OK, OK, fine! I complain about this lil rascal all the time, but I'll admit I'm still thankful for him.
*The rascal in question btw is my dog Raffi. Not my daughter Polly.
She is an angel. Not a rascal.
Hope that clarifies things.
OK, OK, fine! I complain about this lil rascal all the time, but I'll admit I'm still thankful for him.
*The rascal in question btw is my dog Raffi. Not my daughter Polly.
She is an angel. Not a rascal.
Hope that clarifies things.
I've been joking about how running marathons is my midlife crisis. (Well, I'm like 50% joking.)
I've run 4 marathons since I turned 40, with tentative plans for a 5th in the spring. (If that one doesn't happen, I have solid plans for a 5th next fall.) I thrive with a goal. I'm grateful for the opportunity to reach this one, over and over. So far, so good!
It's November first, and you know what that means!
(Thanksblogging!)
We had the elders over for dinner tonight, and they shared Ecclesiastes 3 with us, which is a lovely poetic ode to the variety of feelings and experiences we go through.
Side note, I remember the first time I really thought about that famous chapter, which was when the song "Turn! Turn! Turn!" by the Byrds was featured on my video yearbook in seventh grade. (Shoutout Clifton Cubs)
I have been thinking about seasons this year in particular, because summer went by WAY too fast. I was grumpy about fall coming, but it's been a spectacular fall so far. The trees are brilliant orange, yellow, red, purple. The skies are bright blue, and the sun has that pale, fall-specific tint.
Ida is working furiously on college applications. Theo is working hard on his mission. Lars is dropping seconds off his 5K time. Polly is surprising me every day with new skills she's learned. This is a season of big changes for the trees and for our family.
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?
10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.
11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.
12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.
13 And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.
14 I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.
15 That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past.
Aren't they cute? lol. I made my kids pose for the professional swim team photos last summer because it was the last time they'd all be on the team together.
I've been reading the nonfiction book Young Woman and the Sea for book club (recommend!) about Trudy Ederle, the first woman to swim across the English Channel, and her experience growing up in a world where women weren't allowed to swim competitively. It's made me extra grateful for the opportunity all of my kids have had to learn to swim and to be part of a team doing it.
Polly in particular has taken to swimming, and she has continued to swim year round this year for the first time. It's a sacrifice, but she loves it, and happily goes to practice twice a week, and she's keeping her skills up, and I think it will pay dividends next summer when she ages up and has to swim 50s in butterfly instead of 25s (something she's been nervous about).
Plus lifeguarding has been a great summer job for my older kids.
So thankful for the swim team and for all my kids' swim instructors who have made swimming such a big and rewarding part of our family life.
Oh this little thief of my heart. I am so grateful for our caboose who came to complete our family and fill up the house with giggles. Polly is funny, silly, affectionate, and kind; she swims a mean butterfly; she makes friends wherever she goes; and she made the sweet potato casserole all by herself for Thanksgiving. Hooray for Polly!
Matt's description of Lars as a "loose nerve ending" (I think he first said this when Lars was like 3 or 4) has continued to be accurate. He's full of energy and sometimes literally bounces off the walls. He gets his energy out by talking, asking questions, running around, running up and down stairs, wrestling, hiding and scaring people. Oddly enough, he is also super-focused when it comes to household chores and he is my most dependable worker around the house. He is a whirlwind and I couldn't be more grateful.
This cute boy is home for Thanksgiving. I love him SO much. When I saw him on Saturday morning he gave me the biggest strongest hug--he's definitely the best hugger out of all my kids! I am so thankful for everything Theo has taught me, everything he continues to teach me, I'm thankful for his goofy sense of humor and his love for sports and for BYU, and I'm especially thankful that he's having such a great start to his freshman year. What a guy.
That's my brother Harry next to me at our nephew's wedding. Do you know what it's like to have a brother who's 10+ years older than you? In my eyes, Harry was always the coolest guy, who had things like a boa constrictor in a glass tank in his room, and purple suede Doc Martens. He left for college when I was only 7. Then he lived with us again briefly when I was in high school before he got married, and I used to raid his CDs for my mixtapes (thanks to him for my love of funk in particular, but also Harry Connick Jr., Madonna, Depeche Mode, and George Michael) and spray his cKone cologne on myself when he wasn't home.
He taught me how to drive uphill in his stick-shift truck. He made a sign for the window that said "SHAQ FOR PRESIDENT" when the Lakers were in the finals. When I was a senior in college he came to BYU for one semester to finish his degree and we took 2 classes together. I am so thankful for this cool older brother who I know loves me and who still teaches me stuff.
My "little brother" is obviously bigger than me now and has been for some time. I am thankful for Noah's insights, the connections he makes, the things he notices that no one else notices. He has always been sensitive and funny and musical and super smart. Thankful for Noah!
Sister number three!
This lady is my BFF, my roommate for more years than anyone but Matt, my queen of inside jokes, my confidant and my fashion icon. Love Hannah and so thankful for her.
