Think About It- Think and Count to 100.

The next time someone irratates you, stop, imagine how your life would be without them in it. What holes would be left? Then, realize how blessed you are, count to 100 - or a million, whatever it takes, then let it go.



(can someone tell me how to get this tatooed on my brain?)

Soccer Tournament

The games were well played for the most part. And for my part, I hope to never play this tournament again. I won't go into detail here about all the mess, but if you want a private gripe session, feel free to ask me in person.

Both Middle and Oldest played with their respective teams- both played well, but the best part of the weekend was spending a little time with our good friends who moved away. We had a very enjoyable visit with them in their new house and helped Grandma Nigel find some of her things which had been packed away for quite a while.

I am ready for a breather.

Sewing Camp- Week Two, Final Day

We started our morning with soccer practice for Oldest at 6:30 am. Then hurried to get ready for the last day of sewing camp and finishing the last of our list of projects. We almost made it, but we had to stop working on Youngest's to get far enough along on Middle's so that we would know what we were doing. I had to make a quick run to get a little more fabric because they didn't allow for the interior pockets in the fabric estimates. They are turning out so darn cute! Middle would make my Grandma F proud with her 4-H sewing- Grandma A would be proud too- but more picky about her sewing perfectly- but either way, they would be thrilled that she can sew so well already. My next chore will be to teach her to use a regular pattern and follow the directions she reads.

Youngest's is the purple/larger print on the left, Middle's is the orange/floral on the right-

We also had a super fun Activity Day. We made hand puppets for the girls' babysitting kits. They had a blast. Middle is the only one with very much sewing experience so that was a little interesting, and I was glad that we had a smaller turnout. I am rather happy to report that I am getting a ton of positive feedback on the activities we have been doing lately. The girls are telling their moms they are having fun, they are going home and making or doing what we made or did at Activity Day. This, of course, is the pay you hope for when serving in callings. And, I am kicking myself because I took absolutely no pictures of the past few activities.

It has been a crazy couple of weeks, and it isn't over yet. We have a soccer tournament out of town this weekend and the temps promise to be rather brutal, for us anyway. I am excited though, because we get to go stay with our good friends and former neighbors in their new house. Drat that they moved!

Sewing Camp- Week Two, Day Two

Middle finished her pajama pants- and Youngest worked on her quilt, until she got bored of waiting for me to help her and she decided to make a jewelry bag. Now, we have one day left to completely make at least one of the bags with no formal pattern or instructions. Yippee. We borrowed the pattern that they took and made up, and went fabric shopping at the not very cheep at all but oh so cute quilting and fabric shop here in Small Town. The lady remembered Youngest from the week before and asked about the apron. Unfortunately, we didn't have it with us, so we couldn't show it to her.

The girlie patients both picked out darling fabric and the bags should turn out darling. We also have Activity Day in the afternoon, so it will be a jam-packed day, plus we have to be ready to leave for the weekend's soccer tournament. Middle had soccer practice tonight, which we thought about several times during the day, and then promptly forgot about until the DR called and asked if she was supposed to be down at the field (about 5 after 6:00)- we hustled her over, and it didn't hit me until I was almost there as to why the DR would be at the field. Ha- it was election day and I had totally spaced that off. I sheepishly dropped Middle off, apoplogizing to her coach for being a space cadet, then went to vote, only I didn't have my purse or any ID with me. Luckily, this is Small Town after all and one of the poll workers could vouch for knowing me. So, I voted, then collected Middle when she was done, and called it a day. Oldest has super early practice in the AM- so it is going to be a long day all the way around.

Sewing Camp- Week Two, Day One

Good gravy is it harder to do this with both girlie patients! But, Middle is doing really well. She decided to make pajama pants, capri style, with a contrasting "cuff". After watching our friends work with the same project last week, I already knew how we were going to approach this one. The pattern came from one of those books, so step one, we had to trace the pattern. We measured and determined that we would make XS size, and hope it didn't drown her around the waist :) She got a lot done, so that is good. The pattern instructions were written rather scattered, so I wish I had read them all the way through before beginning, now I know for next time.

Youngest worked on her quilts for her dolls. She is making improvements in her sewing abilities, but she gets easily distracted and then her lines go way off- but she is getting better. I had her bring her ipod, and with her headphones on, she sang softly to herself and stayed much more focused. And, those close to her had music to listen to, whether they liked it, they didn't say.

