Monday, April 28, 2008

shadows


Do you ever have the feeling your being followed? Well I do! And I am literally-by two silly little dogs named Topher and Scooter. Scooter is my sister Moni's dog. We are dog sitting while they're off in Lord of the Rings country bonding with their tribe. No Katherine, they are not Tongan. Your cousins are 1/4 Maori, 1/4 Texan and 1/2 Mexican like you! Anyway, these dogs won't let me out of their site for a minute. If I run up to change a load of laundry from the basement to the 2ND floor they are right there behind me. At least they're being well exercised cause following me around the house and yard for 2 weeks would make anyone exhausted. I get a slight reprieve when the kids get home but that just leaves me with much bigger shadows following me around. It's good to feel so loved, most of the time. And Moni, even though you never leave a comment, I know your reading this: That gift card you promised Sarah is mine!

Monday, April 21, 2008

driving

What could be scarier than teaching your baby how to drive? Oh, raising teenagers is filled with such ups and downs. Sarah has been completely hesitant about driving. She begged us to just put any money we would spend on a used car towards an upgrade on her cello. "Well how do you think you and your upgraded cello will get to your lesson?" I ask. "You'll drive me of course :)" she replies. Wrong answer sweetheart. I need you to drive yourself to all the wonderful things you do. Plus a few siblings now and then! So we take her out kicking and screaming a few times a week. She always comes back happy and a little more secure in her new found ability. So back to my original question. The only thing scarier I can think of is letting your sweet baby girl get picked up to go on a date by some 16 or 17 year old boy and watching them drive away. Thankfully I have about 8 months to get use to that idea. Heaven help us all!

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

James


We met James in our Houston ward "back in 98' " as he likes to say. Brett was assigned to be his home teacher and thus a lifelong relationship began. James was born with various physical challenges and because of this he was constantly picked on by his peers and brothers. While his mom took care of him the best she could, he was constantly told he would never amount to much and developed phobias that he's had to work very hard to overcome. He spent most of his life a loner. While I don't recall exactly how it was that he found the church I do know that the church literally saved his life. While in Houston James spent many holidays and Sunday evenings with us. He was always the first one to ask if there was anything he could do to help. He took out many bags of garbage and helped wash loads of dishes. We had some good times playing games with the kids and singing in the choir with Brett. On moving day to Utah he came to help load our giant U-Haul. He was the first one there and the last one to leave. A year or two later he called us and asked if Brett wouldn't mind flying out to Houston to help him drive his own U-Haul out west. They have some funny stories about their adventures out to the promised land. We helped get James set up and once again enjoyed many 4th of July's and Christmas Eve's together. On one occasion when James was at another low point. He asked Brett if he could come and give him a blessing. When Brett returned home I asked him how it went and he replied, "the Lord loves him and promised him a companion." "Wow" is all I could say. More years passed and we watched James continue to go through his share of ups and downs. He has had amazing friends and bishops in his singles ward help him along the way. It was there that he met Lisa. It has been so thrilling to watch his transformation. He is so happy and in love. I can't wait to go to the temple to witness their sealing. As I look at their engagement picture I can't help but smile and am reminded of the infinite love our Heavenly Father has for his children, each and every one.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

A Typical Sunday

Woke up late as usual. Run down stairs to wake up Sarah and Analisa. Matthew and Joseph already up, have helped themselves to breakfast and are setting up the basement for Matthew's after church performance. Run back upstairs, shower and iron my dress and the boys church shirts and slacks. Run back downstairs yell at girls to please get up given that they now only 30 minutes before church. Share crowded bathroom with Brett, Samuel, and boys. Run back down stairs and make ham and eggs for whoever is hungry. Pack cheerios into little baggie for Samuel, gather origami paper for Matthew and Giant Ninja turtle coloring book for Joseph. Braid Kate's hair. Soak boys wild hair by having them lean backwards against kitchen sink and spray'em down without getting them to soaked. Brush, brush, brush. Girls finally come in and ask the usual, "Does this look okay?" Grab shoes, scriptures, church bag and off we go. Arrive to church at 9:05 and and take the lead as 6 little ducks file in behind me while Brett parks the car. We find a row that accommodates 8 clear towards the middle of the gym because there is yet another farewell. Kids pretty reverent today considering the departing missionary went 35 minutes over by sharing the long version of Footprints in the Sand and thanking his entire immediate and extended family and friends each personally!


