Friday, March 28, 2014

Family History - I Am Doing It

Genealogy is somewhat of an obsession for me since last Summer. I haven't done much of anything with it yet, but sometimes I like to just look at my family tree and play around on familysearch.org. There is so much to be done, and I am excited to take a family history class next semester. Here is a look at the name clouds Joe and I made showing the most popular names on each side of our family. You can make yours on createfan.com. 

My side of the family.
Joe's side of the family.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

An Essay Written by Yours Truly

Just to preface, this was recently written for my English class, and I call him Joseph Robert as a way of sneaking around the fact that I wrote my paper about my husband. Living on the edge.


Vegas

            Joseph Robert is a native Las Vegan.  For him, Vegas means home, family, and heritage. “Everyone always thinks it’s so different,” he says, “but it’s not that different.” This might sound surprising coming from a devout member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, but he unwaveringly loves his hometown. Before I met Joseph, my only interaction with the city had been in my youth on a road trip with my mother. All I can remember is her rushing me through a smoky casino to an all you can eat buffet; her horror at letting her child walk through such a place overshadows that memory. And yet, Joseph takes pride in where he comes from. He nodded his head while saying, “They call it Sin City for a reason, but… I think there is beauty to Vegas. Vegas has a special place in the hearts of many Las Vegans.”
            Joseph’s statement proves true. In an article titled “Home Means Las Vegas,” which appeared in Las Vegas Weekly, April Corbin interviews Garre Mathis, a Las Vegas native who grew up in the city in the 1950’s. The publication reads, “‘It’s a good place to live,’ [Mathis] says. He never quite understood why all of his kids itched to get out of Las Vegas once they became adults. ‘They all did manage to leave for a while, but they all came back.’” The article goes on to say, “Mathis and his wife, Jan, a reading strategist and schoolteacher, have three kids, all born in Las Vegas. Those kids are all grown up now with litters of their own, also born in the city. The family is proud of its multiple generations, and Mathis says many of their experiences are the same. They still camp, fish, four-wheel and hunt—just in different places. The outskirts of town are far different now than when Mathis was a younger man.”
Much like Mathis, Joseph is proud of his Las Vegas heritage. As a member of the LDS church he grows excited when he can share that Las Vegas was actually founded by pioneers of the LDS church. “A portion of the original Mormon fort still stands in downtown Las Vegas as a historic site… the settlement of Las Vegas made it easier to settle much more of the west.” Joseph’s love and knowledge of historic Las Vegas has been cultivated as he has grown older. Much of this love comes from the love he has for his family. To Joseph Las Vegas means family and like Mathis, his family has been in Vegas for generations: "1947 was when my Grandpa came, and my Grandma came shortly thereafter. Most of the family on that side has lived here. Two of my Grandparent’s sons have moved away, but most everyone else stayed here and the ones that moved away frequently visit. I see my family, my cousins, aunts, uncles, parents, and siblings, and I want them to do well, so I want the city to be successful also.” The love he has for his family shines through his words, and he smiles as he talks about them through almost every question of the interview.
Although Las Vegas is Joseph’s home and it does remind him of his family, he readily admits that the darker side of the city has had an impact on him as well. Growing up in the town has brought him face to face with drug using strippers, pornographic fliers littering the streets, and a dying hobo. “I used to clean a Law Office downtown on Saturday mornings,” he says while ruffling his hair and looking down at his shoes. “One morning there was a homeless man who was dying. I called the ambulance, but he was already dead, probably from a drug overdose. I didn’t get a great look at him, I just knew he was in trouble. When I had found out that he had died it was super shocking and almost depressing. It was such a gross way to die, in the grossest part of town in the back of a law firm by the trash.” He added, “There are parts of town that are dirty, greasy, sleazy, or dangerous. And it’s not that fun to be in those places. You just don’t go there.” The dangerous parts of the town have not deterred him however. If anything these experiences have strengthened his resolve on the importance of following God’s commandments and living a clean life. He states that these are the things which will bring happiness.
“Today there really are two worlds to Las Vegas,” Joseph says, “There are the tourist locations, and then there are the residential communities, parks, and homes.” For Joseph, his love of his community is a large part of who he is. He dreams of making the town better and better for its residents but more specifically for his family. He loves the heat of the desert and has fond memories of swimming with his cousins all summer long. Las Vegas is in his blood and it always will be.

Friday, February 28, 2014

Make the Ordinary Come Alive

By William Martin
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.


Sunday, February 16, 2014

Sushi.com

For Valentine's Day this year I told Joe his present was sushi. He always wants to get some, but I typically stray away from it. Then we went to sushi.com. Is it a website? NO! Is it a terribly named restaurant with the best sushi I have ever had in my life? YES! Seriously, next time you are in Spokane do yourself a favor and go get sushi at sushi.com. We have been raving about it all weekend. We even loved the Tako Yaki (Octopus ball).

The Montana - tuna, salmon, snapper, avocado, cream cheese, crab meat, shrimp tempura, covered in mozzarella.