For FHE, we all went down to help Oldest with Grandma and Grandpa's yard, weeding and mowing, and swatting LOTS OF MOSQUITOES!!!! They are horrible this year! It only took us a little less than two hours to have the yard looking pretty good. There are some major weeding projects we need to tackle in the garden area, but the rest of it is looking much better. I am glad we can help and serve them in this way.

Quick report

Many of you are aware that the town where Outpatient is living was hit by a tornado yesterday- He is fine- I didn't talk to him, the DR did- so all I know is that he is fine and their house is fine- Just FYI-

Sewing camp week two- I will try to get caught up soon-

a visita foi uma experiência maravilhosa

Coach Thiago and Middle

Coach Eduardo and Coach Bruno (half of Lindolfo)



Coach Igor

Coach Bruno and Oldest

Coach Lindolfo and Coach Thiago

Father's Day and World Cup

So, the "Father's Day" part was a little downplayed, but we had a good day. We got up and went to church, which most of the talks went over Lindolfo's head because he wasn't sure what they were talking about and they spoke too fast for him to follow, but he tried to sing the hymns, and seemed very interested in the sacrament. He watched Oldest passing very closely. We sat with the P family so as to help me out with translation issues. He had told us that he is catholic and his father was evangelist. He and I had an interesting talk about perceptions of Americans and Brazilians. Basically, there are good people everywhere, but they seldom make the news :).

The game was a little noisier from them, and Carly and Brittan came over to watch as well. I made an attempt at rice the Brazilian way - and they said it was really good. I also made a new to me black beans recipe, which I thought was just okay, but others thought it was yummy, and the new chicken fajitas recipe. They ate and then finished the last few minutes of the game and headed off to Big City.

Then, the DR and I went to a pot luck/surprise party for a friend who was turning the big 40. We have had a crazy but fun week, and another one is on the horizon with more sewing camp, and a soccer tournament out of town.

Saturday 3V3, Lake, and Other Adventures

Saturday started bright and early with the 3v3. Middle's team didn't show up until just barely before the games were supposed to start- as an on-time n a z i, this drives me crazy.

Middle played the loaded team from her comp team, and lost- which set them up to play again for the championship- which they also lost- but after a few quick goals- Middle's team decided there was no way they were going let them score again- and they didn't let them- It is tough because they are all friends, but there is a little divide in attitudes and it will hurt the team in the long run if something isn't done about it. They finished with their heads up, and smiles on their faces- so, all is good.

Oldest's team didn't do too badly in their first game, but still lost 4-3, again.

Meanwhile, the Team Brazil was missing a player, and recruited the DR to be their defender! I might not have mentioned, but he isn't exactly in shape. After a little while, I sent Oldest in for him, not having any desire to be a widow at my age.

And my mothering skills just got better and better, with Oldest about collapsing on the field during his second game. Poor guy- he had to use his inhaler just before half time, and was playing really well- he had scored two goals and his team was winning 4-1. Shortly after halftime, he started to lose it, and we had to pause the game because he was lightheaded, and shaking really badly, and after someone replaced him for the last few minutes, they lost 5-4. He gave us a bit of a scare, but recovered pretty quickly.

Team Brazil played their toughest game after that- with a couple of friends of Outpatients, the sister of one, and the sister of Middle's friend and teammate, plus another guy. Cody, Kaden, Aleece, and Carly played really hard, and well (they ended up wining the 3v3). Cody broke his hand at somepoint during the game, but just kept playing. Outpatient and Cody played soccer together for years, and hockey for a few years as well, so it was fun to watch, but it made me miss my boy, and I knew how much he would have loved playing with them too.

After that, I got the patients home and fed. After a few hours, the DR took them and Lindolfoo, Eduardo, and Bruno to the lake for several hours. I kept trying to call them so I knew who I was feeding and when, plus Middle was supposed to babysit at 7- they were not home until about then- nice. Good thing she was babysitting for the P family, and they came over here early so they could visit with the brazilians again.

There was an EQ BBQ, so we took Lindolfo and Bruno with us after Eduardo left for his hosts' house. It was a nice visit for them with the P's and after we took Bruno to his hosts' house, the DR let Lindolfo drive. Very funny experience. Here in the states, we take for granted the many luxuries we have in our cars. Lindolfo had not driven an automatic before, nor had he ever had an electronic button to adjust his seat. We talked about how expensive it is to have a car in Brazil, and the crazy driving, especially the motorcycles.

