Monday, May 28, 2012

Remember, they are learning...


I had a good friend visiting this weekend.  While she was here we talked about the fact that everyone has their own parenting style.  She asked me what my "style" was and I explained a few basic ideas I try to stick to:

  • Say "no" as little as possible, but when I do say "no" know why I'm saying it.
  • Be gentle but firm.
  • Give/show lots of love.

I was realizing later that there is one overarching idea that governs my parenting, especially when the kids are acting up.  It is this:

Remember, they are learning.


If I can remember this while I am parenting I can always parent in a better way.  I can remember that they are trying to figure things out instead of being irritated that they don't already know it.

Here is a simple example.  When Morgan is lying on her floor crying because making her bed is "just too hard" I have several approaches to choose from:

1.  I can white-knuckle patience.  This never goes well because inevitably I will be "nice" at the beginning and then when she doesn't change her behavior, and fast, I get irritated that she doesn't appreciate how "patient" I'm being and then I parent poorly.

2.  I can just get irritated that she's whining and crying about a task as simple as making her bed and bully her into doing it. "Just make it now before I give you something to really cry about!"

3. I can be degrading. "Look, we all have to make our beds, it's not like it's hard to do. Just wait until you have to take care of a whole family, then you'll know what hard is."

But here is what I try to do (I'm not always perfect at this, but I do try):

4.  I look at Morgan and remember things that feel hard to me.  Times that I want to cry or have cried because things just seem "too hard".  I have to get to that place emotionally before I proceed or else I will still be in "white knuckle patience mode" and it will be fake. Once I get my heart to the right place emotionally, then I lay down on the floor next to her and say, "Sometimes making your bed just feels really hard doesn't it?"  and she'll say, "YES!"  And I say, "I know.  Sometimes I hate making my bed."  Then I'll gather her in my arms and tell her it's okay to feel that way.  Then I tell her we should cry really hard about it for 1 minute.  "Let's try to get all our crying out and then we'll make the bed."  Usually she finds it quite hard to cry at this point because she already feels so much better being validated in her emotions.  And if she tries to cry she ends up laughing.  And then making her bed doesn't seem quite so hard.

She's learning.  She's learning how to deal with emotions.  She's learning how do tasks like making her bed.  And if I'm just yelling at her instead of teaching her, how will she ever learn?

I try to remember this when my kids:

  • Can't sit still.
  • Fight with each other.
  • Spill the milk.
  • Have messy rooms.
  • Don't listen to me.
  • Are dishonest.
  • Cry over things that seem small.
  • Want to "help" me with things.
And more.  

They are learning.  And if I can remember that they are learning and I'm their teacher then I take my role more seriously.  If they are struggling then perhaps I need to step up my teaching.  

I also try to allow TIME for the learning process to happen and not expect perfection when a lesson has been taught.  

Some things take awhile to really learn.

…Like parenting. :)




Wednesday, May 23, 2012

White and SO Nerdy...

So I've noted, as of late, that it's actually kind of cool to be "nerdy".

Everyone claims, "Oh, I'm such a nerd.  I love comic books and movies like "The Avengers".

Geek chic is way in.

People, when nerdy-ness is the norm, it's not nerdy.

I think we have lost site of what true nerds look like, so let me help you out.

They look like this:


And they do things like this: 

True nerds spend their weekend, while their kids are away with their dad, staying home and putting together a "mystery puzzle".  

This puzzle had a story and a code we had to crack... and crack it we did!

We had two weekend-nights completely kid free and Shane said we could do anything we wanted and I said, "I want to stay home and do a puzzle and eat brownies and ice cream."

Luckily Shane likes to do that too!

So if it's cool to be a nerd then Shane and I are the coolest.  Unfortunately I think it's only cool to be a certain type of nerd and I do believe I have missed the boat on that.

Oh well, truth's out…

I'm a nerd!

…And shut your face if you're making rude comments like "I already knew that."  You can only know it once I reveal it. :)

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Nigar & Bedar...



Shane has a really cool job.

He teaches people from all over the world.

We now have friends from China, Kurdistan, Iraq, Japan, Brazil, Russia, Korea, etc.  You name it and Shane more than likely has a friend from there. (Yep, even Mongolia!)

I suppose you could say he teaches them English, but really he teaches them hope.

He fills them with courage.

And he inspires them to do more.

He is a really great teacher (and I promise you that is more than my unbiased opinion…it's a fact :) ).

Every semester he usually has one or two very special students.

Bedar (the guy in this picture) was in his class last year and I remember Shane telling me about him.  This year, as chance would have it, Nigar (Bedar's wife) happened to be placed in Shane's class as well.

Bedar and Nigar are from Kurdistan.

If you don't know where Kurdistan is and are as geographically challenged as I am, it is actually partially inside 4 different countries: Iraq, Turkey, and two other places that I can't remember right now.  So there's your geography lesson for the day. (Shane's brother Seth is probably cringing right now….sorry Seth!)

Shane always tells me about his special students and he knows which ones I will really like….he's never been wrong.  He knew I would like Bedar and Nigar.  They came for dinner last night and I didn't want them to leave.  They are fascinating and really cool.

I wish that you could see personalities in pictures.  If you could, you would be able to see two of the most amazing 23 year olds you have ever met.

They have big plans for their country.  They are both Fulbright Scholars and are so smart it's unbelievable.  Bedar just finished a two year Law School program at ASU in one year.  This is a guy that just learned English!!!

Nigar told us how she has to talk to herself in the mirror "like a crazy person" to keep going sometimes because it is so hard to be in a foreign land--going from being the smartest person in her class to feeling like a child who can barely communicate.  But they are driven and focused and determined.  They have already sacrificed so much so that they can be a force for good.

I am certain that their country will be better because of them.

