Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Partial Family Vacation

We returned last night from the perfect little getaway. It was to be a Riches Family Reunion at the Church’s Campsite in Heber. The reunion portion was rather sad, as only 16 of the 32 Riches family members were able to make it.

I suppose that when you plan something for and Monday and Tuesday the last week of August, anyone with children in school won’t be able to make it. Truly, what child wants to miss the first day of school?

However, you will hear no complaints from me, as the smaller numbers meant that I didn’t have to sift through as many people when trying to determine where each of my children were.

Carly is such a busy-body that you can’t take your eyes off of her for more than 2 minutes or she will be gone. It’s as though Carly is constantly watching me waiting for me to turn around so she can make her great escape. When she gets the chance, she knows full well what she is doing as you can see her laughing all the way and checking back every moment or so to make sure that she has a good enough lead on you.

This was like no campsite I had ever been to! Although, there are some who would say that it isn’t truly “camping” there...I say...go hug a tree. This was MY style of camping. At our particular site, there were two cabins.

Each cabin had 16 bunks in them and 4 of them were partitioned off. Those partitioned areas made for perfect little rooms tucked away for the pack ‘n’ play, thus allowing the youngest ones to keep to their ever-so-important schedules and getting their naps (thank heaven for naps).

We had our own little covered pavilion with nice clean picnic tables and a storage area equipped with a refrigerator and shelves. I can’t forget to mention the nice cook tops they provided as well as the sink with hot and cold water. It would be silly of me to forget to tell you about the building that housed the shower stalls and toilets. Yes, this was definitely my kind of camping.

We arrived Monday in the late morning hours and were able to set up camp (un-load the blankets and food...no tents to pitch or fires to get started), put Carly down for a nap and enjoy an impromptu lunch of Chicken Wraps with veggies and chips. There was no shortage on food at this camp site!


The rain began to fall and it was a little bit chilly, so we headed into the other bunk house and started a game of Phase 10. That game lasts almost as long as Monopoly does! That’s not a game for the faint of heart (or the overly competitive either). Hail followed and it just seemed perfect to have this type of weather in the mountains. It reminded me so much of Hawaii (you know how it rains almost every day there, but not for long). Especially when the clouds broke and the sun shone down through the windows.

When I couldn’t get to phase 3 after about 8 attempts, we gathered the children and began a little nature hike down to the lake. I was absolutely astonished at the pace Abigail kept and her cheery disposition the whole walk. She never complained and just kept moving along singing her songs and talking to herself and the trees and anything else that would listen. Carly was a trooper off and on, needing a little break after her chubby little legs had worn themselves out. She really surprised me in that she runs as fast as our long legs walk and I was out of breath just keeping up with her on those hills. Connor was okay on the way there(smelling every flower he found)...the way back was another story. We need to work on his endurance a bit.


Upon arrival at the lake, we were the only souls there, save the two missionaries who were keeping an eye on things. They offered to let us ride in the paddle boats and there was one just the perfect size for our family of 5. With Connor and Abi in the back and Carly lounging in between Todd and I, we peddled our way around the little lake. My legs are sore today...always a sign that I should be working out a little harder than I currently am (What? Running up and down the stairs isn’t enough of a work-out?).

There was a sand pit near the lake that the kids made good use of getting sand in ever single crack and crevice of their little bodies.



I noticed that Carly’s rear seemed more wet than normal, so we decided to head back to camp to change her diaper. She must have soaked up everything in the boat, because half way up the trail, no one wanted to hold her because the holder would then get drenched. So, off came her diaper and we let the little thing romp around with her rear airing out for the deer and dragonflies to see (yes, we did spot a deer or two). There is just something so adorable about a baby’s bottom, isn’t there? Especially one that has super fat legs! Remind me again why it isn’t so cute on me?

