My Ava turns 8 Sept 11, 09



You can imagine how hard it was to not throw her birthday on the back burner with it being the same day as my Stone Soup activity, especially since it was her big EIGHTH. I did have to put the kibosh on a friend party though. There was just no way. I sweet-talked her into agreeing to celebrate on the following day (Saturday) in any way she chose. 
Birthday's are hard on the younger ones aren't they?

It wasn't long till the babes took over Ava's new purple bean bag. Mallerie got one in June.
Clean up had gone pretty smoothly after the activity other than I was stuck with the produce no one wanted. I was stuck with gobs of Swiss chard. I had chard coming out of my chard I guess you could say. I never did use it. I don’t know what it is and I didn’t want to find out. After the activity though we came home to enjoy birthday cake and more gift opening. She also wanted to do sparklers in the backyard. It was a gorgeous night and we all enjoyed it. After which, she requested we watch her new birthday movie downstairs: Hannah Montana. It was nice to sit down! I brought a sleeping Callie downstairs with me and rocked her. Matt said, “She was asleep in her bed!” But oh, I just wanted to HOLD her. I felt like I had neglected her and she felt so cuddly in my arms. I love to hold a sleeping baby.




Katrina's attempt at love

Saturday we all headed to Kamas pool minus Katrina who really isn’t in to swimming right now. Since it was Ava’s day I did whatever she wanted, “Mom, go down the waterslide!” I went down the waterslide. “Mom, go off the high dive!” I went off the high dive. It was a lot more painful than I thought it would be. That water really slaps your thighs. Plus even though I was plugging my nose the force of the water went up it anyway. I was sure the second time I could improve my posture and hold on my nose to make it more enjoyable. More pain. Even the low dive left my head spinning. For adventure I stuck to the lazy river or the waterslide. Grayson wouldn’t give the waterslide a try but Graham was eager to go with anyone who would allow him to. He even got away and went down by himself! I knew he had gone up the stairs and thought he would catch up with Matt and the kids but when they came down without him I let them know Graham was still up at the top. Before we knew what was happening Graham came spitting out the bottom of the slide. I was standing right there so I brought him above water. Underneath his dripping hair and lashes was the biggest grin, “I did it! I go big slide!” That was all the motivation Grayson needed, “I’m going to do it.” He did and loved it. It was a happy day for Ava and everyone.

9/09 Grayson says...

Grayson came in from school with huge red smears on his sleeve apparently from a run in with a crabapple tree. I guess at one point during the day he even wanted to call me to bring him a new shirt but his teacher said no. He told me, “So I said [in my head] ‘how would you feel if you had red smeared all over your sleeve?’ Then in answer to his own question, “Embarrassed!”

President Obama addressed all the school children across the nation. While my kids watched at school I tool part via the Internet. I followed closely and was impressed that Grayson did as well when he recounted accurately, “He told us that when you quit on school, you’re quitting on your country.”

STONE SOUP!!!

Back in the spring I came across an article in Better Homes and Gardens that had the words Stone Soup. I knew immediately that this was what I wanted my next ward activity to revolve around. I didn't know what we would do or what it even meant, but one thing was certain: the next activity would be entitled STONE SOUP.

