Several months ago I mentioned that our family had been asked to sing in church and the kids suggested that we sing "Moves Like Jagger." Although I got a lot of encouragement to go with the kids' choice (Tera even offered to fly back from New York to see it), we eventually settled on a song from The Friend instead. Not as much fun, perhaps, but a bit more likely to be approved by the bishop.
We were supposed to sing back in October, I think, but due to a long string of things like illnesses and conferences and holidays and other musical numbers we only finally sang last Sunday.
I practiced with the kids for a couple of weeks beforehand. Every time we got in the car, I had them singing the song a capella. Usually, I could get only one - maybe two - of the kids to sing part of the song. I almost never got anyone to sing the whole song. Brekken (who doesn't really like music most of the time) often covered his ears and shouted: "Stop it! Stop singing! I hate the singing!"
I had visions of Brekken doing exactly that in the middle of our musical number on Sunday. But on the stand. In front of the whole ward.
Last Friday, we took the kids to the church so we could practice in the chapel. I wanted them to practice standing at the front and behaving themselves while they sang. (I must say, it sure makes it easier to coordinate practices when you have the pianist right in the family!) We were partially successful, in that they were at the front. I wouldn't go so far as to say they behaved themselves. But they sang more of the song than usual. I felt mostly okay about Sunday.
And when Sunday came, we headed for church. In the car they started singing the song with no prompting from me - just sang through the whole thing to practice and did it just right. When it was time to go up to the stand, they all came right up, stood in the places we had chosen, and sang out loud and clear. Brekken didn't shout at us to stop singing, in fact he sang right along. Rylen chose not to sing (sometimes he likes to make a lot of noise while we sing - I choose to believe that he's singing along, not protesting the singing), but he also didn't squirm to get down and go bang on the piano with Daddy while we sang.
I was so proud of my kids for going up there and singing out loud and strong in front of the whole congregation. They did a great job!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Quick Funny from Preston
Preston is playing some kind of superhero game and keeps running around the house shouting: "You can't see me! I'm indivisible!"
There must be some sort of math pun that applies here... :-)
There must be some sort of math pun that applies here... :-)
Quick Funny from Brekken
I know all of these have been quotes from Brekken lately, but it's because he's such a funny kid!
Last night we went to dinner at Village Inn. Two older couples were eating at a table behind us, and as they got up to leave they walked past our table. As one of the ladies moved past, she smiled down at Brekken. He did a cool chin lift in her direction and (for some unknown reason) said, "Cock-a-doodle, dude."
I had to laugh. A lot. The poor woman looked so confused.
Last night we went to dinner at Village Inn. Two older couples were eating at a table behind us, and as they got up to leave they walked past our table. As one of the ladies moved past, she smiled down at Brekken. He did a cool chin lift in her direction and (for some unknown reason) said, "Cock-a-doodle, dude."
I had to laugh. A lot. The poor woman looked so confused.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Mmmmm... Corn Chowder!
Tonight I asked the kids what they wanted for dinner and they asked for clam chowder. I had no canned chowder on hand and no clams in the pantry to make it myself. Not to mention, I've never made clam chowder before, so it's not like I know what I'm doing.
On the other hand, my mother makes great clam chowder, and I was pretty sure I remembered or could figure out how to make it. But still, no clams. Then I thought of corn chowder. I have corn! The kids agreed that corn chowder was acceptable, so I decided to give it a shot.
It turned out great! Definitely made me wish I'd made enough for leftovers. Tasty, easy, and ready in 30 minutes - that's a success in my cookbook. :)
Ingredients:
2 cups chicken broth
2 cups water
2 cups diced potatoes
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp Montreal Chicken seasoning
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp lemon pepper
1/4 tsp cumin
2 cups frozen or canned corn
3/4 cup + 1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup flour
Directions:
Add broth, water, and potatoes to saucepan. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat, cover and simmer 15 minutes (or until potatoes are tender). Add seasonings; mix well. Add corn and 3/4 cup milk. Combine flour and 1/4 cup milk and whip until smooth. Add milk and flour to soup. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes.
Serve with garnish of cheese, bacon bits, or whatever tickles your fancy.
(For example, my kids chose Cheez-Its. And as it turns out, that actually tastes pretty good!)
On the other hand, my mother makes great clam chowder, and I was pretty sure I remembered or could figure out how to make it. But still, no clams. Then I thought of corn chowder. I have corn! The kids agreed that corn chowder was acceptable, so I decided to give it a shot.
