Friday, March 27, 2015

Ezra Turns 3!

There really is not more to say than what the following pictures already say. Ezra had a manly birthday. He and I took a field trip to Cabela's this morning while his sisters were at school. He loved every second of it! Then we went to lunch at Firehouse Subs, which made his day even cooler. Free kids meal, can I get a woot woot?! After we picked up Siena from school, we all got started on decorating Ez's cake, which is not the one actually pictured. It was covered in literal mountains of chocolate cake with frosting, gum drop pine trees, a little fabric tent and mountain animals from his toy box. The kids loved creating that cake almost as much as I did, though the perfectionist inside me screams for more trees and a river, (I am still learning to let things go.) We invited the family over for cake and ice cream and s'mores later in the evening. It was quite the day for the little guy, and judging by his snoring right now, he is in some type of sugar coma. I am awaiting the detox monster tomorrow....


Tuesday, March 3, 2015

FHE Tonight

Qiana gave the lesson about scriptures and keeping records. (That girl loves to prepare Family Home Evening lessons, by the way.)

Then, for our activity we painted self-portraits. This was a first for every single person, but it turned out to be quite an interesting and fun activity. We all appreciate artists and their talents so much more now.

Saturday is a Crazy Day

Saturday, in a nutshell:

Skiing at Shanelle's work party at Sundance.

Timpanogos Temple, so we could take some family names and accomplish another #staccha25in2015 goal. (Nearly fainted across the altar in the sealing room... again. Made a big scene, how embarrassing!)

Baby Shower for a sister in the ward.

Tio Jorge's 60th birthday fiesta to finish the night.

Phew! It was a tiring, but great day.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Flashback To That Time I Went To San Francisco

Clear back in January I had the amazing privilege of getting together with some dear friends from our Philly days in the beautiful city of San Francisco. Here are just some of our adventures:


Why yes, we did find a favorite brunch spot pretty quickly.  At Honey, Honey.

Clare, me, Sara, Danica, Jessica, Dani, and Lisa

We had... probably... just finished a meal and were... probably... planning out which places we needed to go to eat at next.  Sounds about right.


My morning sickness decided to make its debut the very weekend I left on this little trip. I was pretty miserable a good half of the time, but hey, if you gotta be miserable, at least be miserable in California. (Here I am at the Museè Mechanique... or spelled something like that.)

We walked... a lot. Like, we're talking miles and miles per day. It was great! Though the picture is blurry, my memory of this quaint alley we stumbled across is not. It was so picturesque with the city in the background, the surrounding lush foliage and quiet escape feel to the place. I could definitely live there!


We made it to Chinatown, but the visit wasn't too notable since we arrived pretty late. Here we are, taking a break on some dirty steps upon which I'm pretty sure someone had recently urinated....


The delicious brown butter smell that permeated the air in the block surrounding Tartine Bakery was almost enough to put me in an early grave it made me so nauseated. Brown butter! The smell I live for! Pregnancy oddities are just sometimes full of dark humor. Luckily, my craving to take part in all things Delicious won over my instinct to flee and I enjoyed the bread pudding and a quiche that my mouth is watering over at just the memory.

The contents of that Holy Grail of baked goodness.

Who can resist a good thrift store? Not us.

Who can resist a good fabric warehouse? Not us.

When in San Francisco, you visit The Painted Ladies, if only to sing the Full House theme song out in full vibrato. (No, I personally didn't do that; there were plenty of volunteers who knew the song much better than me.)


So, did I like the trip? No. I LOVED the trip. Will I ever miss a chance to hang out with these good friends? Not if I can help it. Speaking of which, we're already in the planning stages of the next trip: Savanna, Georgia March 2017!

Monday, February 23, 2015

Okay, let me sum up:

I'm doing dental marionette shows again with the Utah Dental Alliance for elementary schools in Utah County this month. It's been busy, but a good distraction from my nausea.


February has been unseasonably warm, of which we are not going to complain.


Ignore unfinished picnic area in foreground. Back there is Margo's lovely new kennel Chad and I set up one day.


Tea Party at preschool for "Letter T Week"


...but we do some learnin' too sometimes.


Visiting Brother Brätt, post-cancer surgery.


Ezra may have started to understand that he is no longer going to be Mommy's baby. Terrible Two's are going out with a BANG!


Modeling their new Valentine skirts (my only recent sewing project.)


There's a first time for everything. Ez finally got to "officially" go to the dentist.


Grandma Camp turned 80!!! I asked her what her advice to me was and she told me to just enjoy every minute with my family. 


Chad is living with us and it's just too perfect that his dog our dog are friends to let a week-long play date pass us by. (...and yes, they did have fun tearing up the back yard and pulling up old landscaping fabric. So. Much. Fun.) 


