Thursday, March 31, 2016

a white bedroom


When I went to paint my bedroom, I didn't even test paint swatches. Sometimes I can't be bothered and I just hope for the best. Most of the time that's not a good idea. I picked Swiss Coffee from Behr for my bedroom, because I knew it was a regular, warm white, and I liked that I could just pick up a gallon from the Home Depot without needing any mixing. I don't know if it's because I was painting over a really bright green, but it ended up feeling sort of silvery, which was a happy surprise. Our room feels so much brighter now. I left most of the walls bare, because a bare wall feels quiet and clean, and that makes my brain feel good. But I couldn't resist the "Let's Stay Home" banner. Mike and I are such homebodies. There's no where else we'd rather be together.

And if you had told me 5 years ago that I would happily let a cat sleep on my bed, I would have said you were crazy. Alas.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

short hair


Here's something funny/sad: When I got home from the hairstylist last Saturday, Elliot said, "Mom, why did you cut your hair? It looks terrible."

I've forgiven him.

I've had short hair for most of my life. So going back to short hair wasn't scary. I was ready for a change. Mike totally misses my long hair, and someday I'll grow it out again for him. But for now, I'll happily sport this easy bob. I like to think of it as french gamine short, not middle aged mother short. It's all in the perception. Ha!

Speaking of hair, this article was really funny: Why Everyone on TV Has the Same Hair

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

baseball


It's my most favorite season of the whole year--little league season! We'll be at the baseball fields every night this week, and I don't even mind. Oliver took last year off, but he's back this year and I am so glad.

He pitched for the first time on Saturday, and I was a nervous wreck! Man alive, the pressure of the entire game is on the shoulders of those pitchers. I know Oliver was feeling it, but he bore it well.


I stole this picture from my friend because it is adorable and shows exactly how little league should be-- lots of friends and lots of smiles. Elliot even has his two best cousins on his team. Oh, it's so fun!

Monday, March 28, 2016

Easter, in a few pictures and one really great quote


Mike rushed home between his meetings yesterday so that we could set the camera on the piano and use the self-timer to snap a family photo all dressed up in our Easter best. I shared this one on instagram, along with this really great quote from Elder Holland:

"One of the great consolations of this Easter season is that because Jesus walked such a long, lonely path utterly alone, we do not have to do so."

I believe that with all my heart. We don't ever need to feel alone in this life, because Jesus Christ is always there. He has felt our pain and suffered for our sins. All He asks is that we follow Him. I am so glad we have a holiday dedicated to celebrating this extraordinary gift.


The girls and I wore our peach and blush and cream dresses, all made by me. I used the same pattern for the girls' dresses (Butterick 3350), and you can see that it lends itself to customization well. Mabel's was made for a school dance and Stella's for her baptism. I used Simplicity 2180 for my dress, which I've made a few times before for myself (seen here at my sister's wedding) and clients. This time I used a blush chiffon, and swapped out the sleeve band for some soft, gathered ruffles. I wanted something feminine and flowy. My favorite part of this pattern is the v-neck back, snapped accidentally by photographer Oliver:




We went to Mike's parents' house that night for dinner and an egg hunt. So many cousins!

It was a really great day. I hope yours was, too.

Friday, March 25, 2016

happy weekend


The kids are off of school on this beautiful Good Friday. After a late night at the Easter Pageant last night, they are sleeping in. I am skipping my run to save my knees, which have been making really weird crunching noises when I bend them, and will spend the morning fighting the losing battle against the weeds in our yard instead.

I am adding The Gift of Grace by President Uchtdorf to my Easter prep reading this weekend. The older I get, the more I realize that if I want a holiday to feel special, or meaningful, it is up to me. I don't want this Eater Sunday to pass me by in a blur of jelly beans and chocolate bunnies. It is so much more than that!

I hope you will feel the peace that Easter can bring this weekend. I know that because Jesus Christ suffered for me (and you), we can be redeemed. We can be forgiven. And we can live with our family again once this life is over. All He requires is that we follow Him.

