Bop-Bobbie

This past weekend, Jeff had a "honey-do": upload our old movies from our camcorder (which we don't use anymore) to our computer to save them. He did, and we watched most of the old movies this past weekend. Memories of Maddie's birth, Camie's 2nd birthday, holidays with friends and everyday outings came flooding back.

"Do you know what I realize when I watch these?" Jeff said.

"That time goes by too quickly?" I said.

"Yes, and that all these small things that we make a big deal about don't matter. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter. We tend to sweat the small stuff, and it doesn't matter." He's right. I can freak out when my girls misbehave just the slightest bit or get my house messy or do something that I told them a million times to not do (i.e. leave the backyard to go around to the front yard.) We need to take it all in, and just be. And enjoy them.

"Do you know what I realize?" I said. "That back then I thought my life was so hard and complicated. But those were the simple times! Sitting on the back porch with baby Maddie on your lap while Camie blows bubbles off the balcony. What was I complaining about?"

"In another five years, you'll say the same thing about this time...'that was when it was simpler'." And he's right. This is the last year that I have both kids home. Next year Camie goes to full-day school. And although I jokingly say I look forward to it all the time, life will get busier. My girls are not little anymore.

5 and 3 are pretty big ages. They are pretty independent, and I can see how they totally love and depend on each other.

They want less and less of me, it seems. I used to sing them to sleep every night when they were little. I tried it the other night, and Maddie said, "Don't sing, Mom" and quickly shot me down. It made me sad. Sometimes I want those sweet babies back. Tonight as I got the girls ready for bed, I held Maddie like a baby and Bop-Bobbied her. This is essentially just rocking back and forth and saying "Bop...Bobbie" with each rock. It is something my mother did with me and something her mother did with her, and I'm sure on and on wherever it started in that Hallberg swedish line of her's. The girls laughed and wanted me to do it to each of them.

No matter how big they get, we can still "bop-bobbie."

Since I've posted last...

we've done a few things. We've mostly been homebodies (which has been good to my gas tank and my wallet, but questionable for my sanity.) I've taken my turn teaching preschool and the girls and I have done some Halloween crafts. We've also had some fun adventures this month with the kids. For example:

going to the Flower Mound Pumpkin Patch with Camie's preschool class
a hayride with the kids (where I found out I'm really allergic to Texas hay...ouch!)

and picking a baby pumpkin.

The mandatory "pumpkin patch" pictures

I just thought this picture was funny. Maddie loves being naked. This day she was eating a chocolate cupcake, and Jeff said, "Hey, she looks that Baltimore director! What's his name?" You got it, John Waters.

Our community (Crawford Farms) had a Fall Festival last weekend which was really fun. They had a little petting zoo...

and homemade cotton candy (my favorite!) And yes, a Fall Festival in Texas calls for a sleeveless shirt. It was gorgeous weather! A bit weird, in my opinion, but oh well.

Pony rides

Face painting

and lots of games with treat prizes.

Yesterday we went down to Ft. Worth to check out the famous Stock Yards and met Mo the Buffalo.

Watching the Long Horns walk down the stock yard (they do it daily.)

And Jeff had to get a picture with Boss Hog's car.

afterwards we ate an awesome lunch at Cattleman's Cafe.

For Art's Sake

A couple of weeks ago I went on a weekend-getaway with my friend Tiffany. When we moved into the ward, we found out we had a few things in common, including a love for art (Tiffany majored in Art Teaching at BYU.) So when she found out that the Terra Cotta Warriors Exhibit was at the Houston Natural Science Museum, she proposed that we leave our husbands and kids for a weekend and go down and see it! And since my grandparents live there, we had a place to stay.

I learned so much about the Terra Cotta warriors. It was so neat to see artifacts that was over 3000 years old (well before Christ's time.) I'm glad that I got to see it.

We then ventured to Houston's Museum district, which is home to the Rothko Chapel, The Byzantine Fresco Chapel, The Cy Twombly Gallery, the Menil Collection, and the Dan Flavin Installation. I'd been to these museums before, but it was about 12 years ago. I had learned about the Rothko Chapel in my Humanitites class at Highland High School, and was excited to see it in person. The two summers before when I was 18, I had been able to see his work in many other places, including our nation's capital, and Europe. He was soon becoming one of my favorite artists back then.

