This morning the girls gave me the gift of sleeping in until 9:15 am. By the time they were dressed and ready for breakfast, it was 10 am. We had a lunch appointment with Abe at 11 am. It was so great seeing Abe, though, that it didn’t really matter that we’d all just eaten.
We spent the rest of the day reading and playing. I feel so lucky that I have the time to spend on those activities with my kids. I wish I had more energy to repeat days like today all the time, but I guess I will take what I can get.
This morning Lydia came racing into our room an hour earlier than usual because she was so excited to brush her teeth. (I bought her a new toothbrush yesterday.) Abe and I didn’t really mind her early wake-up because for the rest of the morning she and Mary played imagination.
Today their game involved feeding little baby “blancas” and then killing the big, bad “blancas.” From the pictures they drew of the blancas, I gathered that these were a type of monster-snake. The girls assured me that the little ones were nice, but they needed to kill the big ones with their magic powers. Grandma, Mary wore the froggy blanket you made her because that gave her magic powers to kill the big blancas.
At one point, I brought the girls to their room so I could read to them, but somehow that all ended in a ball game with Abe. Here are some pictures:
Then we went to church, where Abe taught a lesson on the crucifixion. I missed it because I was in the nursery, but I made him give me the blow-by-blow when we got home. In my personal study of the lesson, I got a lot out of Peter’s denial of Christ and the “spirit-is-willing-but-flesh-is-weak” theme. Abe’s main takeaway centered around fulfilling our life mission and not being side-tracked by power or wealth.
Then Abe and I made dinner, after which he took the girls to a nearby field to fly kites. I am still immobile after yesterday’s hike, so I stayed home to read more of Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling.
This morning the alarm went off at 5:30am. It was painful, but we got up and ready for our morning adventure up Mt. Timpanogos to explore Mt. Timpanogos Cave National Monument. It turned out to be a perfect-weather type of morning, and even though the one and a half mile trail to the top felt excruciating at times, the beauty of it all was pretty stunning.
After our hike, we went out for lunch and then headed home to rest. Well, I rested while Abe did the lawn and made a ton of phone calls. After I rested for, um, five hours, we got together with Morgan, Jesse and Henry and took the kids to the park. At Henry’s bedtime, we left and took the girls to Coldstone. We figured it was okay since we spent the entire morning hiking. Then it was errands, blogging–and now, Abe and I get to finish Half the Sky. I can’t wait.
We have to get up at 5:30am tomorrow to hike Mt. Timpanogos, so I’m just going to post a picture from the girls’ swimming lesson today. Oh, and their sweet instructor rescheduled the other boy in their class because my girls need…extra instruction. Remember how Lydia failed swimming class last year? Um, so both girls are slightly remedial in the water. As in, they are deathly afraid of putting their faces in. Baby steps–oh wait! Good thing they’re (my) babies.
This morning I took the girls to the farm at Thanksgiving Point.
Then we came home and did not venture out again until 8pm, at which time we went to Old Navy to try to find some clothes for Ammon. We ended up getting more stuff for the girls than Ammon, though. So far he has: three onesies and a windbreaker. Good thing we have three months to go before we actually have to clothe this baby.
Today was another lazy day. I feel so discouraged. What I want most in life is be an energetic, fun mother, and that goal feels so out of reach on days like today. I let my achy back and belly dictate the day, most of which I spent in bed.
On the upside, Abe had a great day at work. He came home full of ideas and inspiration, and it is obvious he has found his passion. On our evening walk, we talked a lot about the book I just read, Where You Go Is Not Who You’ll Be. Everything I read resonated with Abe. He feels certain that if he had gone to BYU instead of UPenn, he would be much more ahead both financially and in terms of his career…but I was grateful when he turned to me and said, “God bless the broken road that led me to youuuuuu!” I’m so glad for such a loving husband, especially on days like today when I feel like I don’t measure up in pretty much every category.
I was up all night last night because I thought there was someone in the house. I heard the door to the girls’ room open and close right after a car alarm went off outside, and even after I checked their room three times, I could not convince myself they were safe. Finally, I managed to wake Abe up–my first attempts to do so ended in him mumbling about bacon that he’d set out for everyone in the neighborhood–and he checked their room again. He told me he’d left their door cracked, and that between the fan and the wind, it must have opened and shut a couple of times.
Even after he assured me that everything was fine, I still lay awake and terrified for the rest of the night. Therefore, I was exhausted and non-functional until 2pm today. All I managed to do before then was feed children, bathe children, and paint children’s nails.
At 2pm, the girls’ babysitter came over so I could swim, and from then on I managed to function.
I was really good about taking pictures early in the day, but we had Andrew, Sarah, and Grace Walker over for dinner–and I totally forgot to take pictures! We had soooo much fun with them, and Andrew always gives us the inside scoop on church workings, not to mention he is full of so many good stories. I am going to Deseret Book tomorrow to buy two of his dad’s books: Mountain Meadows Massacre and Wayward Saints. Even though his dad is an incredibly faithful member of the church–and at one time was the bishop of two apostles (the two of whom, incidentally, had vastly different opinions 0n how to treat his work)–his greatest book, Wayward Saints, was initially somewhat suppressed in the church.
Now the church position has shifted and Deseret Book is promoting the book much more heavily. They recently ordered 10,000 new copies to be published. The book is essentially an historical allegory of how to deal with faith crisis, and there is no more relevant time for such a work as now.
We also found out that Elder Perry has always been very vocal about not wanting to be president of the twelve apostles. He always said he wanted Boyd K. Packer to outlive him by at least a day; we found it incredible that his wish was fulfilled so closely, especially since Elder Perry’s death was pretty unexpected.
Anyway, we talked for hours with the Walkers until we were all sitting in the almost-dark yard. Grace, Mary, and Lydia were having the time of their lives playing with the kiddie pool, and I think we all ended the night feeling filled by friendship.
I didn’t blog last night because it got too late. Abe and I stayed up late watching Half the Sky, and then we talked for a long time about the issues brought up in the movie.
I did get up and go swimming this morning, after which we deep cleaned the house. Then we took the kids to a splash pad, got free 7/11 slurpees, ate pizza by the library, picked out books for everyone, and then I got a pedicure while Abe took the girls to Cold Stone. After that we headed to Sprouts. We then tried out Winco for the first time because Kim and Lucas raved about how cheap everything there is. The only problem was, after I had finished shopping, we realized our debit cards had been cancelled during our Chicago trip. (Chase thought the Chicago charges were fraudulent.) Winco doesn’t do credit cards, so it was on to Harmon’s and Smith’s. Finally, at 10 pm (four grocery stores later) we were done. I need one grocery store that does it all, but so far I haven’t found it yet.
The good news is that since we left the house right after cleaning and didn’t return until the girls’ bedtime, the house is still sparkling. It’s all prepared for Sunday.