Once we made it to the camp...practically dragging the kids up the last hill, more of the family started to arrive. This meant DINNER TIME!!!! YUM!!!! Mom had made Sloppy Joe’s for us. Of course, there are always those few little ones who will vent out loud...LOUDLY...that they don’t like what is being offered for dinner. It sure made me feel good when, for once, it wasn’t Connor doing the complaining about the meal placed in front of him.

Speaking of little ones speaking, I absolutely had to crack up when my little nephew Thor blurted out, over his meal that he was gladly eating “You should have heard my mom when she said that these were great directions on how to get here. She didn’t mean it in a nice way either.” Andrea started up and sweetly whispered something in Thor’s ear. The truth is, the directions weren’t very good as there was construction and a detour wasn’t obviously marked. Andrea had reason to say that….we were all just thinking it (not to mention that the 45 minute drive we had planned on was actually 1 hour and 45 minutes). So poor Andrea pulled her kids up to Heber, on the first day of school and would be turning around that evening to do the same. I would have been a tad bit frustrated as well.. We tried to text and call her to tell her the drive wasn’t worth it, but there is no connection in the great outdoors of that area.

We played a great game of whiffle ball...I could manage this game as the bases were a short distance apart and there is just something magical about a whiffle bat and ball. Everyone can hit it! And, I am not afraid of getting hit with that little white ball with the holes in it, it can’t cause too much damage, can it?

To try to make Andrea’s kids time more worthwhile, after dinner was cleaned up and out of the smelling reach of any black bears, we headed back down to the lake. This time I forced Connor and Carly in the car with Tish and her kids. I wasn’t ready to carry the whole 33 pounds that is Carly back to the lake and definitely didn’t want to deal with Connor who was now cranky because Carly woke him from his sweet slumber.

On the walk down it was fun to hear the little boys excitement as to what they were seeing and what they would get to do when we got down to the lake. I sure have cute nieces and nephews.

We started a rousing game of volleyball. I avoided the ball when it scared me (yes, covering my face with m y hands and dodging the ball) and didn’t play round one very long...mostly blaming it on Carly and the fact that she was making herself at home on the picnic bench of another group trying her best to make cute faces and get some food for herself. She is worse than all of those little chipmunk’s when scrounging for food.

Someone must have sensed my exhaustion when they saw me holding little baby Jack (who is definitely NOT little as seen in these photos) and dragging Carly back from trying to run into the center of the Volleyball game by the hood on her jacket. They subbed me BACK into the game. This time I was ready to conquer! I totally hit the ball a few times and only coward from it a few times. I have the bruises on my hand and arms to prove that I made contact with the ball.

The game eventually dissolved, as did the energy to hike back home. So, fewer of us hiked back...but not Abi! She trekked right on with us singing her songs (Single Ladies, Tomorrow, Give A Little Whistle, Let’s Get It Started, Popular, Apologize) the whole way and telling us about the tigers that are in the jungle.

It was a wonderfully exhausting day. Andrea and her kids headed back home and we got the little kids settled into their bunks. We thought they would just go to sleep that easily. I had a monitor in our cabin so we could hear what they were up to while we finished our game of Phase 10. I think we had to go in another 4 times to tell the kids to be quiet and go to bed. Finally on the 5th try I just sat in there with the lights off and kept saying “shh” everytime someone spoke up. Eventually they all fell asleep and we were able to continue on our “game that never ends.” At phase 9, none of us wanted to continue. Our eyes wouldn’t stay open any longer, so we agreed that mom won the game and each of us settled into our beds.

I was afraid that one of my kids would wake up in the night and I wouldn’t be close enough by, so I slept in the bunk with the kids, so did Tish. Her kids slept oh-so-soundly. Connor joined me in bed only 10 minutes after I got settled and curled himself up into a ball at the top of my head, like a cat. A BIG cat. A cat that gets mad when you try to make them sleep like a human. So, I didn’t sleep too well, especially when I heard the grasses rustling outside our window. I could have sworn that a bear was going to come into our cabin and take all of our children away and use them in their next Bear Circus Side Show (it was a dream, a vivid dream).

