White Dresses

Every week is a circus around here.  Thankfully, though,  I usually have a couple of recovery days each week, where my schedule isn't quite as intense.  Those are the days when I do laundry, mop, answer emails, and in general get caught up with life.  Sometimes, though, life picks up a notch or two and my recovery days get swallowed up by more craziness.  It's weeks like that where I barely have time to breathe, yet alone blog or accomplish anything of note. This is one of those weeks and I am blogging tonight only to give a boost to my sanity level, which has been slipping at a steady rate this week.  


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Here's Cami's latest culinary creation....

a mini wedding cake for a RS meeting about developing a celestial marriage. 


Here the YW got to try on the women's wedding dresses....

Here's Cami wearing my friend Mina's dress...

Cami wearing my friend Kristi's dress.  Cami declared it the most comfortable dress she's ever worn.

And here's Rachel wearing my sister, Kristina's wedding dress. 

And the little tidbit they read about K's dress:

"Once upon a time there was a little girl who loved her older sister, Lara, very much.  She loved her so much that when she finished her degree at BYU that she decided to follow in her sister's footsteps and move to Virginia.  Her loving older sister welcomed her with open arms, but told her that she needed to get her own apartment ASAP.  Kristina found a cute little place in Fairfax built by her wonderful older sister's two bare hands and started attending the Langley ward, the ward founded by her older sister to meet the needs of singles in the DC area.  It was there that she met Mr. Thomas King--a fellow recent graduate of BYU who had grown up in the Great Falls ward, also founded by her older sister.    They dated, fell in love, and decided to get hitched on December 31, 2002 in the DC temple.  Her older sister had recently given birth to a very handsome, but colicky, baby boy who pretty much cried 24/7 unless he was being held in a certain position....but that didn't stop her from tending to her own silk worms, harvesting the silk, and hand spinning the silk into the wedding dress  you see before you today.  And that, more or less, is the story of Kristina King's wedding dress....or at least the story you get when Kristina gets too sick to answer her own dear older sister's emails and phone calls."


Here's Katy wearing my dress....

And the little blurb that was read about my dress:

"When Glen and I were engaged, we were both poor students at BYU and neither one of our families was in a position to help us financially with the wedding expenses.  I had shopped around for a dress some, but really couldn't afford paying several hundred dollars.  I thought about renting a dress or borrowing one, but then my Aunt Zina graciously offered to make it for me.  Being clueless and selfish, I excitedly accepted her offer although looking back I now realize what a sacrifice she had made to create a wedding dress from scratch in only a couple of months time, with 6 young children in the house.  She was so patient with me as I picked a pattern that needed to be tweaked,  wanted to wait for the fabric to go on sale, and had to squeeze my fittings in between my full class schedule and 2 part-time jobs.  In the end, we ended up right on budget with it costing right about $100 with a bonus set of pillow cases and a temple bag she made with the leftover fabric.   It was just the beautiful and simple dress I had dreamed of for marrying the man of my dreams. "

And here's me wearing the dress with the man of my dreams!  :)
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HELP WANTED:

Seeking an experienced individual who can teach me  techniques on how to stay awake in warm, comfortable, and dark places (ie the temple) without disturbing the people around me. 

Either that or a lesson how to sleep in the sitting position...without my head bobbing up and down and drooling like a fool. 


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Groundhog Factory

Who: My kids
What:  Celebrate Groundhog's day by sharing groundhog cupcakes with their classes
When:  Every February 2nd for the last 10 years
Why: Because it's a fun tradition and I'm crazy
Where:  My kitchen and dining room...YIKES! 

This year we made about 10 dozen cupcakes (that's about 2-1/2 dozen for each elementary  child and a dozen each for Spence and Cam).  Emma's were gluten free.  Adam's were egg/milk/nut  free and for the first time in years I got to make milky, peanutty, and eggy ones for Ellie, since there's not a single food allergy in her class.  By the way, my mom got me these cupcake holders for Christmas and I LOVE THEM!!!!



Cami shared her cupcakes with her homeschool Geometry class and Spencer brought his to seminary...

Don't be fooled by the mere quantity of cupcakes, it was by far my laziest year yet.  I totally skipped the ears, noses, and mouths on the groundhogs and just had their eyes peeking out of the ground.  They weren't quite as cute, but at 10:30 last night I really didn't care. 

Here's to an early spring!  (I hope.)


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Title Change

 

Yes, it's true.   I changed the title of the last post. 

What can I say?

