Saturday, February 19, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: Checkmate

This weekend the hotel is housing many of the participants in the state chess tournament. Studious, somber looking chaps of all ages quietly roaming the hallways like church mice.

Checkmate my friends. Checkmate!

In other news I finally have pictures to show of most of my adorable young women from Wisconsin. I got to serve in the Young Women's program while we lived there and I loved it. Each girl's radiant, smiling face proves that the future is in great hands. They are as beautiful inside as they are on the exterior.










Happy President's Day Weekend all!

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: Strike Two

The three of us went to a hotel one state over this week while Daddy Dinosaur (Colt's animal of choice for today--every day we are different animals. Today, obviously we are dinosaurs) was training for the new job and somehow we managed to book at the same hotel as the competitors for the state wrestling tournament (cheerleaders included). I would say that is some sort of a miracle, but it feels more like a mild curse.

A few conclusions:
1-All cheerleaders are peppy (read loud). Apparently, that isn't an exclusive character trait for Illinois cheerleaders.

2-The presence of boy wrestlers makes girl cheerleaders more peppy. Ay-yi-yi. . .

3-Just in case you can't hear them, all traveling cheerleaders post their names in decorative form on their hotel doors just so you know they are there. True fact.

4-Our temper pedic pillows are worth every single cent. Oh how we missed you. Gift yourself and thank me later.

5-'how-tell' life as Colt calls it is not for the faint of heart (or hearing)

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: 10 Second Rule My Eye

I am your average, run-of-the mill germaphobe. I cringe at the thought of shopping carts and public restrooms and like most moms view McDonald's Playland and the mall's play-places as distribution centers for your standard cough, cold, and flu bugs. But what are you going to do? Stay home? nah.

Kids are kids--hand washing and sanitizer are only going to get you so far. At some point, they are going to put something in their mouth or on their hands and you'll find yourself on Aisle 5 trying to decide whether cherry or grape Children's Tylenol is your best bet. I am improving. I've moved past the doe-eyed new mommy phase where you quiz everyone down including your own mother about their medical history before they hold your newborn(sorry Mom--I was a psycho!) I've let my hair down, so to speak. (ever noticed how much hair falls on the bathroom floor? Gross. I diverge)

But I still draw the line somewhere, and that line rests securely on the floor of this hotel. You all know what the 10 second rule is, right?

Insofar as any food object falls on the floor, it is declared sanitarily acceptable so long as said object is retrieved within ten seconds of involuntary drop.

. . .or something like that. Roughly put, dorito falls on floor, person picks dorito up and puts it in their mouth. I don't make the rules. But every rule has its acceptation and I'm looking at it. This floor doesn't make me want to puke. It actually sort of smells like puke. No lie.
Ten Second Rule my eye. There isn't a One Second Rule enacted here. You're in the "No-Zone" if it's below the knee. A girl's gotta have her standards.

Sigh.

I love my life.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: The Can-Can (A.K.A. Dinnertime Debacle)


You'd be surprised how many darn things require a can opener--just sayin'. I went through the full line-up at lunch the other day. . .

Soup and Sandwiches?

Nope.

Tuna Fish?

Try Again.

Tacos with Sweet Corn?

Not Happening.

This kitchenette style living is forcing me to really up my A-game in the meal department.
Blessings to the genius that came up with the Easy-Lift concept. Must have been a nomadic living, semi-domestic transient like myself.

Take-out anyone?

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: The PRESIDENT

We found ourselves today yet again walking into a new ward within a year's time and the mixture of excitement/anxious anticipation had one long sigh escaping my mouth (and wondering why I wore my highest heeled boots today. . .ouch!)

Thankfully, our new ward welcomed us with open arms and we didn't escape without several dinner invites (I think they took pity on our 'suite' life plight), one of which we are enjoying today as we join the Stake President and his family for a meal.

I tried to explain to my munchkin that we were eating at the President's house.

"We going to President Monson's house!?"

"Umm. . .No."

I wonder how disappointed he's going to be when this man doesn't match this picture.

Oh well. At least I know that he recognizes our beloved President.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Tales from the Suite Life: Raise the Roof

Bloomington played host this weekend for the State Cheer-leading Finals and our beloved manager here at the Windham (more on him later) capatilized by booking two of the teams.

Financially=Win
Acoustically=Total Loss

We've got a lot of peppiness going on here people--lots of it. Up and down the halls they run, back and forth across the pool they swim, in and out of the elevators they go.

To say the least, everything the movie, "Bring It On" pokes fun of has been validated for me. Don't get me wrong--cheer leading is great. I now know what a cupie and a basket toss are. And watching the mothers shoot killer glares and gossip about the other team is worth it alone.
And Colton--wow, Colt is loving his life.

