merry & bright

I've stepped out of "The Sweatshop" (more on that later) to finally clean up the breakfast dishes (if that's any indication of how our day went) and reflect for a minute about today. Another Christmas has come and gone, the kids are all asleep and I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief. Relief that I got (almost) everything done and relief that my little ones had a wonderful, magical day. I hope yours was very merry.

a christmas miracle

For the first time in I don't know how long, this year I have managed to send or deliver our Christmas card BEFORE Christmas. This is huge for me! I was determined to be totally prepared and finished with everything waaaaay in advance this year, but once again, as it always does, December 25 has sneaked up on me and I'm in hyper mode to try to get it all done. At least the card is crossed off the list and I can breathe a small sigh of relief there. And I am so happy with how it turned out--not the traditional holiday card look but I totally dig it. I guess I should move on to the wrapping, delivering, cooking, cleaning, etc., etc. and trying to fit a little sleep in somewhere. I hope you're more ready than I am!

thank you, Ron Popeil!

You're probably expecting to read something witty from my very talented wife. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm hijacking this because I don't have a better place to write it.

On several occasions over the years, Elleke has expressed some concern over my lack of hair. It's typically expressed by a look of pity and confusion on her face as she asks me about wearing a hat. She's been very good about being delicate, though, until last night.

I had just finished doing some work in the garage and came in the house to find the girls in their beds. I checked to see if Ella was awake so I could go read to her. As I was situating myself next to her she suggested very politely that "they should make some kind of spray that 'people' can spray on their heads that looks like hair."

I laughed inside just a little and decided to cut to the chase. "Do you feel sorry for me that I'm kind of bald?"

She looked at me, teared up a little, got that look of pity on her face, and admitted "Yes."

I assured her that I don't feel bad about it and that she doesn't need to worry about me. I'm fine. Then I remembered Great Looking Hair from those Ron Popeil infomercials when I was in my teens. I had to share this with her: "Someone actually did make something like what you're talking about. It's like spraypaint, but it goes on your head and colors the little wispy hairs to make them look like real hair. And it makes your scalp hair-colored so people don't see the bald spot as easy. It actually looks a little worse than being bald."

She looked at me with the pity again, this time accompanied by the self assured nod that 'knowing better' provides.

I got the hint. "Do you think I should try some?"

"Yes," was the reply.



"If you really want me to try it, you can buy it for me for Christmas, but I don't really want it."

"Ok," she said.

Phew! It was over. I figured she'd forget about it and now that we had both aired our feelings, maybe she wouldn't feel so sorry for me. I was feeling fairly smug about how deftly I had handled it.

"But," she continued, "I'll have to buy white and black to match your other hair."

Thanks, Ron Popeil! You really know how to make a guy feel old.

After doing a little research to write this up, I discovered that "GLH" is available in a color called "silver-black". Here's a link, Ella. Oh, darn. Looks like you can't buy it there any more. The sham-wow is looking tempting, though.

speaking of mourning

The last few days have been rough for Cougar fans everywhere. The BYU-Utah game on Saturday was ugly. But, we will survive, we will hold our heads high and we will say (as we have said before), "There's always next year". No matter what happens on game day, we are still proud, true-blue Cougar fans. So, on Sunday, Tom bravely (or stupidly--I'm still trying to figure out which) donned his BYU tie, we sang the Cougar Fight Song, loaded up in our BYU license plate-clad car and drove to church where we endured quite a bit of heckling and trash talking (from the bishop, and in his UofU tie, no less--a huge Ute fan and I sustained the guy!). Apparently, we are deep in enemy territory. Our ward is full of red-blooded Ute fans--I had no idea the apostasy ran so rampant around here. I may have to reconsider some of these friendships...My only consolation with it all is the sweet, sweet memory of Beck to Harline with zero on the clock for the game-winning touchdown on the Hill a couple of years ago. So after the slaughter on Saturday, I will say we're all even. And in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I will say congratulations to the Utes. Now go kick some BCS butt!

By the way, I had to have "the talk" with Elleke the other day. You know the one--it's very serious and can take you by surprise. It went something like this:

Me: "I just want you kids to know that if you ever go to the University of Utah, you'll be kicked out of our family."