I wrote my post late at night, then reread it this morning, and imagined all the shocked gasps of horror emanating from my friends and family as they read my late night toilet humor.  As per usual Lara style, I second guessed myself.  While most normal people who second guess themselves in such a manner would have changed the title AND the content of the post to reflect a more refined and mature sense of humor.   I, however, am not most people.

I just thought to myself, it's so simple.   All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: Are you the sort of blog reader who would put a comment on an obnoxious post with the matchingly obnoxious title or the innocent title instead? Now, a clever man would put the innocent title onto his obnoxious blogpost, because he would know that only a great fool would comment on a post hot chocolate he was given. I am not a great fool, so I  clearly could not choose the original title in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the the innocent sounding title in front of me.   Am I done yet?  Not remotely!  Because my blog comes from  Virginia, as everyone knows, and Virginia is entirely peopled with politicians, and politicians are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me (don't worry I'm only saying that to set the mood), so I can clearly not choose the obnoxious blog title in front of you.  Ha ha!  You only think I changed my blog title to be less obnoxious! That's what's so funny! I switched titles again when your back was turned! Ha ha!  You fell victim to one of the classic blunders - The most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - but only slightly less well-known is this: "Never get comfortable in thinking you know what dizzying intellect Lara's blog is going to spew forth next"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...

Choc-Choc-Chocolate

Running, slipping, sledding, jumping, wrestling….

Homemade hot chocolate NOT FROM A MIX….

Homemade peppermint swirled marshmallows….

Hot chocolate worth the  pain the lactose inflicts on me….
Good thing the sugar content means I can only have it once a week or Glen would have to start sleeping in another room.  °Ü° 




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Ode to Whatever

I’m just experimenting with the blog and posting pictures in a new format and I have absolutely nothing significant to say, other than I could really, really, really use a little sunshine right now. 

Um, never mind.  I still don’t have anything significant to say, but that’s never stopped me from writing a blogpost before, so, in honor of all that is insignificant…

Ode to Whatever   

O Winter, o winter.
O how you make my skin splinter.
I like having four seasons,
But for a myriad of reasons
Every winter seems like a bummer
Making me long for the sunshine of summer.
You take my Vitamin D
And my humor and energy,
And leave in its place, scaly skin
And the feeling that I just can’t win. 
I think I need a week or two in Hawaii,
but that would be almost impossible to rhyme with,
so I won’t try-aye-ee.
O winter,  dinter, winter.

PS  Before anyone tells me how sunshiny/beautiful/mild/non-cold it is where they live, just consider yourself warned…

Not only am I short on sleep, out of routine with my kids in the middle of a seven day break from school (3 snow days + the weekend + 2 teacher work days), have a grumpy/sick spouse, and a to-do list that’s 1000 feet long, but I’m also in sugar withdrawal and have freakishly long toes.  

Have a nice day!
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Pinewood Derby

[pīn-wood dur-bee]
noun

The pinewood derby is a racing event where Cub Scouts race small wooden cars on a track.  The event is known to raise blood pressure in both adult males and females and it is generally accepted that the winners of this event have the dad with the manliest tool collection.  

Based on this assessment, let it be known that Glen's tool collection is 100% middle-of-the-road average and that Lara is looking forward to another three years hence to be done with this chest-thumping man contest once and for all.     


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Mid-Winter Break

Finally!  Snow!  Eight inches of real snow (plus some rain, sleet, and thunder snow)!

With no school for seven straight days (3 snow days + 2 teacher work days on Monday, Tuesday) my kids are enjoying their 2nd winter break of the year and I am trying to keep up with the pile of soaked snow clothes that have taken over our entry way.  

I thought I'd make this post a little glimpse of  what everyone has been up to the past couple of days:   

Emma:  After initially being disappointed at not being able to present her Secret Garden project at school, she caught the spirit by staying in her pajamas all day and playing outside and rereading her Harry Potter book for the third time through. 

Ellie:   Ellie sure misses her routine when they're out of school, but she's used the snow days as an opportunity to revisit her hidden fashionista side, by  changing her outfits several times a day.  She hasn't done it as much since starting kindergarten, so I actually found it quite charming and cute, however  I'll refrain from speaking of the laundry pile that has resulted. 

Spencer:  Shoveling last year's record-breaking snowstorms funded his fun money for an entire year (plus college/mission savings), so he's the one who's been most waiting with baited breath for some real snow this year.  Much to his own happiness, he had many eager customers, who were happy to refill his coffers. 