Here's a great little animated video about what can happen when we choose to follow Him.


Have a peaceful, happy weekend!

Oh, and one little word of advice: if you have a young girl living in your house who likes to receive letters in the mail, find her a pen pal. Stella's pen pal, Audrey, sent her the sweetest Easter package the other day. It was the highlight of Stella's week. She has carried that little bunny tote around with her everywhere!

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

hallelujah


I am trying to focus more on Jesus Christ this week, turning my thoughts more often to Him, as we celebrate this week leading up to Easter. Here is a quick video that is helping me this morning, as I get ready for another busy day.

Hallelujah!

p.s. If you are local, this is the last week to view the Easter Pageant at the Mesa Temple. It starts at 8pm, but get there early to grab a seat. Don't miss it!

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

a bathroom refresh


Alternate title: How to Love Your Bathroom, Even if it Doesn't Have Subway Tile.
Secondary alternate tile: No-one Cares What Your Bathroom Looks Like, Stephanie.

Our master bathroom is a teeny little space right off our bedroom. It was furnished when our home was built, in the dark ages of home decor, 1979. I have hated it since the day we moved in. And for some reason that I can't quite understand, in an effort to "improve" it, I had painted it the worst, most unflattering shade of green.

Ten years later, I finally realized that the remodel of my dreams wasn't going to happen any time soon and that I needed to learn to love this little room--shell-shaped sink, beige shower tiles, and gold linoleum floor and all. (Well, the gold linoleum floor will soon be painted a nice, warm gray, I think. Paint can cure all sorts of ails, I've learned.)

I've always heard that if there is something in your room you don't love, but can't change, try to make it look deliberate. So I chose a pretty, pinkish-peach paint color to blend with the beige shower tiles that even after 36 years are in really great condition. I had always wanted to install paneling or white tile (to match the new tile in the shower that I had dreamed about) on the lower two-thirds of the walls, but decided to make it easy on myself and just paint it a bright white to match the vanity and trim instead. This room gets really great light first thing in the morning, and now it beams. The break in the paint colors makes the ceiling seem ten feet tall, and I really don't mind the lack of paneling or tile.

Another thing that made a big difference: decluttering. I threw everything away that we don't use everyday and stuck in the cabinet instead of on top of the vanity.

I think I can live with it now. And I might even love it a little bit.



Prettiest little cactus painting by Beth Allen. Should I wash my hair today? print by chipper things, can be purchased here.

Monday, March 21, 2016

redemption


In a talk given in General Conference a few years ago entitled "Redemption", Elder D. Todd Christofferson gave insight to what it means to have Jesus Christ as our Redeemer. But to understand that idea, we must first understand the term "redeem".

He says, "In colonial times, labor was in great demand in America. During the 18th and early 19th centuries, potential immigrant laborers were recruited in Great Britain, Germany, and other European countries, but many who were willing to go could not afford the cost of travel. It was not uncommon for these to travel under an indenture or contract, promising to work after their arrival for a certain period of time without wages as payment for their passage. Others came with the promise that family members already in America would pay their fare upon arrival, but if that didn't happen, the newcomers were obliged to pay their own costs through indentured service. The term used to describe these indentured immigrants was 'redemptioners.' They had to redeem the cost of their passage--in a sense, purchase their freedom--by their labor."

And this is where it gets good. He continues, "Among the most significant of Jesus Christ's descriptive titles is Redeemer. As indicated in my brief account of immigrant 'redemptioners,' the word redeem means to pay off an obligation or a debt. Redeem can also mean to rescue or set free as by paying a ransom. If someone commits a mistake and then corrects it or makes amends, we say he has redeemed himself. Each of these meanings suggests different facets of the great Redemption accomplished by Jesus Christ through His Atonement, which includes, in the words of the dictionary, 'to deliver from sin and its penalties, as by a sacrifice made by the sinner.'"

