Monday, September 30, 2024

Giving Conley the benefit of the doubt is always the right choice

100% of the time. When I have the foresight to give Conley the benefit of the doubt, what ends up being true always exceeds whatever hypothetical intentions I awarded him. 

He asks me to snuggle with him every single night. It's so so so sweet. He always talks to me. And always holds up the blanket until I lay down next to him; then he covers me up with it. It's so amazingly sweet. He can be crusty toward me all day, argumentative (his age and brain lend itself to that right now), push back, and then just turn into the gooest little muffin at bedtime. He tells me his sweet and sour, lets me pray for him. Lets me read scriptures to him and tell him stories, sing to him. The other night he asked me for a story, and I actually am not great at telling stories. They are usually short and lame and when I finish, the kids say something like, "Is that it?" But anyway he really wanted one so I told him about that time that Paul and I went hiking at the Menaul trailhead and saw a tarantula and Paul lost his mind like a little boy. And Conley wanted another, so I told him about jumping of the railroad bridge into a deep creek below and how fun that was, also with Paul.

Anyway. He's a good boy. It is always a mistake (because I am honestly always wrong) when I assume the worst in his intentions, actions, etc. I attach meaning to his actions, because he is different from me and handles things a lot quieter, more realistically, more logically, and sometimes insensitively. But that doesn't mean he is being mean or spiteful. He is often just thinking, deciding, analyzing. And sometimes he is just being a kid and getting distracted anyway! I pray for patience to remember this and apply it!

Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Unicorn horns have all the magic

 Eloise has been kind of loud lately. She reminds me of myself, and how adults used to tell me all the time as a kid to be quiet, settle down, lower my voice, etc. I don't necessarily want to be telling her that all the time. But sometimes it's a little loud for me. She is also full of emotions. She is pretty good at negotiating and reasoning with though. She is obedient and helpful. She acts promptly. I did say to Joseph that when she's a pre-teen and starts acting more emotionally or passionately, we'll need to remind ourselves that she was this way just personality wise, since she was six. Or maybe even before.

Anyway, she is still just my delight on a daily basis. I love seeing her, being with her, holding her, watching her. I love her little face and soft cheeks. Her lisp and her sincerity. Her big blue eyes and how excitable she is. 

We read this beautiful "Magical Unicorn Society" book that Gail gave her for her birthday sometimes at night. We read it tonight and there was a story about one kind of unicorn that has to live in cold temps or else its horn will melt. She stopped me and said, "Yes and if their horns melt, they will die." And I asked her why. She said, "Because that is where all their magical powers are kept." She gave more description. She still pronounces her r's as w's. So when she is really serious about something, which she was tonight as she described unicorns, it's just to die for watching her lips and cheeks and hearing her talk so seriously and importantly.

We kept reading and she interrupted again, saying that Unicorn Day was sometime soon. I asked when, and she said, "I don't know. Something like April 9th." We asked Siri on my watch, and sure enough it was April 9th. I asked what she wanted to do, and she said, "Hopefully find a unicorn."

Gosh it was so cute. I love her little heart and brain and mind. The things she thinks and wants and finds fascinating. 

Tuesday, October 31, 2023

Halloween with my sick girl

By the end of the night, laying next to her in bed, I felt so charged up, like supercharged with just metallic love and adoration for her. I felt like without even knowing it, she had this buzziness around her, this energy that just froze me, made me want to stay as still as I could and just watch her and feel it and soak her in. Singing "Baby Mine" to her caught my breath. She'd asked me to sing her a song. She held onto her two identical glow stick necklaces, one from a neighbor--one of the six houses we went Trick or Treating at, since she had fevered earlier and wasn't 100%--and one from the Trunk or Treat. She was so thrilled to see them light up. I gave her a bath; she thought it was cold. She loved the warm water coming out of the faucet when I turned it back on. She lost her first tooth last week (she kept her mouth closed and like hum-talked when I picked her up until I asked her if she lost her tooth and she couldn't help but smile) and brushing her little baby teeth was just so cute and magical. 

Laying next to her in her bed under her light pink comforter, all cozy, warm, and clean, i just looked at her perfectly soft and clear skin and tiny freckles on her nose. Her full lips and baby nose. She still looks like a baby if you look at her in the right angle and with the right eyes. 

She let me hold her during my Fed Jur class, probably for half of it. The other half she put her head on the table and held onto my arm. I picked her up early from school because she'd had a fever. I was so glad I got to her quickly and wasn't in the middle of class. I would have left, but still. There was also some freaky threat security stuff going on at Onate as soon as I picked her up, and I'm so glad I had her with me. There have been lots of mass shootings in the last week, so I'm on edge, thinking when's our turn. I'm keeping her home tomorrow and maybe the rest of the week? 