Then, we "met" Juliana, his girlfriend, via skype. And her very pretty sister, Gabriela. Who is Outpatient's age, so of course the DR launched into matchmaker mode.

It was a long and exhausting day, and Lindolfo said he would like to go with us to church in the morning. That should be interesting. Then all the remaining coaches are coming here to watch the World Cup before they have to head out to the Big City for another camp.

Just for Outpatient

Oldest playing for Team Brazil

The DR !!!!!! playing for Team Brazil

Carly playing against Igor- Team Brazil


Cody playing against Lindolfo- Team Brazil


so sad you missed it :(

Camp Week One- Day Five and 3V3

Well, today was just another perfect example of how life gets way too crazy around here :). Camp went well, and the evaluations seemed to be just as sincere as I had hoped they would be so that the patients would really know what they needed to work on. Oldest was obviously exhausted, so I thought it was a good thing he hadn't wanted to sign up for the 3V3. Ha.

We hurried home and fed Middle, got her stuff and water, then headed off to the tournament, while the DR would bring the other patients in time for the game. Well, I was about 2 blocks away from home when I got a call that one of the teams only had one player showing up and could Oldest please come play. So, I turned around to go get him and his stuff. He wasn't too happy about it, but I tried to get him to look at it in the most positive light.

Games began and as it turned out, Oldest and Middle played the exact same time schedule so the DR and I were running back and forth between fields. Oh, I forgot one piece of drama, we had left without cleats for Oldest. Luckily the DR had just barely left so he turned around and grabbed them, getting to the field with no time to spare. Oldest's team- using that term very loosely- did okay at first, with him getting a goal early on, but they ended up losing 4-3. Middle and her team won 1-0. She had two girls from the B team on her team and two from the A team with her.

We watched the Brazilians play 3 on 5 against a girls' team. They obviously didn't go all out against them, but seemed to have a really good time.

Then Oldest was playing his second game, and it wasn't too far into the game when he needed his inhaler and it hit me like a ton of bricks that he was still trying to recover from pneumonia and I had completely spaced it off. First I let him get fried by the sun at the camp, then talk him into playing the 3v3- sign me up for Mother of the Year Award right now. They lost that game, pretty bad- but that was the most loaded team. Oldest played okay, especially considering his health. Middle's team won their game 6-1. The Brazilians had another game later, but the patients were so beyond done, so I took them and we went out to eat and home to sleep since they had games scheduled at 8:00 am.

It was a crazy day :)

Camp Week One - Day Four

Thursday, the soccer camp moved to a new location for the day so that the other fields could be mowed and made ready for the 3V3 (more on that later). I had intended on spending a lot of time down there, observing, making notes, and taking pictures. But, I had to get up really early again for an early store trip, and the past three days of sewing with Youngest had taken a toll on the house and my energy, so I didn't get down until later, just in time to take a few pictures.

Middle then went immediately over to her friend's house so her 3V3 team could make team shirts.

For dinner, we had the typical American quick BBQ of hot dogs and burgers (although I did make the burgers). Lindolfo's favorite condiment? Potato Chips. On his hot dog. He also really liked the relish. It was a less crazy day, but since it has been totally crazy and will be again, it felt good to sit a little. I went to pick up Middle, and helped a few of the girls then noticed that Middle, who had been told to change out of her soccer clothes but chose not to, had green and purple fabric paint all over her jersey and shorts!!!! AUGH! So I hustled her out of there, we ran home, and between spray and wash, and rubbing alcohol and plenty of elbow greese, I managed to get most of it out. Geesh that girl.

We stayed up very late with Lindolfo, trying to help him with his english for his evaluations. First, I was really impressed that he knew the players so well and I was happy that he tried really hard to be honest yet very positive. I hope my patients get evaluations with that much thought into them. We finally did have to leave him on his own, as the DR and I were pretty much just taking up floor space and needing tooth picks for our eyelids.

Friday is the last day of camp, but the beginning of the 3V3, which Middle is scheduled to play her first game at 5:30 and the camp goes until 4:00. Will be crazy for sure!

Camp Week-Times Two- Day Three

Middle in the white with red shorts-

Today was more than a little warm :) I started my day with a 6:00 am trip to the store for sunscreen of the super blocking variety. The Oldest, Middle, and Lindolfo are all rather pinkish. We had breakfast, made lunches and -surprise! Thiago wasn't late today :) We also ran a quick errand to buy lip stuff with better sunscreen for them.