I know I am.


Thursday, April 12, 2012

I Didn't Marry My Best Friend...

Four years ago today I married my best friend.

Wait.

No I didn't.

I married Shane.

I had only known him for 5 months and it was a crazy, whirlwind romance, most of which was conversations over the phone since I was in Arizona and he was in Utah.

I was certain of only two things:  one, he was hot; and two, he was good.

Deep down to the very center of his core good.

I needed someone good…the hot was just a bonus. :)

I had no idea what the reality of our life together would be, but I hoped it would be special.  I hoped he would be kind, I hoped he would be honest, I hoped he would love me and my kids, I hoped for a fairytale.

So the first morning we started our "real life" together and the kids and I were eating breakfast and he took his bowl of cereal upstairs to watch ESPN on the TV in his room I was worried.

Very, very worried.  (although I have to admit, I thought it was hot that he was watching ESPN).

Anyway, it was the first sign that things weren't going to be exactly as I hoped.

I reasoned in my mind that he had been a bachelor for the last 34 years and perhaps he didn't know this was not okay.

I took a deep breath and walked upstairs to the room, smiled my best smile and said, "Nope.  Not okay."

He wasn't angry at me for this (which is what I was expecting).  Instead he smiled, apologized and realized that he was just doing what he had always done.

...And then he joined us.

He has been with us ever since.

Shane spent the entire first year of our marriage rubbing my back every.single.night and assuring me that he would never leave.

Never ever.

He knew I needed to hear that, even though I never told him I needed to hear that.

He still rubs my back every night.  You may think I'm exaggerating when I say "every night" but I assure you, it is every night.

He no longer has to assure me that he's here to stay because I know it.

Somewhere, over these past four years, I have realized that our reality is better than a fairytale.

It's real.

I didn't marry my best friend, but he has become my best friend.

He's everything I hoped for…

...and so much more.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Observant Owen...

We have a token system at our house for doing chores.

Make your bed, clean your room, and brush your teeth every morning = 1 token.

Do an extra job = 1 token.

You can get just 2 tokens a day.

When we started this the kids would ask me constantly, "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom….what can I do for an extra job?"

And then I would wander around the house trying to find something for them to do:

  "You can wipe down the bathroom counters."  "You can empty my bathroom garbage."  "You can take out the recycling."  "You can fill Jersey's food and water."  etc.

You get the picture.

One day I realized that I had an opportunity here to not only teach them how to work, but also how to be observant.  To see things that need to be done on their own.

Brilliant!

So I started telling them to look for something that needs to be done.  I figured this would train their eyes to see these things.  It's been great and they are finding things to do on their own for extra jobs.

But today I realized that it is working even when they aren't looking for extra jobs.

I had made cookies earlier today and put them on my island to cool.  When I took them off and put them away the wax paper and cookies left behind that gross oily spot on the island.  I hadn't gotten around to wiping it off and a little while later Owen was walking by and said, "Whoa mom, this needs to get wiped off!"

Now you tell me, how many 7 year old boys notice a counter that needs to be wiped off?  No, no wait.  You tell me how many 37 year old boys notice a counter that needs to be wiped off?

Someday Owen is going to make some woman very happy.


Besides me. :)

p.s. I do happen to know one 38 year old boy that is great at wiping down counters and he makes this woman very, very happy. :)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

Baby Mayzie...

My sister, Allyson, done had herself a baby on April 3rd.

She's awfully cute and she's named Mayzie.

We were there for about an hour to visit and she didn't cry a peep even once!

And….I got to change her first poopy diaper ever. 

So Mayzie and I will always have that. :)

Owen and Morgan were enamored with her.
(Olivia was at synchro)

They couldn't believe how small she was or my stories that they used to be that small.

Allyson and I kept sharing details of birth and delivery and Owen was shocked and disgusted at each one.  Just wait my son…sooooo much more to it. :) 

Here you can see the baby hunger in my eyes.  I suppose this is why they keep such tight security on the maternity wards these days because I just wanted to run out of there with that cute baby. :) 
Love her! 

Welcome to the family baby Mayzie!

Monday, April 2, 2012

Shane's iPad Cake

So somebody had a birthday yesterday.

38 years old this guy is.

He may be born on April Fool's but we have made it a family rule that BECAUSE he is born on April Fool's we will never play any April Fool's jokes on him.  

It makes him exempt. 
(we may have learned this the hard way in prior years. :) )

So, as is custom for me, since Owen's first birthday when my neighbor, Jenalee, taught me how to make special cakes for the people I love according to what the interests of that person are at the time, I made Shane a special cake.  

For Owen, at age one, it was an Elmo cake. (pretty easy)

For Shane, at age 38, it was an iPad cake. (not as easy)

*(I fear for future reference if I do give credit to Olivia now for helping me come up with this idea I shall hear it for the rest of eternity.  So let it be known, Olivia came up with the iPad idea!)

But then...I had to figure out how to do it.

Now let it be known, this is simply a labor of love.  

I'm no professional (obviously) and I have no special tools, so what I do I make up as I go along or try to find a YouTube video to help me out.

This was my second fondant cake ever.

Here is what I came up with:

Shane is taking an App Design class for his PhD right now and is really enjoying it...and spending plenty of time on it.  That's how I knew he was interested in it...you see how that works.

So that's where I came up with the oh so clever: h"APP"y birthday.  

That wasn't Olivia at all.  That was all me. :)

The many hours this cake took was worth it to see how excited Shane was about it.

He loved it! :)


We didn't have 38 candles, but I did have a 3 and eight other candles that Lana tried to put on the cake in the shape of an 8.  Can you tell?

Here is Shane making a wish.  

I'm hoping it was for a million dollars...or world peace I guess.

Let's hope it comes true...
...whatever it was. :)