Sunday, March 22, 2009

Mothers With Style

I was re-reading this the other day, and it reminded me of a fabulous friend of mine. First let me just say that you should go read what I was reading, especially if you are a woman, but even if you are not, because it is beautiful and inspired and inspiring (yes, both of those!). Now I will tell you about my fabulous friend!


Several years ago, I had a little taste of heaven. Andrew and I had the exciting opportunity to move from our cozy one bedroom apartment into a two bedroom apartment with a washer & dryer and a big kitchen! We were living in style, and we were thrilled. We created many wonderful memories in that place, including bringing two sweet little boys into our family. But next to the birth of our sons, do you know what the best thing about living in that apartment was? Believe it or not, it wasn't the washer and dryer. It wasn't even the kitchen.
It was our neighbors.
Being the hermits that we are, it took us many months before we worked up to more than a casual greeting with our lovely neighbors, and to this day, I still regret that wasted time. Because these people are golden. Seriously. Coated in gold. We developed a friendship that continued to grow over the years that we lived across the three foot expanse between our front door and theirs, and has even continued to grow when those three feet grew to thousands of miles between us. Christina and I both had babies within weeks of each other, her first and my second; both sweet, chubby little boys. You mothers can understand what I am talking about when I explain the heaven it was to take two steps out into the hall in your pajamas to ask for help from someone you trusted and who you knew would actually help you.

"Do you have a cup of sugar I can borrow since I'm in the middle of making cookies and didn't think to check for all the ingredients beforehand, even though Andrew keeps on reminding me that I need to do that so I stop getting myself into all these scrapes?"


"Wanna go to the park since it's a beautiful day and I'd much rather go with a friend than all alone?"


"How about you watch my kids while I run to the store, and I'll pick up whatever you need too?"


"Can you drive me to the doctor, since my baby is hurt and I have to hold him on the way there?"

"Are you feeling a little lonely like me and would you like to just sit around and talk while our babies munch on each other?"