Oldest's legs after three days- look at those white feet!

Youngest and I went to sewing camp, and we finished her apron- well- except for the decorative button. I still need to help her sew it on, but the apron turned out adorable. We also started a couple of quilts for her dolls, Alex and Kaya. Sewing Camp is over for this week. For some reason, they are only doing it for three days a week instead of 5 this year.

Middle had her singing lesson, and all the host families got together for a pot luck dinner. I took baked beans at the DR's request. At first, not a single Brazilian took any, but in the end, all all had them except Lindolfo- he isn't "Americanized" yet :).. When I was cleaning out the pan at the end of the night, Oldest about freaked thinking I had wasted beans- but there wasn't hardly a drop left- and I made a batch and a half!

Oldest went to Mutual, Lindolfo stayed to play games with the other coaches, and the DR went to his meetings. I had needed to run to the store for a few necessities, but the DR didn't get home until well after 11:00!!! So- I guess another early morning trip to the store.

Camp Week-Times Two- Day Two- Tuesday

Another bright and early morning- geesh I need some room darkening curtains in my room. 5:00 am is just way too early to be so very bright.

Anyway- I made breakfast, we packed lunches, applied copious amounts of sunscreen (a day later that we should have- ouch and sorry Oldest). Lindolfo took advantage of our free calls to Brazil to call his mom and sing happy birthday to her. (That song is universal for the most part). Then, Thiago was supposed to pick Lindolfo up at 8:30. He didn't come, didn't come. Call to the host family- he had left almost 20 minutes earlier. So, we loaded up the car and headed, knowing we were going to be late and we needed to pick up the other coach, Bruno, because his hosts had left already. As we were pulling out of the neighborhood, here came Thiago, so he followed us and we made it just about 6 minutes late. This adventure threw off Youngest and my schedule- but it was all good.

Youngest and I went to pick up the few remaining items we needed to sew her apron. I had promised the Brazilians that I would DVR the Brazil-North Korea game, so I made a quick stop at the store to clean them out of Guarana. Every last can and bottle. Then we headed to sewing camp. We had most of the apron put together, then I had to run home during the lunch break to make sure the DVR started correctly, and I was hurrying to do a little housework while I waited to be able to make sure. Then, I headed back to the high school to help Youngest, but she had a little problem and was ready to come home for the day. Helped me out because then I had a couple of hours I hadn't been planning on to clean the family room and gather a few snacks for the game. Only four of the coaches were able to come over because one of the host families (Igor's) hadn't been aware of the plan made on Sunday, and had scheduled something else.

I was a bit worried, because Brazilians are proud and loud soccer/football fans. But, they were either really being careful, or they have nothing on the Cougar Fans that hang out in my family room during American Football games. Lindolfo did come up at one point and said- "Brazil play very, very bad." Finally a cheer at about the 51 minute mark. Meanwhile, we had a potluck dinner to go to, so I made cookies and we had a lot of pasta salad left over from the night before. The girls and I headed while Oldest and the DR finished watching the game. A couple of them )Eduardo and Lindolfo) came over to the pot luck for dinner. I forgot to find out what they thought about that. They downed four (2 liter) bottles of Guarana, and if the Dr had realized there was still more in the cooler, they might have finished that off as well.

So- messy kitchen, yummy cookies, and still an apron to finish.

Camp Week-Times Two- Day One

Monday morning came a bit early- woke up about 5:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. Gave in and started moving about 6:15, then woke everyone else up at by 7:00. Breakfast in Brazil apparently consists of cheeses, breads, and meats. You know, sandwiches. So, I had German pancakes and buttermilk syrup going, and Middle was helping me get lunches packed, and Lindolfo made himself a sandwich for breakfast :). He did try the German pancakes and likes the buttermilk syrup. Packed lunches and they all headed out the door to soccer camp, while Youngest and I headed to Sewing Camp.

It was a different experience to have just her there. She picked making a bookmark out of Aida cloth and decorative stitches for her first project. It drove me a little batty- BUT- it was a great project for learning how to thread the machine and bobbin- because, by the time we were done, she had changed thread colors 6 times. She was very pleased with her bookmark. Then, she had picked out a certain bag, but they don't have a pattern for that yet, so she moved right along to the strawberry pocket apron. Small problem, there is no pattern for that at all- just a picture and a basic materials list. Lucky me. So, I get to figure out how to make this little baby all by myself.