Glen:  With tales of horrific 11+ hour commutes and hundreds of abandoned cars left on roadways, it's times like these that we are so very happy to live so close to the Metro.  He walked right by all of the stalled cars,  making it home in a mere 20 minutes from the Metro, rather than the hour plus it likely would've taken to drive the mere mile or longer to drive from downtown.   

Adam:  Snow days are three big things to this boy....staying in his pajamas all day, every day, playing outside in the snow, and playing MarioKart on the Wii until mommy makes him stop.  

Rocky:  A social dog, this guy is loving all the extra attention (and food crumbs) that the snow days are bringing.  He even is getting in on the piano practicing and without a lot less grumbling than the rest of them. 

Lara:  (sorry no picture of me) The snow day gave me a perfect excuse to have the kids try a new cupcake recipe I've been wanting to post on the recipe blog.   Besides this one activity, though, I am totally off my groove.  With Glen home sick early in the week and the now the kids home with their snow days, I am longing for a little routine and Lara time. 

Cami:   After helping an older neighbor lady dig out for free, Spence allowed her to help with their paid shoveling venture for a while.  While shoveling, a lady commented that she was very industrious and reminded her of the Great Depression.  Cami was a little perplexed at whether to be insulted or complimented by the comment. 

My goals for the rest of our Winter Break #2 include:

Not catching the stomach bug that laid Glen out for 3 days. 

Wearing my sweats/pajamas as often as possible.

Exercising at least once or twice. 

Playing a board game with the kids at least once a day. 

Trying not to go too crazy at the fact that  the older kids  are staying up super late and the younger kids are still waking up at their normal time.

Take more pictures.

Looking at a Seizure

A little update on sweet Ellie:

• Ellie is tolerating her new medication much, much better than her previous one.

• I love having our happy, energetic Ellie back in the house again.  I feel like the first medication made her act like I imagine a depressed 5-year-old would act.

• She is still having lots of seizures.

• We're in process of increasing her medication to a level that will hopefully control the seizures and not knock her out. 

• Before her epilepsy diagnosis, she had almost completely given up sucking her thumb, but when she started on the medication from hell, she started sucking it again in earnest...even more than she had before.  We just started a little  bribery program to get her to stop again.  After four days, I have to say that it's going phenomenally well.

• I love this sweetie girl and her new toothy smile. 

A few seconds after the first picture was taken, she had a seizure, so I took a picture (hopefully she won't hate me someday for publishing it).  

It shows a little glimpse at a typical seizure for her:  She stops smiling, her eyes flutter, and she smacks her lips like she's chewing.  She looks away and in this case her hands still gripped the plate, but they fell downwards and I had to catch the pizza to keep it from falling on the ground (the reason for the blurry shot). 

After about 15 seconds or so, she "comes back" and experiences a momentary confusion (hence the frown). 

In another few seconds she was smiling again.    If you didn't know what was happening, you'd find it all a bit odd, but you would probably just think she was distractible and tired.

Based on the time I spend helping in her reading group each week, I see that these seizures really do put her at a distinct disadvantage in the classroom.  She misses instructions, she loses her place in her work, and she seems noncompliant in group settings. Thankfully her teacher is much calmer and more understanding than the jerk of a teacher who yelled at her during a seizure last week.  Truly, kindergarten is probably the best grade for  this all to happen and my biggest hope, at this point, is that we'll have it mostly under control by the time she starts first grade. 


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101 Random Things

I'm sure that this way, way more than you ever wanted to know about me, but  here it is anyway....for your enjoyment boredom.    Feel free to let me know which ones you want to hear more about in a future blogpost.  :)