Picture this: We carve out a small corner this morning in the lobby and try to deafen our ears to the fifty plus teenage girls pilfering the breakfast bar (who knew high school girls could eat this much? Amazing. And if their rooms look anything like our lobby did after heaven help the housekeeping). So Colton sporting bed head hair and monkey jammies grabs his stuffed dinosaur Sara, and heads over to the largest gaggle of girls to introduce himself. Exclamations of "He's SO cute" and "Oh my goodness" erupt as he smiles and climbs into the cutest one's lap.

"What's your name?" she queries.

"Coe-tun" my ladies' man replies.

"How old are you?" another asks.

"Four" Colton says.

Four? Yeah buddy, you are three. Going for the older man approach there huh. What can I say--the kid has got a gift. I will be locking him in his room from age 14-20.

(P.S. I typed in 'cheerleader' in an image search so this post would have a picture. Never mind. So not worth it.)

Hope you have a "Cheer"ific weekend.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

'Bloomin-a-ton' Where We Are Planted

A few updates I might have forgotten to mention:

Blaine lost his job (Forgive me--his boss decided to take his job so technically his job wasn't lost, it was stolen. And no I didn't call the police to report it missing)

Blaine got a new job (Yay!)

New job means we get to move again (Sigh) to Bloomington, Illinois. (That's an hour and a half
South-West of Chicago if you're rusty on the ole' Geography)

We bought a house (Sort of. We are waiting for it to close which leads me to my next point)

We live in a hotel (Indefinitely) and it is awesome. Going to do this either way--might as well be awesome. Who doesn't like having someone clean your room and make you breakfast every day? Seriously.

Colton isn't potty-trained. Wait, that isn't an update--that's like the opposite of an update. A downdate. WAY down.

The city of Bloomington welcomed us our first week here with a record breaking blizzard. And we get to spend it hulled up inside a hotel room. (More yay!)

This is the "SUITE" life.

Friday, December 31, 2010

Lessons Learned

I am grateful for 2010--what an interesting year in my life. Here are a few of the lessons I picked up along the way:

1. The only true gifts are those of the heart

2. Light will always find light (If I am who I associate with, how blessed I am)

3. God doesn't necessarily answer our prayers the way we want, but always the way we need

4. "A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold." Proverbs 22:1

5. Something doesn't come from nothing. If we want God to work with us, we have to put water in the well--even if it is only a drop

6. It takes longer to go around something, than right through it

7. Being right doesn't matter as much as being kind

8. If you are screwed too tight, you'll probably strip your threads

9. Right attitudes produce right actions

10. We are with God...he isn't with us.

11. We are infinitely creative when something suits us and impressively unoriginal when it does not


12. I don't have to know it all: "And now, I do not know all things; but the Lord knoweth all things which are to come; wherefore, he worketh in me to do according to his will." W of Mormon 1:7

13. If you want to know how you sound, listen to your 3 year old talk. (one word: SPONGE!)

14. We despise in others what we loathe in ourselves

15. The early bird catches the worm--the wise bird shares it with others.

16. The further I get from home, the more I appreciate it, and understand it. There's no place like home.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Thankful

Some days, we forget to look around us,
Some days, we can't see the joy that surrounds us,
so caught up inside ourselves,
we take when we should give,

so for tonight we pray for,
what we know can be,
and on this day we hope for,
what we still can't see,

It's up to us, to be the change,
and even though we all can still do more,
there's so much to be Thankful for,
look beyond ourselves,

there's so much sorrow,
it's way to late to say, I'll cry tomorrow
each of us must find our truth,
it's so long overdue,

so for tonight we pray for,
what we know can be,
and everyday, we hope for,
what we still can't see,

it's up to us, to be the change,
and even though we all can still do more,
there's so much to be thankful for,
even with our differences,

there is a place we're all connected,
each of us can find each others light.

(words taken from "Thankful" recorded by Josh Groban, NOEL)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Wisconsin Winter Wonderland

We were ready to welcome winter this year, and boy did it show up this weekend. 24 inches of snowfall found the highways closed, church canceled, and us snuggled up together by the fire. Frozen on a hillside or warm in a pool, we definitely have a water baby on our hands--this kid cannot get enough of it.

The view from our front door:

My snow baby



and just a little something to keep you ladies warm this winter. . .




Is there anything cuter than a little boy in undies?
I think not
.
(and no, if you were concerned he is still not potty-trained. But he has decided peeing in the shower is cool. sigh.)