Today on Matt's birthday I am so thankful for the man I married. 22 years later, best decision I ever made. and I'm not afraid to say it's the best decision he ever made too...
This is a much older picture but I just like it!
My sister Phoebe knows exactly how to make things more beautiful, more fun, more of whatever they need to be. And this is also a good picture for this post because she always makes me laugh. I'm thankful for Phoebe!
OK I figured out how to post photos from my computer... so maybe I'll start doing that again!
This fall I am super grateful for my fireplace. (No, it's not a pizza oven, despite its appearance) We tried using it the first year we lived here and the house got smoky inside so that was a no-go. We had a couple of inspections and realized we needed to completely re-line it and also do exterior work on the chimney. Saved up for that and two years later, voila, we have a working fireplace! I love building fires and I love the smell of woodsmoke and I love the snap-crackle-pop of an active fire. I think this guy will get a lot of use from our family.
Sleep is harder for me than it used to be. I can still sleep like a rock if given the opportunity, but I rarely get the opportunity. Dog barking, kids' alarms going off, my air purifier going on the fritz and beeping like it's lost its mind... then there's all that middle-age hormone stuff that sometimes pops in completely uninvited and wakes me up when it has no business to.
BUT last night, the fates converged and I slept until almost 9 am. Whew!
To be very fair, it's also thanks in part to Polly and Matt, who were both already up and dealing with the dog. And it's Saturday, so no alarms. Ida and Lars are both still fast asleep, bless them and their teenage brains.
I chaperoned Polly’s field trip today and I am ex-haus-ted. It was fun to chat with other parents though as well as her delightful teachers. Gosh, how many teachers have taken care of my kids over the years? I’m going to do some math and figure that out. Thank you, teachers!!!
Edit:
This is not counting church, seminary, piano, voice etc. teachers. That would probably be another 50+…
They each went to 2 years of preschool with about 4 teachers each = 8
3 of them went to 7 years of elementary school with 2 teachers each year (I’m counting IAs, but many classes did have 2 fully licensed teachers) plus PE, music, band, art, and STEAM teachers; and Polly has been there 6 years.
3 of them went to 2 years of middle school with 6-10 teachers each year (10 for Theo, 6 for the others)
High school, 6-10 teachers each year (10 for Theo, 6 for the others); 4 years for Theo, 3 for Ida, 1 for Lars
It’s been a minute since I had to do real math but that is APPROXIMATELY 100 unique teachers who have helped my kids in school since we started Theo in preschool in ~2010.
That’s allowing for some repeats. It might be more like 60, if I really sit down and figure out which teachers had more than one of my kids. (I adjusted for this with the elementary specials teachers.) Approximately 60-100 unique teachers plus a whole bunch of the church and music variety. BLESS THEM ALL.
Our hot water started acting weird back in like August. It would sometimes get hot and sometimes stay lukewarm. An appliance guy looked at the water heater, then a plumber, then another plumber, then my dad when he was here visiting. It seemed to stump everyone and so we got a couple of quotes to replace the entire heater (not cheap) but then something the second plumber had said about a shower cartridge stuck in the back of my mind. I experimented a little with the flow of the hot water and reached out to that second plumber (who had given me his cell phone number in case I had questions) to see if he could come back and investigate some more. This is becoming an unreasonably long story but suffice it to say that he did come back (twice actually), and he did solve the problem, and he did save us over 5 grand in the process. Bless you, Mike the Plumber!
I was so tired today. I went to bed way too late and woke up too early. But this afternoon after church, I changed into sweats and hung out at home, took an accidental nap, played a game with my family. Most Sundays are actually a tiny bit busy, but I was able to take a rest today, and I really needed it.
Sunny blue November skies and pinky orange purple November sunsets can’t be beat… and the weather has been extra nice this November. Throw in the supermoon this week and you’ve got yourself a stew!
I am going to set an alarm in my phone to write these because otherwise I will keep forgetting!
Ok today’s thanks is for something kind of funny. (To me.) I grew up in a house with one TV that was rarely on. I have never been a big TV-watcher and don’t get excited about it. However, over the years I have somehow been convinced that having more TVs would be a good idea. So we currently have 3 TVs in the house plus a projector on the back porch. 😂
And guess what? I kind of love it. I still rarely watch them, but when I do, it’s almost always with Matt or with the kids or with the whole family and we’re doing that together instead of being on separate screens. So yes! I am thankful for all the TVs!
(And when you read that in your head, please pronounce it TEE-vees instead of tee-VEES… just for fun)
Busy day today, lots going on at work and at home and at school and at church and anywhere we are involved there’s lots going on. I complain sometimes when everything collides at once but you know what… most of the time, I love it. So satisfying to fill up our lives with good things and I’m grateful for every opportunity to learn something, earn something, do something.
I wonder if I am extra thankful for my vote because every November I write about how thankful I am for it? 🤔 Regardless… there is something soothing about the changes that come around each fall that are ideally reflective of the will of the people. From the state senator to the county comptroller: however they got to the ballot, they made it across the finish line because enough people decided that’s what they wanted. May it ever be so.
