Wednesday, April 30, 2014

If You Liked This One, You're In Luck!

Folks, it is hard to figure out how to organize these posts! I've been staring down half a dozen giant piles of books. Hopefully this system will make sense. :-)

When it comes to children's books, there are some authors who are one-hit wonders and others who are incredibly prolific. Individual tastes vary, of course, but here are my favorites by many popular and prolific authors/illustrators. Please keep in mind that this list doesn't include my absolute favorite illustrator, Trina Schart Hyman--you can find my favorites of hers over here! And I'm also limiting myself to books that I actually own. :-)

And without further ado, my favorites...

Brown, Margaret Wise
Burton, Virginia Lee:

Cooney, Barbara (my all-time favorite):
de Brunhoff, Laurent:
Eastman, P.D.
Henkes, Kevin:
Kellogg, Steven:
Lobel, Arnold:
Mayer, Mercer:
Minarik, Elsie Holmelund:
Mosel, Arlene
Munsch, Robert:
  • The Paper Bag Princess
  • Love You Forever (on the one hand, this one kind of creeps me out. On the other hand, it's a nice way of letting a child know that their parents really will love them forever. Just not in a creepy stalker-sneaking-around-town way.)
Robert McCloskey:
Potter, Beatrix:
  • First of all, get yourself a giant treasury. And my favorites are The Tale of the Two Bad Mice, The Tailor of Gloucester, Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle, The Roly-Poly Pudding
Provensen, Alice and Martin:
Rylant, Cynthia:

Seuss


Shannon, David:
And other really great authors who have written a lot--here's my #1 favorite of their works:



Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Book Week: Seasons & Holidays

Year of Seasons:


Spring:


Summer:
  • apparently this is not a season that I like to curl up and read about
Fall:
Winter, aka let's sit in front of the fireplace and read all day!:

Monday, April 28, 2014

Book Week: Fairy Tales & Myths




































One of the earliest book rules I made as a parent was that I would not read Disney books. I let the kids check them out at the library, but I just couldn't stand reading them--I always felt compelled to say, "Okay, this is what really happened to the Little Mermaid."  Over the years, we've filled our shelves with beautifully retold and illustrated versions of classic fairy tales and myths. You'll notice that this is quite heavily weighted towards my favorite illustrators! Most of these are picture books; I'm hoping to update it later with some of my favorite YA authors.

The majority of these are translations or retellings from the Bros. Grimm or Hans Christian Andersen; I have simply noted the name of translator or reteller so that you can more easily find the specific edition.

A word about illustrations: occasionally I will tape together pages that I think may give my children nightmares (i.e. the rose thicket full of thorns in The Sleeping Beauty). It's never seemed to bother them--occasionally I've had a kid ask about the illustration so we've slit the tape, looked at the pictures, and decided that they're kind of gross & taped them back up again.

Mythology:

Fairy Tales--focus on really really beautiful illustrations and a "truthful" retelling of the story (i.e., not Disney, so not all endings are happy!). 
Legends:


Book Week!

Hello dear friends! After the latest email asking about my list of children's book recommendations (interestingly enough, that's the most common email I get referencing this blog) I decided it's really time to update things since the most recent post on that topic is from 2010! I'm also updating my pages so that you can more easily find all of these posts, and I'll continue to update it as we go along.

For now, I hope you enjoy the list of my favorites! I know that I have spent many an hour hunting online for a decent list of books that my kids will not only enjoy but that I will enjoy reading to them (again and again and again). Happy reading, friends--I hope these are useful to you and please please add in your favorites in the comments if I've missed them!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

when he is older

Today has been an interesting day.

This morning I took the girls to school, took Isaac to preschool, and then went back to school to help out with Abigail's class party for a couple of hours. (It was amazing--they were headed off on a field trip this afternoon to see a production of "Alice in Wonderland" and so they had a Mad Hatter Tea Party this morning that was completely Pinterest-worthy right down to the Cheshire cat faces on the cupcakes and the homemade petits-fours with the words "eat me" written on them and the pieces of cheese cut out in hearts, spades, diamonds, and clubs, and the edible teacups filled with fresh fruit...yeah, you get the idea. And there were games and decorations and it was really so impressive!).

