Thursday, September 18, 2014


Yesterday, I happened to glance down at Skip while he had his finger in his nose.  He said to me, "Burger...(booger)."  I laughed and commented, "That's nasty."  Then he said to me, "Mom, dare (they're) not nasty.  You should try one."  No shame,  I tell ya.  The boy's got no shame.

Just out of curiosity--how long is too long to spend brushing your teeth?  The other night as I was flossing, I commented to Brian how glad I was that after so many years of flossing after I brushed my teeth, he had suggested I do it before brushing.  Totally changed my life.  He then said, "Yeah, and I think you brush too hard and for too long as well."  I'll spare you the ridiculous boring details, but suffice it to say, I totally got my feelings hurt.  I feel like for years now (after having learned that hard brushing was the cause of my receding gums), I've made a concerted effort to softly brush my teeth.  Aaaannnddd---brushing too long?  Is that even possible?  I don't know.  I just thought I was being thorough, and all along Brian has just been thinking critically of my brushing habits.

I think I'm just particularly sensitive to all things mouth related because of the breath issues I've told you about.  Come to think about it, I've had mouth and teeth issues my whole life.  In like first or second grade, I specifically remember recognizing that Jamie Mueller had the big humps in her upper lip that make a woman beautiful and I had hardly more than a straight line for my top lip---almost no lips at all, for that matter.   And that's saying nothing of the cold sores and cracks that have plagued my lips my whole life.  Add to that the fact that I have had gapped teeth, then missing teeth, then false teeth, then receding gums and bad breath.... Seriously?  Could it get any worse?  Answer:  Yes.  Next week I'm getting at least one root canal.  (But guess what?  When I called my dentist to schedule a root canal, he recommended I go on antibiotics.  He said doing so would help with my pain, but also that it would kill the infection.  Until then, it had never occurred to me that need for a root canal denotes an infection.  So then it occurred to me that maybe having an infection in my mouth for some time has had something to do with my bad breath?!  Could that be?!  I'm going to ask Brian tonight if he's noticed a change in my breath since I finished the antibiotics.   Crossing my fingers (and popping in some gum)......

P.S.  You know what else totally hurts my feelings?  Selfies.

Friday, September 12, 2014


Skip said the dinner prayer tonight.  I reminded him to thank Heavenly Father for the food.  He also included, "Thank you for Santa Claus.  I want a shoot gun like Afton's...."   Afterwards, Camp commented that Skip may be confusing Santa Claus and God.  Yikes.

Tomorrow night Brian and I are taking Jane out on a date to share the big secret of life with her.  I hope she takes it better than I did at her age.  I don't want her thinking I am worse than the devil.  I also don't want her catching on to the reason behind our bedroom door so often being locked.    Hopefully she doesn't yet put two and two together.  She is really good at math, though.....

Tomorrow, Camp--that same little boy who so (seemingly) recently was insisting on my playing the audience for his "cage trick"--will have his first tackle football game.  He has loved practices so much and is so pumped about his games.  He told me that he wants everyone he knows to be at his first game.  I asked him what would happen if he played terribly?  He said maybe he would rather that everyone he knows be at his second game.  :)  But at a parent meeting yesterday, the coach reminded the parents that not every kid would get equal playing time (or playing time at all, for that matter.)  I expressed to Brian how much I hope that Camp will get to play.  He wants and expects to play.   Brian just said, " Well, if he doesn't, there will be no one better to sympathize with him than me."  Man, I love Brian and admire the person he has become.

Still, I hope Camp plays.  And I hope he hears my proud cheering from the stands.

Monday, September 8, 2014

The Girl's Got Confidence

I admire my Shugee so much.  On the first day of school, the two of us stood outside her new classroom and I asked to take one more picture of her.  She rolled her eyes, but consented.  Then I gave her  a last excited hug and a kiss.  She groaned a bit, and not because she was embarrassed, but because I was wasting her time.  I let go of her and she marched down the hall with her perky backside twitching back and forth.  She didn't look back.  This morning in the car on the way to school, I kept glancing back at her in my rear-view mirror as she was talking to Hunter.  She was telling him--all annoyed--that last year, every boy in her class had a crush on her....