1.  I was born in California.
2.  I only lived there for a few months before we moved to Texas and then on to Germany.
3.  My first three years of school were spent in three different states--Utah, Iowa, Minnesota.
4.  I am the oldest in my family.
5.  There are eight of us siblings--four boys and four girls.  We alternate girl-boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl-boy. 
6.  My only allergy is to metal.
7.  I have broken three bones in my life--leg, collar bone, and baby toe. 
8.  I have been to 49 states...I only need to visit Alaska.
9.  When I was a freshman, I was the only one of my six roommates that didn't get engaged that year.
10.  I met Glen when I was on a blind date with someone else.
11.  My brother Nate introduced us.
12.  Glen and I spent a lot of time together for several months, but never admitted to ourselves that we were dating until a couple weeks before we were engaged.
13.  Glen and I got engaged when I was a junior at BYU. 
14.  We got married 3 months after our engagement date. 
15.  I had Spencer 18 months after we were married and only a couple of days after finals that semester. 
16.  We drove from Utah to Baltimore for a summer internship when he was only 10 days old.
17.  I don't get morning sick at all when I'm pregnant with boys. 
18.  I get slightly morning sick when I'm pregnant with a girl. 
19.  Except Ellie.  I felt great through my whole pregnancy and was convinced that she must've been a boy. 
20.  My thyroid wigs out after pregnancy.  The doctor says it means that I'm prone to thyroid issues, but thankfully I've haven't ever needed any medication....so far. 
21.  I rarely match the clean socks, which means the kids have to dig through the sock basket looking for a match themselves every day.
22.  I am a naturally reserved person. 
23.  Glen is just as reserved as I am, which means that together we end up a little reclusive sometimes.
24.  I nursed all five of my kids for a total of about 74 months--that's over 6 years of nursing.
25.  I've spent almost four years of my life pregnant and for the most part enjoyed being pregnant.  
26.  I was captain of the track team in high school.
27.  I was also captain of the cross country team.
28.  In high school, I was always a middle-of-the-pack runner.  Now I'm uber-slow, lucky if I can pull off a 12-minute mile. 
29.  I started getting gray hair in high school. 
30. I grew up being taught that dyeing your hair is a very vain and unhealthy thing to do. 
31.  I highly enjoy my brown-from-a-box hair color and won't go more than 2 months between my dye jobs (including my most recent one this morning before church). 
32.  I've been an avid journal keeper since I was 8-years-old.
33.  In 2007, my blog became my journal/scrapbook. 
34.  My mother finds gum chewing a highly offensive habit and I still feel somewhat rebellious every time I chew gum. 
35.  I tend to chew gum a lot more when I'm on my sugar once-a-week diet. 
36.  I day-dream about having a super organized house someday.
37.  I have no musical abilities whatsoever. 
38. I cannot sleep on fluffy hotel pillows at all, so I always bring my own  flat pillows from home when we travel.
39.  I love living in the DC area.
40.  I tend to second-guess myself.
41.  I have a long suppressed desire to entertain friends at our home, but almost never do.  (see #36 and #23).
42.  I have a phobia of being lazy.
43.  I also have a phobia of over-scheduling our family's activities.
44.  However I have no problem over-scheduling myself.
45.  I have lactose intolerance.
46.  The ability to digest milk is actually a mutation in adult humans, so I pride myself in my non-mutancy.
47.  I have always been a list-maker. 
48.  I ate a chocolate covered ant one time, when my uncle tricked me. 
49.  I can recite all 13 articles of faith at any given moment. 
50.  I once smacked my date in the face with a golf club and knocked him out cold. 
51.  It was totally an accident, but for some reason he never asked me out again.
52.  I used to be a coupon freak and could buy all of our groceries for under $100 a month.
53.  Our grocery bill is close to $1000 a month now. 
54.  I daydream about having a beautifully decorated home with a classic country style.  It's a far cry from it right now. 
55.  I talk to either my parents or a sibling almost every day. 
56.  Other than talking with them, I rarely talk on the phone for fun.  I  only call people if I have a reason to call them. 
57.  My family has always been my best blog fans, giving me sympathy comments when I need them. 
58.  My sister has scars on her arm from where I pinched her as a teenager.
59.  I have a scar on my face from where she hit me in the mouth with a shovel.
60.  Today I consider my siblings and parents among my very best friends.
61. I consider my marriage to Glen as one of the wisest choices I ever made.  He is a kind, hard-working, and patient man.
62.  When I get excited about something, I tend to get a little obsessive.
63.  I consider this trait to be one my greatest strengths and also one of my greatest weaknesses.
64.  I went to seminary with 2 members of the 80's singing group, The Jets.
65.  One of the Jets (Moana)  really wanted to see what high school was like, so she came along to school one day with me. 
66.   It was the only day in my life that I was popular. 
67.  I love to read and consider it one of my guilty pleasures in life.
68.  I won the school district spelling bee when I was in 4th grade.
69.  My winning word was vaccination.
70.  I never had broccoli, peppers, spinach, or cilantro until I was an adult. 
71.  I had a paper route until I was in high school.
72.  I worked at a grocery store most of my way through high school.
73.  I have always had a deep down desire to be the life of the party--witty, outgoing, and charming. 
74.  It'll never, ever, ever happen in real life, so I let out my wild side (such that it is) here on the blog.
75.  I love collecting quotes and have kept my own quote book since I was a teenager.
76.  I only missed a couple days of seminary in all 4 years. 
77.  I pride myself on being reliable, except when I go into ignore mode.
78.  I definitely prefer big town living over small town living.
79.  Not that I've ever lived in a small town or anything, I just like a little anonymity. 
80.  If I walk outside and find the lighting particularly pretty, I'll go inside and get my camera and start taking pictures of the family for no particular reason other than the lighting. 
81.  I'm sure that's why half my family gets grumpy when they see me pull out my camera.
82.  I love peanut butter and thank my lucky stars every time I eat it that no one in our family is allergic to it. 
83.  When I'm by myself in the car I don't listen to music very often.  It's either talk-radio or nothing.
84.  My train of thought can be very random.
85.  I have the two best callings in the church right now....nursery leader and ward bulletin editor.  The nursery kids are sweet and snuggly and hilarious and the ward bulletin is a sort of paper version of a ward blog for me where I can stretch myself spiritually and creatively. 
86.  Some days I am sure that I have adult onset ADHD. 
87.  I'm very competitive and so is Glen, so board games can get pretty intense.
88.  I'm not a grudge holder.
89.  Inertia is my biggest nemesis. 
90.  Glen and I both very risk averse.
91. I have now lived in Virginia longer than I ever lived in Minnesota. 
92.  I have mixed feelings about giving up my title of Minnesotan.
93.  I way prefer cookie dough over the baked cookies.
94.  It's one of the things I miss the most about eating sugar only once-a-week.  We always end up making special desserts instead of simple cookies. 
95.  I have to keep my potty humor suppressed around Glen.  He does not find tooting very funny at all, which is extra funny because when we spend time with his brothers, it's all they talk about and Glen laughs right along with them. 
96.  Adam appreciates my tooting jokes/comments, which is nice since we have ample opportunity to laugh about tooting in our house.
97.  I've never had to wear glasses.  Glen's never had to wear braces.   So far my eye and teeth genes are both prevailing. 
98.  Before September, epilepsy used to be something that frightened me.   Now it's less of a fright and more of a figuring out how to get over this hurdle. 
99.  I almost always put mascara on before I leave the house.
100. I usually blog at night when I'm losing steam fast and then think/dream about what I've typed all night long.  (see #40) I almost always tweak my blogpost in the morning. 
101.  I'm not one for dramatic endings.