Anyway, after Abigail's party I picked Isaac up and brought the boys home and started getting lunch and realized I felt awful. I had been so busy all morning that I hadn't paid attention to how I was feeling, but suddenly I was dizzy and hot--sure enough, I was running a fever. So basically I took a nearly-comatose nap all afternoon before going to get the girls from school and taking them to the optometrist. Then I came home and started dinner and went back to bed while Neil fed everyone. I tried to get up a couple of times but I felt so wretched that I ended up just resting until Neil left for work when the kids were in bed, and then I was up putting people back to bed over and over and I decided I might as well do all the house stuff that I hadn't done all day like picking up and folding laundry and paying bills. This was interspersed with kids waking up (Nathan and Luke were both feverish too) and then I looked at the clock when Luke was crying and it was 12:38 AM with still no sign of Neil and I started feeling all "woe is me, what kind of a Friday night is this, grad school is never-ending," etc.

I was lying in bed next to Luke rubbing his back while he slowly fell asleep and suddenly all of the agitation and stress and "I'm not feeling well" of the day just sort of melted away as I listened to his breathing slow and deepen. I started to get up and immediately both of his little hands reached out for me and as soon as he touched my face, he instantly fell asleep again. I lay there for a little longer thinking about what a blissful stage of motherhood I am in right now. Yes, there is a lot of running around and messes and sleep deprivation, but my children are contented by my presence and that is an amazing thing.

Abigail said something the other day--I don't even remember the context--but it was something about people worrying about their kids taking off at museums or zoos and losing them--something along those lines. And she looked blankly at me and said, "But Mom, why would we ever run away when we have such an awesome mommy like you? That just doesn't make sense."

Oh, how that warmed my heart. And how grateful I am for how affectionate all of my children are; for their willingness to cuddle and snuggle and be physically close to me and generously bestow their tight squeezy hugs and drooly little kisses (I got some very wet kisses from baby Nathan today!) and to help me to know how very loved I am and that even though there are a million ways I could be a better mother (and believe you me, they often tell me in detail how I can improve!), I am still a good mother who is trying my best.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Goodness in the world




































Lately my heart has been overflowing with gratitude for my life and all of the good things and people in it. Everywhere I look I am able to see the beauty in my world and I am so grateful for that, because there have been so many dark days this past year! And as I'm coming back into the light I am just overwhelmed by all of the good that there is surrounding me. I've caught myself multiple times in the last few days getting all choked up over something completely commonplace--yesterday it was seeing Juliet help Isaac to combine his agave nectar-peanut butter mix so he could more easily make himself a sandwich.

And my heart is especially full this week because we're coming up on the birthdays of my oldest and youngest children. It's bittersweet for me. I am so thrilled by all of the progress that they both have made in the recent past--Abigail is becoming my right hand, my friend, and just the sweetest little darling I could ever ask for. She is maturing into this responsible, humorous, and compassionate young lady and I am so awed every day by how much she is changing and growing.

And Nathan--my dear little boy--is finally starting to drink of his own iniative. Such a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but so huge in our lives! A comment Isaac made today testifies to how remarkable and exciting this is for us--he walked through the kitchen and stopped transfixed and said, "MOM! LOOK! Natie is picking up his cup in his own two hands and he is drinking, Mommy, he is drinking!! All by himself!"

And indeed he was. It seems to be getting easier to persuade him to drink and we are so grateful!!!




































Another thing I am really enjoying these days is seeing the similarities between my husband and my children. We inherited an enormous set of K'nex building toys and the five of them (the four oldest kids and Neil) have built some really impressive stuff. Isaac and Abigail in particular are very into K'nex and have built some cool motorized dinosaur models (which actually walk across the floor) and various vehicles. The Ferris wheel & rolling ball machine (both of which are powered by a small motor and do work) are our favorites so far. Right now they are working on a roller coaster.



