Count Your MANY Blessings

Recently, we have been trying to get in a better routine. We are quite aware of our need for rest and for blessings from heaven. We also know that we have much to be grateful for each and every day. Sometimes Rick will call on Noah to offer a prayer. Even the prayer before a meal rarely contains a blessing on the food. Usually, it is all about Noah'a dog Da Vinci.

The other night we were kneeling down at the foot of our master bed and Rick had asked Noah to lead us in Family Prayer. He wanted Rick to do it and it went back and forth until Rick suggested that he would help Noah with the prayer if Noah would say it, and so it was decided--THEY would say the prayer. Rick is very eloquent in his prayers and takes his communication with his Father in Heaven most seriously. He is thoughtful and avoids vain repetition that I have been known to succumb to.That is an area I definitely need some work on as my mind tends to wander with the list of things that need to be accomplished.

We have been instructed to "Count our MANY Blessings," and though we find our little family experiencing a few hardships, we still have a very long list of the many tender mercies from a loving Heavenly Father and our Savior, Jesus Christ...and so the counting began...

Rick spoke of being grateful--"we are grateful for our home" and then he would pause and Noah would repeat "we are grateful for our home" in the same sing songy rhythm that Rick would use. I could tell Noah was really listening, because he would make certain adjustments like when Rick said, "bless my mom,"Rick was referring to me--Rick was saying a prayer as Noah would say it, but Noah thought for a moment and then said, "bless Grandma T.," which is Rick's mom.

Then Rick asked for particular blessings--"bless Grandma and Grandpa in their health,...bless my mom with her challenges...bless my dad to find work...bless Noah to be a good student and friend...etc." Noah continued to follow with the worded phrases. I had a great big smile on my heart as I witnessed a father and son in the course of a prayer. Noah would stumble on a few words, and it made the prayer all the more endearing. Rick continued with the prayer, but Noah was ready to be done. He hurried with a few of the phrases and when Rick went on to the next blessing, before Rick could even finish his sentence, Noah took hold of the reigns and blurted over Rick's meek tone "In the Name of Jesus Christ Amen."He was done and when he could see that Rick was no where near wrapping this prayer up, Noah took charge. We couldn't help but laugh.

What I learned from Noah:  Short and sweet is the best kind of prayer for a child.

What I learned from Rick:  He is a great father and wants to teach and lead his son in the direction of righteousness.  I also continue to learn the tone of a heartfelt prayer.

Operation Beautiful

Noah and I took part in "Operation Beautiful" which entailed leaving sticky Post It notes on mirrors, signs, fridges, and anywhere for that matter with the message "You Are Beautiful." Living in a world where Beauty is often defined by shape, size, attractiveness, youth, etc., it can often be discouraging for those of us that do not fit into that mold. The idea is that we are surrounded by Beautiful People...and what makes them Beautiful is the Beauty they possess in their heart.

I think it is a Beautiful Thing that every morning there is a woman standing on the corner to see my child safely across the street. She always has a smile on her face. I think an Educator that cares for my child enough to instill a love and desire for learning is a Beautiful Person. I think the four Hispanic Men that were working in the fields tending to the produce that was soon to be harvested are Beautiful People. Beautiful People are literally everywhere.

I am sure the few followers I have, have heard of NieNie and the NieNie Dialogues. I have not been a regular follower, because 1) I so desperately wanted to find my own voice and 2) It was just too incredibly painful. Nie Nie and her husband, Christian are fortunate to be alive. A year ago, they were in a plane crash. Their bodies badly burned, their hearts badly broken, their mental state badly bruised, their children badly traumatized...It would be a long road before them. Anyone reading Nie Nie's blog could see the Beauty she possessed, not only for her appearance and class, but for the wonderful mother that she was and is today...going above and beyond to celebrate the greatness in the little things of life.

My mother had mentioned to me that it had been a year since the accident and that Nie Nie was hoping to hike to the "Y" with her Mr. Nielson by her side. Curious as to whether or not she was able to achieve this goal, I checked the "Nie Nie Dialogues."There were photos of family and friends as she and Christian made their way to the "Y." I was overcome with emotion. I scrolled down even further and there was a photo of her Mr. Nielson gazing into her eyes and Nie Nie looking up into his, with a smile on her face...and I was humbled. How is it that they are facing such adversity with smiles on their faces and hope in their hearts. As I continued to study the photograph, the words "Now that is Beautiful..." played in my mind. The courage, the memories, the loss, the scars, the heartache, the pain and then to read her words...so positive and uplifting and finding the joy in life. I was utterly amazed and speechless. Beautiful Moments take your breath away and I was having one.

What I learned from Noah: Operation Beautiful was defined in a whole new light.