In May I put a teaser in the ward Newsletter: Coming in September...Stone Soup! I cut each letter out separately from the newspaper and even found and onion or two to substitute for the o’s. Someone stopped me at church, “So what is STONE SOUP?” To which I replied, “You’ll have to come and see…” When in actuality I had no idea myself. As the weeks ticked on I was getting a little nervous that an idea hadn’t come to me. Then one June morning I woke up very early with the entire activity running though my head. I lay there for a while before jumping up and hurrying to the computer and my notebook to record it. Matt came out, “Why are you up so early?” I related to him my ideas and he said it sounded great and fun and all of that.
My next teaser in the July ward Newsletter was fashioned the same way with cut out letters: Stone Soup and Garden Share.
The task that lay ahead of me in August was a bit daunting. I had decided to film as many ward members as possible telling part of the story of Stone Soup. After all, that is exactly what Stone Soup is isn’t it? Everyone working together to complete something? Combining a couple versions of the story I wrote it out into speaking parts and with camcorder in tow was off to film the first household. I had quite the pit in my stomach on the way there. Not because I was changing my mind. I knew exactly how I wanted this to turn out. Not because it was going to be a lot of work. Hard work doesn’t scare me. It was because once I started, there would be no turning back, and well…I was stepping out of my comfort zone! It took several weeks trying to catch as many families home as possible. That had me filming right up until the deadline Media Link said they would need to edit it. I was there four hours with the editor putting music to it as well as a beginning and ending. As I watched it I got a little choked up because I had so enjoyed going into people’s homes and having the one-on-one time with them. Also I was able to personally invite everyone to the activity! It was a long four hours for Graham and Callie and I found myself looking at the door every so often hoping Matt would show up to rescue me. Then again, if the kids weren’t there it would have just been me and James and that could have been a little awkward. My sleeping, stinky boy on the couch and the teething tot in my arms seemed very appropriate.

I utilized the youth to pass around my last flyer, which I attached to a brown grocery sack. This was to carry extra produce from the garden to share at our Farmer’s Market table. I had advertised this as a dinner but as the ward arrived there were no tables set up. Instead the gym looked like a theatre with the movie screen set up and rows of chairs with dim lights. The RS pres told me later that her husbands comment as he walked in the gym were, “I’m starving, where the @#$% are the tables.”

I think the ward enjoyed watching themselves as much as I did tell the story of a starving soldier who enters a poor village during a time of poverty and war. He starts boiling water in his big pot over a crackling fire, which gets the towns attention and they want to know what he is cooking. “Stone Soup! But how much better it would be if I had an onion or two.” Slowly the town’s people donate what they have and it is a meal fit to feed a king and the town.

At the end of the video I said I wanted to take a minute to thank my committee and have them stand up. No one stood up. So then I said, "Everyone stand up! You are all my committee tonight. We are like the villagers who all need to work together. There are some needs in our village too. Brother Springer needs help moving furniture out, the Coleman’s need yard work done, the nursery needs toys cleaned, and we have a dinner to prepare and a cultural hall to set up!” I let people decide which activity they wanted to participate in and was impressed at well they all divvied themselves up. The kids washed toys and the youth got butter dishes and water out and the lemonade mixed. Sisters went right to the kitchen to prepare the stone soup. I had Day’s Market brown and season the meat for me and make the gravy soup base, which was already on the stove. Everyone had brought vegetables from their garden (or the store!) already steamed and ready to be added to the soup. We had a wide variety and both pots were full of delicious soup. Days also provided the rolls but it was the ward members who shared their sweet breads for dessert. I couldn’t believe that the work at the church was getting done just as the others arrived back from their service and we could eat. I loved the feeling there. Everyone was relaxed and visiting from working along side each other and many mixed up where they sat to eat. A brother remarked to me, “This is how it used to be in the old days, we all worked together.” –Mark Sullivan

The soup really did taste amazing and there was plenty for bowl after bowl. People even filled their containers on their way out with more soup. During dinner I had the ward choir come up and sing an impromptu verse of “Have I Done Any Good?” Has anyone’s burden been lighter today because I was willing to share? Have the sick and the weary been helped on their way? When they needed my help was I there?

YEAH FOR STONE SOUP!

Time to set up Katrina and her freind Brooke got the tables covered in no time.
Sasha with little Callie who I didn't have to tend to the entire night.
Working together to get the dinner prepared.
Yes Heber is proud to be home of the Wasps.

That's what I'm talkin bout.
The kids were not miserable at all doing service.
I didn't get the camera sent over in time to get pictures of the yard work being done
but it was reported to me, "We did get a picture of the ladder."
This is Karen's home. She is the sister I visit taught who passed away from pancreatic cancer. Her family is getting ready to sell her home and needed the heavy moved out.