At lunch, I went home to let poor Miss Sophie out- she is sooo deprived having to stay home all alone during the day. I also got dinner started then headed back to sewing camp. For dinner, Outpatient's good friend and former companion came to join us for dinner (ribs,chicken, salads, and Guarana), and Lindolfo, Jason, the DR, and I sat around visiting with Jason and Lindolfo switching back and forth between Portuguese and English. Then Lindolfo went with Jason to watch some World Cup action and play cards with a group of friends. He seemed to have enjoyed himself. Later night for the kids than they needed, but seemed to be a good day all around.

On a side note- since it was flag day, it was pretty cool to them to see flags flying all over the town. How do you explain flag day? I said it was kind of "happy birthday" to the flag-

Oi- Tudo Bom?

So, Sunday night, we had been invited over to a family in our ward for dinner. She is from Brazil and was making us a Brazilian dinner. Very appropriate considering our impending house guest. We had to leave to pick him up at 6:00 so we decided to do dessert at our house after we returned. When we got to the meeting place, we were asked if we speak Spanish. Um- no. There was one coach who speaks very little English, and we decided we were as good an option as anyone else- better, in fact, since we at least know several people who speak Portuguese. We brought home Lindolfo. He had been in the US of A a whole 10 days! :) He actually speaks quite well considering. Anyway, within a few minutes of having him at the house, we had him on the phone with Outpatient. He looked at me rather strangely when I handed him the phone, until I told him that Outpatient speaks fluently. Lindolfo had fun talking to Outpatient, and then our friends came over for dessert, bringing feijoada. So, within just a few minutes, of being here, he was able to talk in Portuguese and eat Brazilian food. Good deal for him.

It is going to be an awesome experience. He is so nice and very outgoing. He teaches physical education in Brasil, and has a lot of coaching experience. We had a very good conversation with him about soccer/football in Brasil and the United States.

Up for Adventure

In just a few hours I will prove just how much influence my dear hubby has had on the most basic level of my personality traits.

We are playing host for this entire week to a soccer coach from Brazil who is coming to do a camp here. I am a bit nervous now that I am committed (maybe I really should be committed lol!) Ironically, as I am typing this, the song playing on my computer is in Portuguese ( I only know how to say a greeting and shut up and I don't think I want to use that).

I am pretty sure that 20 something years ago, I would have never in a million years envisioned myself playing hostess to a complete stranger. For a whole week. I have had a young man come live with us for a summer, but my father in law was his priesthood leader, and the DR had at least met him. Then, we have played host to our Canadian friends- who were total strangers to me at first. I also had a guy stay with us for a couple of weeks who had served with the DR in Washington while he did some work for the DR- and he was quite a weird duck. This is sooo far out of my old comfort zone, you have no idea. My biggest trepidation is that there will be hours when the DR is not available to buffer, and the whole different values issues- eek. I am sure it will be fine, but I should have not sat down long enough to really start to think about it. Besides, after tonight, he won't be a stranger any more, will he? And, as I was talking to Oldest about this opportunity as a missionary experience as well, he said wouldn't it be weird if Oldest was called to serve in Brazil and taught him? Not too far fetched in the Lord's way of doing things, but, for now, we will just do our best to make him feel welcome and comfortable.

Dear DR...

I am not sure how I feel about this influence you have had on my character. I guess it should be a good thing, but right this minute, I am not all that sure.

Love you anyways,

Love,
Me

Good Food Friday- Something Tried- Recipe Gained Edition

Today's Offering is a totally new to me recipe that was born out of the desire to not turn on the oven. I had planned on making enchiladas, but our AC has been misbehaving, so I tried to think of what I could make using many of the same ingredients and what I had at home- since it happened to be on Sunday. I did a search for fajitas, and found one from Miss Paula Deen which seemed very promising- 5 star rating, and 90 reviews. After reading many of the reviews- I made a modification or two, and off I went. Delish- and rather adaptable. Easy as well.




Ingredients based from Paula Deen:

2 TB canola oil
3 TB lemon juice
1 TB Lime Juice
2 garlic cloves, minced
1 1/2 teaspoon ground cumin
1 teaspoon garlic powder
1 teaspoon onion powder
Dash hot sauce ( I gave three shakes of Cholula Hot Sauce- Chili Lime flavor)
1/2 tsp Kosher Salt
Freshly ground black pepper

Mix together and place in a strong large baggie (freezer- gallon sized)
Then add and make sure they are well coated:

4 or 5 Thawed pre-frozen Chicken Breasts (can use 1 1/2 pound of shrimp or steak) . The original recipe said to marinate for a much shorter time, but most reviews said longer- I marinated ours for 3 hours.