She was so sad to not go to Cameron and Christina's and trick or treat and have dinner with everyone like we do every year. She cried and cried before we left for class. In her tears she said she still wanted to wear her costume to my class. So we put on her pirate costume she'd picked out at Costco a few months ago. I thought it was just so cute and childlike--the insistence of wearing a costume on Halloween even though she was sick. When we walked into class, the teachers said something about "someone came in with a costume" and she immediately turned to me and wanted to be picked up, she was so embarrassed. It was so cute. There were those store sugar cookies I love and they gave some to us. She ate most of one. And I ate two:).

After class, I tried to appease her about not going to Christina's. I said we could get wanton soup at Szchezwan and trick or treat in the house, and she couldn't keep a big smile off her face. So that was the deal. Once we'd eaten, though, she said she wanted to go to a few houses. So we decided to. Before leaving, she wrote "Hallawen Trik or Tret" in a notebook and gave it to me with a pen and said to keep track of the number of houses we went to. We went to six. She was so cute. It was 48 degrees. She had a sweater under her tight pirate costume, so she was warm...and restricted...but didn't complain. She said Trick or Treat and got a few handfuls of candy and was totally content to come home and take a bath. She asked me to turn up the heater. She put on jammies and then said they were itchy becasue of the kind of string in one of the stripes, so we changed into another pair. She put on a diaper and then said that wasn't comfortable, so she changed into panties. We read the kids Bible and Betsy and Tacy and I sang her a song and then snuggled her. I knew I was going to stay in there until she fell asleep. I did. She just fills my heart with love. She always has. Every day of her life, she's brought me so much joy.

I think I can transfer my energy of wanting a baby and not getting one bc Joseph feels it will complicate our future into love for her and Conley, focus on them, energy toward them, time with them. My time is already so limited and I want every minute I have with them to count. 

Thursday, September 21, 2023

Conley changed the clock time so I'd read longer

 We're homeschooling Conley, and so far he and I truly love it. Joseph says he is grateful that we are doing it. Sometimes it's hard to motivate him to get things done, but usually when we are connected, we start early, and I pray for patience, things go really well. Sometimes he sits on my lap during it. The best part of it is just all the time he has to play and explore and be himself. He has brightened a lot since not being in school. I'm so grateful.

He still adores being read to. Joseph or I read to him every night. Tonight he was playing a lot when he was supposed to be getting ready for bed, so I told him around 8:10 that I'd only be available to read to him until 8:30. That whipped him into shape pretty well and we were laying in his bed by 8:20. I started reading the God Is Incredible book to him and heard him fiddling with his alarm clock. I thought he might be setting the alarm. I switched to this (dreadful) novel about a hamster in a third grade classroom, and read a few pages and then glanced at the clock. He'd set it back ten minutes so I'd read more. I laughed so hard and he giggled a lot too.

Eloise is the most delicious angel. Her cheeks are so soft and she smiles at me when I smile at her. She has a good explanation for reasons she does things. She listens really readily and she remembers things I tell her. She reminded me today that she needed to bring her permission slip to school tomorrow in order to be able to participate in next week's Run for the Coyotes.

We cut her still-bright-blond hair last night. It looks so cute, although I do love her long hair. It was green from summer chorine and also dead at the ends. She wanted a haircut, and she just looks adorable. She's been taking violin for over a month now, and we are having so much fun with it. She listens to Miss Ellen, and she is always down to practice. We practice together, and I love that time with her. One time I lost patience and it made her so sad. I felt awful and apologized. She forgave me. She's so good at that. 

Also the other day she taught me a real lesson. My kids have taught me things in the sense that I've learned about myself and how to be better by being their mom. But I think this was the first lesson that I learned that was directly from their example. I came into the kitchen and she was eating her second yogurt. I raised my voice (I was on edge that day), and said having too much yogurt will hurt her belly and also we all want yogurt and that she couldn't eat it all. 

She raised her eyebrows and said, "That's very good information." How patient, kind, introspective, and calm of her. I want to respond like that. 

She is singing a couple solos for the primary program, and Gail said she sounds like an angel. And I agree. She's so adorable. I sing to her and read to her at night and she is just so cozy. I kiss her cheeks and just want to eat her. It's all I can do to squeeze her so tight when I pick up from school. I want to know everything about her day, bt I don't want to tire or overwhelm her. I love when she tells me things about her day.

Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Eloise on our date hike

Eloise told me a few months ago while we were on a family walk (plus Spohns and Tessa) that she wanted to go on a date with just me where we would go on a hike. We ran into some time tonight after dropping Conley off at activity boys, so we went. It was so so so so so cute and fun. She was chatty and adorable and just so pleasant and delightful. I offered to drive us to a trailhead, but she said no, that she wanted to walk somewhere so she knew exactly where to go because she had a spot in mind. And a car and bikes couldn't get there.