Of all the posts not to have a photo! I really need to figure that out.
I saw my SIL Deb yesterday and she gave me a gorgeous quilt she had made just for me with an autumnal theme in honor of Thanksblogging. I told her that would be my post for the day! Of course then I didn’t post yesterday so here’s the makeup post.
I will add photos if I figure out how, but for now you will have to imagine the beautiful quilts that I have in my home, many made by Deb, and several made by my mom, and a few others made by friends. And two (!) made by me. :)
Quilts are such a rad form of functional and cozy art. So thankful for them and for the quilters who quilt them!
Welcome back to Thanksblogging!!
I’ve been taking a human development class (long story short, I am trying to get a teaching certificate) and the most recent lessons have been about attachment theory in young children and how secure attachments to a loving caregiver have a lifelong impact on kids. One longitudinal study even showed a 50% difference in heart problems among adults who had once been securely versus insecurely attached kids.
I’m so grateful for early strong attachments to my parents and for the gift of providing that to my own kids. Honestly probably the best gift of my life, other than the gift of life itself, that my parents offered freely to me and that I was able to give to my kids. I feel so so grateful.
Did I mention the blogging app I used doesn’t work anymore? Rude. I have to use a regular browser and that’s annoying.
I ran my third marathon yesterday, and I feel good about it. I’d feel better if it had been a PR (it was 1 minute longer than my fastest marathon time) but that just gives me something to shoot for next time.. right?
This quote from a WTOP article about the race made me laugh… because it’s so true…
Tyler Stratton was running with Federico and said they decided to cut holes in trash bags and wear them to keep warm. They’re both active duty Marines.
“We woke up at four in the morning to run 26 miles in trash bags so we’re feeling good,” he said.
I remember when my newborns were learning how to live life on the outside, and I’d have a small window of time during the day where I decided whether sleeping or eating was more important. More often than not I’d stare into the fridge, grab whatever I could see and choke it down (a handful of deli meat? a couple squirts of whipped cream straight from the can? the only standard was “fast”), then go collapse on my bed, crashing hard into REM, until the baby woke up.
I had similar experiences in early pregnancy when food sounded like the worst option but I knew I had to eat, so I’d force-feed myself a hard-boiled egg before falling asleep sitting up at the table.
(SpongeBob voice) Three - months - later…
Don’t worry, I’m an elder millennial librarian who only knows that reference from social media context clues, so I googled it, and now I know that the voice is technically Frenchy, aka SpongeBob’s French Narrator who lives in a submarine.
Anywho, it’s September now. Theo went to college, Lars and Ida are both in high school, Polly is in fifth grade and somehow now has homework every night. It’s strange and lovely to witness them grow up like this.
Raffi is on the naughty list, so don’t ask.
I feel called to write more and post less, and yet am I actually writing more? Not really. Posting less, yes. Maybe I’ll sit down and write something one of these days. But life keeps life-ing, so I’m sometimes posting, rarely writing, always moving, always thinking.
Image by Micah Player
Today I have been thinking about two of my most memorable college classes: Communications Theory and History of Civilizations.
Comms theory was particularly memorable because I had to retake it after getting a D the first time (my freshman year was rough, OK! I had to retake a few classes...).
I specifically remember learning about semiotics, or the study of signs/symbols and their interpretations. An American flag, a Star of David, a traffic light, a dove, a thermometer... etc. etc., they are at once an image and a multilayered statement. Anyway. That class was also when I learned the word "paradigm."
(I remember asking the TA, "You keep using that word... what in the world does it mean??")
History of Civ was a two-parter, and I really loved part two (1500-present), where the professor used various novels, films, and nonfiction books as our texts. One of the texts was the book Imagined Communities, a book by Benedict Anderson that explores nationalism as a... you guessed it... community that exists in our imagination, a social construct.
I saw the above image today posted by one of my favorite illustrators, Micah Player, and immediately my thoughts turned back to those two classes. Ever since I was very young, and certainly when I was my most fresh-faced and optimistic as a college-age kid, the Statue of Liberty has communicated layers of meaning to me about justice, bravery, opportunity, First Amendment freedoms... maybe even our friends the French. ;) And another layer I learned about in college: Emma Lazarus’s poem that’s engraved inside the statue’s pedestal, “The New Colossus.”
Ultimately all of those concepts together form a three-dimensional image that, perhaps next to the American flag and maybe fireworks (runner up: bald eagle), is the most iconic, most recognizable symbol of modern democracy modern democratic constitutional republic that I can think of.
It hadn't particularly occurred to me that it might mean something else to other Americans, something more exclusive, something more narrow... like, concentrated presidential power or white Christian nationalism or isolationism or the prosperity gospel or “curated” opinion sections in a national newspaper.
But “America” can mean whatever anyone wants it to mean.
I just really don't think it means what those people think it means.