Because I am not perfect, through my sins and mistakes, I have incurred a debt. Justice demands that the debt be paid, but I am not able to do it on my own. Through the mercy of Jesus Christ's atoning sacrifice, I can be forgiven and my debt can be cleared. He has redeemed me, and everyone who will come to Him. He has freed me from my sins and given me another chance, and He will continue to do so, as long as I have the desire to follow Him. This gift is available to all, and this is why Easter is so special. I can be forgiven, and healed, and made new.


I watched this video with my Sunday school class yesterday. I thought it was a really good illustration of the Atonement. I think we'll watch it for Family Home Evening this week:

 


Tuesday, March 15, 2016

pie for pi day


Yesterday was March 14th--Pi day for all the nerds out there! So Mabel and I baked a pie. I know apple pie isn't very springy, but it sure hit the spot.

We used the very highly rated and extremely popular Grandma Ople's Apple Pie recipe from allrecipes.com.

You'll need:

enough dough for a 9 inch deep dish double crust pie (I try to keep frozen pie crust in my chest freezer at all times. I decided long ago that homemade pie crust wasn't my thing, and frozen crust is such a snap.)

1/2 cup butter
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/4 cup water

6-8 apples, peeled, cored, and sliced
2 teaspoons cinnamon

Preheat your oven to 425 degrees.

Melt the butter in a sauce pan. Stir in the flour to form a paste. Add the sugars and water. Bring to a boil, then simmer for 5 minutes.

Meanwhile, get your bottom crust in the dish and ready your apples. Toss the apples with the cinnamon, then pile in the pie. Lattice the top crust.

Very slowly and carefully pour the sugar and butter liquid over the top of the pie. You don't want it to run off. It should coat the top of the pie, but also drip into all of the holes in the lattice, as well.

Bake for 15 minutes at 425, then lower the oven to 350 degrees and bake for 35-45 more minutes.


Best, crisp, non-soggy apple pie I've ever eaten in all my life.

Monday, March 14, 2016

justice, love, and mercy


In a few weeks we'll celebrate Easter. To get ready for that holy day, I re-read Elder Holland's conference address from last Easter, entitled, "Where Justice, Love, and Mercy Meet". He begins by telling a story about two teenaged brothers. It is a good illustration of the Atonement of Jesus Christ, so I'd like to share it here.

It goes like this:

"Without safety ropes, harnesses, or climbing gear of any kind, two brothers attempted to scale a sheer canyon wall in Snow Canyon State Park in southern Utah. Near the top of their laborious climb, they discovered that a protruding ledge denied them their final few feet of ascent. They could not get over it, but neither could they retreat from it. They were stranded. After careful maneuvering, John found enough footing to boost his younger brother to safety on top of the ledge. But there was no way to lift himself. The more he strained to find finger or foot leverage, the more his muscles began to cramp. Panic started to sweep over him, and he began to fear for his life.

Unable to hold on much longer, John decided his only option was to try to jump vertically in an effort to grab the top of the overhanging ledge. If successful, he might, by his considerable arm strength, pull himself to safety.

In his own words, he said:

'Prior to my jump I told Jimmy to go search for a tree branch strong enough to extend down to me, although I knew there was nothing of the kind on this rocky summit. It was only a desperate ruse. If my jump failed, the least I could do was make certain my little brother did not see me falling to my death.

'Giving him enough time to be out of sight, I said my last prayer--that I wanted my family to know I loved them and that Jimmy could make it home safely on his own--then I leapt. There was enough adrenaline in my spring that the jump extended my arms above the ledge almost to my elbows. But as I slapped my hands down on the surface, I felt nothing but loose sand on flat stone. I can still remember the gritty sensation of hanging there with nothing to hold on to--no lip, no ridge, nothing to grab or grasp. I felt my fingers begin to recede slowly over the sandy surface. I knew my life was over.