2 medium onion, halved and sliced lengthwise
2 green bell pepper, sliced ( or you can use 1 green and 1 red bell pepper, sliced)

flour tortillas (We use Raw Tortillas that we cook fresh- if you haven't tried them- you really -really should.)

1 lime, juiced, for topping
Sour cream, for topping
Salsa, for topping
Guacamole, for topping
cheese, shredded, for topping


Heat the outside grill or a large indoor grill pan to medium-high heat. Remove the meat from the marinade and place it on the hot grill, discard the marinade. Cook chicken until cooked through, about 5 minutes per side, skirt steak about 3 minutes per side for medium-rare and about 2 minutes for shrimp. Slice the chicken and steak into strips if you are using.

In a large skillet heat up the remaining 2 tablespoons vegetable oil and fry the onions and bell peppers until crisp-tender with some salt and pepper.

Serve hot- and if you are cool enough to have the little cast iron servers- check here for the full instructions- and original recipe.

http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/gold-medal-sizzling-fajitas-recipe/index.html

Think About It-Mothering

I have given a lot of thought to the subject. I have now been directly engaged in the activity for nearly 22 years, and less directly for many more. I have a wonderful, creative mother. I had two interesting, strong grandmothers who I had much more opportunity to spend time with than any of my younger siblings. I have been mothered in the very best sense by several wonderful women in my life who were not even related to me. I have felt and still feel their influence in my days.

There is the saying that it takes a village to raise a child. In the early times, it was quite literally family, because (as even still happens a lot here in Small Town) children were raised, married, and then settled down in the same town, with grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins as far as the eye could see. The family surrounded and cared for the children of each other. I didn't have that experience personally, but what I had was neighbors who had no problem telling my parents when I messed up. I had Aunts who decided I had to follow their families rules at Thanksgiving Dinner (how rude :) ) I had Young Women leaders who opened their hearts, introduced me to their cute, dateable brothers ;) (matchmaker matchmaker), and one in particular who to this day tells me how much she loves me when I get the chance to see her. I had several teachers who made me feel like they really cared who I was among the 30 or so students in my class. Who can help but be mothered under such conditions.

If you haven't read Sam's comments on the prior post- this part may not make sense to you.

Matriarch is an excellent example of what my mother in law is feeling- the place where you are sought out, and share your ideas and experiences without being overbearing. It is a term which to me calls up feelings of respect and honor born of living the life and bearing the weight with dignity. When a child disrespects that position, I feel that, in a sense, he or she is disrespecting Heavenly Father's wisdom. Of course, we don't all live as worthily as we should, but most of us try really hard to do right by our children. There is no one who cares more for their emotional, physical, and spiritual welfare. No one.

When a small child comes to you to heal an owie- that is usually fixed with a bandaid and a kiss. When your growing child comes to you with a hurt ego- that can sometimes be easily fixed too. When your adult child comes to you with a broken heart and dashed dreams, it is a whole lot harder. There is no bandaid, and hopefully they will let you hug them while they heal.

Mothering (not smothering) an adult is a little trickier I am finding. It is walking a very skinny tightrope. I am trying to be the friend and hope to still fulfill my God given responsibilities to teach and direct my family- no matter their ages- but at the level or position I should be. Outpatient and I have have some good talks, some frustrating moments as we try to navigate these new waters.

The discussion I had with my mother in law, went around and around, but the main thing was that there is no hard and fast rule- except one. Do not cross the line.

What line? Well, that is the tricky part. It is different for every person and for every situation. We have to be very prayerful and in tune to see the line and realize that it moves. (Sort of like the staircases at Hogwarts ha ha). One day, the line is right there, and the next day, it is not.

This isn't quite where I wanted it to be- but I can't make my mind and heart figure it out concisely- thanks for being patient-

Question- (edited)

My Mother in Law has to teach a lesson on the roll of mothers in the home. Since she is teaching this to women who are currently serving missions- they don't have children in the home any more.

What she would like to know from others is what you think a mother's roll is or should be in the lives of adult children, and also as grandparents to grandchildren.

