Expressions of Love

Categories: Family, Happy Things, Life, Meme, Relationships

Last night as I was putting Shimri to sleep and she was taking her sweet time I started texting Brett a series of questions I saw a few other women on Facebook asking their husbands. It was entertaining and I loved Brett’s answers.

What is something I say a lot?
You always seem new and refreshing to me.

What makes me happy?
Me?

What makes me sad?
Infertility.

What’s my favorite thing to do?
Run.

How tall am I?
Five foot six or five foot seven. I can never remember.

What’s my best feature?
Why are you asking these questions?
It’s a FB thing and I’m bored.
Your Vernal Hacking nose.
:p
(Okay. So story. During Sunday School, which Brett was teaching, he asked the class what it meant to take upon us the name of Christ. I shared the story of how the first day of my children’s lit. class in college the professor, completely out of the blue to me, asked if I had Hacking relatives in Vernal, Utah. And I do. My grandma was a Hacking from Vernal. He said he could tell because he recognized my nose. I carry that part of my family with me front and center. Since taking upon me the name of Christ at baptism I want to live so that people will recognize His name in the way I live. Also, that story made me love my nose even more.)

What do I do when you’re not around?
Take care of kids. Same thing you do when I am around.

What’s your favorite TV show?
Bones.

If I became famous what would it be for?
Your Vernal Hacking nose
:p

What makes you proud of me?
That you manage to keep the zoo contained.

What’s your favorite thing I cook?
I go through moods, but lately I’ve enjoyed your beans and rice.

Where can I most likely be found?
Shimri’s and Shimei’s room, I think.
(I think he thought I was asking at that moment. That’s where I was at the time but I’m actually not there very often.)

What is my favorite food?
No idea.
(Fair enough, because I wouldn’t know how to answer that question either. Give me a genre and I’ll have a better idea.)

What is my favorite restaurant?
Tucanos.

What’s one thing I’m not good at?
Getting to bed on time.
(So true. Although I’m better at it since we got married then I was when I was single.)

Where is my favorite place to be?
In my arms.

If I could go anywhere, where would it be?
The moon.

Do you think you could live without me?
No

How do I annoy you?
I’ll have to think a long time about that.
:heart:

What’s my best quality?
Your willingness not to get worked up about things.

Who’s my favorite person?
Jesus.

What’s your favorite thing about me?
Your intellect*

There are a lot of different ways to express love. The answers Brett gave me last night were one way, he went along with keeping me entertained and his answers show just how much he pays attention to me.

This video came out several years ago about the importance of expressing our love and I love it.

I keep a pink Camelbak filter water bottle next to our bed for when I get thirsty at night. Brett bought it for me for Christmas in 2011. That was a rough Christmas. It’s a simple water bottle but I cherish it. Because for me it shows that Brett is aware of my needs, large and small, and that he’s invested in taking care of me.

There are so many ways large and small to express our love. The important thing is that we do it.

Do you have a name?

Categories: Family, Gospel, Remembers

When we were deciding where to get married it came down to between the Salt Lake temple and the Bountiful temple. We ultimately decided to get married in the Bountiful temple and do an endowment session with our families the day before in the Salt Lake temple. That ended up being the best decision in terms of photos because the snow storm that made our photos so gorgeous at Bountiful would’ve made photos impossible at Salt Lake. In terms of the ceremony though it wouldn’t have made a difference.

Temples are one of God’s greatest blessings to us here on Earth. In temples we can make sacred covenants with God as we progress towards exaltation, sealing us together as a family never to be separated, not even and especially, by death. And even more, we can act as proxy for our ancestors who have died and give them the chance to make those same covenants. How great is the love of our Heavenly Father that he does not deny anyone the opportunity for exaltation!

Anyway. We were doing some temple work with our families the day before we got married (seven years ago today). Most of the women in our families had met the night previously at my world’s-greatest-bridal-shower belly dance party. Brett’s oldest sister hadn’t made it in to town until that morning though so she hadn’t met my mom yet. We were all in the locker room of the temple, having changed out of our street clothes and into our white dresses to prepare to serve in the temple. I made the introductions. “Sharon, this is my mom. Mom, this is Sharon, Brett’s oldest sister.”

To which Sharon replied to my mom, “Do you have a name?”

My mom, thinking that while she’d been known for over 30 years as “Lisa’s Mom” probably should also be introduced with the name her parents gave her said, “Yes, it’s Elizabeth.”