What I learned from Nie Nie and her Mr. Nielson: Love is the most Beautiful Thing of all and though the flames of fire can nearly take away your face, it does not have to take away your Beauty.

Firsts

Noah had his First Day of First Grade at a new school and a public one at that. It is our First experience with a Year Round School and by default, he is on D Track( which is awesome, because his friends are also on that Track.) Noah met with his Teacher, Miss Snow. She is a First Year Teacher. He found his desk and saw that there were some names he knew from his Primary Class--another First. Noah's Dad, Mom, and Da Vinci, walked Noah to school and that was a REAL FAMILY First.

Noah had his First shot at School Supply Shopping (always my favorite part of the Back to School Season and also the event I missed when he was attending a Private School.) He is a big spender when it is not his money. Target was our Target and School Supplies was the section. An hour later and Rick still waiting in the car, Noah was ready to begin the school year.

I awoke to fix Noah a warm breakfast of scrambled eggs, while Rick took care of some grooming essentials. I thought he looked so handsome. My beautiful baby boy is no longer a baby--he's in First Grade. His Father, Rick, gave him a wonderful Father's Blessing--words of encouragement and hope for us all. Rick, kindly gave me a Blessing as well, that I might be the Mother Noah needs me to be. We began our day out right. It may have not been a First, but it is a rarity. Often we are running around searching for something.

His red backpack and lunch were packed and he was ready to walk and roll on his chariot. It was rather entertaining for our little family. Noah was excited for his day of FIRSTS. Lots of love and good luck my boy.

What I learned from Noah:  Setting all FIRSTS aside...no matter what, he is growing up.

R*E*S*P*E*C*T My Hammmeee Downs

Maybe it is because Noah has worn uniforms for the past two years, or maybe it is because his clothes come in boxes via Postman. Whatever the reason, he loves to receive clothes! The moment a box arrives, his hands go for the scissors. He just can't wait to tear inside and see the wonderful items of clothing and though they have been worn by many, they are NEW to him. I was hoping to convince him to at least open the box where we could put the items away, (his bedroom) but I wasn't fast enough. He was pulling out and trying on clothes...throwing them here and putting them there. (Now we have a messy room to go with all the New Clothes.) "Shut your eyes mom...now open!!! What do you think?" and though the clothes came from his Aunt Helena's care, there is no mistaking...with one big whiff "Mom, these clothes still smell like the Bodines!" (He says happily and so I know that is a good thing.)

This particular package of clothing was an extra blessing. Due to unfortunate circumstances, Noah will not return to Carden Memorial this year, which means he will not be wearing a school uniform. I remember the Back to School Shopping of my day and oh how I wished I could give that to Noah.   Three days before his first day of first grade at Jordan Ridge, this box comes. One thing about Aunt Helena, she has perfect timing and amazing inspiration. I felt like my Back to School Shopping came to us. There was one pair of white Perry Ellis pants. They were definitely fancier than he has ever worn.  He felt the smooth material. His eyes big with surprise. He quickly ran behind his bed for modesty. He was so animated as he put these pants on and then he blurted out, "OOhhhh, now my dad will give me some respect...huh mom." I couldn't contain the laughter. Noah was going to get his dad's respect because he had cool duds?

For the most part, we will be fine without the uniform, in fact it may even be a fresh change. Noah is bound to keep us entertained with his determination to wear his clothes the way he likes them. I will often set out something to wear and find it still where I left it. Noah will come around the corner in his own concoction and may I say he has an eye...an eye for what... I am not sure. One Sunday morning he appeared in a maroon shirt, under a bright red sweater vest, with a pair of gray wool pants, cowboy boots and accessorized with a Santa Claus tie...mind you, it was the beginning of June. As many will tell me "Learn to pick your battles" and though this was one I was willing to fight, keeping the spirit of the Sabbath was also important. It was all I could do not to think that others were questioning my ability to parent.

There have been times when he has set out his own clothes to wear the following day. He is very meticulous and methodical about it. One of his favorite outfits was the camoflauge shirt, olive green pants and army dog tag. If he wants to be the cool of cool, he just puts on his shark tooth necklace. Noah is his own person and he has taught me to respect his choices and his hammeees (I don't know when it was that I learned it was "hand me downs" and not "hammeee downs" but that is not the point.)

What I learned from Noah: He loves new clothes no matter how old they are...he can make almost anything look handsome...and he wants a little R*E*S*P*E*C*T.

One Golden Night, One Golden Family

My sister will sometimes have what she calls the "after vacation blues."I think it is just a plain "Hebgen Lake Withdrawal."I don't stay nearly as long as she does and I am experiencing a withdrawal right now.