It turned out great! Definitely made me wish I'd made enough for leftovers. Tasty, easy, and ready in 30 minutes - that's a success in my cookbook. :)
Ingredients:
2 cups chicken broth
2 cups water
2 cups diced potatoes
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp Montreal Chicken seasoning
1/4 tsp pepper
1/4 tsp lemon pepper
1/4 tsp cumin
2 cups frozen or canned corn
3/4 cup + 1/4 cup milk
1/4 cup flour
Directions:
Add broth, water, and potatoes to saucepan. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat, cover and simmer 15 minutes (or until potatoes are tender). Add seasonings; mix well. Add corn and 3/4 cup milk. Combine flour and 1/4 cup milk and whip until smooth. Add milk and flour to soup. Bring to a boil; cook and stir for 2 minutes.
Serve with garnish of cheese, bacon bits, or whatever tickles your fancy.
(For example, my kids chose Cheez-Its. And as it turns out, that actually tastes pretty good!)
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Ghillies
I saw this picture on Pinterest and it brought back some memories.
Memories of what? you may ask...
Thinking back 15 years or so, I had just finished graduate school and was teaching some classes at BYU. It was actually pretty fun, but it was only a 6-month position, with no guarantees that the contract would be extended at the end of that time. So I started looking for another job. What I found was a job creating online training modules for the U.S. Marine Corps.
I worked at the Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center (MCAGCC) in Twentynine Palms, California. It's a lovely area... it is classified as having an arid, upland desert climate where temperatures regularly reach 120 degrees in the summer and drop to 15 degrees in winter. And then let's mention the sandstorms - where the dust and sand blow so strong that you can't see 5 feet in front of you, you can't breathe without a face mask, and it can scour the paint of your car. Occasional torrential rainstorms which cause near-instant flooding. The fact that you had to drive over 30 minutes to get to a Wal-mart for any large grocery shopping trips. The fact that there was no movie theater and only a couple of little restaurants in town.
I lived in a fairly spacious two-bedroom apartment with my own backyard. I went into that yard exactly once. In the 5 minutes I spent outside I spotted a scorpion, the tail end of some sort of snake slithering away, and (the final straw) a tarantula (I hate spiders). I ran back inside, closed the door, and never opened it again during my time there! The front yard was just concrete parking pads for the residents, so there was less wildlife. I was always on the lookout for that tarantula, though! (A fun side story on tarantulas... one of my buddies there was a marine and one night they were on manuevers in the desert. He was sleeping on the sand in a mummy bag, and he was completely wrapped up in it - the only thing exposed was his face. He woke up when something tickled his face and realized there was a TARANTULA sitting on his FACE! His arms were pinned in his bag and in his panic, he couldn't get them out. He couldn't open his mouth to yell for one of the other guys to help him because the TARANTULA was on his FACE. He flopped around frantically until the enormous spider fell off. Then discovered that the guys around him were perfectly well aware of his predicament, because they were all sitting around watching him. Apparently they'd watched the spider for quite some time and did nothing to stop it when it decided to crawl onto his FACE.)
One of the interesting things I remember about homes in that area is that there were no grassy yards (we were in the desert after all). Instead, people had sandy yards and they would rake the sand into elaborate patterns. People took great pride in maintaining their perfectly raked sand.
I lived right on the edge of Joshua Tree National Park. There were some beautiful things to see there, though I didn't spend a lot of time hiking in the park (allow me to reiterate... 120 degrees, snakes, scorpions, tarantulas). The joshua trees can only be found in two places... that area of California and Israel. So that was kind of neat. And beautiful, too, in its own way.
So back to the ghillies that started this reminiscing... On my first day at work on the base, the Captain took me for a tour of the base. At one point he stopped the car to show me a large, empty area. There were acres and acres of nothing but scrub brush and joshua trees (much like the picture above). He asked me if I could spot the people... I could not. It looked like it was completely empty. He instructed me to keep looking, but as hard as I tried I could not see anyone in the space. It was not until a man in a ghillie suit stood up and walked over to us that I had any idea there was someone there. It scared me to death, to be honest. It was like the man just appeared from nowhere. Those ghillie suits let the marines look just like a piece of the landscape and they are VERY well disguised. It turned out there were actually a lot of guys out there in ghillie suits and you'd never have known it.
I really loved my job there. I got to learn - and teach - a lot of amazing things. If you need to program your combat radio, drive your Humvee through a flooding wash, check your vehicle for explosives, elude a pursuer in an urban environment, or disarm a landmine, I'm your girl. Those are some the courses I helped put together and oh, it was fun! Even though I was a civilian, I got to practice doing those things so that I'd know how to do it before I wrote the course. It was quite an adventure.
Several branches of the armed forces use the base to practice bombing runs and live fire exercises. Shortly after I moved in there was a pretty spectacular lightning storm one night. Big flashes of light followed by rumbling booms. But no rain. When I commented on that the next morning at work, they all laughed at me. Turns out it was a bombing run. I got so used to that after a while that once I moved to Colorado I heard a thunderstom moving in and automatically assumed it was a bombing run!