Isn't this what life is supposed to be like? Or heaven anyway. Shouldn't we all be surrounded by people that we love and who love us back. By people who are always willing to lend a helping hand, and we'd do all we could for them as well. By people who understand us--and love us anyway. By friends & family who are close enough to really be there when we need them. I hate the distance that separates me from so many of the people I love most in the world. My dream is to one day have what I had a little taste of for a little while. To live in VERY close proximity with all the people I love. Is that really too much to ask?
Maybe part of the earthly aspect of all this is to learn how to develop closer relationships with people we DON'T know very well, and to be the kind of neighbor who others can turn to with confidence, even if we aren't family or best friends.
But I digress. Back to my friend and mentor. Christina is talented in so many ways, that I won't be able to touch on them all in this post. Not even close. She does not have her own business yet, but you are lucky that I am letting the secret out now, because one day she will be famous, and you'll be prepared. Plus, right now she generously shares her overflowing ideas and genius on her blog, so you can share her brilliance for free. Right now, anyway.
Christina is from a lovely place called Nova Scotia. And when I say lovely, I mean that when we had the chance to go visit them while they were living there, I wanted to move there. Right away. And I don't often want to move. And we were visiting during the winter too. It really is a lovely place.
Christina can cook. And I mean, really cook. She is like one of those chefs with their own show on the Food Network, only much better. She can cook ANYTHING. And do you know what the best thing is...she makes it look easy. Not in that annoying, "Oh, this five course meal I just prepared took me like two seconds, so anyone should be able to do it" kind of way, but in a really humble, encouraging "Look how easy this is, I'll show you how" kind of way that really made me believe that I just might be able to pull off making that divine Oreo Chocolate Cheesecake that was one of the best things I've ever tasted, including my love affair with The Cheesecake Factory's chocolate mousse cheesecake. Yes, that's how good it was. Or that Peach Trifle that was made with homemade pound cake and fresh peaches and real cream and if I could have just kept that taste in my mouth, I could probably just stop eating forever and be happy. But it's not just amazing, incredible desserts she can make with style. This woman makes her own bread, crackers, bagels, and yogurt, just to name a few.
Her easy-going attitude and willingness to teach has kept me in the kitchen and kept my family from starving. See, I didn't always like to cook. Kind of hated it. Or I told myself I did anyway. I never really tried it enough to know for sure. Back in the days of weekly dish and dinner nights growing up in my house, I would trade with my sister and do her dish night if she'd cook on my dinner night. My poor mom (who is a fabulous cook) never had a chance with me. So when I came to college and first had my own apartment, the cooking began. It was okay. But just. After getting married, I gained the tiniest bit of desire to really create a nice meal, and an even tinier bit of hope that I could. Enter Christina. All of a sudden I have a friend and neighbor who is creating edible masterpieces on a daily basis--JUST BECAUSE SHE FELT LIKE IT. It was truly amazing to me. Plus, she would invite us over on a regular basis to help eat up whatever masterpiece she had just made.
"I've got a lot of extra dinner tonight, do you want to come over?"
Did she smell the disaster that was going to be our dinner, or was she just that nice and generous? I don't know, probably both.
And little by little, I learned a few skills and tips that gave me a little more confidence. Like the secret to how Christina ALWAYS had homemade cookies fresh out of the oven at a moments notice. She would make a large batch of dough, form it into balls, and freeze them. Then, pop in the frozen dough balls into the oven and bake as usual whenever you want a few-or a lot-of cookies in less than ten minutes. Cool, huh? She also shared with me a few cookbooks that are complete winners from the first page to the last. Not like those cookbooks which have one or two recipes you would really use, but cookbooks where you can randomly pick any recipe inside its pages, and it will come out good. I won't give away all her secrets, but she freely shared with me all kinds of ideas for how to make cooking easy and fun, and I pretty much feel grateful for her every time I'm in the kitchen.
Okay, moving on...she can sew. And the things she sews are always darling and, once again, she makes them sound simple enough that even I would try to pull out the dusty machine for that project.
She is such a fun mom. The kind of mom that I dream of being. One of those moms who is always doing something new and exciting with their kids just because they know how happy their children will be. I'm working on that--right now I'm feeling pretty boring. But I know where to look for ideas! Like when we were visiting them in Nova Scotia and it snowed and so Christina said, "Let's make snow ice cream and hot chocolate!" The most I had mastered was pouring some juice over fresh snow to make 'snow cones' and using some kind of powder to make hot chocolate. Christina pulls out a recipe for snow ice cream and makes her own real hot chocolate. And look how much fun it was...
Or like the time she decided to create a royal ball with her kids after they read Cinderella. Or what about when she made these drums with her kids just for fun?
She's not just an amazing mom to her own children, she's one of those women who has a real gift with loving everyone else's children too. She was a second mother to my boys when we were lucky enough to live so close, and even now when we get the rare chance to get together, she has a real gift for making kids feel comfortable and happy around her.
She's got a pretty cool husband too, and I've always admired the love and respect and gratitude they continuously show for each other. Plus it doesn't get much better than two women being able to sit and talk while their husbands enjoy talking together just as much!
Christina is always creating something new or beautiful or enriching or useful or inspiring. But the thing I admire most about her, is how she is always working so hard to create the kind of life she wants for herself and her family. It is so easy to let life just take over and sweep us away into its crazy vastness. She purposely does not let this happen to her. She creates the life she wants through thoughtful decisions on a daily basis. If you visit her blog, you will get a small glimpse of what I am talking about. And if you go read that talk, you'll know why it reminded me of her. Thanks Christina, for being the kind of friend who is constantly inspiring me to be a better person, while still making me feel good about the person I am right now.


Oh, and isn't she just the most darling pregnant woman?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

encircled

A very dear family friend was killed this week.
Along with my own sorrow and my heartbroken grief for his family, my thoughts have been filled with my experiences during my teenage years. I used to think that what I had growing up was pretty typical. I still hope that it is, but the more I go through life, the more I cherish the experiences and opportunities I was given. In part because I understand more fully what a blessing they were, and in part because they seem to be more rare than I had once believed.
I was blessed with a large group of friends who were not only good examples and a strengthening influence, but who all came from good, decent, strong, hardworking, loving families. Even as I write this, I am overwhelmed by the truth of it and what it meant to me then. It means even more to me now.
I think most teenagers spend some time kind of floating. Trying to come to terms with who they are and who they want to become. It is so crucial that at this time, they are surrounded by a circle of strength and love to ground them. My circle was as strong and steady and loving as anyone could hope for~filled not only with friends, but with their families as well. I can't begin to explain the difference this has made in my life or the gratitude I feel for these good people.
"When true values and basic virtues undergird the families of society, hope will conquer despair, and faith will triumph over doubt.
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Such values, when learned and lived in our families, will be as welcome rain to parched soil. Love will be engendered; loyalty to one's best self will be enhanced; and those virtues of character, integrity, and goodness will be fostered. The family must hold its preeminent place in our way of life because it's the only possible base upon which a society of responsible human beings has ever found it practicable to build for the future and maintain the values they cherish in the present."
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"At the end, what really matters is who you loved and who loved you. That circle of love is everything, and is a great measure of a past life. It is the gift of greatest worth."
Bernadine Healy