 Some days I look around my messy house with its skiff of toys and books and laundry and I wish so much that we were done with school and moving on to our "someday house" (which of course will be perfectly clean and always organized!). But really, I love my little house so dearly. I am almost done with all of the painting and I feel like it finally reflects my taste now rather than my taste eight years ago. I am particularly fond of the new armchairs flanking the fireplace--we had the papasan chairs since the year we were married and they lost their appeal about eight years ago when I realized that they spent all of their time taken apart and lying around the living room while the kids played with them. I hated always getting after the kids to leave the papasans alone or to pick them up and I cannot even tell you how amazingly happy I was to give them away to a new home! I practically skipped on my way back inside after helping to load them up. And I've been searching for the perfect armchair for about two years and I am so in love with these gray linen tufted beauties and their nailhead trim. Have I set my heart a bit too much on material things? Quite possibly when it comes to how much I love those chairs.



 And the white cabinets and gray walls were worth every single second of the time it took to convert them from the red walls and builder-basic oak cabinets. The afternoon sunshine fills the kitchen when I'm making dinner and just makes it the happiest, sunshiniest most beautiful place to be. It's so nice to passionately love a room where I spend so much of my time.

 I overheard the girls on March 31st discussing what pranks we might play on them the next day for April Fool's. I have never really done much to celebrate April Fool's day but I wanted to make it fun for them since they were so excited about it--so I got online to get a few ideas and then spent an hour or so setting up about ten pranks. My personal favorites were the Jell-O in juice cups (Luke's reaction was priceless), the socks that were sewed shut at the ankles, and the pillow barrage that toppled down from their bedroom doors in the morning. They were also pretty entertained by the paper mustaches that I added to our family pictures; Juliet was less entranced by the (washable marker) mustache adorning her own face. Isaac, as you can see below, left his on all day.



 And last but not least, a few things that have made me think, "Oh, what a wonderful world!":

1) Selling our cantilevered umbrella (thanks, Craigslist) for just about the cost of the chicken coop materials.
2) A quick evening run to the library by myself and coming home with SO many books on topics that fascinate me & I'd been wanting to do a little more research...literally so many books that I had to borrow a library cart to get them all to the checkout desk (I couldn't physically carry them all even in my bags!).
3) Plants! I am so much happier with live greenery and flowers in my home. A few weeks ago I bought myself some flowers at the grocery store. Just as they were starting to look tired my visiting teacher stopped by with a beautiful bunch of purple tulips. When the tulips began dropping their petals, Neil surprised me with a gorgeous potted lily. And a few days later, my dear friend Jen brought me some potted cuttings from her aloe vera--all the way from Arizona!!--on a morning when I had literally been thinking that very day about tracking down an aloe vera plant for my kitchen.
4) Listening to Abigail pray last night at family prayer. So incredibly heartfelt, specific towards the needs of our family and extended family, and really taking the time to ponder and think as she was speaking.
5) Yesterday the boys and I mixed up some homemade playdough. Normally it's banned from our house (I hate the mess!) but this recipe seems way less prone to crumbly stickiness than does the storebought kind. It has been the source of much joy over the last 48 hours.
6) I quietly supervised yesterday while Abigail and Isaac made a batch of homemade instant oatmeal. They did a great job and happily ate the fruits of their labor this morning before I was out of bed (another win!).
7) I'm finally feeling enough like "myself" to start doing things again that I eliminated because of stress but have missed nonetheless: composting, cloth-diapering, and cheese-making. None of which are vital to my life but all of which add something intangible that makes me feel more content with the status quo (okay, the cheese is pretty dang good).
8) I expected the marathon recovery to be really awful. I was definitely stiff for a couple of days, but I ran 2 miles yesterday and it helped so much with the soreness that I ran 4 miles today. Now I just need a new goal to work towards!
9) My little lettuces are up! I love seeing those little green shoots every morning and evening as I walk quietly out to visit the chickens. It's rapidly becoming one of my favorite parts of the day.
10) I am so blessed in my marriage. Did Neil want chickens? Not particularly, but he knew how much I did & how long I'd been reading up on them and thinking about them and so he supported our endeavor and threw himself into it whole-heartedly (he did nix a couple of other suggestions about our urban homestead--and wisely so!). He is definitely the voice of reason in our relationship (I am all to prone to passionately commit myself to something new without fully considering the ramifications) but he is so supportive and logically helps me find a way to achieve my goals.

And last but not least, I hung the salt-dough Easter ornaments that we made last year. I love looking out and seeing these bright little flashes of color twirling against the sky.