There were earthquakes, too. At least a couple times a week there would be a little tremor. On really active weeks you'd get something every day. The first time I was in a little earthquake I was at work. I could feel things start to shake just a little and I was confused at first. Then I realized what was happening and I felt a little panicked! "What do we do?" I asked Bill, who sat next to me. "Aren't we supposed to get under a desk or in a doorway or something?" And as I looked at Bill, I saw something odd. All of my co-workers were sitting at their desks holding their coffee mugs in the air. "This is what we do," Bill informed me. "You have to pick up your cup or the vibration of the desk might make your coffee slop over the side." Then the tremor ended, they put down their cups, and work continued. The earthquakes were really pretty much a non-event. We never had anything above a 4 point earthquake while I was there. A 6.7 did hit the week after I moved away, but luckily didn't do much damage.
I have a lot of great memories of my time there. There were spur-of-the-moment trips to Las Vegas and San Diego... just because we were bored. There were all-night movie marathons. There was a great ward there that I really loved (though I was in the Primary presidency there and it was pretty stressful because there were a LOT of kids in that ward). The work was interesting and I had some great co-workers. I had a crappy boss, though (the civilian one, not the military boss - all the military guys I worked with were awesome). And between the crappy boss and the inhospitable climate, I ended up deciding not to renew my contract there and moved to Colorado. I'll always be a fan of the Marine Corps, though, and I'll always remember my adventure there fondly!
Memories of what? you may ask...
Thinking back 15 years or so, I had just finished graduate school and was teaching some classes at BYU. It was actually pretty fun, but it was only a 6-month position, with no guarantees that the contract would be extended at the end of that time. So I started looking for another job. What I found was a job creating online training modules for the U.S. Marine Corps.
I worked at the Marine Corps Air Ground Combat Center (MCAGCC) in Twentynine Palms, California. It's a lovely area... it is classified as having an arid, upland desert climate where temperatures regularly reach 120 degrees in the summer and drop to 15 degrees in winter. And then let's mention the sandstorms - where the dust and sand blow so strong that you can't see 5 feet in front of you, you can't breathe without a face mask, and it can scour the paint of your car. Occasional torrential rainstorms which cause near-instant flooding. The fact that you had to drive over 30 minutes to get to a Wal-mart for any large grocery shopping trips. The fact that there was no movie theater and only a couple of little restaurants in town.
I lived in a fairly spacious two-bedroom apartment with my own backyard. I went into that yard exactly once. In the 5 minutes I spent outside I spotted a scorpion, the tail end of some sort of snake slithering away, and (the final straw) a tarantula (I hate spiders). I ran back inside, closed the door, and never opened it again during my time there! The front yard was just concrete parking pads for the residents, so there was less wildlife. I was always on the lookout for that tarantula, though! (A fun side story on tarantulas... one of my buddies there was a marine and one night they were on manuevers in the desert. He was sleeping on the sand in a mummy bag, and he was completely wrapped up in it - the only thing exposed was his face. He woke up when something tickled his face and realized there was a TARANTULA sitting on his FACE! His arms were pinned in his bag and in his panic, he couldn't get them out. He couldn't open his mouth to yell for one of the other guys to help him because the TARANTULA was on his FACE. He flopped around frantically until the enormous spider fell off. Then discovered that the guys around him were perfectly well aware of his predicament, because they were all sitting around watching him. Apparently they'd watched the spider for quite some time and did nothing to stop it when it decided to crawl onto his FACE.)
One of the interesting things I remember about homes in that area is that there were no grassy yards (we were in the desert after all). Instead, people had sandy yards and they would rake the sand into elaborate patterns. People took great pride in maintaining their perfectly raked sand.
I lived right on the edge of Joshua Tree National Park. There were some beautiful things to see there, though I didn't spend a lot of time hiking in the park (allow me to reiterate... 120 degrees, snakes, scorpions, tarantulas). The joshua trees can only be found in two places... that area of California and Israel. So that was kind of neat. And beautiful, too, in its own way.
So back to the ghillies that started this reminiscing... On my first day at work on the base, the Captain took me for a tour of the base. At one point he stopped the car to show me a large, empty area. There were acres and acres of nothing but scrub brush and joshua trees (much like the picture above). He asked me if I could spot the people... I could not. It looked like it was completely empty. He instructed me to keep looking, but as hard as I tried I could not see anyone in the space. It was not until a man in a ghillie suit stood up and walked over to us that I had any idea there was someone there. It scared me to death, to be honest. It was like the man just appeared from nowhere. Those ghillie suits let the marines look just like a piece of the landscape and they are VERY well disguised. It turned out there were actually a lot of guys out there in ghillie suits and you'd never have known it.
I really loved my job there. I got to learn - and teach - a lot of amazing things. If you need to program your combat radio, drive your Humvee through a flooding wash, check your vehicle for explosives, elude a pursuer in an urban environment, or disarm a landmine, I'm your girl. Those are some the courses I helped put together and oh, it was fun! Even though I was a civilian, I got to practice doing those things so that I'd know how to do it before I wrote the course. It was quite an adventure.