Carly woke up bright and early doing her beautiful and throaty yells. So I scooped her up as fast as I could so that she wouldn’t wake anyone else. It was 6:30am. I let her lead me on a little tour of the campsite and practice her yells in the pavilion that provided for excellent echoing (my kids love to hear their own voice, especially when it is raised to a level they aren’t allowed to use in the house). I am guessing that the others in our camp heard her yelling, as they started to venture out of the cabins and gather under the eating pavilion for some of those gigantic muffins and O.J.

The rain was coming down hard and long by this point. There wasn’t too much we could do, and Carly was ready for another nap (you would be too if you were up that early and had been for an early morning hike). I put that little baby down and we all went into the other cabin where we played a variety of games that are always much more entertaining when the oldest of the kids is 4 and they just don’t get it. Hide & Seek (they jump out and say “here I am” when asked where they are), Duck, Duck, Goose (your heart doesn’t really race when they just sit down as soon as you stand up to chase them), Button, Button, Who’s Got The Button (those teeny tiny hands can’t cover a button so well, we all knew who had it). Eventually we let the kids just run around and go crazy while the adults played Hearts.

The rain gave way to blue skies and we headed to the challenge course. This truly was my favorite part of the whole...I keep wanting to call it weekend, but it wasn’t on a weekend….I will call it vacation. I was the first to hike up the rope ladder, walk across the wire bridge and fly down the zip line. I am glad I went first, as I probably would have psyched myself out of doing it if I hadn’t gone first.




Might I add that those harnesses we have to wear do nothing for your figure...especially a male figure.


Oh well, we all looked goofy. Except for the kids, they looked darling! The missionaries let the kids put on a harness and had them swinging around. All of the kids loved it except for Abigail. She wasn’t too sure about the whole thing.




The next challenge was walking across a series of tight ropes tied between trees. Each wire was about a foot off of the ground and we had to get our whole group across...including the children. They all did pretty well, considering their attention spans and that it was time for naps again.

At about the second tree, Abi needed to reach out for my hand and walk across the rope to make it to the third tree. I had my right hand on the tree to give me support and reached my left arm as far as it would go to her. She was afraid to let go of the tree supporting her, but she didn’t realize all she had to do was stretch her right hand out a little further and she could reach me. I started to feel heart broken when tears formed in her eyes and she cried out, “Mommy, just grab my hand.” I couldn’t reach any further, she was the one that needed to. It was one of those epiphany type moments when I realized that our Savior has reach out has far as he can, and done all for us possible. The remainder is in our hands to reach out just a little bit further than our comfort zone and we can accomplish great things.

The kids had just about had it by this point (nerves and all) and we completed just one more task...the spider web. This one was a little bit easier and more fun for the kids as all they had to do was be passed through a small hole and not touch the sides.

The trip was coming to a close and we cleaned up camp and loaded up our vehicles. Grateful for the time we got to spend together and that no one needed to go to the Emergency Room and no need to stop at a First Aid Station.

Just two solid days of fun family togetherness.

Family….isn’t it about time?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Foul Mouth

Yesterday I went to see the movie “Julie and Julia.” It was an adorable movie that had me smiling through nearly the entire thing, and laughing out loud (I feel sorry for the people sitting around me, as I did, unwillingly, snort a few times) at the many humorous moments in the show.


There were two beautiful and admirable love stories portrayed. I love it when married people are mostly happy and stay happy (all the while working through the curve balls life throws at us). And they do things for one another that encourage happiness.


What I didn’t like was Hollywood’s need to use a certain profanity that I can’t even read or it sticks into my mind like glue, thus wanting to infiltrate my personal vocabulary and come spewing out uncontrollably (more on that to come later).