Sharon then held out a handful of pink papers with the names of their family’s ancestors who needed someone to be proxy for them in the temple and said, “No, I meant a name to do in the temple.”

We sure love Sharon and we’re sure our ancestors love her even more because she’s always working to make sure they get every chance they can to have their work done in the temple. I know that when Brett and I are heading to the temple and I can pretty much always shoot off an email to her and get the records for some family we can help. Only now I’ve started doing some searching on my own side and have records for my own family I’m sending to my parents and siblings to work on when they serve in the temple.

Yes, I have a name (several in fact), and I’m honored that I get to discover the names of my ancestors so that they too can make covenants and be with their family, including me, for eternity.

Feathered Pens

Categories: Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

When we got married we had feathered pens at our reception for people to use two write some advice on our guest cards that took the place of a guest book. Those pens were extremely important to Brett, particularly the feather part. Important because he knew I wanted him to have an opinion on things so he chose the pens as one of those things. I needed any pens we used to be acid free and since I couldn’t find any feathered pens in the store that said they were, I decided that just meant I’d have to make our own. So here’s how I did it.

Supplies:

  • Acid-free pens – We used Staedtler triplus fineliner pens because we could get them in colors resembling our wedding colors and they don’t dry out if a guest leaves the cap off (which is always a possibility). Plus they’re just plane nice to write with. If I had a talk show and did an episode about my favorite things, everyone in the audience would get a set of Staedtler pens.
  • Ribbon – I used white to wrap the pen and then colored ribbon for a bow to help indicate pen color.
  • A way to seal the ribbon – I use a wood burning tool to heat seal the ends of all the ribbon we used for our wedding (and we used a lot). You can also use plain old fire or other things as well.
  • A feather – Because without it we wouldn’t have a feathered pen. Ostrich feathers and others can be found at most craft stores.
  • Scissors
  • Glue gun – No craft project is complete unless you’ve burned at least one finger with a glue gun.
  • Band-aids – For that finger you’re going to burn.
  • Chocolate – I’ve discovered that all projects go better when chocolate is included on the list of supplies.

Steps:

  1. Seal one end of the ribbon and wrap the pen in ribbon. This can be a little tricky because you need it to go flat at the top and bottom, but also angle along the body. Tack it down with a bit of glue and work with it for a while. Start at the writing end so that the ribbon ends will be covered at that end. I found I only needed to glue it at the top and bottom. And if you start and realize it isn’t working right, it pulls off easy so you can start again. Seal the other end of the ribbon after getting it wrapped all around.
  2. Eat some chocolate and put a band-aid on the finger you burned.
  3. Trim the feather so it’s not insanely tickle-your-nose-as-you-write long. The feathered pens in the stores have super short pens to allow for the length of the feather to be the bulk of the length of the writing instrument. I trimmed our feathers down just a bit and cut off the part that didn’t have any feathery stuff on it.
  4. Eat some chocolate while you realize the feathery bits you just trimmed off are not going to be easy to clean up and are now all over your lap.
  5. Starting about the middle of the pen put glue running to the end of the pen and attach the feather.
  6. Wrap a colored ribbon around the pen at the base of the feather and tie a bow to cover the end of the feather and help indicate what color the pen is.
  7. Eat some chocolate and feel fancy while writing with your feathered pen.

Fancy Feathered Wedding Pens

I still use these pens for writing important things in my journal, like the stories of our kids’ births. They’re kind of fun to have around.

Big in Japan

Categories: Life

This summer we took a big road trip that took us on a one day tour of Yellowstone. We saw Yellowstone lake, Fishing Bridge, the falls, geysers, especially Old Faithful, mud pots, bison, an elk, a bear, and snow.

As we walked around the geysers and mud pots I didn’t want to take any chance of Iddo wandering too far or getting pushed off the path by someone who didn’t realize there was a small human next to them because that can kill a person there. So I put her up on my back in a baby carrier and she watched it all over my shoulder. Shimri and Shimei saw the sights from our double stroller (and were carried sedan chair style by Dad and Grandpa at the stairs).

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As we left the parking lot to look at the geysers a bus of Asian tourists also arrived to see the sights. Until that moment I had not realized we were one of the sights.

What seemed like the entire bus-full of people swarmed around us, smiling, taking pictures, handing their phones to their friends so they could stand next to me and get their picture taken with us, saying what I assume were compliments in a language I don’t understand.

