Essential skills for danger loving boys...

My oldest has been asking for me to teach him how to sew for a long time. There may come a time or an age when he realizes that most boys don't sew and wouldn't want to know anymore but luckily he doesn't feel that way yet. I decided it was time to start because I see that reality looming and because I think he's got enough hand eye coordination now to pull it off.

Even if your son isn't into sewing this book may convince him to be. This has got to be one of my top favs of all time. It's got great stories, activities, articles, etc. all on being a boy.And there's one little paragraph in the front of the book that may be good material for convincing your boy of the value of sewing. See number 6 under essential gear? Click the image to see it larger...it's some good stuff.


And since we've got him into the basic hand stitching - it's pretty easy to get him onto the machine. Actually, I think every kid wants to play around with a sewing machine - it's pretty much a power tool. Luckily mine isn't too nice a machine so I'm not stressed about him using it. But I've seen some really cool kid-friendly sewing machines at the craft store. And they only cost around $25.00 - we may have to invest in that someday. Our first project now that we've got the basics down is going to be making a bag to hold all of his essential gear. He's totally excited - and so am I!

The blues and St. Patrick's Day

The first 2/3rds of my day was pretty horrible. I was tired and listened to talk radio and the combo of those two can sometimes be bad. Today it was particularly bad because Glen Beck was talking about how doomsday is looming - he didn't say it like that, but pretty much how bad the economy is and how it's going to get sooo much worse. I was so caught up in it that I actually posted the transcripts from his show and started on a downward spiral wondering how we were going to survive this financial crisis.

After about an hour of that I realized that perhaps I needed a change of attitude. I deleted the post - you may have caught it before I did - sorry if so. We went to the store and got some green food for dinner. Spinach fettuccine with pesto and green grapes - I wanted to keep it simple so the boys would eat it! And I came up with a game for our family night that centered around both St. Patrick's Day and gratitude.

We went to CVS pharmacy and bought a $1.99 hat and some chocolate coins. We each took turns acting as the Leprechaun - who is visiting for the holiday and giving money for those who can name things they are grateful for. We explained that just like we will be rich at the end of the game when we count our coins - in real life we will see how rich we really are when we count our blessings. It's not a really amazing idea by any stretch but it totally worked for the kids and got their wheels turning because everybody had to name 8 things by the end - and in order to get the coin they had to be explained - the hows and whys. I really like this image showing Andrew thinking and then getting his gold. Andrew had some really original ones - my favorite was:

"I am grateful for....ummm....that we can buy chairs!"
"Chairs? Do you like chairs?"
"Ya, they are really nice."
"What's your favorite chair?"
"Wood ones"(all the while eying the candy)

Anyhow, we finished out the night with some mint ice cream(it's green) and all in all had a pretty good night. And now, my doomsday has passed. A couple months ago I was feeling really down and I realized I had been feeling down for a while. I thought, "Oh my gosh - I'm depressed." I called my mom and cried to her for a while after doing the same to Mike. And eventually I came to the conclusion that perhaps it was like postpartum but during pregnancy and that I should ask my doctor for some medication. I wasn't sure how I felt about it but the doctor said it sounded like depression and gave me a prescription and I decided to fill it. Well the pharmacy was all out - a lot of people must be feeling the same way! While waiting for the meds to come in I started thinking and reading and realized that I didn't ever take this to the Lord.

The next day I was listening to talk radio - this time it was good because it was Dennis Prager and he was talking about happiness. He said, "The happy make this world better, the unhappy make it worse - end of story." And that happiness is a moral obligation - click on his name you can read his article on this. And I realized, "I am not making this world better - nor the lives of my husband and my sweet children. I can decide to add joy to this world or to take it away." In the end what I knew that I needed more gratitude. I took that journal I had made and turned it into a gratitude journal. I decided every time I had a sad thought - I'd think happy ones. That every time I prayed - I'd ask for things - with faith I'd receive them. I couldn't believe how immediately my mood changed. And within days I felt completely better. I have had a couple hard years with the miscarriage and other things and I think I let myself get sucked into all of that hard stuff - I kept finding myself saying "I'm having a hard time because I had a hard year." But there was always some new hard thing I could blame my blues on - now with my change of outlook I see that it doesn't matter what happens to me - it's how I deal with it. I know everyone knows that principle but somehow I was missing it in my everyday world. I still have days that are blue - like today - but as soon as I employ those few little tricks I feel better.

I whole heartedly believe that most bad moods or depression can be solved with gratitude. In "True to the Faith" - an LDS gospel reference it says that gratitude is something we must work at and that"you cannot be bitter, resentful, or mean-spirited when you are grateful."79 It has taken work to be grateful and happy - and it will continue to - but I can be lazy in my mind and uphappy - sucking light from the world. Or I can be mentally active and make this world better.

Wow - I didn't realize this post was going to become something like this - maybe I should have saved this for my journal! But I wanted to share it. It's easy to get blue - especially for us moms. But really I feel empowered now - knowing that as soon as I change my attitude and open my heart to the good in this universe - I will be happy. It's work but I realized if I was going to give daily medication a try - shouldn't I try changing my attitude first?

home is where the heart is...

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.

She gave them some broth without any bread, Then whipped them all soundly
and put them to bed.

The lost boys...

After a day spent watching conference, peeling potatoes, roasting garlic, and playing with my kids, I was beginning to feel a little bit cozy in my mothering ability. I baked a cake, made a religious craft, and invited family over for dinner. All in all it was shaping up to a good day of mother self esteem. After a pretty darn good dinner and when the kids had settled to the toy room, some lively adult conversation had begun - well, actually we were talking about the new Rambo movie and cute Japanese hair styles. My sister happened to notice that it was pretty quiet and went to check on the kids only to find the two youngest - my 2 year old Andrew and her 2 1/2 year old Fisher gone missing(Pictured to left - Fisher in white, Andrew in blue). We checked the yard, both vans, and then swung into action - sending parents looking in every direction. I chose to look at the Greentree school park. Since Andrew is a wanderer and we walk there several times a week I knew it was a good possibility. I got there pretty quickly to find a good sized group of high-browed adults waiting there with my son and his cousin. Now, of course I was glad to see them and a good gushing show of relieved emotion would have been appropriate but at that moment I felt something more like shame. They each watched me for any sign of emotion - even doubting I was really related to these two mud covered little monkeys - asking Andrew, "Who is that?" To which he turned and pointed at the climbing equipment and said, "I'n go on slide first". In any case, their disapproval for me was VERY evident with their body language and side glances. "We had no choice but to call the police so you will have to wait for them." they said. Of course I am overjoyed knowing that I live in a community and neighborhood where people would take action - look for parents and when none are found call the police. Just at that moment it deepened my shame. Also, I knew that the other searchers must be going deeper and deeper into panic the longer they went without success and heard nothing from anyone else. So I stood there with two mud covered boys with diapers hanging down to their knees full of dark water. Meanwhile the group of adults felt like they'd like to stay and see what the coppers did with white trash moms like me. I was only slightly curious to find that out myself. I just wanted to put a toddler under each arm and hike back into the woods home to my house. After what seemed like a long while, Chelsea showed up - good - misery loves company! Eventually the police got there too. They played a good cop/bad cop thing - whether it was intentional I don't know. Inviting us to consider all of the horrible things that could have happened to our children. Like moms need any help there! Eventually they let us go and we slowly walked back with our unrepentant toddlers. Knowing that there was a good chance this would be happening again.