Abigail as Babe the Blue Ox


Today we went to Abigail's classroom to watch her class perform their play "America's Tallest Tales." It centered around Paul Bunyan's search for his missing blue ox Babe, played by our sweet little Abigail in a pair of paper-mache horns made by yours truly!

 All of the children were marvelous--not a single slip on lines in a performance that was nearly an hour long, many many brave soloists, and a wonderfully enthusiastic chorus and well-memorized choreography.

 But as a proud mother, I must tell you that I thought my little songbird was the very best of all. Confident, articulate, and charming--she sang her solo with great volume, excellent pitch, and a great little wry sense of humor that came through and got her some wonderful laughs at just the right points. And her little flamenco dance was darling.

 Such a treat to get to watch my little girl shine! I was so proud of all her hard work--not just in memorizing the lines, but in her diligent time at the piano that has given her the musical ear to be confident as a singer and her bravery in standing in front of an audience without the slightest hint of nerves.

Chickens!





We're about three weeks into this chicken adventure. Am I still blissfully naive? Perhaps, but I am so loving these little chickies! All seven of our Buff Orpingtons have flourished. They're now almost fully feathered and seem to have quadrupled in size--far from being cupped in our palms, they now require two adult hands to come even part of the way around their bodies! These pictures here are about a week old and I really do think the chickens are twice as big now--I was just out there with them and they are huge! Fluffy and absolutely beautiful and fascinating.

 

The first thing we now do in the morning is run out to the coop to check on the chickens and see what they're up to while we refill the feeder & waterer. (And by "we" I mean the kids because I am still asleep.) Later in the morning once I've gotten everyone off for the day and Nathan is tucked into his crib for his morning nap, I take a leisurely stroll out to spend time with our ladies.

 As I mentioned before, they grew much faster than we expected so we put in some serious work last week to build this coop from the ground up. Neil did all of the schematics and modeled the whole thing in CAD, and then we spent every second of free time hammering away. And at age 30, I learned how to use a skil saw and a drill! (And a hammer. Way more hammering than I like to think about.)
Neil still has a long list of things he's planning to do with the coop (namely painting and adding trim) but I think it's pretty darn gorgeous already. We moved the chickens in last Friday and they have been loving it!

We designed it with multiple ventilation panels and windows (all screened on the interior) and my favorite feature--two pull-out drawers (lined with leftover linoleum from our kitchen floor) to catch droppings. This should make cleaning the coop much easier! The nesting boxes are also easily accessible and we plan to add a screened run as soon as the weather warms up enough for us to be out there (it snowed here yesterday. Crazy!).




































Neil did the roof all by himself while I was taking care of the kids inside and it looks amazing! I really should have snapped a photo of the perfectly aligned shingles, but I'll have to do that another time.

While we were building it the kids were using it as a clubhouse. I felt kind of sad for them that they were losing their clubhouse, but...they did not let the new tenants keep them out. They don't all get in at the same time, but pretty routinely at least one of them will be inside the coop playing with the chickens. It may sound gross (although actually for now it's really clean in there) but I must admit that I love looking out there and seeing how entranced the kids are with the chickens! It was just what I was hoping for and they are SO responsible about checking their food, water, and making sure everything is locked up safe and sound. One of the main reasons why I wanted to raise chickens was to give my children the opportunity for some real responsibility that had natural consequences (i.e. keep your chickens alive vs. make your bed because you're going to be getting into it again tonight) and it has been a really positive experience so far.




































A few pictures of them as downy little balls of fluff when we first brought them home...






































































About ten minutes after we brought our seven beautiful chicks home, we realized that it was going to be hard to keep track of which one was Apricot or Bok-Bok, etc. We dotted their heads with marker, but that wore off as their down was replaced by feathers. And as we realized how much we were enjoying the chickens and that it was pretty easy and exciting and we were reading more about different breeds of chickens...well...this happened.