'But then suddenly, like a lightning strike in a summer storm, two hands shot out from somewhere above the edge of the cliff, grabbing my wrists with a strength and determination that belied their size. My faithful little brother had not gone looking for any fictitious tree branch. Guessing exactly what I was planning to do, he had never moved an inch. He had simply waited--silently, almost breathlessly--knowing full well I would be foolish enough to try to make that jump. When I did, he grabbed me, held me, and refused to let me fall. Those strong brotherly arms saved my life that day as I dangled helplessly above what would surely have been certain death.'"

Elder Holland reminds us that Easter Sunday is "the most sacred day of the year for special remembrance of brotherly hands and determined arms that reached into the abyss of death to save us from our fallings and our failings, from our sorrows and our sins." Easter Sunday is the day we celebrate "the gift of victory over every fall we have ever experienced, every sorrow we have ever known, every discouragement we have ever had, every fear we have ever faced--to say nothing our our resurrection from death and forgiveness for our sins. That victory is available to us because of events that transpired on a weekend precisely like this nearly two millennia ago in Jerusalem."

He continues, "That first Easter sequence of Atonement and Resurrection constitutes the most consequential moment, the most generous gift, the most excruciating pain, and the most majestic manifestation of pure love ever to be demonstrated in the history of this world. Jesus Christ, the Only Begotten Son of God, suffered, died, and rose from death in order that He could, like lightning in a summer storm, grasp us as we fall, hold us with His might, and through our obedience to His commandments, lift us to eternal life."

This knowledge gives me hope. It gives me peace and so much joy. I want to feel this and to remember this always, but particularly during this special time of year. I have a testimony of Jesus Christ. I know He suffered for my sins and my pain. And I know that through Him, I can be forgiven and made whole again. And the really wonderful thing, is that this gift is available to everyone - all we need to do is turn to Him.

Have a happy week!


Read, watch, or listen to the entire talk here. Elder Holland always hits it out of the park.

For more uplifting Easter things, go to FollowHim.mormon.org.

Friday, March 11, 2016

happy weekend


We call stuffed animals "guys" at our house, and Elliot is my lover of guys. His beloved Wolfie is getting pretty thin and floppy these days from all of the love. So this week, when I was paining my bedroom, I took my old guy, Nosey-Nosey, out of the shadowbox that usually hangs on my wall and let Elliot play with him. As I placed Nosey in Elliot's arms, he let out the sweetest, most reverent gasp. And then he handled Nosey so delicately. Nosey got to meet the rest of our guys, and I think everyone had a really great time together. I even heard Elliot bringing Wolfie into my room this morning to say hello to Nosey, where he is safely back up on the wall.

I painted my bedroom, which I've wanted to do since we painted it green ten years ago when we moved in to our house. I've barely tolerated that green all this time, and it feels really good to have it be a nice, clean, bright white instead. Funny thing, though, I painted it and moved all the furniture back in place and cleaned everything up. . . and then I realized that it needed a second coat. Blerg! So the next day, I did it all over again.

Painting is not my favorite, but it is cheap and it makes a big impact. We painted every square inch of our house when we moved in, and we've almost painted it all again since.

Our spring break kicks off this weekend. I am trying to convince Mike to take us to California for a few days. I'd really love to visit my grandparents and look at the ocean for a minute. Oh, and breathe that wet, salty air that feels so much like home!

We'll see. . .

Have a good weekend!

p.s. Best home makeover I've seen in a long time.

Monday, March 07, 2016

on the weekend


I am still processing this weekend (and honestly, mostly mourning the end of Downton Abbey). There was a lot to think about, and I feel very scattered on this bright Monday morning, which isn't a super motivating way to feel. In an effort to get going, I'm going to set some of my thoughts here.

on Stake Conference: Instead of the usual Sunday meetings with just our small congregation or ward, we met together with our stake, which is made up of 8 wards. This happens twice a year. I think this is probably what is mostly crowding my brain. I attended three wonderful meetings and took lots and lots of notes. After reviewing them quickly, I wanted to share my favorite thought, taught in a special meeting by Sister Laurel Lawrence, wife of Elder Larry Lawrence, our visiting authority. When we are born, our spirits are already mature. As our physical bodies grow, our spiritual selves can grow as well, but not in stature--in light. In order for this to happen, we need to continually feed our spirits light. That light can come from scripture study, from attending church meetings and the temple, through prayer and meditation, from anything uplifting and good, really. I need to be feeding my spirit a constant diet of light.