We walked up past the Rover park, over the bridge, and she gave me the option of taking the arroyo or the trail. I chose the trail. Halfway up she said, "Do you remember going on this trail? And that day you said we couldn't go further and make it to the mountain? Well I want to make it to the mountain tonight." It was pretty warm outside. I was impressed at how good of a walk/hiker she was. We made it all the way up to the mountain and she lost steam right about then but still had a good attitude. I sighed at one point and she said, "Do you like this?" And I said, "Do I like what?" And she said, "Do you like this hike that we're going on? Because you sighed." And I said, "I love it! I love being with you and in the foothills. I sighed because this is good exercise and I wanted to get more oxygen in my body." She smiled so big when I said I liked it. 

Her blond hair was wavy from last night's braids. She wore light pink leggings that she said looked like ballerina leggings; she said she'd wear them to her first dance class this weekend. 

On our way down the mountain, she said, "Ouch" just after we turned around. I offered her my sunglasses and she said, "Thank you. That's much better." When we passed the concrete stair things for damming water (somehow), she thought they were a natural wonder and said, "Thank you earth for making these things that look like seats." We sat on them for a minute until the gnats landed on us and started tickling. I said we needed to keep moving to keep them away. She wiggled all over for a second as we walked.

On the way down the mountain further she said, "The wind feels like Nana and you and Daddy and Conley and all our family together, like a huddle, but a good huddle. It feels good and warm."  

Thursday, March 9, 2023

Some rev today about Conlely

 Sometimes I super worry that I'm not teaching him enough like especially about the gospel. Like that he has questions and doubts because of me. These worries have gotten worse since he says he doesn't want to be baptized. I started reading the BoM with him, and he often pushes back, and I told him that I am going to do some things in his life that he doesn't want me to do but that I want to do because they are important to me and important for him. 


But since saying that, I've been having major existential crises about agency and what to teach him. What is true. How we hold up truth. Do I be true to my heart and leave lots of things open ended and optional and grey? This would be following my heart.

Or do I say some stuff is just true and nonnegotiable. I feel like there are more prolems with that approach.


Here is what I felt was revealedto me: "Just love him HIM as a person. Don't proccupy my thoughts and worries. Love him and present and offer neutrally. Don't get omotionally involved in his choices. That is manipulation.

Sunday, June 19, 2022

Best summer ever so far

 It has been the most magical summer. The best parts have been just being home with Conley and Eloise and seeing them play play play together. They color together, build LEGOs together, make forts, write notes, make little books, play on the trampoline, play with the hose (Conley's always telling her to turn it off--I've already instilled in him a fear of wasting water, I guess), look at books, climb on the car. Eloise has been in to filling random stuff up with water for over a year. Making potions, I think. She adores little things, little trinkets. She's a bit of a collector, which sometimes sets off my cleanliness sensor and I get a little crazy. But I just shut her closet door and try to ignore it. 

Eloise has been really sweet to me this summer. During the schoolyear, when she was going to preschool every day (at least this last semester), she got crabby at me. She was bossy and cranky, threw fits. But this summer she has loved spending time with me. She'll come sit by me and want to spend time with me. She talks to me and just says the cutest things. She still doesn't say her Rs, so what she says is just so cute, and still sounds little. She adores reading, really enjoys riding her bike (since Joseph toughed it out and taught her by forcing her to balance on it while he ran next to her down the arroyo--all the while her screaming, "DAD! STOP ME!!!"). 

We've been checking out books along a theme this summer and reading them, then going on a field trip and doing a craft that relates to that theme. It's been fun and we've learned a lot. We went to the dinosaur museum for the dino week; zoo with a scavenger hunt for the animal week; and the Indian Pueblo Cultural Center for the Native American week. This week is Juneteenth/Black American history, which is my favorite. The kids have kept up with the daily schedule pretty well. A couple times a week we'll do workbooks or iPad games too. I just love spending time with them. Eloise likes to go out and is always pleasant when we do so, but we are mostly homebodies. When we go out, Conley gets bored and crabby within an hour or so and asks to go home. He's a super literal guy lately and super logical. I'm working really hard trying to get him to recognize his emotions, take deep breaths, etc. Typing this out reminds me that meditation would be a good things to institute. He's been loving drums and we've been loving it too. He plays every day and is getting better quickly. He pretends to play during primary and matches the rhythm pretty well. 

He's a sweetheart too--especially if he gets to spend the day at home. He loves being home and he loves being with me. It makes me smile to type that. It's true. The other day, I was walking home from dropping off the Prestwiches' car and carrying his booster seat. He met me a block from the house and took the booster seat from me, like a true gentleman. I didn't even ask him to. He almost always does what I ask him to do, especially if it has anything to do with manual labor. He loves figuring stuff out, building stuff, fixing problems, trouble shooting, helping. He never lets me walk alone to or from church. He catches up with me on his bike and stays within 10-15 feet the whole time, just chatting. He tells me funny jokes and about math problems he's figured out. He's starting to understand faith. Even though he doesn't know God is real yet, he says, he still sees the logic in praying and exercising faith in him. It's awesome. I'm grateful for that. I never want him to say or do anything (spiritual or otherwise) because he thinks it's expected of him, or like to make other people happy. I love his authentic heart. He's so much like Joseph that way. Just sweeter:).