Meanwhile, back at the church...
All together now, "I see freinds shaking hands, saying how do you do, they're really saying I love you."
Several kids had disposable cameras and went around taking pictures for me or in this case, of me.
Little Ava being a good sport and celebrating her birthday at the ward activity.
Matt: "Yeah, I was there, I saw the win in Texas!!!!"

We played the DVD again during dinner. Thanks to Matt who was my tech guy.
Bishop Adams enjoying the spoils. Sadly, he was released the following Sunday.
I told him this was his goodbye party.

We also wrote to the missionaries.

Clean up went just as smoothly as set up.
The most memorable person I got on the video was Cliff Frisbee who is celebrating his 104th birthday!
 He was appropriately at...

...the end.

Labor Day Weekend: A Labor of Love

It was time to return the favor to the Geertsen’s for all the times they have watched our kids when Matt and I have gone away. Most recently they had the boys for our Vegas Vacation. Besides, a get-away celebration for the ten-year anniversary is MUST in my book. Here’s why: you are most likely in the throws of raising young kids and you are still young enough to have fun!

Matt flew the coop that weekend to Texas so we had the house to ourselves to basically let go and eat pancakes round the clock. I could have used his extra pair of arms at church perhaps when I had all ten kids, two of which cannot walk. A small brawl broke out during Sacrament meeting and one of the bishopric members and I just looked at each other like, “What was I thinking?” We had a good time though and I took them home on Sunday where my parents stayed the last night with them. Matt came home later that night and with the house picked up; well he had missed the whole thing.

He emailed a photo before the game started of the amazing billion dollar staduim. This was the first football game to be played in it. He and Darren arrived early enough to have to wait for the building to open, then toured it, watched the game, stayed and hugged strangers, and were one of the last to leave.


The guy was on CLOUD NINE!
He had just returned from the now infamous BUY/Oklahoma game where BYU had shocked everybody with the “W”. His enthusiasm reached through in his simple email, “BYU WON!!!”

Somehow I wanted to share in his excitement so I had our BYU flag draped on the bed with the sports sections of the newspaper laid out. He of course had already devoured every newspaper between here and Texas and was up to speed on all post game commentary. He even saw Max Hall eating a sandwich at the airport and then again on the plane.

He seems to be a magnet for running into BYU players. This summer he was at Dairy Keen with the boys when Jon Beck came and sat next to him. Matt specified, “He came and sat by me.” They chatted it up but unfortunately the conversation was cut short when John’s wife pointed to his shirt, “Blow out, blow out!” which revealed the contents of the baby’s diaper down his front. Grayson still laughs about that and “blow out!” is a new term in our family. Still the incident left Matt grinning like a schoolboy.

Since Matt was off on Monday September 7th we took the kids (minus K) to the Gateway. Mallerie’s birthday IPOD had quit working so he had an apt there at the apple store. He actually had to make an apt just for it to be looked at. He said when he had gone in there earlier in the week it was wall-to-wall people. Apparently they aren’t being affected by this economy. Ever since loosing Katrina at the Gateway several years ago I always get a pit when I go there. I stopped everyone at the fountains, “If we get separated, let’s meet at this rock.” Of course Graham was the one who most needed this information and was also the most oblivious. Sure enough we stopped for one second and Graham was gone. I had lamented to Matt about our back-to-school shopping but this gave him a chance to see first hand how fast Graham disappears. We separated and I saw a big biker looking guy who had just gotten in his car. For some reason I went to him first, “Did you see a little two-year-old boy?” He gave a nod and said, “Let me pull over” I thought that was odd but when he did I repeated, “Did you see a little two-year-old boy?” He shook his head, “Oh, I thought you were using a bad pick up line,” before driving off. This left me scratching my head till Mallerie shouted, “He’s up there.” Graham was already up the stairs looking down from the balcony. She had looked up when she heard a giggle, “Hi MOWWEY!!!” That two-year-old kid!!!!!