I remember seeing my first Rothkos in person. I stood in awe at the Phillips Collection in Washington, D.C., at the enormous colorfields, taking up the room. I was 18. At that time I had, what I would describe, a spiritual experience. I felt in awe, and humbled, and felt deep gratitude for the opportunity to see such beauty. I remember showing my Dad the Rothko colorfield for the first time. He took a minute, looked at it, and said, "I don't get it." I huffed at him, rolling my eyes, because to me, he was missing the point. I repeated the expression that Julie Hewlitt drilled into our heads that year in school: "Many people say about modern art, 'What's the big deal? I could do that.' The point is, you didn't. He did."

I have been priveleged in the years since to have been to many more museums, many more exhibits, and many different citites in the world. Coming back to the Rothko Chapel and the other galleries, I had a new-found appreciation for all the things I saw at that time in my life. It reminded me of our desire to create, to make something that no one had ever made before. To provide a space where people could revere and meditate, and even worship if they wished. To ponder on life and the grand scheme of things. To leave their mark in history.

That evening we attended the General Relief Society Broadcast. I felt uplifted and inspired, but in a different way. I was reminded how all of these things are connected, and how grateful I am that we are all children of God, that we are created in His image, and that we are blessed with the ability to create, to express ourselves, and to connect with other human beings.

The Terra Cotta Warriors Exhibit: They had 15 terra cotta warriors and 120 artifacts.

(Yes, this is a replica.)

Next: The Rothko Chapel. Marc Rothko was commissioned by the Menil Family in 1964 to build a sacred place. Dominique de Menil said, "The Rothko Chapel is oriented toward the sacred and yet it imposes no traditional environment. It offers a place where a common orientation could be found--an orientation towards God, named or unnamed, an orientation towards the highest aspirations of Man and the most intimate calls of the conscience."

I think it's neat that the Rothko Chapel over the years has hosted speakers like Nelson Mandela, Desmond Tutu, Jimmy Carter, and the Dalai Lama, to name a few.

Next, the Byzantine Fresco Chapel Museum. These original frescos were from a chapel in Crete, and displayed in a really modern way. I liked the old mixing with the new.

The Cy Twombly gallery. His art is very modern, and very weird, but I found it fascinating. To me, it was like looking into the mind of a madman (although I don't know if he technically is, he's still living.)

The Menil Gallery, which, like all the other galleries, are totally free. I didn't realize how many gems were in here! Alexander Calder, Piet Mondrian, tons of Magrittes (along with other surrealist painters), and even some Marcel Duchamp. And more artifacts. By this point, I had kind of had it with artifacts.

The Dan Falvin Installation. Not too exciting, but kinda cool nonetheless.

My cute Grandma Kay Dunn who hosted us. She is the sweetest lady.

Me and Tiffany.

Motherhood (some thoughts)

This past weekend, I got to go down to Houston with my friend Tiffany for a little getaway. We stayed with my grandparents and got to go to a ton of museums, out to eat, and see the General Relief Society Broadcast (pictures to come later.) And as I got home, and saw my sweet girls as they ran and gave me a hug, it reminded me of how much I enjoy being a mother (even though I really love sleeping-in too, and unfortunately for me, the two don't go hand-in-hand!)

As we all know, being a mother is hard, for so many different reasons. Today I locked my kids outside because it was a beautiful day, they were getting on my nerves, and I was "forcing" them to play in the backyard. Camie was throwing a fit and thought that my putting her out there was some kind of punishment, while her sister just played away happily with some blocks, trying to ignore the tantrum. I heard some sassy words toward me escape Camie's mouth, but I ignored her and didn't give her the negative attention she was wanting. At that point in the day, motherhood was very hard, and I had nothing good to say about it or my children.

Later that night, after dinner, I put them both in the bath, and they insisted on a bubble bath to the glow of the nightlight (which is pretty bright in there.) Can you blame them? It is pretty soothing. I got Maddie out first and gave her a "horseback ride" on my lap. Camie wanted to wash her own hair and body, and when she got out, she dressed herself and combed her own hair. I realized how big she is getting, and she craves to be independent and self-reliant. When she was done, she hugged me for a long time and said, "I love you Mama." At that point in the day, motherhood was sweet and worth it.

I love the seasons. I love fall and spring because you look forward to them; that although you have long days of winter or hot summer, the simple short sweetness of the reprieve makes it all worth it. And at those times of love and tenderness from your child, however difficult they may seem to you, it makes all the negative stuff worth it.

P.S. Last week I started writing what a call a "positive" journal where I would write down only the positive things that happened in my day or in regards to my children. It really has helped me in my outlook on things!

Five

Yesterday my Camille Rue was born five years ago. As it rained down, I was reminded that it rained on her birthday those years ago.

