I drafted this post about a month ago. Please note that since then (Valentine's Day chocolate, I'm looking at you.) things have been a little different, but as with all seasons, I'm looking forward to getting back on track.
New Years Day has come and gone and while I don't tend to be the resolution type, I've been working on a few things as of late. I'm definitely not one to go cold turkey but I've been surprised with the progress I've made just by aiming for 'less'. A few things I've been working on are less yelling and less sugar. Here's the thing, I cannot commit to no yelling. Every once in a while my kids need to know I mean business - and quick. But the other side of that coin is that since I committed to less yelling and had several conversations with the kids about how we are ALL changing the way we speak to each other, the NEED for yelling has drastically reduced. I realized that I was yelling at the kids for yelling at each other and it was a nasty vicious cycle. When I hear one of them raise their voice, I remind them that we don't talk like that in our family and it tends to do the trick. We are all happier and I dare say the kids even like each other a little better. Also, less TV has been on the list and SERIOUSLY! - why don't I always remember this? I LOVE it when we watch less TV.
The other thing I've been working on is less sugar. I know. The holidays did quite a number on me and my eating habits. They also did a number on my work out habits. (And I like to say 'the holidays' but to be honest, it all started in September.) And why is it when I quit working out I also start eating like an idiot? I'm finally back on track working out and my eating habits are falling in line as well. I actually love veggies and fruits, I just need to commit to keeping them handy so when I find myself hangry, I've got somewhere reasonable to turn. (You know hangry, right? The intersection of hunger and angry. I cross those streets far more often than any good mama should.) Okay, but I had a point here: Less. Less sugar. When I am reminded that I'm committing to less sugar I'm far more picky about the sugar I choose to enjoy. When the kids bring home nasty candy from school it's easier to turn it down knowing that I'll enjoy something better later!
Since I go back and read this blog more than anyone else, this post is just a reminder to myself. I don't need to completely stop TV or sugar or even yelling to be moving forward. Success comes in steps and progress is always welcomed.
...and as soon as I publish this post I will fall off the wagon for at least 2 more weeks. Blogging rule.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Great to be 8!
We made the trek up to Utah for Thanksgiving once again this year. It was a great trip that deserves a post all it's own, but while we were there Owen got baptized. It was such a special experience that I never want to forget. For the last month I've carried those precious memories in my heart and hope I can record them so that Owen and the rest of us can remember the important details and feelings of his special night.
We kept things very simple. There were no decorations or grand plans, there weren't even invitations beyond a few text messages, but it was magical. All of Owen's aunts and uncles, all of his cousins, and all of his grandparents were there. He even managed a few great grandparents as well as some of my aunts and uncles, cousins and a cousin of Kirt's with her kids. We kept one surprise up our sleeve and when the Nielsens and the Hansens showed up (some of our best CA friends) he was elated! We filled that little room up with so much family, friends and love, it was incredible.
Owen orchestrated the program. Grandpa Peterson conducted the service, Grandma Leslie played the piano with Abby leading the music. Grandma Bonnie said the opening prayer, Joni gave a great talk on baptism and Colby told Owen all about the Holy Ghost. Tessa sang a beautiful song all by herself, Kirt baptized and confirmed him and Cal said the closing prayer.
Joni's talk on baptism was so thoughtful and geared right toward Owen. She had an object lesson about 'steps' that we take to get back to Heavenly Father. When she laid 2 of the steps quite far from each other (with obvious room for other steps in between) she asked Owen if he could get to Heavenly Father from the first step, without touching the carpet. He started scooting his feet forward dragging the first step with him. Cue erupting laughter. Classic Owen.
Colby had put so much thought and effort into his talk for Owen. He pulled out actual armor for Owen to put on to show him how listening to the Holy Ghost would protect him with lots of other little reminders about choosing the right.
