Getting Fruity

I think I am in danger of becoming a northern California granola-girl. Don't get me wrong, I still lather and shave daily - or whenever I get to take a shower- but there's something so nice about not putting on makeup or doing my hair and just getting out the door into the sun. How did I come to this realization? I took the boys fruit picking on Friday.

I actually showered, but let my hair go curly (read frizzy) and the only thing I put on my face was sun block. We packed some peanut butter sandwiches and lots of bottled water (it is already in the 90's here) and drove 30 minutes out to a fruit farm.I knew it was going to be great when we passed a rooster on our way in. We said hello to the girl at the cash register (her name was Gloria. Michael said, "A song!" meaning "Angels We Have Heard on High." This kid is a serious music nut.) and went off to pick some cherries. The boys were in heaven because they could reach them and they quickly filled their 1 pint baskets with the brightest red, unripe, tart cherries. They were all at eye level and they got a kick out of being able to do it themselves. They've been telling everyone about it all weekend. "I pick cherries on the farm!" Michael even got Josh to eat some - they're not his favorite - by saying, "I pick cherries on the farm, Daddy. It's yummy! You eat it!"Last time we went fruit picking was in August, I think. We picked raspberries and I spent the whole time chasing them. This time they stayed with me and I had to coax them from place to place. Michael didn't want to leave the cherry trees. When I wanted to change to strawberries, he did run off . . . back the the cherry trees! I had him taste a juicy strawberry, and then he understood why I was picking those too and stood near me eating them out of my box as I picked them. Sam, ever social, walked over to the other moms and kids and struck up a conversation. "That's my mom over there and that's Mach-ow (Michael)."
The owner of this small pick-your-own farm waved to the boys as he rode by on his tractor. Sam couldn't get over it. "Mommy! The farmer waved to Sammy!" He later said, "I want to stay this forever." So we're going back for peaches next week!
(Don't eat the pit!)
At home, I put the boys down for naps and watched the movie "Emma" on the laptop while I made freezer jam and a strawberry pie. I decided to brush the crust with melted Her*shey Kisses before filling it. It was awesome!

We've been pigging out on cherries, watermelon, and strawberries. As I picked the fruit in the bright sun with the boys running around having the time of their lives, I thought how happy I was. If I am too lazy to plant a garden, at least I can have the experience of picking the fruit and preparing it at home.

When I was childless and miserable at my job in Virginia I day dreamed about living on an acre or two in a white frame farm house with red gingham curtains and french doors opening to a huge backyard with a huge garden and kids running all over the yard and practicing the piano - inside. I would be gardening, cooking, and sewing, all uninterrupted while the kids played for hours on end, of course! So while I'm not ready for Birken*stocks, and I don't know if I could really give up mascara for good, I have to admit that days like this are so fulfilling.

I guess we all have a desire to till the earth, or at least to eat its delicious, sun-ripened fruit!

My Mothers

I had such a happy Mother's Day today. I think every Mother's Day will be incredibly special for me (see below on becoming a mother). We had the standard singing by the Primary kids today, we had a special breakfast before church, and I got to to to Relief Society where we had ice cream sundaes!

But once I was home from church and making dinner, my thoughts turned to my mothers. My own mother is incredibly smart, beautiful, talented, and funny. My mother in law raised the best husband in the world and loves her in-laws like her own.

But, perhaps inspired by our discussion of the pioneers in Relief Society today, my thoughts turned to my great and great-great grandmothers Lydia Knight and Johanna Oscarson. I was making some banana bread with our brown bananas when the thought occurred to me that these women went through times when there was no extra food to be used up in some creative and indulgent way. Do we really NEED banana bread? It's just a way to justify buying 10 bananas at once at Costco. I thought about how they took care of their families without husbands around - without electricity and mixers and ovens and church DVD's to keep their kids busy while they made Sunday dinner. I thought about what they would have eaten for Sunday dinner during those hard times.

As I dumped butter into the mixing bowl, I thought about Lydia Knight's story of the tithing and the butter. She had just arrived in the Salt Lake valley and had only one cow with one little patch of grass for it to eat. They churned butter and decided to give it all to their bishop as tithing with the faith that their little cow would produce more milk and give them more butter to last through the winter.

I am grateful for the women in my family who I don't know but who I cannot wait to meet and thank one day. Their sacrifices have blessed me with the light of the Spirit, the peace of the gospel, and the faith to face the unknown.

So, happy Mother's Day to all of you who are in the trenches with me right now, and to those of you who have paved the way to give me all of the blessings I enjoy. I hope I can continue in your tradition of sacrifice and bring honor to you and blessings to my posterity.

Bugs

I just weeded the backyard and found the ant nest! I put 2 ant "traps" out there and hope they all die a quick death and leave my house alone.

Michael just smushed a ladybug across the patio and then said, "Oh, the ladybug is sad." Sam added, "cause you crushed it."

Thank You, Dr. Leo Marvin

Two weeks ago - after one week of potty training - I decided that I no longer wanted to spend my days as an edgy, stressed out person with no sense of humor who I wouldn't want to hang out with. I decided I wanted to stop and enjoy my life. No one in my family is deathly ill; I am making friends here; I have plenty of room for my kids to run around; I have red curtains I made hanging in my kitchen; I have a backyard; I have two adorable sons; I have a devoted, funny, kind husband. Why not stop stressing out and enjoy my life a little more?

That's when I decided to follow Dr. Leo Marvin's advice from What About Bob and "take a vacation - from my problems!" Some people would call this selfish or lazy. I call it delightful.

Here's how I did it. I stopped worrying about the following:
1. How my clothes fit
2. Where the potty training accidents occur
3. Whether I made it out of the house every day
4. If there's dust on the furniture and shirts in the ironing pile
5. If the toys are all put away at night
6. Having the boys watch t.v. so I can get something done
7. Trying to entertain my primary class with boredom-defying lessons
8. Whether I gave equal attention to each of my boys
9. Whether the boys liked and ate their dinner
10. If my boys got enough exercise that week

Instead, I started thinking about and doing the following:
1. How my Father in Heaven sees me
2. Michael is amazing for potty training at 28 months
3. I love living in a house instead of an apartment
4. Getting more sleep makes me happy and calm
5. I like taking time to enjoy reading a book and doing my hair and make up
6. Getting something done without breaking up fights every 2 minutes
7. Teaching my primary class to appreciate what the early members of the Church did
8. Giving more attention to my husband
9. Making meals that Josh and I enjoy eating
10. If I got enough exercise that week

The result? I was thoroughly relaxed and calm. I really felt like I was on a vacation. My bedroom turned into a sanctuary from baby land. I sat in my backyard and read a book in the sunshine. My boys liked some of the new food I made and didn't starve to death. I had more energy. The ADD kids in my primary class weren't there today for my non-entertaining lesson. I discovered that non-iron shirts really don't need to be ironed and the layer of dust on the furniture didn't cause any allergic reactions.

Alas, after two weeks of this hiatus, my house is so messy I can't stand it so I am going to scrub it all tomorrow! Then I'll catch up on the shopping and prepare an interesting primary lesson.

The prognosis: I will keep ebbing and flowing and trying to find a balance between vacation and responsibility, while remembering that taking a break from stress makes everyone happy. So, old Bob and I agree, Dr. Leo Marvin is a genius.

Now if I could only hire a cleaning lady I'd be set for life!