The End. 

Important Announcement

Just to be perfectly clear, there was absolutely no hidden meaning in the last post.  

Zero. Zilch. Nada. Zippo. 

Flashback Friday: Worst Pregnancy Craving Ever

When I was pregnant with Emma I  developed this funny fetish for limes.  It was one of the only strong pregnancy cravings that I ever remember having through my five pregnancies, but it was so intense I daydreamed about limes for days before deciding that I just had to give in and make something limey. 

I could have been normal and made  a key lime pie or drank some limeade or something, but I was feeling ambitious that day and decided to be creative and make some lime jelly.  Man oh man, was I excited about the lime toast I was going to have when I was done! 

Somewhere I found a recipe for how to make some and excitedly I went right to work.  I fastidiously followed that recipe to a "T".  While I was simmering some whole limes in a small amount of water, I carefully measured the sugar and prepared the canning jars for what was sure to be the best jars of jelly ever! 

After simmering for some time,  I gave the limes a stir, as the recipe suggested.    Unfortunately for me, one stir was all it took for the pent-up pressure inside the limes to explode through the softened rinds and all over me.

What ensued next, was an apocalyptic kind of scene that I'm sure will be in one of Stephen King's novels someday.  Scalding hot lime innards were spewn  everywhere, including my face, neck, arms, and down my shirt.  I was screaming.  My kids were unhurt, but screaming because I was screaming.  And all I could do was claw at myself to get the evil citrus pulp off my blistering skin while I ran for a cold shower. 

Epilogue:  Despite the traumatic experience,  I still held to my visions of lustrous green jelly that tasted as sweet and perky as a lime popsicle.  It was with these visions and out of pure stubbornness, that eventually I finished making the lime jelly.    The jam ended up being an unappetizing shade of brownish-green and tasted so sour and horrible that it was truly inedible.   I threw the whole batch in the trash.   