We were paparazzi-ed in Yellowstone!

I can’t help but wonder what all those people are going to do with the photos of our kids. Will they put them in their scrapbook? And what about the old grandma at the children’s museum who took a picture of my kids? Is she going to show it to her friends and tell them that these two strangers are cuter than their grandkids? It’s just weird to think of our kids being in someone else’s travel scrapbook.

The bus of Spanish-speaking tourists that arrived as we were leaving the geyser area didn’t swarm Brett to get photos of the twins.

Things I love about my “job”

Categories: Family, Work

I love the smiles. I love the giggles.

I love the random ramblings that are actually rather profound.

I love not having to wear shoes.

I love seeing what grown-up me is like when expressed from a 3-year-old and then trying to figure out when I said what she just repeated back to me out of context.

I love teaching. I especially love watching the learning that happens.

I love snuggles. I love cuddles. Especially the sleepy ones.

I love the adventure of every day life.

I love knowing that no matter how badly I might screw it up today they have no problem giving me another chance tomorrow.

I love snacks and coloring. I love excitement about small things. I love the moments when I step away and they take care of things themselves.

I love that there is pretty much nothing that happens in this house that I’m not aware of and several things that happen that Brett isn’t aware of. The best way to do a job is to make yourself irreplaceable and I’ve pretty much nailed that here.

I absolutely love my job and wouldn’t have it any other way.

These are just a few of the things I love about my job. What do you love about yours?

The Reader, Part 1

Categories: Books, Education, Remembers

Thirty-eight years of reading is a long story to tell. And this is only the highlights. Part 1 will be from birth through college and part 2 will be from college to the present.

My parents put me in a book-of-the-month club when I was born. I do not know what life is like without books. I’m told my favorite book as a child was “Puppies are Like That!” and I’d love to get a copy of it again some day. I’m pretty sure Shimri would love to read it too.

I remember going to the library a lot when I was a kid. I sprained my ankle going to story time at the downtown Salt Lake library when I was about 4-years-old. I’d turned around to look at the clock tower that was chiming the hour and my mom, pregnant with my sister and carrying my brother, didn’t see me and tripped on me.

In fourth grade our teacher read us “The Dollhouse Murders” as our class book and I believe I got excused from listening to it because it really creeped me out. I believe it was sixth grade where our teacher read us “The Indian in the Cupboard” and I got really into that series. I was also interested in books about the Revolutionary and Civil Wars and I remember reading “My Brother Sam is Dead.” I know I started “Across Five Aprils” but can’t remember if I finished it. I read “The Code Breaker Kids” and had a lot of fun playing with codes. I liked reading “Sideways Arithmetic from Wayside School” too. And I read a book about some kids who helped smuggle their country’s gold out past the Nazis during WWII by putting it on their sleds and sledding down the mountain with it and I can’t quite remember the title of it right now.

When we moved from Utah to New Mexico one of the first things we did was get city library cards for all of us. I enjoyed going to the library and looking things up. When I was in 7th grade the junior high was right next to one of the branches of the library and I’d go there after school to wait for my mom to finish up at the elementary school where my siblings went and she worked. I had so much fun exploring the library. I could still tell you where the animal books were and the craft books. I read every book the library had on parakeets and that convinced my parents to get me some for Christmas that year. I wanted to read “A Christmas Carol” but had an over-due book at the time I kept forgetting to return so they wouldn’t let me check it out. I spent several days reading it and then hiding it at the back of the stacks so it would be there when I came back the next time. I read a book about candle making and would still like to try making candles inside emptied eggshells.

Seventh grade was also the year my dad gave me a copy of “Contact” by Carl Sagan and I felt so mature to be reading a book as thick as the ones he reads. It even took me over a year to finish the first time, the same length of time it takes him to read a book. The second time I read it I finished it in two months.

I remember reading “Jurassic Park” at night and thinking that was a bad time of day to read that book. But I had a habit of getting into a book and tuning out the rest of the world, including the passage of time (just one more chapter and I’ll stop, but then I wouldn’t notice a chapter break for another five chapters), and my mom asking me to set the table for dinner.

I love astronomy and read “The Night Sky Book.” One of the suggested projects in the book was to make a globe pillow. So I did. Our kids love to bouncy and sit on it still. There are several Brown Paper School books that I really enjoyed as a kid and am glad to have copies of them now to use with our kids when they get bigger too.