Harley Davidson Sushi - spicy tuna, crab meat, cucumber, topped with albacore tuna, spicy tuna, crab meat and unagi sauce.
Crunch Sushi - salmon & avocado deep fried in unagi sauce

Delicious deep fried ice cream.

Me and my Valentine's.

Happy

I believe in pursuing happiness every chance I get. This not only increases my happiness, but makes me more content with loving the ordinary day to day parts of my life. This is what drove me to watch a documentary like Happy. This award winning documentary interviews the leading scientists in happiness research and allows us to peak inside the lives of people all over the world. While it reiterated many of the things I already knew, I found it very enjoyable and particularly liked the interviews with the motivational speaker and the 100-year-olds in Japan. Go ahead and take a peek at the trailer below: 


"We should really be thinking of happiness as a skill which is no different than learning to play the violin or learning to play golf."


And now I would like to take a moment to find joy in the ordinary. I am grateful for:
  • My wonderful husband whose loving care nourishes my soul daily.
  • 40 degree weather. 40 is the new 60 here in Spokane.
  • Youtube workouts which continue to peak my interest and motivate me to break a sweat.
  • Books. An addiction which gives and takes.
  • New experiences. I was particularly thrilled this week to make my first ever purchase at Sephora. I was always too intimidated to go in before, but I left feeling more beautiful than ever.
  • The Lord's direction in my life. I need it constantly and would be lost without it.
  • My exuberantly beautiful son. I kiss his cheeks daily and cannot imagine that a more heavenly child ever existed. May he grow up slowly.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

February 5, 2014: 4 Months!





Four months started out rather roughly. Ezra had a bad cough and cold that never seemed to end. We wondered if it was a dairy allergy (because of some additional symptoms), or if he had asthma or bronchitis. The doctor recommended we use a nebulizer, so Ezra did that for just under two weeks. He hated it. Luckily, his symptoms cleared up and he is nebulizer free these days! We have also been able to successfully reincorporate dairy into my diet! You can imagine how thrilled I was about this.

By the end of the month Ezra was much happier and weighed 15.2 pounds! Some of our main activities/achievements include:

  • Reading Winnie-the-Pooh. We have finished this book and are almost through The House at Pooh Corner.
  • Ezra has started grabbing toys so he can more easily stick them in his mouth.
  • He has started putting himself to sleep in his crib and is no longer swaddled. He loves the freedom of no swaddle, and we often find him sleeping on his side or with his legs through the crib rails since he wiggles around so much now. I have not found him in the same position I put him down in since we nixed the swaddle - usually he is oriented in an entirely different direction.
  • He now fits into 6-month outfits thanks to his long legs and arms. I may have cried when I first put him in one.
  • Sitting with assistance is a favorite and he adores his bumbo.
  • He loves peek-a-boo, hand and belly kisses, and flying like an airplane. I can almost always get him to stop crying by kissing his hands.
One thing Ezra does not put up with is talking while he eats. He does not approve of it being noisy, and if I even chuckle or sing to him he will look up at me with a shocked expression and burst into tears. This has gotten me into trouble on numerous occasions, but for some reason he is usually okay when I have to feed him at church... Besides this he is his smiley, wonderful, belly laughing self which I love and adore. Nothing melts my heart quite like his jubilant smile when I go pick him up from nap time.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Smile

I believe a laugh is contagious. I believe children can teach adults about pure unadulterated joy. I believe there is no greater love than the love given unconditionally. I believe in the power of a smile to change everything; my three month-old taught me this.

My first few months of parenthood were filled with feelings of inadequacy. My reality quickly became a medley of blow outs, spit-up, sleep deprivation, crying, mastitis, and discomfort in areas you don’t mention in polite conversation. The sleep deprivation is what got to me. I was easily frustrated and the more frustrated I became the worse I felt as a mother. I felt like a failure because I couldn’t find time to shower or because nursing wasn’t the blissful bonding time I was led to believe it should be. I felt guilty when I got up for the fourth time that night desperately wishing I would not have to nurse him again.

Don’t get me wrong, I unquestionably loved my son, but the parenting blogs and books were too much for me. I researched everything, only to find something else I should have been doing to make sure I was the perfect parent, as if there is such a thing.

Then one cold night as I drudged through the familiar two a.m. diaper routine, I looked down at my son and saw him beaming up at me. His warm toothless grin was accompanied by peals of laughter as he reached up and touched my face. It was all I could do to stop from smothering him with kisses right then and there, and I realized that he was always happy to see me regardless of my outward appearance or the time of day.

As the years go by, I will not remember that most of these days I couldn’t find the time to run a brush through my hair or that the laundry sat untended to for seemingly endless days. What I will remember is holding him close, bouncing him on my knees, endless laughter, and cuddling in the rocking chair while reading Winnie the Pooh.


My son’s smile teaches me optimism, patience, and joy in the journey. I still have a hard time getting enough sleep, and I still get drenched in spit-up from time to time while he eats, but now I smile through it. My situation is the same, but my smile changes everything.