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day means:
hugs
kisses
falling asleep on his chest
playing footsies
sleeping together
chocolate
flowers
pink

surprises
holding hands
hearts
massages
jewelry
slow dancing

I guess all these things meant something different before we had kids, but we wouldn't trade it for anything. No matter what, Valentine's Day means LOVE, and we hope your life is filled with it!

Monday, February 09, 2009

The Secret to Getting Out of Debt: REVEALED

Hi folks,

How are you all doing? Sorry to those of you who were expecting Becca, but I came across something that I just had to share.

With the tough economic times, many Americans are having an even tougher battle with consumer debt. I was fortunate enough to stumble across this nugget to help alleviate the problem:

Thursday, January 29, 2009

CPSIA~SAVE HANDMADE!




Please see this post and this post and this post about something I've been concerned about for a while. I missed the 'blog about it on Wednesday' idea because I was out of town, but it's not too late to do something about it.

Girl Time

Sorry for the loooong delays between each and every post. I've thought of a lot of excuses, but I'm too bored with all them to even bother writing them down!

So, to cheer myself up today, I decided to write about something that made me VERY HAPPY last month. An AWESOME Christmas gift that I received early from my darling husband. I got to take off to SLC for a weekend with two of my fabulous girlfriends! Thanks to much rearranging of several complicated schedules, a very generous family friend who manages a hotel, many family members willing to help with kids, and three amazing husbands, we got to spend two days and two nights ALONE, in a HOTEL, eating YUMMY food that we DIDN'T have to make (or clean up), shopping (another part of the present--money to go buy some of my own Christmas gifts--SUCH a fabulous idea & SO much fun!), going out to a movie, painting our nails, and TALKING--basically having a completely PERFECT time. I know I just blogged a few months ago about going out to eat with these girls, but really, we are hardly ever able to get together with all three of us, so I was really grateful to have that chance, especially uninterrupted for two whole days!
Thank you to the lovely man that I married, to a great sister in law, and to my two dear friends for needing this as much as I did and for making it happen-and for being the kind of people that I would want to go away with anyway! Love you ladies.


love these girls

Anthropologie--basically where all of the money was spent. Thankfully they were having some amazing sales! Oh, how I love this store!
There is something just so beautiful about room service. Actually, everything about it is pretty perfect. I'm sort of in love with the whole idea. Especially when what you order ends up looking like this, and tasting even better.

I'm telling you, it didn't last long!

Why is it so much more fun to paint your nails with girlfriends than to do it alone?

Yes, it was freezing--we were basically hit with a blizzard that weekend, so it's kind of amazing that the whole thing ended up working out, but we got some good exercise. (After fearing for our lives just driving to the hotel, all other activities were accessed by walking. Lucky we picked a hotel that was close to shopping, restaurants, movies, and more!)

Trying out some Vegas rolls and Caterpillar rolls at Happy Sumo.


Here's what we drove through to get there, and walked through all weekend. Beautiful though!

Calling home to check on the kids! Can't help worrying about them, even when we are having a blast!

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

It Snowed

In October when it snowed, I was anxious. We had still been having several warm days, and I was not ready for winter to begin.

In November when it snowed, I was thrilled. Our home was already filled with Christmas music, and I was more than willing to pull out the mugs for hot cocoa and to warm up around the fireplace.

In December when it snowed the entire week of Christmas, it was perfect. You know, a White Christmas and all of that. Since all my family made it here safely on Christmas day, the snow held no downside. I even had my dad here to help us shovel, and my brothers couldn't be happier to have some fresh powder for the skis they brought from all the way across the country.