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Some Serious Business

Two updates for you ladies and gents:

Item No. 1: The Tinkle Department
The 3.5 year old and I had a real heart to heart, and I pulled out the big guns meaning we watched an episode of Wonder Pets where a puppy needs help going 'pee, pee'. I would like to think my oldest caught the gravity of the situation because he ran in the bathroom this morning, grabbed his Potty Bear and exclaimed, "THIS IS SIH-WEE-US!" (i.e. title reference)
Does this mean he's potty-training?
Heavens no. (are you kidding me? that would be too easy. . .)
But we both agree this is serious business.

At least he's trying to wear his underwear right?

Item No. 2: Our Fair-Weather Fish

Yes. Nemo Colton Calaway has gone to the happy hunting grounds. Fortunately, I was not the one to discover this--wrong year for me. I would have burst into tears. As it is I think I'll send off our dearly beloved with this:

An Ode to Nemo Colton Calaway

Nemo, dear Nemo.
You were a nice fish
Orange.
And. . .You are dead.
You swam. [like a shark]
You ate. [a lot]
You pooped. [even more]
You died.
I feel guilty
I think I overfed you.
I am ashamed.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Eehh--Why Not?

So I thought I would blog today. My solitary retreat must end and to be honest, we might have two Grandmas spontaneously combust if they don't get an update on our blog's favorite face (i.e. the 3.5 year old who is still NOT potty-trained. I officially give up people. I have tried bribery, incentives, guilt, bandwagoning, peer pressure, and anything else dirty, low, and rotten. Aahhh! Congress works quicker than this. Ok--not really. I exaggerated. I know, I know he'll just decide when he's ready. Well, twenty is coming, and I don't think Mr. Calaway is going to pay for diapers through college. Yikes. I digressed. . .)

So here are the pics:




and here are the top five thoughts circulating through my brain (plenty of space up there):

1. I stink at this staying in touch thing. Good thing my friends know this about me--and will readily forgive that I haven't blogged or called in like a month. Sorry. [head hanging down]
2. How in the heck did Harry Reed manage to weasel himself back into the power play again?
3. Hot chocolate--mmmmmm! I think I'll go make some. Two words people--cocamotion machine. You have not lived until you try hot chocolate from this machine-go to Walmart and gift yourself one for the holidays. Delish.
4. My kid refuses to potty-train and hands me fresh boogers at church. Where did I go wrong?
5. and last of all--What am I going to make for dinner? 4:00 is upon me. dang.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

When the World Was Slower

Hmm. The world used to spin a little slower it seems like. I remember taking long Sunday drives with Mom and Dad as a kid when the fall colors were coming on, and thinking that Christmas would never come. Oh, how I wish that life would just stall a little. Here are pics from a few moments we stopped to enjoy.







Happy Fall to all of you!

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Walls


I cannot get these thoughts out of my head so I must spit them out and be done with it. (i.e.Verbal Vomit) Here we go.

How was it that Noah managed to get all of those animals in a boat the size of one and a half football fields in length without them all killing each other--seriously? I can just imagine the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Noah:

"You said you were building a boat for us and the kids--we're taking two of what with us?"

And we complain when we get called to nursery or cub scouts-sheesh. I happened across at least part of the answer to that question in verse fourteen and sixteen of chapter 6 in Genesis:

"rooms shalt thou make in the ark. . .with lower, second, and third stories shalt thou make it"

That makes sense, put walls between the animals. They are animals--they won't last an hour, let alone 200 days in a wooden boat (sidenote--what about the woodpecker and the beaver huh? okay, never mind).

Sometimes, though I think that we are a little (okay, a lot) like the animals on Noah's boat. We are surrounded by literal and figurative walls. Some of them keep us safe, and some of them just keep us separate. Don't believe me? Just try booking the GOP and Democratic Conventions at the same pavilion this November, or invite some die-hard BYU and U of U fans to the same house the day their respective teams face off. Like the animals of old, we put one another in boxes, and socially, mentally, and spiritually place them on the lower, second, or third story tier of our imagination.

Let's start with an example of walls that separate. Once there was a group of nin-kumpoops that thought it would be a good idea to cut off East Berlin from West through means of an actual physical barrier--a wall.