It bothered me even more that the person who said it was living in a generation of time where I didn’t think that word was probably even used as widely as it is in today’s society...so why put it in at all? I asked my mom if she was familiar with that word being used commonly during that era (no, I am not trying to age my mom...she does that beautifully on her own. It just so happens that she was alive during that time. Maybe she was only 10, but she was alive...maybe the worst word she used at that age was “shut-up.”).


This opened up a whole new realm of vulgarities that I have not heard my mom ever say before, such as:


Butt

Crap

Screwed

Pissed Off

Sucked


Okay, so, she only said “butt,” but, whatever.


As a child those words were some of the forbidden words we were not allowed to say (please add additional ones in the comment section if I have forgotten any that your mother forbade). These are so very common in today’s society, that they do not change the rating of a movie and I often times hear cute little 5 year olds saying them regularly. They still offend my mother. I love her for that.


I like that when my mom came over the other day to watch my kids, she was offended by “Madagascar 2” and their flippant use of crude words. And shortly after Abi was born and she was visiting me in Boston, she turned off “A Bug’s Life” because they were talking about poo. She is wonderful! I truly mean that. I wish that there were people like her editing the movies nowadays. We would have nothing to cover our ears about, and nothing to fear when our kids started quoting lines from a movie while eating dinner at an acquaintances home (although, it is INCREDIBLY adorable when they start sining songs from Annie, a la Abi).


Interestingly enough, before going to the movie, I had admitted to my mother that I had cussed at Abi just that afternoon (yet another unsuccessful moment in potty training). I needed my mother’s stamp of assurity that I hadn’t scarred my beautiful little daughter for life.


I got a gleaming gold stamp.


My mother proceeded to tell me that she never used profanities until she became a mother. Oh, how true that is! I can count on my hand the number of times I had ever sworn before I had children (once at Todd for being a tease and once at a bee for stinging me). Now I find myself needing to use restraint at least daily (potty training reeks havoc on a mother).


I had to apologize to a friend the other day for using a profanity in front of his child. Let me set up the scene of the accident:


2pm, I had just finished cleaning the entire house. Vacuumed, dusted, straightened, folded and put away laundry, that kind of clean. I had sent the girls and the youngest of the boys I was watching downstairs to play in what I like to call the “wreck” room. Meaning...do whatever you want down there...I don’t care. You can’t see it from the living room, and I don’t have to step over the toys to get through the day. I love having an unfinished basement with young, potty-training children.


I walked into Connor’s room to encourage him and his friend to go down and watch a movie and play with the toys that I had just neatly arranged and put on the shelves (because we know that kids LOVE to play with toys in a clean toy room more than they do in a dirty one, but the idea of keeping the room clean to always enjoy it is another thing), when the sigh before my eyes had me fuming.


I yelled out, “What the hell happened in here?”


Bombs must have exploded in Connor’s drawers sending his clothes from one end of the room to the other. You couldn’t see the floor. Not kidding.


Then I felt bad.


I made them help me shove all of the clothes back in the drawers (not caring if they went into the proper drawer so angry that the clothes I had just spent all morning folding and neatly putting away were no longer looking as organized as I had made them to be and more angry because the time it took for them to pull them out of the drawers was 1/32 the amount of time for me to put them in there).


Of course, I know who the culprit was, as Connor is a clean freak and can’t stand for his room to be a mess. It was Abi. She is a mess maker..and so is Carly. They must have teamed up and done the damage together. I love them both. Terribly. But asking Abi to come help clean up right then would have only resulted in a good swat on her rear in front of the friend who just heard me cuss and the room taking 6 hours to get back into shape (Abi’s a singer and a dawdler and any project of the cleaning nature isn’t nearly as entertaining as the scene in the nursery from Mary Poppins...despite the fact that Abi does sing while cleaning...okay, so that IS a little entertaining and cute). I wasn’t ready for that, just yet.


I apologized to Connor’s friend who assured me he had heard much worse.


I felt better.


When the boys’ dad came to pick up his poor sons that I had ruined for life, I explained everything that happened and he just laughed confirming that he did, on more than one occasion, let foul words slip out of his mouth in front of his children.