Yesterday we went back to the farm store and came home with five more chicks--an Araucana (which lays those beautiful blue eggs), an Australorp, a Silver-Laced Wyandotte, a Rhode Island Red, and a barred Plymouth Rock. And oh my goodness they are so lovable! Three of them are much smaller than the Orpingtons were when we brought them home and just nestle down in your hand and peep very very quietly. The smallest (the Araucana, whom Juliet has named Speckles) gave us a great deal of quiet amusement last night as we watched her drowsily begin to sink into her bedding, head nodding down just like a sleepy toddler until she finally tumbled over in sleep, thereby waking herself up and starting the whole process over again. The others are named (respectively) Yoda, Pomegranate, Apple, and Olivia.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Marathon!


You guys! I did it! I am officially a marathoner!
Neil and I drove down for the race on Friday night, since there was only packet pickup the night before (!!). My parents were SO kind and offered to watch our kids so that he could be there with me, and I was so grateful! It was so so good to have Neil there with me supporting me and running interference on things.  Anyway, I was getting so nervous the night before the race—I had an awful stomachache, headache, and felt like I was going to throw up all night. I didn’t sleep very well (which is a shame because we had a beautiful and HUGE suite) and woke up an hour before I needed to in the morning.


Neil drove me to the starting line and I found the 4:10 pace group and lined up with them. I wanted to run it in less than 10-minute miles so I didn’t want to go with the 4:25 pace group. Frankly I was hoping to be way faster when I originally started training (my half-marathon time would have predicted a 3:50 finish) but I have been sick through so much of training that I have really struggled to go quickly—if I go under 8:45/mile I start coughing like mad and can’t stop—thanks to the double-header combination of bronchitis and strep midway through training. And, quite frankly, I haven’t been as careful about what I’m eating as I should be and so I’m not at an ideal racing weight.



Anyway, I LOVED running with the pace group! The two pacers were so incredibly friendly and really worked to create a sense of community within the five or so of us that were running with them. We had other people sort of ebbing and flowing and it was nice to talk to them as well, but there was a sort of core group that stuck together for most of the race. I spent about fifteen miles talking with another woman (we had the same first and last name!) and we got to be good buddies over the course of several hours! One thing I really liked so that our pacers insisted that we walk through all of the water stops to make sure we got enough water (it was pretty hot by the end of the day and I started taking one cup of water to drink and another to pour over my head) and then they would check to make sure everyone was there before we started running again. After about fifteen or sixteen miles I was so looking forward to those walking breaks! It really helped me mentally to know that I could walk for those ten or so steps as long as I just made it to the water stop, and I was able to avoid walking anywhere else on the course, which made me feel pretty good. It’s always nice for my internal motivation to be running past people who are walking up the hills or whatnot. 

Mile 22--I was super focused on never letting this girl catch up!


























Another thing I loved about the pace group was the ability to maintain a steady speed without having to worry about it myself. When we first started off it (of course) felt way too slow and it was really good for me to have someone telling me to hold back (and then of course we passed all of the people who sprinted out). I loved not having to constantly check to see how fast I was going and worry about whether I should speed up or slow down—I just kept pace with my new friends! And it was so good to have people to talk to—we were literally about eight or nine miles into the race before I started paying attention to how far we’d gone.  



I felt really good for the first fifteen miles or so. After that it started to get incredibly windy and we were pushing against the wind the whole time. I dropped back a bit and focused on catching up to the pacing group at waterstops—that took me through miles 18-20. Unfortunately, those miles were easily the windiest of the whole course—we were running along a straight road with no trees lined with giant buildings and so the wind just funneled right down it pushing us backwards. It was sooooo exhausting! I finally decided that I would just run at my own speed and not worry about staying with the pacing group. I dropped down from 9:30 miles to about 11-minute miles, but by that point I was just thrilled to still be running past all of the people walking with their heads bent against the wind. I was worried about hitting the notorious wall but I never did—I was so thankful! I definitely slowed down but I just kept on going and let my legs go at the pace where they were comfortable rather than trying to push it too hard.