Honestly, there is something MAGICAL and SPECIAL about THAT PLACE, and this year I felt it to the extent of my inner core. Maybe it is not that THE PLACE is MAGICAL so much as the Pete and Michelle Bodine Family and Howard and Lisa Hart Family have created MAGIC for THAT PLACE.

Is it because they know how to make every moment count?

Is it because they have opened their minds to the wonders of nature, not just viewing it, but learning and applying it?

Is it because every year they have a craft from shrink art jewelry to felt paintings, hair wraps, friendship bracelets, fleece blankets, crochet hats, window art, jewelry made of washers and scrapbook paper and who knows what else?

Is it because every morning it is a guaranteed smooth ski or wave surf?

Is it the incredulous storms that appear late in the afternoons?

Is it the wildlife...the star gazing?

Is it the visits to West for the Playmill, loud laughter and homemade fudge?

Is it the wildlife tee shirt of the year?

Is it the fact that their generosity extends to families and friends, and then when guests come, they make everyone feel like family?

Is it because of the late night games and stories?

Is it because there is a wide variety of activities (4 wheeling, biking, hiking, nature walks, snipe hunting, bat counting, treasure hunts, wave runners, boating, tube rides, skiing, wave surfing and wake boarding, BOB, fishing, floating the Madison, visiting the sites, smores, picnicking, etc.)

Is it the cozy meals and cramped sleeping quarters?

Is it the quaint, charming decor of the cabin?

Is it the fact that their warmth and friendliness include the surrounding neighbors? (I am almost positive others plan their summer stay around when the Bodines/Harts will be there.)

Is it because they have improved and brought needed changes like a newer, safer stairs and boat dock?

Is it because there is still a spiritual component in discussion and attending sacrament meetings in the Park and in West?

Is it because my nieces and nephews are the coolest, the funnest, the hippest and blow cool over the edge?

Is it because every bathroom is chalk full of Bath and Body Works Lotions, Soaps, Shampoos, a rainbow of Venus Razors and toothbrushes?

Is it because there is a system, a real house of order that is set so that everyone pitches in and takes part and a certain amount of that system also is devoted to flexibility and spontanaiety?

Is it because even the Chipmunk has a place, a name (Davey) and feels welcome there?

Is it because you get to learn new words and phrases (random, awkward moment, retro, metro, bcote?)

Is it the "hot cocomotion" and the "whip creamer?"

Is it the array of desserts? (oreos and whip cream? peanut butter spread atop cookies? fudge stripe smores? "Bring it to the Idaho Fair."

Is it the contagious laughs, the infectious smiles and allergy sniffles?

Is it because the stars appear to shine brighter and be more numerous?

Is it because the sounds of the city and the fast pace of the world are put on hold to enjoy moments of a higher nature?

Is it because the Adults get to act like Children (Howard in floral swim cap and two ski Tuesday) and Children get to act like Adults?(like when Mallory was asked to move the car and Noah gets to drive mom on the wave runner)

Is it because there are unlimited opportunities for fantabulous photo shoots and pictures?

Is it the magnificent sunrises and brilliant sunsets?

Is it the "grow a moose" in a bucket of water?

Is it because Madeline is a Playmill Star and the rest of the Family is a Star Audience?(literally received their own ovation from the Cast when they came through the door)

Is it because there is a personal library brought to the cabin and a few classic dvd's for wholesome entertainment?

Is it the bronze tan and golden highlights in your hair that give you a look of refreshemnt, revival and relaxation?

Is it the night swims, the swim to the point, the brave jaunt off the steep blue slide?

Is it the warmth of tradition?

Is it the fact that you are reminded that "families are forever" and there is no one else I would rather be forever with?

Is it all of the above and more? Yes, and so much more that words escape me. This year I would say there was a bonus

--One Golden Moment for One Golden Family--for one glorious evening every sibling shared an evening together with their amazing parents in their Golden Years of Life.

One can only be too grateful for those making these MAGICAL MOMENTS possible.

What Noah and I learned from the Bodines and Harts: Hebgen never loses it's MAGIC.

Low Visibility

Rick was not the Utah Senior Open Champ of 2009, but when he climbed in our car, he returned to being the champion husband and father. It was quite the ride and I have labeled this one "Low Visibility." They forecast called for high winds, but this was unbelievable. The wind was blowing sand, salt, and who knows what else making driving conditions exciting, but dangerous. Naturally, being obsessed with the complexities of nature, I was snapping photos left and right. Let's just say it was a good thing I was not driving. The photos did not do justice to the scene we witnessed first hand.

It wasn't long before the white turned to orange. This was something different, but again, the visibility was low, I was clicking pictures, and Noah "oooing" and "awing"from the back seat only added to the anticipation. This just had to be a fire and though, we couldn't see one, the effects were eerily cool. I love changing skies and mysterious events.