If they were smart they did....  :)

Sunday, September 7, 2014

I Heart Sundays

 Did I tell you this summer has been the best summer ever?  It has.  And sometime I am going to write all about it.  But for now, I'm just going to share my favorite part of it.  My family.

Saturday, May 24, 2014


 My laundry room has evolved a lot.  I take that back.  What has evolved a lot is my ability to manage laundry.   And when you have a bunch of kids, that's what it is, right?  Managing laundry.  But I haven't always been able to manage the laundry.  I had work my way up the ranks.  Laundry used to manage me.  My laundry room used to hide under piles of it until the day would come when I would haul it all out to the family room to finally fold it all.  And then I would place a bunch of neat little stacks into my kids' drawers, and those stacks would look great just long enough for my kids to open the drawers to find something to wear.  And then no more neat little stacks.  I was bemoaning this one day when Erin presented an idea to me:  stop folding the laundry.  Why not just sort it and cram it into the drawers, since that's how it ends up five minutes after folding it anyway?  Such a good idea, right?  So I started doing just that.  And then another day, Erin suggested that I get some baskets for my laundry room so I could just sort the laundry right as it's coming out of the dryer.  So I did, and that has REALLY worked well.  And when the baskets get too full, the kids take them to their rooms and sort their clothes into their drawers.  Later I added the wire baskets to manage everyone's socks as well.  But the socks always stay in the laundry room.  I sort them and put them in their respective baskets when they come out of the dryer, too.   The other day when a lady came to look at the house, I was excited to show her my laundry room and explain the way it now functions.  She wasn't impressed.  She did only have one kid, though, so.....

Do you guys even care about this?  You don't, do you.  Well, thanks for humoring me.  Oh, and one more thing, just in case you're wondering--  Brian's and my clothes go from the dryer into that white basket you see and then into our room to be folded and hung.  I fold or hang all of Brian's clothes, and even roll his underwear together in pairs.  That's something I do to show Brian love.  I hang all of my nicer shirts and church clothes and fold my jeans, but all of my underwear, swim suits, work out clothes, etc., just get shoved into the baskets hidden inside my armoire.  And I'm totally cool with that.  I only care about outside appearances.  :)  And I fold towels and rags right out of the dryer and then put them away.

So my efficient, but ugly, laundry room remained undecorated for quite some time.  It wasn't until I finally got my tools (which I also keep in the laundry room) an appropriate home (the Original Pink Box), that I finally decided that a little spiffing up was in order.  So while this is definitely NOT one of those laundry room makeovers that you see on Pinterest or HGT--in fact, it is mainly just a bunch of new accessories---I did it entirely myself, and don't you just love my rooster?!!

Ribba frames from Ikea.  My favorite.

 I got this little box on clearance at Homegoods to contain the mismatched socks until their twins surface.

Shugee painted me this picture for Mother's Day and that little pink box contains my dryer sheets.  I got it, the clock, and the rooster from Homegoods, too.

The jars are from the dollar bins at Target.  I made the boxwood wreath from preserved boxwood I bought wholesale online.  The pink wreath and the woven tureen (is that that it's called?)  are from...Yep, Homegoods.

I never buy safety pins.  I just save the ones we get to pin our numbers on at races. :)


Ironing board cover:  Homegoods.

Roses:  Homegoods.  Original artwork by my Gain Goo.

Rooster:  Free range  Homegoods.

All of my dirt rags go into this bucket and then I was them together.  I got it on clearance at Fred Meyer.  I buy very few things (other than food and spray paint) at Fred Meyer.  I'd rather shop at Homegoods. :)

Doesn't this picture kill you?!  Thanks, John!
So there it is.    Before:  

And after:  

Thanks so much for reading, guys.  