The last six miles were kind of unpleasantly hilly. By this point it was quite hot and still really windy! Neil caught up to me about mile 22 and biked alongside me off and on for the next three miles. It was so good to have him with me talking to me and giving me something else to focus on. And it was also nice because he had cold water instead of the awful lukewarm stuff at the last aid station.  He peeled off at mile 25 so that he could meet me at the finish line and that’s when I realized it was a 3/4-mile looong uphill all the way to the finish—and the wind was back! I seriously felt like I was taking two steps backward for every step forward.  I just kept going and plugging away—I passed a LOT of people on that last uphill—and I was so grateful for all of the people cheering there because I focused on saying, “Thank you! Thanks for being here!” instead of mentally griping about the awful wind and hill. And then it was downhill to the finish line for the last two-tenths of a mile! It was so exciting and I felt great as I finished—I think I raised my arms and cheered as I was running downhill.  The two pacers from my pacing group were waiting at the finish line and they hugged me and congratulated me and pointed out where Neil was waiting on the sidelines. 



It was a great experience. I definitely was more worn out by the end than I was hoping to be and slowed down more than I was planning to, but I felt like it was a good decision with the heat, wind, and hills. I was most worried about hitting the notorious wall and I never did—I just kept plugging away with my same slow and steady pace. I was passing people all through the last six miles of the race and that felt great. And I was so, so, so grateful that Neil was there—he biked around and met up with me every so often and handed me a couple of Kashi bars, took my jacket, and had water when I needed it most. It was so great to have his support.



I think the hardest part of the race for me was miles 17-19. I still had a long way to go and pushing against that wind was miserable! By the time I made it to 20 I knew I was getting close, and once I hit 22 I felt great—I knew I had it in the bag with only 4.2 miles left and I’d gone past the dreaded 20-mile mark without hitting the wall. I made sure to walk around a lot after the race and even stopped in the massage tent, and so far I feel pretty good! Definitely stiff but not in horrible pain (although I did take a healthy dose of ibuprofen before I fell asleep last night).



All in all, it was amazing. It was so good to be able to finish something that I have been working on for SO long and was such a huge deal! I am so grateful for all of the people who made it possible—I still kind of can’t believe that I ran a marathon!! My final time was 4:17:55, so I came in under my goal time and still have lots of room for improvement if I decide to do another one some day.:-)






Wednesday, April 09, 2014

thinking

The last few days have been so insanely busy. I'm running my marathon this weekend (eep!!) and if I think about it I get all butterflies-in-my-stomach nervous. My parents are coming into town to watch our kids and my dear dear college roommate Jen is also flying in with her kids and we're going to get to spend a few days with them (can't wait to see her tomorrow!!). And our chicks grew WAY faster than we anticipated and they've completely outgrown the place where we have them (the kids' bathtub) and we have been working frantically for hours and hours every day to get their coop built (as in until 1 am the last few nights). And in the middle of all this I realized that I was not close to my painting goal--I have set goals for myself where every time someone comes to visit I have to have something new painted, because otherwise it will take me an eternity to paint all of the trim and walls in our home that need to be painted--so if I just break it into small chunks and plan to paint something before the next time someone comes to stay overnight, then it's manageable. Does that make sense (at least in my crazy way of making sense?). So anyway, I have been painting trim like a crazy woman the last few days, plus the girls started swimming lessons AND all of the regular stuff going on.

So. In the midst of all of this I had a temple recommend interview scheduled tonight. I painted all day and helped Neil build the coop when he got home and picked kids up from school and oversaw homework and piano practice and made dinner and drove kids to swimming and came home and started the pajama-ing process and then left for my interview. I was feeling pretty harried and just sort of caught up in the crazy and all of that. And then I met with the stake president, and he is just the most wonderful man. So kind and warm, and I am always so impressed that he not only knows me by name with all of the thousands of people in our stake, but also remembers what is interesting to me. In the course of our discussion, we talked about Neil's research and our graduation timeline and what my kids were up to, and then he asked me if I was training for a local race that's a pretty big deal and a lot of people in our area run it every year. I mentioned that I was focusing instead on my first marathon this weekend, and he spent another few minutes giving me some great advice for the race (he is an experienced marathoner). It meant so, so, so much to me that he took the time to talk to me about something so comparatively mundane, and it quieted so much of the nervousness I have been feeling about the race to hear his advice and suggestions, since he is someone that I really respect.

Anyway, I don't know where I am going with this, but I've just been thinking about it all night. I am so grateful for our amazing stake president and the love that I feel through him from my Savior--I am not forgotten in the many many people that both of them love and look after.
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