Owen has his own little personality. He loves attention - to a point. He was so happy to be getting baptized and so happy to have everyone there for him, but as soon as anyone put him on the spot and started asking him questions in front of everyone I could feel his anxiety rise. He did great and made it through without incident, but it made my heart race just knowing how uncomfortable he was. I guess that's something we'll need to start getting used to. I mean, it only gets tougher from here, right?
When Kirt took him down into the water my heart almost burst. Life kind of flashes in front of me in moments like that. How is he 8 already? Is he ready? Am I ready? Please let life slow down a little. And I could see that Kirt felt it too. Before he started the baptismal prayer he bent down and gave Owen a little kiss on the head and it was almost more than I could take. (Man, these kids have a great dad.) He was baptized and confirmed and then we made him take a bajillion pictures with everyone that was there.(Hopefully posted later.)
Once the service was over, we headed to Grandma and Grandpa Peterson's house where I had gone all out (insert sarcasm) by making a few salads, forcing my sisters, mom and sister-in-law to make cookies and making Sean pick up pizza. Redd piped up offering to bless the food and said one of the sweetest 5 year old prayers I have ever heard. Several hours visiting with family and friends was the perfect way to end an incredible evening.
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Note to self: Amazing moments don't have to be accompanied by lots of stress, money or decorations. Sometimes amazing moments are just about the moment and the people that you share them with. Big thanks to everyone that shared this moment with us!
We kept things very simple. There were no decorations or grand plans, there weren't even invitations beyond a few text messages, but it was magical. All of Owen's aunts and uncles, all of his cousins, and all of his grandparents were there. He even managed a few great grandparents as well as some of my aunts and uncles, cousins and a cousin of Kirt's with her kids. We kept one surprise up our sleeve and when the Nielsens and the Hansens showed up (some of our best CA friends) he was elated! We filled that little room up with so much family, friends and love, it was incredible.
Owen orchestrated the program. Grandpa Peterson conducted the service, Grandma Leslie played the piano with Abby leading the music. Grandma Bonnie said the opening prayer, Joni gave a great talk on baptism and Colby told Owen all about the Holy Ghost. Tessa sang a beautiful song all by herself, Kirt baptized and confirmed him and Cal said the closing prayer.
Joni's talk on baptism was so thoughtful and geared right toward Owen. She had an object lesson about 'steps' that we take to get back to Heavenly Father. When she laid 2 of the steps quite far from each other (with obvious room for other steps in between) she asked Owen if he could get to Heavenly Father from the first step, without touching the carpet. He started scooting his feet forward dragging the first step with him. Cue erupting laughter. Classic Owen.
Colby had put so much thought and effort into his talk for Owen. He pulled out actual armor for Owen to put on to show him how listening to the Holy Ghost would protect him with lots of other little reminders about choosing the right.
Owen has his own little personality. He loves attention - to a point. He was so happy to be getting baptized and so happy to have everyone there for him, but as soon as anyone put him on the spot and started asking him questions in front of everyone I could feel his anxiety rise. He did great and made it through without incident, but it made my heart race just knowing how uncomfortable he was. I guess that's something we'll need to start getting used to. I mean, it only gets tougher from here, right?
When Kirt took him down into the water my heart almost burst. Life kind of flashes in front of me in moments like that. How is he 8 already? Is he ready? Am I ready? Please let life slow down a little. And I could see that Kirt felt it too. Before he started the baptismal prayer he bent down and gave Owen a little kiss on the head and it was almost more than I could take. (Man, these kids have a great dad.) He was baptized and confirmed and then we made him take a bajillion pictures with everyone that was there.(Hopefully posted later.)
Once the service was over, we headed to Grandma and Grandpa Peterson's house where I had gone all out (insert sarcasm) by making a few salads, forcing my sisters, mom and sister-in-law to make cookies and making Sean pick up pizza. Redd piped up offering to bless the food and said one of the sweetest 5 year old prayers I have ever heard. Several hours visiting with family and friends was the perfect way to end an incredible evening.
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