Take a good look

Because she has already lost her glasses.

Picked them up on Wednesday night; lost at the Wild Animal Park on Saturday morning.

That might be some kind of world's record. A bad, bad world's record that no parent wants their child to break.

I don't know how it happened--one minute she had them on when we were riding the shuttle back from the cheetah run (more on that later), and the next thing I know, I'm snapping a picture of her in front of the duck pond, where she puts her hands to her face and says, "I don't have my glasses!"

Of course we retraced our steps. Of course I grilled her about when she had them last. Of course we filed a claim at the Lost and Found.

But the long and short of it is that they're gone.

(Insert adult-tantrum here.)

Oh Mary.

She looked so cute in her spectacles.

But I really, really don't want to plunk down the cash to replace them.

Flower (Girl) Power

One of my former Young Women, Ceara, was married this Saturday in a beautiful ceremony on a beautiful day in the most beautiful place in the city.

Ceara is a very special girl--probably the most loving, most accepting, most generous person I have ever met. She has a way of making you feel like you're the most important person in the world. Ceara took a special liking to Mary when we first moved in and they have been friends ever since. Ceara even invited Mary to be one of her flower girls in her wedding party.

I think it was wonderful for Mary to see Ceara looking so beautiful and happy, worthy of being sealed to her new husband Kirk for time and all eternity.

After we left the temple, Mary and I were invited to the family luncheon. We introduced ourselves and told how we were related to the bride or groom. Mary said, "My name is Mary. I am Ceara's friend, and I like to eat."

Later we attended the reception, where everyone danced and had a great time. I was Mary's first partner, then Bryce, and finally Harrison. That girl loves to dance!

Mare made the newlyweds a card that said, "I hope you enjoyed your wedding day as much as I did!"

As you can see, she loved being a flower girl. It was a pleasure for our whole family to share in Ceara and Kirk's special day!

Gord's Gold

Last Friday Bryce and I went to the Gordon Lightfoot concert.

If I listen to "Early Morning Rain" on repeat I can make myself bawl.

In the early morning rain

With a dollar in my hand

With an achin' in my heart

And my pockets full of sand

I'm a long way from home

And I miss my loved ones so

In the early morning rain

With no place to go

(Dang, Gordon, you get me every time.)

Bryce and I thought we'd missed our chance to see him perform in this life since he'd been at death's door more than once, including being in a six-week coma at one point.

But there he was!

He is old. He doesn't have much range. He's lost the dexterity in one of his hands. But he still rocked.

We had a good time singing along (quietly). It was a very reserved crowd. We had the best seats though, fourth row, dead center. I really enjoyed hearing some of my favorite songs.

I was way jealous of the jacket hanging on the chair in front of us. That lady is a true fan. Bryce totally embarrassed me by actually telling the lady that I took a picture of her jacket and that I'd pay her $5 for it.

 
After the concert we talked about which songs we liked and didn't, whether we thought he might keel over on stage, and how glad we were to see him in concert.
 
(And then we said that we really need to find some singers who are closer to our own age.)
 
But we sure did have a fun time.

Thanks, Bryce, for being my hot date!

(And thanks, Gordon, for the show.)

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A Cause for Celebration

Remember when I told you that my parents and my brother's family came to visit in September? And that it was awesome? It was.

Tyce and his newest cousin Xochi.

The star of the show was 6-month old Evangeline Xochitl Cook, aka Xochi (So-chee). She may be small, but this little niece of mine draws in the crowd. Attending her baby blessing were her own family (Dave, Brooklyn, and sisters Cambria and Maya), grandparents (my mom and dad), my family, the Roberts family (Chris, Ellie, and their kids Sam, Sophie, Maggie, and baby Charlotte), and Betsy Fowler, whom I claim as a relative.

Xochi is lucky to have tons of fans, including her other grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who couldn't be here but they sure do love her.