P.S.  A special thanks to Erin....and Homegoods.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Think Pink

I have a confession to make.  Sometimes when I'm at the gym, I put my earphones in--even though I'm not really listening to anything.   I do this because sometimes when I'm at the gym, I don't feel like talking, and I feel like earphones helpfully label me as (at least somewhat) unavailable.  I do this because sometimes I want to read my book and not be interrupted.  And for whatever reason, just reading a book while on a machine at the gym does not effectively evoke the same unavailability as earphones do.  You know what I mean?  And isn't it funny how difficult it is to read when you are having to put forth an extra amount of effort while on a machine--like when the resistance jumps?  It's not like you are suddenly having to use your hands or eyes for something else.  It's just that the only thing your brain can process for those moments is the pain. So at those times, I put down my book and turn up my music.


I think the day has come.  I think Camp likes a girl.  I don't think he realizes it, but I think he likes a girl.  I won't tell you her name, because some of you surely know her, and I'm taking the first steps at being trustworthy of the secret that Camp doesn't even know he has.  :)  But it's been so funny to have him talk about her.  And it's not like he's talking about her in any kind of an admiring or adoring way.  It's just that he's talking about her at all.  He wrote her a note yesterday--a response to her apparent teasing about his soccer skills.  He wanted to tell her how well he had done in his soccer game and that he had scored one of the two goals.  He wrote the note on an index card and then asked me for an envelope.  He made sure to spell her name right.

I did tell you that Brian and I had the big talk with Camp a year or so ago, right?  I did a little self-training with a book that Sarah recommended called "How To Talk To Your Child About Sex."  Creative title, no?  It helped a lot.  I'm still reading it because it walks you through preparing your kids for the big talk and then how to continue to follow up afterwards.  So far, the part of the book that has impacted me the most is this:

 ....any parent who does whatever it takes to keep communication open with kids and who works continually at teaching and exemplifying the principle of delayed gratification in all wants, desires, and appetites will succeed, and children of such a parent will survive and thrive physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

So anyway, since the big talk (which went fine, by the way),  I have made an effort to revisit the subject of sex from time to time.  And a couple weeks ago, I had a very sweet experience.

Brian had flown to Vegas for a week to attend a shooting course and to participate in the Tough Mudder again down there.  One of the nights he was gone, I was praying with my children and in my prayer, I asked Heavenly Father to please send angels to be with Brian and give him power to avoid the temptations that would be around him.  (As a side note--I often ask Heavenly Father to round up any available angels--Scotty?  Grandad?  Terry? --for work that I need done.   Come to think of it--they're probably pretty behind in the work they get up there because I'm always pulling them to the work I've got down here...)  Anyway, after the prayer, Camp asked me what I was talking about when I prayed about those temptations and all that.  I first answered him kinda vaguely, but when he continued to press me for further explanation, I told him I would be in to his bedroom to talk to him in a few minutes.   I can't remember if I said a little additional prayer after or before I went to Camp's room, but I asked Heavenly Father to help me to say the right things and in a way that would help and benefit Camp the most.

First I told Camp how horrible and evil Las Vegas is.  Just kidding.  But I did tell him that there are some additional obvious, maybe? temptations there and that there can just be some additional temptations when you are alone.   I asked Camp if he remembered our talk about sex.  He said he did.  I asked him if he remembered what pornography is.  He said he did.  I told him that pornography is very much a temptation to most men and that Daddy is no exception.  I told him that at some point he (Camp) would start thinking about sex and that he would be tempted by pornography as well.  He seemed to disbelieve that Brian could be tempted by anything--least of all pornography.   I reassured him that Brian's being tempted by pornography is not bad.  Most men (and some women) are tempted by pornography and EVERONE is tempted by something.  What's important is what you do with the temptation.  I told Camp that Brian works hard to avoid and reject temptations.  I reminded him that sex is a good thing that God created and that it is Satan that distorts and perverts it.  I told him that God wants us to have the best relationships we can and that viewing pornography diminishes our ability to experience and enjoy relationships the way God wants us to.  (I'm just learning some of these things myself....)   But anyway,
 I felt really grateful for the way the conversation went and for the opportunity to have the conversation at all.  I was even more touched and grateful when I received the following text from Brian shorty before his returning home:

Just letting you know that I am at the airport.  It has been a fun weekend.  I want you to know also that I was very well behaved.  I made a point of listening to Christian radio while driving.  Not turning on the television  And keeping myself busy and occupied until I crashed in bed each night.  The screen saver of the kids in their Easter clothes that I saw every time I opened my phone was very helpful.  Being able to talk to you was a bigger help.  I am looking forward to seeing you and the kids.  Have a good Sunday.  

THAT, folks, is my love language.  

My prayers were answered.  My angels were hard at work.

I asked Brian if I could share his text with Camp.  He said I could.  I want him to know our prayers were answered, too.

I also asked Brian if I could share this experience here on my blog and he said I could.  I said, "It's kinda private."  He said nothing is private after the physical examination he had this morning.  Good news!  No testicular cancer!

Aaaaannnnnddd, I've been working on a mini-makeover in my laundry room (where I also happen to keep my tools).  Brian approved my getting this little beauty for myself for Mothers' Day, and it just got my decorating wheels turning like crazy......

 Here's a couple before pictures of our laundry room for you.    It's small and definitely nothing fancy, but do you see how I have the socks organized?  One basket for the kids' socks, one for mine, aaaaannnndd....TWO for Brian's.  Crazy.

As for the afters?  Well I'll just say this:  Think pink!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

No News Is Good News

I started the following blog post a while ago and then never finished it.  However,  I go to my blog page a lot because it contains the links to all the other blogs I follow.  And I had gotten to the point that if I were to see that Christmas tree picture from my last post one more time, I might put a fist through my computer.  And I like Christmas trees a lot.  So it was definitely time for a new post, and at least a partial post would alleviate the problem with the Christmas tree picture.  Anyway....

They say that no news is good news.  And at least this time, for me, they are right.  I am at a very good spot in my life right now.   This has been a good year so far.  (Which means there will be more than just a few words again in my Christmas letter.  :) )  Things are really, really good.....

For whatever reason, typing that previous sentence got me to thinking about what it means when I say "things are good" and mean it.  I mean, if things really are "good" for someone, what does that mean?  I  would imagine it means something different for everyone, but i'll tell you what it means for me.  It basically implies three things--First, that Brian and I are really getting along and enjoying one another; second, that we have the money we need to cover all of our expenses, plus a little (which is probably why we are able to get along :) ); and three, that there is general peace in our home where our kids are concerned--meaning that we do not currently want to kill them and they do not currently want to kill us.    There may still be a fair (really fair) amount of fighting, but there is still some level of control that keeps everything manageable.  You know what I mean?  And these are all things that are true of my life right now, so I am good.

In March, I went to Hurricane, UT for my seventh mom-and-sister reunion.  And I think it was my favorite so far.  As it happened, none of us was pregnant....I don't think.....and there were no babies--not that babies aren't super fun, but their absence just makes planning and certain activities a little easier.  And everyone was able to be there:  My Mamacita, Sarah, Laura, Audrey, Kat, Allecia and me.  We stayed at my Grandma Hatch's again and had a wonderful time.  We went hiking twice, watched two movies (the Curious Life of Walter Mitty and Departures), rode bikes through Zion, ate out, made Oreo blizzards, talked, played cards....  Oh, and we did this thing a few times where we would challenge our waitresses to match each of our names with the correct person (do I look like an Ann or do I look more like a Kat or a Laura, etc?)  and if they could get at least two matches, we would give them a prize.  That was fun.  It was all fun.  I feel so grateful to have sisters.  I feel so grateful to have a family.