I am so blessed to have her in my life, and I know that she was supposed to be the oldest of our family. She has such a strong spirit, and is so capable and loving. Camie is a born leader, and has a lot of charisma that her peers are drawn to. Camie has always been very gifted physically, in that she has picked up athletic things and is very coordinated. She loves to do anything physical, whether it be running around the living room to her favorite song, swimming, playing catch, trying to ride her bike, or hiking in the mountains. I love that we can take Camie to any amusement park, and she is pretty game to ride the rides and have fun. She is definitely a lot of fun in that department. Since she was 9 months old, she has been constantly on the go, and every day is an adventure.

Camie is so sweet and helpful. I can ask her to do just about anything for me, and she'll do it. She is constantly helping her sister, and Maddie is quite spoiled that way! She has insisted on pouring her own drinks, brushing her teeth, dressing herself, and doing other independent things at the earliest age, which has been a little hard for me since I'm such a control freak! But she is very capable, so I just have to sit back and trust her.


Camie has done a lot this year. From moving from Baltimore to a new house in Ft. Worth, to making her own bed almost every morning, to writing all her letters and wanting to sound them out, to learning to swim, to taking the back off her booster seat and strapping in her own seatbelt every time. She has accomplished a lot! We are very proud of her.


Camie's favorite things right now are: helping me cook (nothing new), playing pretend with her sister (where she's the master and her sister is the dog--go figure), going to preschool to play with her friends, playing PBS Kids and showing her sister the ropes, and playing Memory and Candyland. Her favorite shows are anything on Noggin, and surprisingly (not at my prodding) Spongebob Squarepants! If she had her way, she would swim everyday, eat Skittles, and watch every movie she owns back to back! She also loves to do crafts and anything creative. Camie weighs 48 lbs. and is 46 1/2 inches tall.

We love you Camie and wish you many more happy birthdays to come!

Her 2nd birthday

Her 3rd birthday

Getting sung to in Preschool on her 4th birthday

Blowing out her 4th birthday candles

Five.

Like Mother Like Daughter

Maddie is like me. When she's napping, she likes to sleep in her skivies.

And she would prefer not to be woken up, even if the funnest activity is planned.

She is a little moody for a few minutes...

until she's ready to get going on her own.

But she is known to be "Gumpy" when she wakes up.

Until she's ready to join the world, and then she's happy.

What we've been up to lately...

August and September are such busy months for us. Between celebrating Jeff and Maddie's birthdays (within six days of each other), starting school and getting ready for Camie's birthday in September, it just doesn't seem to quit.

We celebrated Maddie's 3rd birthday on the Saturday before her birthday. We took her to Build-a-Bear where she chose a pink unicorn, and took her to lunch and got her a new birthday dress at Neiman-Marcus. She had a fun birthday, it was so nice to spend time together as a family. As we were driving home, Jeff leaned over to me and said, "I've loved today." With all the planning and work, it's so nice to hear that. Here's some pictures from her day:

She woke up to Teddy bear pancakes with a side of blueberries.

Making her new unicorn, "Honey Pie."

At Northpark, the best mall ever!

Eating lunch at the Mermaid Bar at Neiman's. I have been coming here to lunch with my mom since I was a little girl and it hasn't changed (except for it has gotten bigger to accomodate more people.)

Maddie's teddy bear birthday cake.

Jeff had some work in San Antonio, and we had a little extra money so we decided to go down with him and go to Sea World. We had so much fun, although it was unbearably hot. Luckily we ended the day at the water park there. We can't wait to go back and visit Shamu again!

At the entrance.

Seeing the dolphins swim.

Jeff took Camie on the log ride. Of course Maddie had NONE of that, my little unadventuresome one.

Playing at the waterpark to cool off.

At the Shamu show, Camie got soaked even though we were about 20 rows up!

This year both girls started pre-school. It's nice because I have just one of them every morning. I thought that because they were both starting school, we would have a "Back to School dinner" and talk to them about what to expect. I know some other people have this tradition and I thought it was really sweet and a good way to kick off the new year. I always loved starting school and thought it was so special when I would get my Dad's Father's blessing every year.

The 2009-2010 theme: "Listen and Obey", a common phrase in our house, but especially this year because their pre-schools are being held in people's homes.

Camie's crown that she helped make.

Maddie's.

The Menu:

Chi-Chi's (a great Mexican drink thanks to Uncle Brant)

Vegetarian Mexican Lasagna

Green Chile Rice

Corn on the Cob

Tres Leches Cake with Fresh Strawberries

Yum!

Cheers to a new school year!

Camie's first day. She goes three days a week from 8:30-12:30 and we even have a carpool! Carpools and making lunches are all new to me!

Maddie's first day the next day. She goes twice a week from 9-12.

My baby's an official pre-schooler now!