"The Soviet-dominated Eastern bloc officially claimed that the wall was erected to protect its population from fascist elements conspiring to prevent the "will of the people" . . . However, in practice, the Wall served to prevent the massive emigration and defection (yeah, cuz they didn't want to be there) that marked Germany and the communist Eastern Bloc during the post-World War II period."
(taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_Wall)

This wall that was there for the people's good, to quote "keep them safe" did the opposite. Hundreds trying to escape the dictatorial dominance of the East lost their lives scaling that wall. It was an impediment, a mammoth stumbling-block to the unification and progression of a nation still battered and bruised from the overthrow and usurpation of their government under Hitler's regime. Thankfully, an American expressed the collective voice of the German people with his immortal words when he said,

"we believe that freedom and security go together, that the advance of human liberty can only strengthen the cause of world peace. . .if you seek peace, if you seek prosperity. . . if you seek liberalization, come here to this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!" (emphasis added. taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berlin_Wall#.22Mr._Gorbachev.2C_tear_down_this_wall.21.22)

That wall came down. And thanks to God because if a wall is there long enough it stops appearing to be a barrier and just becomes blindness. Ask the people in Korea if you question that.

We all have walls that need to be torn down. They can be anything. The inability to forgive someone that has hurt us, disgust with our self for our insecurities and perceived failings, pride, greed, envy, unfettered ambition, vanity, jealousy on and on. And it doesn't matter if it is one brick or one thousand, if it's a day or a century old-it is a stumbling block and it separates us from one another and more importantly from God.

And in thinking about this, I realized that the Savior has no walls. Zero. Aside from fishes and loaves of bread he doesn't divide things--he unites them. He tears down walls of separation, and supplants them with walls of safety. Truly as he said, "I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me." (Isaiah 49:16)

There is a story in the Old Testament about the children of Israel rebuilding and fortifying the walls of Jerusalem under the direction of a man named Nehemiah. Nehemiah was a good man--he battled opposition from enemies without:

"What do these feeble Jews? will they fortify themselves? will they sacrifice? will they make an end in a day? will they revive the stones out of the heaps of the rubbish which are burned?"

(Nehemiah 4:2)

and discouragement from parties within: "we are not able to build the wall" (Nehemiah 4:10)

So what does he do?

"from that time forth. . .half of my servants wrought in the work, and the other half of them held both the spears, the shields, and the bows. . .
They which builded on the wall, and they that bare burdens, with those that laded, every one with one of his hands wrought in the work, and with the other hand held a weapon." (Nehemiah 4:16-17)

They kept one hand building the walls of their home, and one defending it. Like Nehemiah of old we can affirm:

"The work is great and large, and we are separated upon the wall, one far from another. In what place therefore ye hear the sound of the trumpet, resort ye thither unto us: our God shall fight for us.
So we laboured in the work: and half of them held the spears from the rising of the morning till the stars appeared"(Nehemiah 4:19-21)

We have got to do the same. Our walls are before the Savior--he is well acquainted with our grief and he will not leave us comfortless. To paraphrase what Sister Wixom said in conference 'you hold fast to that iron rod, and your little ones will hold tight to you.' We must labor in the work before us until that morning when the light of heaven will shine forth and break down the walls of frustration and enslavement that torture mankind.

I hope the walls of your home are a safe refuge for you.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Oh, How Far I've Come


A conversation between my boys:

Colt: Daddee--what you doin'?

Blaine: I'm hanging a picture. What are you doing?

Colt: Picking my nose.
_________________

Awesome.

Wait--why do I read her blog? Yeah, I'd ask myself the same question if I were you.

Stay tuned if you dare. . .

Friday, September 24, 2010

Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down

I've avoided this post like the plague--because it feels wrong. Because even though the world never stopped, my world stalled that Monday afternoon I lost my son, and I can't seem to push play again. I stumbled out of my house on May 10th one woman, and re-entered June 9th an entirely different individual. In the time line of my existence I died with Shiloh and like a phoenix arose from the ashes of that dark hour quite a new creature. Comparatively, no better than anyone else-except myself. I loathe the moments when I see glimpses of that former self emerge and superstitiously skirt about old patterns and habits that might unearth her further.

It makes me laugh how I used to lie on bed rest wishing my life would go back to normal. Normal--what is that? If it is the life I was living before Shiloh I want none of it. I was shallow and rather dull. The Summer of Shiloh was figuratively one hard, swift kick to my behind and I am grateful for it. A little disappointed in myself for needing it, but I've learned my lesson. . .I hope.

So forgive me. Forgive me for lacking the ambition to chronicle the last month of our lives, full of boogers(hand delivered to me every time my child picks one--gross), bike rides, and business trips. (pics to follow) Let me finish with this and then we'll get on to the delightfully ordinary events of the past month--they were right. All of those people who told me a day wouldn't pass without thinking about Shiloh they were right. I do. Every single day for the rest of my life. And that is not a burden--it is a blessing. We hurt because we love--and life really isn't worth living without love.


At the playground in Des Moines where we met up with friends from our old ward--we miss you!


Colt loves his 'miss-o-nare-ees'
Working on something while Dad works on the bike