On Monday when it snowed, the weather forecasters told us to expect 1-3 inches. I think what they must have meant was: "Expect 1-3 inches of freshly fallen snow before you have completely finished shoveling the 6 inches of snow that are already on your driveway." Starting Monday afternoon, the sky has dropped snow on us for 36 hours without taking one break. Between Andrew and I, our driveway was shoveled 6 times in a 24 hour period.

(Please don't think we have some obsessive need to have a clear driveway in the middle of a snowstorm. I personally believe that the presence of snow should require an immediate cease from all activities except: staying at home in your pajamas all day, snuggling up by the fire to watch a movie or read a good book, drinking hot cocoa with lots of marshmallows (especially if they are Christina's delicious homemade maple or vanilla marshmallows!), making snow cones with freshly fallen snow and juice, eating some sort of breakfast food for dinner, and of course, any outdoor snow related activity such as sledding, fort building, angel making, and snowman creating are allowed. Unfortunately, no one around here seems to agree with me. Andrew is still expected to show up at work, and I still had a meeting to attend. School hasn't even been delayed for goodness sake. (Well, our school has, but you know what I mean.) Isn't that one of the most important reasons for snow? To cancel school? My whole childhood was based on that fact. The multiple joys of childhood snow, because not only was it beautiful and you could play in it, but you didn't have to go to school that day if you got enough of it on the ground. I guess I didn't grow up in Utah. So the multiple efforts at digging out our driveway were simply to help our non-four-wheel-drive vehicles to successfully complete the journey between the garage and the snow covered roads.)

It's all becoming somewhat hilarious to me right now. Poor Robby was distraught because the sleds they left in the backyard at Christmas time were completely buried in snow. I think he thought they were lost til spring. It really would have been possible had Andrew and Tyler not helped him dig through the backyard for the better part of the afternoon until they were recovered. We even knew where they had been left. Annie, on the other hand, purposely buried her (brand new) hat in the snow for fun. We spent another afternoon searching for that, and despite its bright pink color, I really do think it is lost until spring. I've had to be careful to shovel a path to our mailbox each day. The back end won't be accessible until somewhere around July, but so far I've kept the front end from being buried. The sidewalks are all taking on a bit of a tunnel look. And I hope that any car that's been left out on the streets has no where to go for a while. I've had several moments of deja vu with my neighbor as we both tromp out of the house in our ski jackets-which haven't been used for any skiing lately- and our shovels and have a conversation something like this:


"Wow. There's a lot of snow."

"Yep. It just keeps on coming."

"I'm running out of places to put it all."

"I know, so am I."

(I get a little out of breath by this point, so we take a pause in conversation until it ends something like this:)

"Well, see you in a few hours."

"Yep."


(Please excuse the lack of intelligent discourse. It's a little hard to have a deep, meaningful conversation when you are trying to heave a shovel full of snow onto the top of the 5 foot pile of snow you've already created. We truly are running out of room to put it all. When my arms get too tired to lift and throw, I resort to walking with my shovel full of snow down the sidewalk to find a mere 3 foot pile of snow somewhere else in my yard. If my arms don't look like a body builders by the end of this winter, I'm giving up on working out.)

You might be wondering if I'm sick of snow by now. Actually, I'm not. I've always said that if it is going to be wintertime, it had better be Christmas or snowing. Christmas is over, and so the snow is my one consolation for the cold. I think there are few things more breathtaking than a world that is covered in white. I'll admit, I don't like to drive in it, especially after my near miss with a stop sign while attempting to turn into my street today, and I have sympathy for Andrew and everyone else who has to drive in it several times a day, and I could launch into my angry discourse about the ridiculous budget cuts out here this year for snow removal and how a refusal to pay any snow plowers overtime could easily cost someone their life, but I won't. I'll just focus on how, overall, I've been dreaming for a while of a White Christmas, and I'm just happy that although Christmas has passed, my world of white has not.


(Here are a few pictures, although, if you are not very impressed, you should just know that during the relentless snowstorm, I didn't dare bring out my vulnerable camera, and so these pictures-with the exception of the first taken from the safety of my house at the very beginning of the snowfall- were only taken once the snow had decided to stop, the snowplow had finally found our neighborhood, and the sun had been brightly shining for several hours. Just so you know.)