What I learned from Noah:  He was glad I was not driving as well and he loves the thrills of nature and has as many questions as his mother.

Guard Those West Wendover ASSETS

My husband, the defending Champ of the Utah Senior Open, extended an invitation for us to accompany him again. Another year, another golf tournament, another chance... I am proud of my husband and wanted to offer my support. I had a Tuesday Night Group Meeting and appointment and he had a Wednesday 9:00 a.m. Tee Time. How could we make this work? Rick and his pal, Lester decided to go the night before. It was too late for me to schedule a babysitter while I attended my evening committments and so Noah decided to ride with the guys...two gentlemen in Wendover?? Mmmm maybe Noah would be an ASSET. Gambling and late nights would be difficult with a youngin' around. Naturally, I would miss them and the pressure would be on me to awake before the dawn so that I might make it to Wendover before Rick's Tee Time.

The morning came all too soon. I was on my way heading West down a long stretch of road. As I pulled to the edge of town, I wondered about this little place of Wendover that sits on the border of Utah and Nevada. The Utah Open would be in the Nevada part. There wasn't much to this seemingly small town, but with Noah around, there is always something to do.

I arrived at the Rainbow, met up with Rick and Noah. I then delivered Rick to Toana Vista Golf Course and saw that it was the only green in this desert land. Noah and I had the day. Swimming would be the absolute top of the list. If we wanted an outdoor pool, we had to travel to Montego Bay. It wasn't far, but it wasn't convenient either and Noah was bothered by the elderly folk that didn't want to be splashed. He let me know that our next swim would be the indoor pool at the Rainbow.

That evening, there was a special dinner for the golfers and their companions. There would be a short program, a few honors and awards. Noah was in a room full of adults. That did not seem to bother him as he hangs with his adult parents all the time. Rick's pal Lester is an Attorney. Noah had established a relationship with him on the ride out the night before. (Commercial Break)Noah has also wanted to watch a few certain movies over and over again. I have let him know my reasons of not approving of his choices, most of it being because of the language. He was always asking, "Mom what's an a$$30!@ ? or what is a sh**head ?" I did not even like hearing him use those words in his innocence and so I started saying every time we heard a swear word, "Please don't ever say that, that is a bad word."

So we are sitting around the table with a group of golfers. Lester had a story he wanted to tell this group of guys. Lester says, "and I needed to help this guy protect his ASSETS." Noah immediately piped up, "Ah you said a bad word." The poor Attorney tried to explain what ASSETS were, but every time he used the word ASSETS, Noah would talk over him, "bad word, bad word that's a bad word."To watch Lester finagle his way out of that one was a sight to see. The more Lester tried to explain ASSETS, the deeper the hole he dug for himself. The whole table of men folk found Lester being called out by a kid... and though he didn't speak the bad word...it was hilarious.

So just what are West Wendover's ASSETS? Noah and I drove around the little town in search of them and this is what we discovered:
*Well, if you stay at the Rainbow, you do not need to put on sunscreen when you take a swim because the pool is indoors.The water is also unbelievably cold even though Noah thought it was refreshing.
*Noah was sure that this was the little town in which CARS the movie was filmed and if not CARS, then TREMORS (a movie about huge worms terrorizing a little town starring Kevin Bacon)
*I always look forward to the friendly wave of the giant cowboy that stands ready to greet any visitors

*There's one grocery store and that saves you the comparison shopping
*The Golf Course really adds a bit of color
*The Buffets, that is if you like food
*Huge open parking lots for riding on chariots
*Interesting fire hydrants

*Desert Views
*Junior and Senior High School in the same building
*Exercise TV if you can't make it to the exercise room because of an underage child
*Tinted windows (don't have to be bothered with protective eye wear)
*Huge Jaw Breakers in small gift shops. Noah wanted one of those ginormous Jaw Breakers real bad. I took one look at the price and then saw the size of it--there was no way Noah could get his mouth around that thing. "N-O spells No and I mean NO!" So what did my bright little boy do? He licked it. Yep, he licked it and voiced rather loud, "Now you have to buy it."

It is obvious the citizens of Wendover hope you will spend time and money in the Casinos gambling. There were big beautiful flat screen TV's, but the remotes didn't work. There were Mario games, but you had to pre pay at the front desk and then hope you would be refunded for the amount of time not used. There was no Wireless Internet, oh unless you had a credit card. I didn't!!! I searched the hotel room drawers--no postcards, no stationary, no room service menu, no visitor information which meant a a run to the gift shop and restaurants. Their greatest ASSET is mankind's weakness--GAMBLING!

What I learned from Noah: Some ASSETS can sound like bad words, but is usually something good.