The other downfall of our trip was that somehow we had forgotten Callie’s bottle. You would think that somewhere would sell one but even after being led from store to store we came up empty handed. Everyone kept telling us the wackiest suggestions, “I’ve seen some at Old Navy,” we were told. We walked all the way there to be looked at like we were crazy people from Heber just for asking. At the kitchen store the cashier told me to try Anthropology. “What’s that?” I dared ask. Okay, now she did want to know where I was from. “Heber,” I sheepishly replied. She said that everything I was wearing looked like it would come from Anthropology. This turned out to be a huge complement cause that store is fabulous! But a baby bottle???? The craziest look I got was from the cover model behind THAT counter.

It was time to leave and I had Matt pull into a gas station. He even treated me like I was crazy at that point but I got the last laugh as I returned with a BABY BOTTLE. And I thought he knew better than to doubt me...
The fountains were going strong when we first arrived and we were even treated to hearing the Olympic song but at the end of our trip something had gone awry and this pile of bubbles was all that was left. This didn't stop Graham from enjoying himself, have I mentioned we're from HEBER? A little soap in the eye isn't good for anybody though.

Back to School

Heber has gone and done something crazy. Elementary now only goes to 4th grade, intermediate school is 5th and 6th, middle school is 7th and 8th, and high school is 9th-12th. I get a little confused myself since this is the first year I have had kids in three different schools. This was all to avoid overcrowding and putting off having to build a new school. During the deciding process I came up with a brilliant plan that I emailed to the school board: turn the existing middle school into an elementary, bump sixth grade back into the five elementaries, make the junior high house 7th and 8th, with 9th-12th in the high school. I guess they didn’t think it was a good suggestion let alone brilliant, I never even got a response. Katrina has a bus for her school, but it is up to us to pick up and drop off the others unless it is a pretty day and bikes can be ridden. There was a small mix up when Mallerie thought she spotted me across the parking lot and ran towards the white van with tinted windows. She told me later, “The lady driving looked just like you and she even had pens sticking out of her hair!” I seriously pulled eight pens out of my hair before bed one time.

Just because we don’t have anyone going to the magnificent edifice that is the new Wasatch High School, doesn’t mean we didn’t take part in the open house. Day’s Market supplied the community with free chicken meals and ice cream. Both Mallerie and Ava won a cake in the pie-eating contest. Katrina didn’t join us; “I want to see the school for the first time when I’m in ninth grade.” We’ll see if she can hold out. It’s magnificent I tell ya!
We got our back-to-school shopping done this year with all six in tow. Graham was a menace! If the stroller stopped for even a moment he would jump out and just start running at full speed without even looking to see where he was going. We had spent some time in Down East in the mall and I told the other kids to help watch him. When we came out of the store he wasn’t with the batch of kids waiting on the bench and he wasn’t in the store. We split up and looked around but to no avail. I even had the store manager check the back room to see if he had slipped in there. Nope. The girls started getting concerned faces as the minutes ticked. Mallerie ran down towards Macy’s and returned with a very sad Graham who had made it all the way to the fountains. I thought this would teach him good. Nope. We spent the rest of the day looking for Graham. This made the shopping trip so long and exhausting! By the time we got to Shopko my brain was all soggy. The security beeper went off as we exited the store. The manager came over and asked, “Did you want to buy those shoes on the bottom of your cart?”

This is the first year Grayson has had any kind of opinion pertaining to clothes and his taste was opposite what I had in mind. In Macy’s he fell in love with a skeleton shirt, which I consented to. At Payless he picked out some Van’s type graffiti shoes. I liked that they didn’t tie. I didn’t know he was such a bruthah.
Katrina’s early morning departure found me unprepared to take a picture of her on her first day of 8th grade to which she alleged, “I’m getting a little old for that.” Works for me!

Ava’s as particular as can be and so when we found a striped shirt she liked we bought one in every color.
Ava wearing the shoes we were "this close" to getting away with at Shopko. Ava 2nd. Grayson 1st.

Mallerie 6th. As you well know by now, plaid is all the rage this season.

And just because the others are gone at school now during the day is no reason Graham and I can't enjoy our afternoon milk and cookies.
Graham Pre Pre-School