Elleke: "But mom, what if you pay for us to go there."

Me: "We will never pay for you to attend that school."

Elleke: "OK."

I think it went very well--very clear and concise, just the way they tell you to. As for the other "talk", I'm not sure I'm even close to ready for that one. Frankly, this one concerned me more and I'm glad it's out of the way. Go Cougs!

mourning...

OK, so maybe that term is a little strong. Perhaps "disappointed" would be more appropriate. You know what I'm talking about. I'm not super happy about the outcome of the presidential (and congressional) election but I wasn't all that jazzed about my choices to begin with. No matter what "we the people" decided, it would have been historic--the first African-American president or the first female vice-president. And although I don't agree with most of what President-Elect Obama is proposing for our country, I am keeping an open and optimistic mind to see what happens. Now that the future and fate of the United States is completely in the hands of the Democrats, I'd like to see what they do with it.

I am more in awe of the whole election process this time around than ever before. I've had some things swirling around in my mind that have affected the way I feel about it and reminded me of what a privilege it is to cast my vote. We recently finished watching the seven-part HBO miniseries, "John Adams". Wow--amazing. If you have not seen it, please do. It is enlightening, fascinating and educational. It has truly made me appreciate the sacrifice and struggle that was required to create this great nation. Another thing I've been thinking about lately is the women's suffrage movement. My mom sent me an email a month or so ago about a few of the suffragists and the persecution they endured just for the right to vote. I thought about them today as I dragged my baby and my two-year-old through the sleet and snow to the polling place. And although I live in a very red state where it may seem my vote wouldn't have made a difference, it made a difference to me and maybe to those women and Founding Fathers who came before me. And as I taught my little girl about what we were doing and how to do it, I hope it makes a difference to her.

So here's to the U. S. of A. and to the free Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Starbucks hot chocolate we got for showing off my "I Voted" sticker.

awol

So I've been seriously absent from the blog this month. Wanna know why? I finally gave in to peer pressure and jumped on board the Facebook bandwagon. I know, I know, I'm terribly late to the party. My own mother (who is currently on a mission in Sao Paulo, Brazil with my dad) was on there way before me and has way more friends than I do. Yes, friends, I am seriously behind the times.

Anyway, it's been a lot of fun to reconnect with so many people from high school, college, my mission, the old neighborhood, etc. Before I got on, I'd heard stories about all of the lame people who checked their FB Wall several times a day and who friended all of their friendly friends. I thought it sounded like a total waste of time. But now, I've become that person. I'm on several times a day checking out what everyone is doing, reading and posting messages and updating and creating albums. Forget all those other vices you can succumb to in cyberspace--this Facebook thing might be the most dangerous. Hopefully the novelty will wear off soon and I'll rejoin the world of walking, talking, real-life friends.

If you're on there too, give me a holler and pretty please, be my friend.

she's a character

Our little two-year-old, Ava, is going to keep us on our toes for a long time. This little girl is quite a clever little character. To illustrate my point, here are a couple incidents that have happened just in the last couple of days:

1. She was in a bit of a grumpy mood and was sitting in front of me with a little scowl on her face. I said, "That's not my Avie. My Avie smiles and is nice." She replied, "Harry Potter magicked me and made me naughty!"

2. Tonight was Family Home Evening which is something our girls love. We decided to get things going while we were all hanging out in our bedroom (not our usual FHE location). Ava wanted to go downstairs to the family room where we usually have it. Tom said no and that we'd have it upstairs this time. So we got things started and it was Ava's turn to be in charge of the songs. Her first selection was "Go Diego Go" (typical) and her second was "Do as I'm Doing". As we started that one, she got up and started marching in place. So we all got up and started marching along with her. Then she started marching out of the room so we all started following her out of the room. Then she went down the stairs and Ella was the only one following her. Tom and I were still upstairs, not quite sure where she was going with it. Then, still not missing a beat in the song, she continued into the family room and onto the couch. When we realized what she was up to, we had to give her props. That was a pretty ingenious way to lure us all downstairs to her chosen FHE spot. We laughed pretty hard and ended up down where she wanted us after all.

I can't help but think she is honing her clever little skills for when she becomes a teenager and they'll really come in handy.