1. My dad (Grandpa Jim) with Maya and Harrison.

2. Bryce with Cameron!

3. Tyce loves Maya!

4. My mom, aka Mopsie. She is the best. I took some really nice pictures of her and my dad together on her camera.

5. Brooklyn and her third beautiful daughter, Xochi.

6. The beautiful and talented Cambria.

7. Tyce playing Prince Charming for the night for Princess Cambria.

8. Happy mom and baby!

9. Since Betsy was here, it was a MUST from the kids that we play the toilet paper game! Dave and Brooklyn were fierce competitors.

10. Ellie and Chris were evenly matched.

11. But no one was more determined than Mary! Betsy had her work cut out for her!

12. Clean up was almost as fun as the game itself.

13. No party would be complete without a delicious spread--Brooklyn provided great snacks and drinks for all. I love this pretty cake!

It was wonderful to spend time with my whole family! I am happy to have another little niece to love.

Hope for a Better World

Do you ever look at the state of the world and get depressed? I felt that way last week. Everywhere I looked--the newspaper, television, news magazine--it seemed people were glorifying hedonism and mocking religion, all the while bemoaning the state of the economy, the school system, and the family.

I was most upset about my children's futures. There are so many pretty traps and shiny lures that lead them to believe that there are no negative consequences, that everything is relative, and that fun leads to freedom. Really, it looks like everbody IS doing it, no one will know, one time won't hurt, and you can stop anytime you want to. What used to be whispered encouragement on the brink of indecision in a dark alley is now a bright, bold advertising campaign in the light of day.

It is an uphill battle to counteract the message that immediate gratification is normal and fun. (And who doesn't want to be normal and have fun?)

So I was feeling depressed.

While the kids were in preschool I decided to go on a walk at the park.

And that made it worse.

If you had seen what I had seen, you'd know why a professor I had coined the term "underbelly of society."

After a while I sat down on a bench to meditate. A scripture from the Book of Mormon came to my mind, Ether 12:4.

Wherefore, whose believeth in God might with surety hope for a better world, yea, even a place at the right hand of God, which hope cometh of faith, maketh and anchor to the souls of men, which would make them sure and steadfast, always abounding in good works, being led to glorify God.

And I thought, I believe in God. And I should hope for a better world.

I also thought about Jesus himself, who walked this imperfect earth and saw vice and wickedness, poverty and pain, ignorance and corruption; more than I have seen, or ever will see. He said:

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.        

John 16:33

He has overcome the world. For me. For my children.

And I began to feel hope again. I began to feel light again. I began to feel peace again.

And that led to gratitude.

I am so grateful for Jesus Christ, my Redeemer. He took upon himself the pains and sins of the whole world, so that we can be repent and be made perfect, and attain eternal life. I know that he is the literal Son of God, who came to earth to fulfill the divine Plan to save us from sin and from death. He knows our challenges. He knows how to help us. If we have faith in Him and obey His commandments, we will have peace and joy--even in a blemished, tarnished world.

I am not the only voice my children will hear, but I need to be the clearest one they hear.

And I know that that doesn't mean that they won't have temptations, make mistakes, or even fall away.

We live in an imperfect state filled with imperfect people. (Myself included. Obviously.)

But through the Atonement of Jesus Christ, we can change and be better. I can change and be better.

And starting with myself, I can--with surety--hope for a better world.

My trip to a Certain Lingerie Store

I sorted through the mail, handing Bryce the bills and tossing the junk. I started to ditch a certain flyer with a $10 off coupon inside, when Bryce stopped me.

"You should take advantage of that," Bryce said, helpfully. "I mean, since you have a coupon and everything."

"Really? It might take a while," I cautioned him. "That's why I haven't gone before."

"I'll take the twins with me to JCPenney while you shop," he offered.

And so we drove to the mall the very next day.

****

As I entered the store I tried to adjust to the amount of pink.

"Hi, can I help you look for anything in particular?" a saleslady named Kiki chirped.

"Thanks, no, I'm just looking," I said, clutching my coupon.

"Let me show you our new line over here." Kiki took my hand and I followed. "Now we have these and these. Or you might like this one. What size are you? This one looks about right. Here's one for you to try on."