Several branches of the armed forces use the base to practice bombing runs and live fire exercises. Shortly after I moved in there was a pretty spectacular lightning storm one night. Big flashes of light followed by rumbling booms. But no rain. When I commented on that the next morning at work, they all laughed at me. Turns out it was a bombing run. I got so used to that after a while that once I moved to Colorado I heard a thunderstom moving in and automatically assumed it was a bombing run!
There were earthquakes, too. At least a couple times a week there would be a little tremor. On really active weeks you'd get something every day. The first time I was in a little earthquake I was at work. I could feel things start to shake just a little and I was confused at first. Then I realized what was happening and I felt a little panicked! "What do we do?" I asked Bill, who sat next to me. "Aren't we supposed to get under a desk or in a doorway or something?" And as I looked at Bill, I saw something odd. All of my co-workers were sitting at their desks holding their coffee mugs in the air. "This is what we do," Bill informed me. "You have to pick up your cup or the vibration of the desk might make your coffee slop over the side." Then the tremor ended, they put down their cups, and work continued. The earthquakes were really pretty much a non-event. We never had anything above a 4 point earthquake while I was there. A 6.7 did hit the week after I moved away, but luckily didn't do much damage.
I have a lot of great memories of my time there. There were spur-of-the-moment trips to Las Vegas and San Diego... just because we were bored. There were all-night movie marathons. There was a great ward there that I really loved (though I was in the Primary presidency there and it was pretty stressful because there were a LOT of kids in that ward). The work was interesting and I had some great co-workers. I had a crappy boss, though (the civilian one, not the military boss - all the military guys I worked with were awesome). And between the crappy boss and the inhospitable climate, I ended up deciding not to renew my contract there and moved to Colorado. I'll always be a fan of the Marine Corps, though, and I'll always remember my adventure there fondly!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Day at the Museum
Our friend Melissa offered us some free passes to the Denver Museum of Nature and Science, so I decided to be brave and give it a try with all four kids while Aaron was at work on Saturday. (I usually hang out close to home when I have all four on my own; I'm just too much of a wimp to take them all out!) I almost turned back around a went home when I got halfway there and realized that I had forgotten the leash for Brekken. (I know a lot of people hate the idea of a child leash - these are people without a child like Brekken, who has been known to dart out into traffic, disappear into crowds, climb onto high railings and otherwise put himself into danger at a moment's notice. I know, I know... I should just watch him better! But he's fast. And sneaky. And there are three others that I'm watching, too!)
But I decided I could manage and we kept going. And we had a great time! We played with hula hoops, we checked out the section on health and our bodies, then we went to the space section and saw a planetarium show. (First time the boys had seen a planetarium show and they LOVED it. Even Rylen was pretty riveted.) We took a break for lunch in the cafeteria area (peanut butter and jelly from home - I managed to convince them they didn't need the hugely overpriced museum food! Gotta love that.). We had to see the dinosaurs of course. And we checked out the rocks and minerals area (where the kids commented a lot on "Daddy would really like that rock. And that one. And this one over here."). We spent a good long time in the Dscovery Zone - where kids get to do a lot of hands-on experiments and play.
All in all, it was a really great day. Brekken did take off on me a few times, but I did manage to chase him down each time. It would definitely be easier with another set of hands, but I think I could do it again on my own. Maybe this will make me braver about going out with the kids instead of spending every Saturday at home!
But I decided I could manage and we kept going. And we had a great time! We played with hula hoops, we checked out the section on health and our bodies, then we went to the space section and saw a planetarium show. (First time the boys had seen a planetarium show and they LOVED it. Even Rylen was pretty riveted.) We took a break for lunch in the cafeteria area (peanut butter and jelly from home - I managed to convince them they didn't need the hugely overpriced museum food! Gotta love that.). We had to see the dinosaurs of course. And we checked out the rocks and minerals area (where the kids commented a lot on "Daddy would really like that rock. And that one. And this one over here."). We spent a good long time in the Dscovery Zone - where kids get to do a lot of hands-on experiments and play.
All in all, it was a really great day. Brekken did take off on me a few times, but I did manage to chase him down each time. It would definitely be easier with another set of hands, but I think I could do it again on my own. Maybe this will make me braver about going out with the kids instead of spending every Saturday at home!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Quick Funny from Brekken
I was talking with the kids about our plans to go to the museum on Saturday and commented: "Everyone cross your fingers that the snowstorm tomorrow isn't very big so we can still go."
Brekken, very sensibly, replied: "Why? What does crossing your fingers do?"
Good point.
Brekken, very sensibly, replied: "Why? What does crossing your fingers do?"
Good point.
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