on rats (most definitely not part of a diet of light): It is late in the citrus season, and almost past time to clear our trees of their fruit. A few days ago, I found lots of oranges on the ground that had been picked clean, a sure sign of rats. Gross. We have several very lovely and mature citrus trees that reach nearly 30 feet high. I was under the canopy on Saturday, long citrus picker in hand, trying to reach the highest oranges. I was causing quite a bit of rustling as I tugged on those oranges, when all of a sudden the biggest, fattest rat I've ever seen plopped out of the tree right in front of me and scurried away. I don't know if I'll ever be the same. And our citrus trees don't seem quite so lovely anymore, you know? Side note: would anyone like to come clear out our trees? All the pink grapefruit, tangelos, and Arizona sweets you can eat! Don't mind the rats.

on the finale of Downton Abbey: Oh guy! I need a good cry over this one. I feel like everyone got their happy ending except me. I don't think I've ever been so sad to see a show end. I would have happily continued watching for the rest of my life. I love those Crawleys, and their servants, too. Even Barrow, who turned out to be not such a bad guy after all.

on sewing: I am tempted to participate in Katy(from no big dill)'s sewing challenge. She isn't going to buy any clothes for herself or her children for a year. A year! I think Mabel, who has been suffering in school uniforms for the past two years and will start High School this fall, would kill me if I told her I'd be making all of her clothes. Ha! That's what every teenager wants, right? A closet full of homemade clothes. :) So I'd limit the challenge to myself (minus running clothes). I think it would be fun and definitely challenging. But mostly I think it would help me figure out what I like to wear most. I'm sort of a disaster in that area.

on Sunday dinner: I made Ree's favorite meatloaf. I contemplated having the leftovers for breakfast this morning, it is that good.

Anything on your mind this morning? Feel free to spill.

Friday, March 04, 2016

happy weekend


This post is brought to you by the power of positive thinking.

This week, we watched our nieces and nephews for a few days while their parents had some time off. It went surprisingly well and I didn't feel as overwhelmed as I have when we've done this in the past. I attribute this purely to the fact that every few minutes I repeated to myself that everything was ok. That it wasn't a big deal to all of a sudden have a baby and a 3 year old again. That it was ok that everyone was still awake in bed after 9pm. That it was fun, even! And it totally worked (for the most part).

Early this morning, in the pitch darkness, I went running alone. (Mike is still in marathon-recovery mode.) I don't usually go running alone, especially not in the dark, but it was what worked today. While I was running, I remembered that I could get stuck in the "this is hard, how much longer, why am I doing this" thought loop, or I could focus my thoughts and plan my day ahead. I could use that time to think about something I am worried about. Or something important. And then the miles wouldn't feel so long anymore.

All this to say that this week, I re-learned that I am the captain of my thoughts. I can choose to use them to feel better or to feel worse. I can dwell on the hard things, or focus on the good. It's up to me. And I realize that this isn't always easy, but the choice is certainly always mine.

In lighter news, Ann Taintor gets me (minus the alcohol-related jokes, obviously). Every year, I get her new wall calendar and I die. Mike never thinks they're very funny, but oh man, I love them. This month says, "If they can send a man to the moon, I'm certain they can send a smart mouth teenager." Ha!

Happy March and happy weekend!

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

signs of spring


Every year when the wisteria vine blossoms and the orange trees bloom, I fancy myself a nature photographer. My photos don't do them justice at all because they are so pretty in real life and the orange blossoms smell incredible. Spring is a fleeting season here in the desert, but we are leaving our windows open as much as we can and taking lots of deep breaths of the sweet air outside. Nothing smells better than an orange blossom. Happy March!