My thought that I shared with her when she said that she has never felt it was her place to discipline the grandkids, is that it is different in pretty much every situation. My own mother has to parent some of her grandchildren all the time, because they live with her, but I can't think of a time where she has disciplined my kids- ever- if I or the DR was anywhere around. (She is too busy being a awesome grandma)

So what are your thoughts on this?

I am obviously in the thick of parenting my younger patients, but I have one who has grown up and flown the nest- that does not make me any less his parent, but the rights and responsibilities have changed and evolved. I still have the right to worry. And I also have the responsibility to provide emotional support and love. Until- well- eternity I guess. :)



EDITED TO SHARE:

I read this blog post- (sorry- the link doesn't want to cooperate today)and was very touched as it echos many thoughts, feelings, and impressions that I have had about people in my patients' lives- who fill those places I can not.

http://compulsivewriter.com/?p=2866

Random Thankfullness

Many times over the last many months, I think of the song by Garth Brooks- about unanswered prayers. Amen.

Friday Funny

I was shopping this afternoon, and a young boy- maybe 5ish- was walking backwards and ran right into my cart. His dad told him to watch where he was going- to which he responded, "I can't, I am walking backwards". Well, duh.

Good Food Friday- German Pancakes edition

Busy Busy Busy- that is what we are. Well- between our own home front and taking care of the in-laws' yard, and the other usual cast of characters (soccer, playing with friends, etc.).

Outpatient called with a recipe request for his retreat that he was going on- most people have this in one form or another, so this is more for his access than anything else.

This is what several of my patients request for their birthday breakfast- and we discovered its over the top loveliness with this syrup.

http://headnursecooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/buttermilk-syrup.html


German Pancakes:

For 8x8 pan:

3 TB butter
- place in baking dish and put dish in oven while it preheats.

3 Eggs
1/2 C Milk
1/2 C flour
1/2 tsp salt

Beat eggs. Add remaining ingredients and blend well. Remove preheated pan from oven and pour batter into pan with the melted butter. DO NOT STIR. Return pan to oven and bake for 15 to 20 minutes at 400 degrees until puffy and lightly golden brown (the puffy will fall somewhat after it leaves the oven. Serves 4

Serve with maple syrup, the fabulous buttermilk syrup, fresh fruit, powdered sugar, whatever pancake topping floats your boat, but you shouldn't need any additional butter on them :)

For a 9x13 pan- double the recipe, and bake for 20-25 minutes- it will serve 6-8 (depending on how big of eaters you have).

Weekend Wrap up- and Revelation

I know it seems a bit late for a weekend update, but other things took precedence.

This past weekend was slow, peaceful, and pretty much filled with just our family. This last part is remarkable because we seldom have just family time. The DR usually rounds up a few victims to feed or be fed by.

The DR didn't get home from our nephew's graduation festivities until late Saturday night. The patients and I did household chores, I mowed the lawn, and Middle went and spent the afternoon and evening with her friend at one of the nearby reservoirs. One of the DR's siblings and family were out for the day, so Oldest, youngest and I went to dinner with them.

Sunday was church, where I was asked to say the closing prayer. However, it was Oldest's first time out of the house in over a week, and you could see him visibly wilting. So, you should have seen me trying to communicate with the DR on the stand to tell him I needed to take Oldest home, but I was supposed to say the prayer. :) It was, I am sure, entertaining to anyone who happened to witness it. Anyway, I hurried him home and hustled back, and thought I was in time but just as I pulled open the door, I heard lots of motion inside. They had finished early- so I missed it by a few minutes. The rest of the day was pretty calm. Our hometeacher came, we grilled burgers and ate outside. The whole family jumped rope together. LOL! I was in a skirt still and it has been a LOOOONG time since I did that. And, youngest finally learned to ride a bike. yes- she is nine. yes- she has made many attempts over the past several years, but Sunday was the day, and within about 5 minutes, she was off and going. Those last two may not seem too sabbath day activities to you, but they felt like it to us.

Monday, we had a very productive day. We cleaned out and organized the snowmobile trailer, and all the bins pertaining to it. We also cleaned the house, the big shed, and the carport. I talked to my mom, mostly about my cousin's wedding that she attended the day before. I commented to the DR that it felt like most Sundays must feel like to people who don't keep the sabbath day- yard or house chores, and then work the next day. As busy as Sundays can be, they are still a buffer from the regular day to day grind. It is a change of focus.