  Thankfully the 2nd degree burn splatters healed without scarring and Spence and Cami have since forgotten the day their mother got attacked by evil limes.    Mostly I'm over the experience, but even 11 years later I still feel a short moment of glee and sweet revenge when I poke the tip of my knife into the skin of a lime while I cut it in half for my dinner preparations.   That'll show them not to mess with Lara the lime killer.  

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Embracing Boringness

 I'm in a blogging rut.

•  My kids are cute, but no cuter than they were yesterday. 

• We're two months away from the next family birthday, although according to Ellie it's coming very soon. 

• No one's won any awards.

• Spencer still gives me dirty looks whenever I pull out the camera. 

• It still hasn't snowed more than a half-inch, although we did get an ice storm last night, which did give the kids their first full snow day, but didn't make for great snowman material (or photo-ops). 

I feel like I've morphed into a run-of-the-mill mommy blogger. 

Don't get me wrong....I totally love mommy blogs all the way and fully admit that mine is and always has been a mommy blog.   However, I have this slight phobia of being totally normal.   I think it stems from coming from a big family or something.  If I don't do something different, I might get lost in the crowd. 

Problem is, I am a very routine person who rarely does anything truly interesting....

So I've made an executive decision.

Rather than continuing to fight my natural boringness and getting discouraged when I fail,  I've decided that it's time to embrace normalcy wholeheartedly. 

I am normal. 

.... just like this speed limit sign. 

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Wisdom from the Bowling Alley

Today we decided to take advantage of the holiday from school and work and take the family bowling.  Bowling is only a once or twice-a-year adventure for us, so it's always good for some laughs and good photo ops. 

We had a lot of fun, but for some reason I was just "off" my game today.   I bowled much more horribly than is even usual for me.  Instead of being irritated at my string of gutter balls, though,  it got me thinking about life and talents and gutter balls and well, since this is all a bit weird, maybe I'll start with  the back story first. 

 

When I was a teenager I used to get all bent out of shape about how I had no visible talents.

I can't sing.   I'm not artistic.  I have no rhythm.  I can't speak any foreign languages. I can't run fast.  I can't multiply 6 digit numbers in my head.  I don't do tongue twisters. I can't sew.  I'm not organized.  Heck, I couldn't even tease my bangs very well.  I was throwing a lot of proverbial gutter balls. 

I felt that I was like the man given only one talent in Jesus' parable of the talents while everyone around me had been showered with ten (or more).  With the help of my parents (and a good dose of springtime sunshine), I could always eventually come up with a few things that I was good at to make me feel a little better.  Things like... reading really fast, being able to memorize things, being a decent speller, and having almost hairless arms.    

As I've grown older I still sometimes struggle with the same insecurities, although I like to think that as I've aged I've developed a little better perspective on things now.   While I still sometimes lament that I'll never be able to sing a duet with Glen at church, I can see now how my invisible-talents are instrumental in making me the mother/wife that I am today.

A talent for being fiercely loyal--to my family, to my friends, to my country, to my kids' schools, to my faith, to my insurance company.  

A talent for being consistent--in holding family home evenings weekly despite our crazy schedules, in blogging, in developing routines/traditions for my family, in my church callings, in ignoring my email inbox.

A talent for being passionate in my pursuits--in cooking healthy dinners for our family, in fulfilling my responsibilities, in mothering, in wanting to share the little tidbits I've learned along the way of life with others (aka blogging). 

A talent for not holding a grudge--while I am sensitive, I am not easily offended.  I give people the benefit of the doubt and assume the best, even when their actions speak otherwise. 

So what about bowling a bad game got me thinking like this?  I think it was the whole consistency thing.  I've been feeling lately that this is one of my gifts (although it definitely doesn't carry over to my  bowling abilities).  While it's not a spiritual gift you'll read about in the scriptures.  Nor will it ever be on a list of sought-after talents; it is one of my gifts and I believe it has been instrumental in making me the kind of mother I am today.  

The kind of mother who consistently brings her camera with her and passionately takes a gazillion pictures hoping to capture that "one" shot...  (of course the "one" shot didn't ever happen in the low lighting of the bowling alley)

A mother who can't help but be completely charmed at how sweet her husband and kids are...

A mother who passionately feels that some delicious food is the perfect ending to a fun day....

A mother who loves finding a fun new frozen yogurt restaurant (Red Mango) that we can loyally visit on a frequent basis...

A mother who fiercely wishes that her boys would stop running away from the camera, so she can capture more cheesy grins like this....

A mother who consistently stays up later than she should, while she rambles on and on about her philosophies and thoughts on life. 

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