2014: Year of the Quilts

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A few months ago I made a little quilt for our sweet new nephew.

Through every stage the girl's oooo-ed and awed over how cute it was and how excited they were to meet the new little guy. They would sit and admire the woodland scene chosen for the backing while I stitched away. All the while they would be saying things like, "Can you make me a quilt? Oh mom I want my own quilt so bad!"

And everytime I thought about making them each one I got overwhelmed and would groan internally - Easy had mentioned me making them quilts before. No was my response. Not going to happen. They have blankets.  Plus, I'm not really a quilter and even worse is that I would have to make 4!


I finally recognized that if I did make them each a quilt they would probably snuggle up to it at night, cherish it forever, and hand it down to their babies. There is so much love that goes into quilting. I should pour some of that into my own daughters, right? Right.

So this is when I gave in and started getting inspired.

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If you follow me on Pinterest maybe you have seen this coming. Eeek! 

I went to look at fabric the other day and after becoming overwhelmed (again) I decided to just take it one at a time. If I don't get them done by this Christmas then I will shoot for 2015. 

Or 2016. 

Or 2017. 

And so on. 

One thing for sure is that little Luke Skywalker is definitely enjoying his. 

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Thorns, Prayer, and Hitting Things


For the past couple of months I have been heading up a committee at church that is in charge of our women's activities. This week we put on a celebration for the birthday of the Relief Society - a women's auxiliary within the church that was originally formed in March of 1842.

In preparation for this event I poured over different talks and articles until I found the following from our church wide conference in Oct 2013 taken from an address given to the women of the church.

There will be times when you will walk a path strewn with thorns and marked by struggle. There may be times when you feel detached—even isolated—from the Giver of every good gift. You worry that you walk alone. Fear replaces faith.

When you find yourself in such circumstances, I plead with you to remember prayer. I love the words of President Ezra Taft Benson concerning prayer. Said he:
“All through my life the counsel to depend on prayer has been prized above almost any other advice I have … received. It has become an integral part of me—an anchor, a constant source of strength, and the basis of my knowledge of things divine. …
“… Though reverses come, in prayer we can find reassurance, for God will speak peace to the soul. That peace, that spirit of serenity, is life’s greatest blessing.”   

President Thomas S Monson

As I read this I sat in awe as I recognized that over the past few months I have personally seen these moments where fear, if allowed, can easily replace faith. 

I couldn't help but recall the current and very real struggles in life amongst my dear friends and family members. 

Financial Stress. 

My heart has ached as I have had conversations with one of our closest friends over her husband's newly diagnosed brain tumor. I have listened to my brother express concern over witnessing his adult daughter make decisions that break his heart. I think of my dear sister-in-law who's new baby (that happens to have the most perfect extra chromosome that you have ever seen) had abdominal surgery within days of his birth and how they spent 6 weeks in the NICU recovering and waiting to take him home. 

The other night at our activity I couldn't help but look around at all of my new dear friends here in CO. As a sister in our ward was speaking to us I realized that no matter how different or isolated or alone we feel in our struggles we are all the same in that we go through them. All of our path's are "strewn with thorns" at one time or another. We struggle and we recover. I felt a lot of strength in that room - I felt the power of women and friends who love and serve one another and most importantly I felt the love of our Savior. 

Somehow as I was sorting through my thoughts a little today and numbing them at the same time I ended up on a blog this morning and read the following: 

Life is brutal. But it’s also beautiful. Brutiful, I call it. 
Life’s brutal and beautiful are woven together so tightly that they can’t be separated. Reject the brutal, reject the beauty. So now I embrace both, and I live well and hard and real.

I love the promise Pres Monson gives that through reverses come reassurances. I admire my husband who is walking, living proof that reassurance and peace come. That even a path strewn with thorns of cancer and the loss of his mother at a young age can be traversed. 

I admire those strong individuals in my live that have overcome and continue to overcome. I am in constant awe of the strength of the human soul.

I thought it fitting the other night at our celebration to not only encourage the reliance on prayer through these times, but also the therapy of just hitting something when things get rough.

I really like to hit things.

It feels so good!!! - remember I have 6 brothers ;)


So I made a piƱata for my dear friends in the Relief Society filled with "adult things" - Hey! Come on you guys! …chapstick, nail files, hand lotion, York peppermint patties, chocolate, etc. Jeez! 

…and we absolutely just beat the hell out of it. 


Talkity Talk

Roo's IEP meeting day. 
She finally consented to be my Valentine after my asking her hours earlier. 
She told me that she had to "think about it."

A few weeks ago I met with the team who have been assessing Roo's speech needs for our final meeting. This was when they summed up her evaluations and presented their plan to me. I went in unsure of what that plan would be and if I would be agreeable to it.

This little road of ours all started when I took her to her 4 year well check and the Dr couldn't understand her. When she asked her name Roo responded with, "Singser" and when she asked what Roo was for Halloween she reported a "swish" (witch). 

I guessed that her needs were borderline, meaning that her speech errors and articulation were somewhat typical for her age developmentally and that her need for therapy was mild - probably due to the fact that I and the rest of our little family know her language and understand about 95% of what she ways. 

As the meeting started I began to see things a little differently. They expressed that some of her errors were non developmental and that about 50% of her speech contained errors and 50% was intelligible. On the Goldman Fristoe Articulation Test she scored an 81 which is below the average range of 85-115. Not absurdly below, but proving that her needs are more moderate than mild. 

All of this work is done through our school district and services for therapy are provided through the district as well. 

To be totally honest with you I am not the biggest fan of preschool.

I don't believe it is necessary for growth and development and I don't believe that it makes all that much of a difference in my child's long term educational progress. I do believe that most children can succeed just fine with out it - given that they have a stable home life, involved parents, and adequate social interactions. 

Up until this appointment I couldn't think of a good enough reason to send her to preschool.

1. She is social - we do swimming, dance class, gymnastics, church etc.
2. I love having her around - meaning that I wasn't dying for "a break" from her.
3. She is very well behaved in learning environments, an excellent listener, and respectful of other adults - as I have seen in Primary at church and in Storytime at the Library.
4. It is expensive! A year of Preschool in CO is the equivalent of some universities.

We had the choice to take the speech services through the school district, which means Pre-K with therapy in the classroom or on our own which would mean me finding a personal therapist and basically doing it all from home on our own resources.

As much as I was leaning toward not wanting to not send her to preschool I couldn't budge the feeling that this was a GOOD thing for her. That she would love it and thrive and gain confidence and blossom. That through therapy in the classroom she would not become frustrated or shy about repeating herself to others so they could understand her better - because she would be working in a group with kids experiencing the same thing!! It wouldn't be a big deal. I knew right hen that I definitely had a good enough reason to send her.

So I signed the papers and our little Roo proudly walked into Pre-K 10 days later with the biggest smile across that sweet face.

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