I am not trying to justify my PG-13 rating. I would like to try to be a little more PG.


However, if I was PG, then I would be perfect.


If I was perfect, then I would be translated.


If I was translated, then who babysit all of the neighbors kids?


See, I didn’t say “raise my kids” or “fix dinner” or “clean my house” because Todd has proven on more than one occasion that he is very capable of doing these things on his own. And, maybe…..just maybe, he would find a wife that would be….rated G!!!!


I mean, honestly….I can’t just give up and let my children have perfection! They wouldn’t know happiness because they haven’t known misery (the kind I inflict when one wakes me from a nap). They wouldn’t know good health because they had never been flicked in the forehead for yelling too much.


My children need me just the way I am. And when my girls come to me one afternoon after having had a rough day with their own children, I can laugh with them and remind them too, that they survived it all, despite the things I said or did.


Oh goodness, Abi just came in and said, “Ow! There is something in my bum.” I was waiting for her to say “butt.” Good...it must not be in my common vocabulary enough for her to use it.


Thanks mom, for not scarring me for life and for teaching me that having a few minor imperfections makes it possible to laugh at ourselves and laugh with others when they experience the same things.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Weddings

I have just completed the layouts for my wonderful sister-in-laws guest sign in book and album.

Do you want a few sneak peeks (I hope you don't mind, Kel)?
All photos were taken by Jennifer Fauset.

Kelli (the bride-to-be) is a beautiful little thing that I have known since she was a small little spit-fire. I feel so blessed to have been around to watch her grow into an amazingly talented, patient, kind and mature woman. The man she is about to marry dotes on her and you can just feel the love he has for her radiating from him. I couldn't be happier for them, as this Thursday they will be sealed in the Salt Lake Temple.

Sitting here at the computer, listening to "The Luckiest" makes me recall the time prior to and the day of my own wonderful wedding to Todd. Todd and I have had a little over 11 years together and through those years I have learned so much about myself and life. Man, I was immature. It's a miracle that Todd would have even wanted to marry me...at 18! I am the luckiest.

Over time, we have had ups and downs. Our life has had moments of sheer joy, hard choices, frustration and adventure. Of course, I couldn't have had any of these incredible experiences or been led down the path that has laid us in front of so many amazing friends that have afforded me these lessons without having been married to Todd. I suppose it is good that he married me when I was so immature as I was able to mature beside someone that would stick beside me through all the silliness that comes along with knowing me (I used "me" too many times in that sentence....forgive ME).

So, for my sweet friend Kelli...here is some "advice" I've picked up along the way. Of course take it as you wish from someone who is still learning (okay, so I can't take credit for all of the thoughts, as I am not deep enough to conjure them up on my own...but they apply):

-Keep a "happy thoughts/kind gestures" journal. I remember when I was first married and frustrated, I would sob and write in a journal all of my selfish and sad moments. Focusing only on the "bad." I hesitate even opening that journal now. Think if I had focused all of my energy on sifting through the negative or annoying things going on and keeping only those things that really brought me happiness and inspired me to love Todd even more. Now, that is one book that I wouldn't hesitate opening time and time again. Never afraid if anyone found it, grateful if they did.

-Read every romantic novel you can and remind yourself that you have your "Mr. Darcy" or your "Mr. Knightly." Remember that there was once a moment that he swept you off of your feet, at least enough to make your mind forget the practical (according to the world) and actually get married!

-FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE: It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

-It's okay to think differently. It's okay to have different hobbies. Just be sure to encourage one another and be their biggest cheering section. How else do you think Todd got through school (oh, that's right...he had a goal in mind and set to it)?

-Success in marriage does not come merely through finding the right mate, but through being the right mate. ~Barnett R. Brickner

-You've chosen your love...now, love your choice.

I know that looking from the outside in, I may not be the best candidate to give marriage advice. So, it would be kind if you would at least accept the ones that have someone elses name by them.