Kiki left and another saleslady descended.

"Hi, can I help you find something? I see you already have one of our new products. Can I show you some other good choices over here? My name is Chloe."

"Uhhh, I'm just looking, thanks," I pleaded. I doubled back and stuffed the item back into the drawer when Chloe wasn't looking. I took a few steps around a corner, when I was ambushed again, this time by a huge black woman named Jane.

"Oooh, girl, I know just what you need," Jane nodded. "Umm hmmm. Same as me. Take a look." She showed me her bra strap. "Like the leopard? Looks good with everything. Here you go. Rhonda, take her to a fitting room with that one, and the new Bio-Fit, and this one . . . "

Somehow I found myself marching off to the fitting room with a stack of leopard-print unmentionables. And I thought to myself, there is no way Jane is the same size as me.

****

"Knock knock!" I heard two dressing rooms down. "How are those working for you?"

"Great," replied the half-dressed customer.

"Mind if I see?" the fitting specialist asked, opening the door.

Oh pickles, do not open my door! I silently scream. 

***

"So how did that work for you?" the fitting specialist asked as I exited the dressing room, fully clothed. I was too fast for her to take a look for herself.

"Yes to this one, no to these," I said as I handed her the rejects.

When no one was looking I exchanged the leopard-print for something more conservative. I took my one item and ran to the cash register. On my way I heard, "Can I help you find something today, Ma'am?"

I handed over my coupon and the sales associate rang up my purchase. "Did you find everything you needed okay?" she asked with a friendly smile.

Please, stop harrassing me. Take your commission! I can't handle the pressure! I wanted to whine.

"Yes, I did, thank you," I answered instead.

Decorum is the hallmark of refinement, I tell myself.

And then I booked it out of the store, almost knocking over a mostly-nude mannequin and two tank top-wearing 12-year-olds who, frankly, should not be in this store unsupervised.

But I made it.

And I bought something.

And I used my coupon.

And that made me smile.

Just some photos

1. Harrison thought he was hot stuff when wore this get-up to the store (Indiana Jones hat, clock tattoos from Fresh and Easy, his church tie, and one glove ala Michael Jackson).

 

2. For the boys' 5th birthdays, we ordered a Speed Racer cake. The decorator was nice enough to put two cars on the cake!

3.  Cameron and Emily shared cinnamon rolls on a playdate at our house.

4. And so did Harrison and Camille.

5. I don't get many good posed pictures of Cameron but I think this shot shows that he's definitely a cutie.

6. One afternoon Mary and her friend Niki made a whole spooky set complete with graveyard, witch and cauldron, mummy in a coffin (Altoid tin), troll bridge, and giant spider.

7. A few mornings ago the boys were too quiet and I discovered they'd dumped a 2-liter bottle of water (from my food storage) into their blocks bin. I had to dump the water out and dry the blocks in the tub. No damage was done but the bathroom smelled like a petting zoo for a day or two. (This picture only shows half of the blocks--the other half are on the bathroom counter and sink.)

8. As payment for teaching Harrison to ride, Tyce took his Spiderman bike for a spin. (Remember Tyce's Spiderman backpack? The zipper didn't even make it to the month of October.) Ah, good times.

And that's about all for now.

Life is has its ups and downs but we are making it.

The student becomes the teacher

Last night I sat down to help Mary with her homework. They were working on multiplying 2-digit by 1-digit numbers using mental math. That's the kind of thing I hate. 

She said, "Don't worry, Mom. I'll teach you. Here's the first problem, 46 x 7. How would you break down 46?"

"Four times 10, plus six," I dutifully answer.

"That's right! So we can write the first part like this: (40 x 7). And then you have 6 left over, so what do you do next?"

"Six times seven."

"Good job! So then we take (40 x 7) + (6 x 7) and what do you get?"

My mental calculator whirs and clicks until I say, a little too loudly, "322!"

"See, Mom? You did it. You are smarter than most of my slow-witted classmates."

Notice she said MOST. 

But I will take the math compliments where I can get them, thank you very much.