Sunday, July 20, 2014

PB&J Sunday

We participated in Soul Food Sunday with Soul Food USA this evening. As always it was an uplifting experience that helped me feel connected and grateful. I had few interesting things happen that I wanted to share.

The first was as I handed a older man in a wheel chair a sandwich he said, “Well this must make you feel good about yourself, you make a few PB&J’s give them to some old people and you can go back to living in your big house with out feeling too guilty.” It made me think why is it I choose to spend some of my Sunday evenings feeding the homeless? I could justify it to say its to teach my children gratitude so maybe they wont complain every time they don’t like what I cook them for dinner. Or its because I genuinely care about others and feel for those who have less than me. Or I could say I feel so grateful for the blessings I have and I want to pay it forward in the little ways I can. But as I passed out the rest of the sandwiches I had in my bag I really examined it. Why I am here? Am I trying to prove something? And I over compensating for something? Am I trying to one up someone else? 

I know part of it is for my kids. Another huge part is habit, this is what my mom always did and does so now its a part of who I am; its just what we do. Another part of it is I just feel better afterwards like I do when I go on a hike or get all the laundry done. Its a better use of my time even if sometimes I’d rather stay home watching Pretty Little Lairs. I am not sure if that last one is good or bad I’m still pondering it.

The second thing that happened was kind of funny. I was standing there holding my last sandwich and the crowd cleared a little and another volunteer asked me if I had been offered water yet. Yup, she thought I was one of the homeless women. So that is just reminder to me you never know someone’s situation or what’s going on underneath just by looking at them, and that I probably should have showered today.

The last interesting thing that happened was afterwards during the drive home with Quinn. This was the first time he was able to join us since he had been at his mom's the last few times. He was really quiet and we could tell it really affected him. He asked if he ever had to do that again. We said probably we would be doing it in a few weeks and we asked why. He said it made him feel sad seeing all the people who didn't have anything and he didn't like feeling sad. I thought this was a very good way to put it, as an eleven year old boy he doesn't like feeling uncomfortable, which is normal; either do I. Often denying there's a problem and avoiding is easier but it can add to the problem. I could apply this to so many situations in life. I need to remember to get outside of my comfort zone and be part of the solution.

If you’d like to join Soul Food USA they serve every first and third Sunday of the month. 










Friday, July 18, 2014

Stop Censoring Motherhood



I am a fan of breastfeeding. I breast fed Jayah until she was 18 months. I weaned her because I thought that’s what I was supposed to do. I remember about a week after she was fully weaned I cried myself to sleep. I am still nursing Henry. And although I am a fan of nursing that doesn’t mean it’s easy. That boy eats a lot. Since I have been breastfeeding him almost exclusively for the past year he pretty much goes where ever I go, including to work, the grocery store, soccer games, hiking…everywhere. Breastfeeding makes this easier and harder.

1. I never have to remember a bottle or sippy cup (LOVE IT!)

2. I always have to remember a blanket and crawl underneath it, even in the 100 degree weather to feed him.

The truth is I love breast feeding but I do not love the blanket part. I am of course respectful but trying to keep a one year old under a blanket all the time is not always easy. The other day I was at the park and I was struggling to try and fed Henry who was hot and did not want to go under the hot blanket and my sister said to me, “Don’t keep that poor guy under there. Every person at this park has seen way more boob than you are showing in line at the grocery store.”

There is a movement going on right now, #stopcensoringmotherhood and I couldn’t agree more.


So here is me agreeing.Motherhood is beautiful, let’s stop covering it up.



“I see my body as an instrument, rather than an ornament.” ― Alanis Morissette. 

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved, as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive,
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Francis of Assisi



Tuesday, July 8, 2014

My Second Happy Thought!

I still can't believe that I was blessed with Henry. One year ago today I gave birth to this ball of joy. Happy Birthday Cookie Monster!!


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Fourth of July in Sedona



 My family is pretty much the road trip captains. We are a very close knit family. Although we have family, including siblings, aunts uncles and grandparents in other states like Washington, Arizona and California that doesn't stop us, we all pile into my mom's 15 passenger van and together we can conquer anything. 

For the fourth of July we headed down to Flagstaff for my beautiful Cousin Gretchen's wedding. On the way we stopped and hung out in Sedona and did a little hiking. It was amazing.

The last picture sums up how I feel and what I strive to do as a mother. 





 "There are two things we should give to our children. One is roots, the other is wings."

-Unknown



Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Grandma Katherine and the Wonderful, Incredible, So Good, Very Awesome Grandma Camp

If you can’t tell from the title of this blog my mom is amazing. Beyond amazing, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe it. She had a lot of kids, a lot, a lot of kids. And those kids keep having kids. Out of the four kids who have kids she has 14 Grandkids and she still nine kids who haven't even started birthing kids yet (plus I am having one more). . She basically has the new Israel in her family room at least once a week. Once a year she takes all of these people to Grandma Camp and some how manages to help them all get along (soft answers) have fun and participate in crazy stuff.

This year’s Grandma Camp looked something like this:
Day One: Farm Day. She got (almost) all the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies from local farms and made cookies!

Day Two: Ranch Day. She took all the kids horseback riding up at a ranch in Idaho.

Day Three: River Rafting and making our own Soda Pop. We went to the Soda springs Geyser and then went River Rafting at Lava Hot Springs (my favorite day)


Day Four: Bear Lake. As is tradition we ended at Bear Lake. our little piece of heaven. It wasn’t as blazing hot as some would have liked for a beach day but that didn’t scare the kids from jumping right in.  And for me it was perfect, I like warm windy beach days. 

Here are a bunch of random pictures from the trip.

I love you mom, thank you for helping us make such awesome memories!