And, I made the discovery recently, that I actually feel really good about life for the first time in about 6 years. I had mentioned to a friend who asked me about my depression that I wasn't sure I had been completely out for a while. Just going through many peaks and valleys. I was right. I am looking around my world like one coming out of a slight haze- or like I am finally coming all the way up for air instead of just sticking my mouth out. I felt it in full measure this weekend. I hope it lasts.

Grandpa F.

Grandpa F died June 1, at the age of 94 while on his knees saying his morning prayers. I had just graduated from high school a few days prior.

Grandpa F is my mother's dad. He was in his 50's when she and her sister were born, the children of his second marriage. His first wife had been killed in a car accident. He had three grown daughters already.

Grandpa and Aggie (wife #1) had been unable to have children, and like Joseph and Emma Smith, a man who's wife had died, gave his two daughters (Marie and Katherine) to Grandpa and Aggie. Then, they were able to have a third child (Della 'June'), who was mentally handicapped. The daughters were all nearly the same age as my grandma, because she was 19 years younger than my grandpa.

Grandpa's father came over from England. He was a coal miner in Wyoming, and he, along with several other family members were killed in a mining accident when my grandpa was still very young. Grandpa was the only surviving child of his mother Hester and his father John. His mother remarried, and he had several half-siblings eventually. Grandpa was baptised a member of the L D S church in his teens.

Grandpa was very involved in scouting, and was awarded the silver beaver. He loved the outdoors. He served for many years as a stake president. I have copies of my dad's parents' first recommends with their signatures and my grandpa F's. He served as a State Senator. He was also the State Mine Inspector at different times. He owned a gas station.

Grandpa's two families were a source of contention- much of which I was unaware of until I was older. Grandpa would take my sister and me to visit my Aunt Marie, her husband, Gordon, and Aunt June -who lived with them, when we went to stay in the summer. I knew my grandma didn't like it, but I never knew why until I was grown up. I loved my aunts. You might wonder about Aunt Katherine. Well, I never did because I didn't know she existed until I was 16. My mom asked me one day- completely out of the blue- if she had ever told me about her sister Katherine. No, no she most certainly hadn't. This isn't about her- so I will only say that she had died before I was born, she committed suicide- and was never mentioned by any one.

My grandpa loved me. I knew it. I felt it. This may not seem remarkable to you, except that he was the only grandparent that I felt that from. He had always wanted sons to play sports (he liked baseball), hunt, fish, and camp with. He took me shooting ( I was pretty good), camping, fishing ( although I wouldn't do that too much). He drove me to visit my cousins (which,the older I got, the slower he drove lol).

I stopped visiting my grandparents every summer when I was 13. Life grew busy. Grandpa suffered a heart attack when my mom was in the hospital after having my baby sister. He was 92. His health went downhill quickly after that.

Grandpa would always hold family home evening with us if we were visiting him, or he was visiting us. He always had family prayer. After the family prayer, we would all say the Lord's Prayer in unison. He exuded love and acceptance to me.

Some funny, odd memories I have are of him falling asleep in his green chair and his dentures falling down. He had a "library" corner in his basement, with a big tall chair and shoeshine stuff. I wish I had some of his books now. He taught me to drink Ovaltine. He would buy me a new toothbrush when I came to visit. He had this machine called "Charlie" that he ran for the state which- if I remember correctly- tested the air quality.

If there was one person in my life that I wish the DR had met, it would be Grandpa F. They would have been great friends, I know it. When Oldest was two, I was making him some ovaltine and mentioned to him that my grandpa used to make me ovaltine. He very matter-of-factually informed me that he knew; he had "left him up there waiting". My jaw dropped at that revelation. I only had one grandpa in heaven at that time- and I hadn't been specific. I asked him if my grandpa had sent him to me. He said yes, nodded, grabbed his drink, and walked away. This doesn't surprise me, really. Oldest and Grandpa would also be best friends while hunting and fishing together. We both feel that Grandpa is Oldest's guardian angel.

Grandpa- I still miss you after all these years. I love you and look forward to spending eternity with you and my family. And I am sorry for being such a "teenager" those last few years before you died, especially for missing that last family trip up to visit.

*I am working on trying to get some photos in digital form but the disc my brother gave me years ago, doesn't like my computer for some reason-

June Birthdays-Anniversarys

Hope you have a wonderful day on your special day!

Hailey

Jeff and Chelsi

Ty (times two) M, S

Rachel

Tye

Kay

Baby Veronica
Shian

Ashley G.

McKenna
Jake and Lindsey