hugs
ABC News: The Power of A Hug
Well, my husband and children are all walking in the door. I think I'll go give them all a big hug.

Weekend Treasures

The weather was perfect.  Kaia and Sierra both had different birthday parties to attend on Saturday.  They even brought home goodie bags from each and shared with one another (sort of).  Our seeds for our square foot garden are sprouting.  Flowers in our yard that someone else planted long ago are blooming.  Sierra made a "memory" game from some of my old business cards (part of me wonders if I jumped into the travel business just so I could have these beautiful cards...(sigh) live and learn).  Gram and Pop spoiled us rotten.  I beat Adam in a Nintendo competition (we played the original Mario Bros.) even though Sierra was rooting for me to lose.  Adam made delicious dinners two nights in a row.  Today marks 33 weeks of pregnancy for me.  Life is good.  

3 Events I Should Have Documented on Film, But Didn't

1. Sierra was styling her hair on Saturday morning. She came out of the bathroom with a thick, plastic comb stuck in her hair. I guess she'd been trying to get her hair curly like Kaia's, she even used the curly spray. I didn't think much of it, until I tried to remove said comb. She had wrapped and twisted her hair around it so many times it was impossible to remove. After five minutes of futile effort, I finally broke the comb. I think I can remember doing such a thing as a little girl.
2. I have drawings of all 16 Latter-Day Prophets on the wall in Tristan's room. A while back I used an oversize stencil to make a "Follow the Prophet" sign. I never liked it much so I asked my friend, Lauren, if I could borrow her "Stampin' Up Paper Piercing Tool". This involves punching hundreds of little holes around the lettering, in an attempt to add excitement and decoration. I was working on this project at the kitchen table when Adam came along and asked, "What are you doing?" in a very calm voice. I went on to explain that I was wasting even more time on this dumb sign and it wasn't looking any better. "Well, do you know that you are punching holes in the table?" he asked again, just as calm. "What!?" I say and move my paper to the side. Sure enough, there is now hundreds of tiny holes spelling out "Follow" on one end of the table. Good thing we got the table for free and it is also covered in a variety of ink and marker scribbles.
3. This morning I gave the kids their choice of cold cereal. Tristan and Sierra went with Honey Nut Cheerios and Kaia chose Chex. Next thing I know, Tristan is trying to move closer to Kaia (he is insisting on making the change from high chair to big kid table, and it obviously isn't going so well) and this is making Kaia furious. Why would it bother Kaia to have Tristan sit close to her, you may be wondering? Could it be that he is messy and would most likely get her messy? No. Could it be that she enjoys and understands the concept of personal space? Definitely not. Her response to this question was that she didn't want Tristan to sit by her because "his cereal smells bad"! I had to step out of the kitchen when I heard that (to laugh, to throw my hands up in frustration, and to re-hang the "Follow The Prophet" sign in Tristan's room). Moments later yelling had turned to screams of hysteria. I started walking back to the kitchen and met Kaia in the hall. She was so upset she wasn't breathing. Somehow during the skirmish Tristan managed to turn her bowl of cereal completely over. Milk was everywhere. Tristan was banished back to the high chair, a fate he did not take easily. But eventually everyone ate breakfast and I was able to get showered and dressed before taking Sierra to school at 11:30 (mostly because Adam arrived home right after the cereal incident).