I read every book assigned in junior high and high school except “Heart of Darkness” and I’m pretty sure I only made it about one chapter into that one. I liked very few of the classics we had to read: “The Old Man and the Sea,” “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” “The Pearl,” “The Good Earth.” We read “Gone With the Wind” and had to do a project about it. My partner and I made a classroom-sized model of Tara. That part was fun. And I’ve never had a book put me to sleep the way “The Scarlet Letter” did. I did enjoy Shakespeare and the poetry we had to read though. In fact, when I was applying for college and realized that they wanted to know what I’d read outside of classroom assignments and I couldn’t think of any, I pulled out “The Complete Works of William Shakespeare” and read several plays, and then to balance it out I read several Star Trek original series novels.

In college I started reading James Michener books because I’d grown up watching my dad read his books. I’d actually read “Mexico” for my Spanish class my senior year of high school and found the style of it fascinating. I both read and saw “The Hunt for Red October” twice before remembering I’d already done both. And then I had to finish that series (and the related John Clark series). Sort of. I tried picking the series back up when I got home from my mission but just couldn’t get into “The Bear and the Dragon.”

I read several Michael Crichton books and noticed a disturbing trend – he can’t finish a book. He’ll tell an amazing story that totally pulls you in and then in the last chapter or two all the horrendous bad stuff is magically taken care of and disappears. It was especially noticeable with “The Andromeda Strain.”

My mom and I read several John Grisham books and enjoyed talking back and forth about them. Then we realized he kept telling the same story over and over again – lawyer discovers misdoing among other lawyers, tries to set it right, quits being a lawyer to become a high school teacher. Not a bad story, just not one we wanted to keep reading over and over again.

I took a children’s literature course in college as part of my major and fell in absolute love with The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander. So much so that before Brett knew my actual name he knew me as the screen name “Princess Eilonwy.” I remember walking around campus reading the books because I just had to know what came next. I’d make it a point to put the book behind my back while crossing the street so I’d be sure to look for cars. I still remember where I was on campus when the companions made their ultimate sacrifices to defeat Arawn and I couldn’t help but cry.

I was also introduced to “The Dark is Rising” series in that class and thought that one was pretty good as well. When I saw what they were doing to the movie of it though it made me sick. I’ve never seen the movie and I’m not surprised they didn’t make any more.

I didn’t like all the books assigned in the children’s lit. class, just like I’ve never liked all the books assigned to me. But I did enjoy how open the professor was to letting us not like them. That’s a good thing to remember when helping children find what kinds of books they like. I remember particularly not liking “Tuck Everlasting” because it felt like you got to the end of the book and there had been no point to any of it happening at all. And I also wasn’t a fan of “Wait Till Helen Comes.” I didn’t like ghost stories as a kid and I didn’t like them any more as an adult.

Reading just got more interesting after graduating from college.

Pinterest Inspiring

Categories: Happy Things, Life, Quilting/Sewing/Knitting/Crafting

As I was preparing for Iddo’s first friend birthday party this summer when she turned three I did venture on to Pinterest for a look-see. And then I left it all alone. I decided I wanted the party to be “Pinterest Inspiring” and not “Pinterest Inspired.” And then I never posted a review of what I did so others could find it all on Pinterest.

I loved how the party turned out. She loves colors and rainbows and Sesame Street monsters. If I did a search on any of those three I could come up with probably hundreds of ideas, but none of them would be quite what would fit Iddo and really not fit with each other. So we made it up as we went, with the overall theme of “Iddo’s Party.”

We had monster cupcakes, played pin-the-eye-on-the-monster, and made fleece monster finger puppets. I hung my giant rainbow kite from the ceiling and we had primary color fruit kabobs with primary color yarn balls and crayons for her friends to take home. And then for good measure, because it was summer, we had pink lemonade popsicles. It was a great party and she and her friends had a lot of fun.

The food How many eyes does a monster need?

Pinterest hadn’t even started when we were planning our wedding seven years ago. But I’m sure that I wouldn’t have been able to find any wedding ideas for “Brett and Lisa are getting married” there anyway, which was the theme for our wedding. I would’ve had to mix and mash and modify whatever I did find.

Pinterest isn’t a bad place to find ideas, to find a starting point to mix, mash, and modify to make it your own. But wouldn’t it be better to spend more time trying to live an inspiring life rather than an inspired one?