Come home at noon and start making grilled cheese sandwiches. Have kids pick up their rooms and deal with the tornado that is ours from major neglect on my part due to the girls dance concert this weekend. Have everyone gather laundry and start a load. Gather for sandwiches and carrots and have the weekly, "What did you learn at church today discussion". Kids scurry off to do there thing while Brett and I clean the kitchen together and go into deeper spiritual discussion. He just finished a book by Gerald Lund entitled Hearing the Voice of the Lord and shares some gems he's discovered. I learn so much from discussing spiritual things with Brett. I am so grateful to have a husband who never stops wanting to learn more and truly tries to practice what he preaches.




Two o' clock, time for Matthew's show. He is such a funny kid. He made each person in the family their own personal ticket with a seat assignment to his theatre. He had Samuel decked out in his Power Ranger outfit and gathered us all at the top of the basement stairs to tear our tickets so as to make sure that if we left he'd know that we had already been admitted. There were paper arrows all the way down and everyone took their assigned seat. He performed various Matthew style magic tricks and Samuel wowed us with somersaults during intermission. He ended the show by inviting us all "up on stage" for a family dance to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". It was fun.


Went back to work in the kitchen preparing dinner and desert. Decide on what to make and discover that I was short on flour and chocolate. Two very important ingredients. Send Kate over to Diana's for two cups of flour while I head over to Jacks for chocolate. I ask him if he happens to have any unsweetened chocolate squares, he smiles and runs inside and comes back with an assortment of fine baking chocolate. "This kind of stuff is banned from my house, so I keep a stash of it for when I really need it. Help yourself." We went on to talk about apricot trees, gardening, and the car he just got for his daughter that he's replacing the clutch on. Gotta love neighbors you can always count on to save you when your in a pinch. I've never had trouble asking neighbors for this or that. They are always so happy I asked and we've become closer friends because of it.


While making dinner I could hear Sarah singing her heart out to Broadway show tunes, Katherine up in her room practicing violin and Matthew and Analisa playing through Matthew's piano duets for his upcoming federation. While someone might walk into our house and think it sounds like some crazy messed up orchestra, hearing the kids engaged with their various talents is sweet music to my ears. Gathered everyone for diner except for little Joseph who suddenly came down with some weird stomach bug. Brett dealt with him and his throw-up while I ate with the kids. Cleaned up and prepared desert which we enjoyed with the Jarmans. Had a nice visit with them and walked over to the school playground to enjoy our long awaited warm spring day!


Came home at 6:30 and had a surprise visit from Grandpa and Grandma Nielson. We love it when they come over. We shared chocolate cake together and the kids performed for them. Matthew and Kate with their violins, Sarah sang and played her cello, Analisa danced a pattern from the concert and Joseph felt well enough to play a few songs on his guitar. Grandma calls coming over "light therapy"


Gathered for family prayer and ended with our usual family hug and cheer. "Nielson's are fun and they are #1!" The little boys then pile on each other for a wrestle. Topher goes nuts when this happens. Off to start the bedtime routines. Change a load from the washer to the dryer, start another load and remember to take the last piece of cake over to Jack.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Rock On



Sweet Samuel hollered down the hall, "I went potty all by myself Mom!"

"Great job!" I shouted back.

"Oh yeah, rock and roll baby!!" Samuel replied ;)

He's already got the hair of a future rock star. Jason Castro doesn't hold a candle to these locks. Rock on baby boy, rock on.

Monday, April 7, 2008

little treasures



Happened upon this sweet anemone in my garden the other day. Loved the velvety feel to it. Reminds me that Spring is on it's way despite the frigid temperature. It's been a looong winter. We woke up to snow this morning and had to pull out the snow boots again! You think I'd know by now not to put winter away til mid May. Oh well, thank you little flower for giving me a glimmer of spring.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

update on rut...


I went up to my room the other day and found this sweet card on my bed. She is still so much my little girl. Colored paper, flowers and heart stickers just like when she was 4. We always joke," I love you...no, I love you more...no, I love you more than more..." silly girl, if she only really knew how much! I'm sure our Father in Heaven feels much the same way. If we only really knew how much. That's the true test in life, remembering how unconditionally we are loved. Believing it, feeling it and passing it on.