These munchkins have put up with a lot of griping and lazy days from their mama lately.  I love 'em to pieces!

Two-ish Months In

February has been a crazy month for us. It was crazy-warm outside practically every day until yesterday so winter didn't really linger like it usually does around these parts.  I absolutely can't complain because we were able to clean up the yard that Margo had torn up over the months of November, December, and January. (Having a puppy has been a lot more work at times than having three children under the ages of 7.) After we cleaned up the yard, the neighbor's dog had worked up the courage to come over and meet his friend through the fence, and literally busted THROUGH the fence to play with Margo. After a few rather large holes and a few trips of her own over to neigbor's yard, Margo was given a large, but still confined space of her own on the opposite end of the yard. I love our dog, but I feel like the worst person ever keeping her not only strictly outdoors, but now in a kennel (however large it may be.)

Anyway, once the Margo drama was out of the way, I could really focus on being The World's Best Mom!


Ha.

Yeah, that never happened.  We still have our routine, but I've kind of been M.I.A. from it thanks to a little thing called Morning Sickness. Blah! It has definitely wreaked havoc on me this time.  I mean, it's all day long and through the night sometimes.  I can't get my energy up to do anything until mid-morning (this includes getting out of bed sometimes.)

Oh wait, did I not mention I was pregnant yet??

 Sorry, my bad.  Ta Da! I'm having another baby!  Due date is August 31st right now. We wanted to have a baby earlier but insurance issues got in the way thanks to good 'ol ObamaCare and Open-Enrollment restrictions.  "Water under the bridge now," I keep telling myself. Side note: my opinion is that it's good for some, bad for others. We just happen to fall into the latter category, which I justifiably don't need to like. (Yay for pregnant lady rants!) But mooooving on... the kids were so excited when we told them. Juan started by sharing some x-rays of animals and recognizable human bones. Then we pulled out the ultrasound wrapped up like swaddled baby in a baby carrier. They were a little confused at first, but upon further inspection of the ultrasound, they were squealing with joy. August will be quite the busy month for us, assuming many plans don't change.  Also, I accepted the request (in a moment of weakness caused by a wave of mom-guilt) to be in charge of the school's Reflections program which gets pretty busy in September. "Stacia, Stacia... Do you need to be institutionalized?"

Anyway, I'm hoping that after all this whining and complaining Juan will still stick around.  He says he loves me, but I'm starting to suspect he has ulterior motives because nobody, I mean NOBODY has as much patience as he has. Maybe he married me for my money....


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

25 in 2015

Inspired by a cousin who actually accomplished her aggressive list of "30 before 30", I'm attempting my own for 2015.  This is mostly because I've finally realized how little I consciously push myself out of my comfort zone.  Not that I always need to, but I think 2015 could be a great adventure with interesting goals.  So, here it is (some have changed from the original list, mostly because of a perspective shift:)



  1. Drink the daily recommended dose of water for at least 30 days
  2. Learn more about playing the organ--enough to play it for the sacrament meeting songs
  3. Make and FINISH a quilt
  4. Run a 5k
  5. Learn the first cd of Chinese
  6. Read The Hunger Games (check)
  7. Attend a temple I've never visited before
  8. Serve at the Food and Care Coalition, or equivalent
  9. Refinish some kind of furniture
  10. Read The Pearl of Great Price
  11. Run/Walk Margo at least 104 times
  12. Make osso buco
  13. Invite someone to read The Book of Mormon
  14. Get a new website up and running for Solstice
  15. Learn and perform a new song for the recital
  16. Post at least 24 blog entries (... gonna really do it this time!)
  17. Take a family name to the temple
  18. Learn how to make frijoles charros
  19. Landscape picnic area in backyard
  20. Take a CE-type floral class
  21. Write letters to someone-- Snail mail
  22. No TV for a week
  23. Learn how to yodel
  24. Learn how to ballroom dance--Salsa!
  25. Learn how to cut the girls' hair

I was fortunate enough (ha!) to be sick the first week of January, so with all the downtime that came with that, I finished The Hunger Games.  It has been ages since I read a fictional book because I am not in the habit of leisurely reading in my "spare time" so I was pretty proud of that one.  (Although it was NOT made known to me that it was a book about children killing children.  I have issues with that... and with how much I loved the book.) I've already started walking Margo (my recovering lungs still can't handle a run with this cold air) and am trying to find a song to play for the recital.  It will be extremely tough getting this all in because I'm just plain lazy but I guess that's why I am doing this--to break some bad habits.  Hopefully I don't go craaaaaaaaazy.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Wind of September

A recap from August thru September:

Castle Valley Pageant with the whole Chavez family. A crazy wedding flower week. Traditional/eclectic flowers (yeah, it's a thing,) luau flowers that night, and Baroque flowers the next morning. Bought a puppy. Had to return her at the begging of her previous owners who found a last-minute dogsitter until they owned a home. Bought a new puppy the next day and named her Margo. Loved Margo more. Family reunion with parents, grandma, bro and sis in Jackson Hole. Hiked with kids around Jenny Lake in light snow. Toured downtown Jackson. Had a blast at Bar J Wranglers. Got chewed out by an elderly woman for not wrangling Ezra better during the show. Wanted to wrangle her, but just used my words instead (this is worth mentioning because I rarely get into confrontations, but at that point I just felt so strongly that she needed to be told that it was a family friendly event and that Ez was behaving fairly well for a two year-old.) Explored Yellowstone and watched the rest of my family's awe-struck faces at the geysers, waterfall and wildlife. Went to a company party at Vince and Megan's house in Park City, where we got to ride the alpine slide. Good news: Qiana didn't die or get seriously injured like she suspected. Qiana turned 5 years old. We built a fire pit in the backyard and had s'mores to celebrate that night. Qiana finished her last month of soccer for a while--Mommy was not able to handle the taxi schedule as much as she would have liked. Enjoyed the new weather, full of rain. Oh! Qiana started preschool! It's a coop preschool between me and two other mom friends (Lacee and Jen.) She loves it and I'm figuring out how much I like it too. Listened to General Conference! Was really looking forward to hearing the talks by inspired men and women. Did not disappoint, especially since Ryan so graciously offered some tickets to Juan and me. It was my first time ever going to General Conference! Took a fun preschool field trip to the pumpkin patch and corn maze. Qiana saw a massive pig that made a deep impression on her. Went to Disneyland!! First timers Juan and the kids were enjoying it almost as much as me, watching them take it all in. Qiana couldn't handle Splash Mountain or Space Mountain, for which I don't blame her during Halloween. Thanks to a ton of great advice and a very detailed game plan offered by Brian and Nicole, we were able to get quickly on as many rides as we wanted with many return visits. Went to the famed Halloween party at Disneyland. Also did not disappoint. Went to Laguna Beach and true Little Mexico in L.A. for a hit of culture shock for our kids. Gorged on churros, tacos, and a huitlacoche huarache. Welcomed Chad back home from his mission at the SLC airport a few days later.  Best!! Went to the cabin that weekend with the rest of the fam except the Magleby portion... which we severely miss. Margo and Stryker quickly became best friends. Ez fell in love with the zip line. A couple days later Siena went back to school and our schedules got back to normal. I still teach piano lessons and we are preparing for our first recital in November. Fall rings in the holiday season and more hectic lives, but I have tried to imprint daily moments in my mind so as to relish in them later; unfortunately I haven't had enough time to write them in detail on the blog. Knowing that it probably wouldn't all get written, I have really tried to be in the moment and appreciate it, which has made a world of difference.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Familiar Angels

Harold Wood (My Great Grandfather)


Today was the third of five family reunions this summer.  I know people don't usually say they love family reunions, but I do.  I really do love them.  We got ready and when Sierra got to our house this morning for a ride down, we said a prayer and hit the road.  Once we got to Holden for the Harold Wood family reunion, we had a ton of fun.  There were tables full of yummy food, tons of crafts for the kids, fun games, a speaking portion where three of the five of their surviving children spoke about their memories as kids and youth, and a massive genealogy project of filing copies of old (and I mean OLD) family pictures for each of us as keepsakes.  It felt so nice to be surrounded by family--many of whom I had just met today--and I could help but feel that connection to our rich heritage in that town.

One experience is particularly noteworthy and is still somewhat emotional for me relate.  Many people brought their four-wheelers so people could have fun all around Holden, not just at the town pavilion.  It was a great idea because it got all the guys involved in our family history scavenger hunt just up the hill at the town cemetery (anything that involves riding a four-wheeler is a good idea to a guy.)  Anyway, at the beginning of the day an announcement was made that children could only ride with a person 16 years+ of age.  We didn't want any accidents.  Everything was going well and after the scavenger hunt people intermittently took turns riding around the area on the 4-wheelers.

Well, time passed and parents became less cautious of their children as it was an extremely small town and all the kids were playing and having fun.  I was one of those parents.  Juan, however, was a little more aware and when he spied Siena getting on a four-wheeler with a cousin not too older than herself, he told her not to go.  Later, he saw her doing the exact opposite of what she was told and got a bad feeling.  He jumped on a four-wheeler with Ezra and followed the two young girls.  When he caught up to them, they were told that they had to return to the pavilion and return the four-wheeler.  He started following them back down the hill to make sure they were safe.  As they made their descent, the cousin told him that they were going to make a quick stop at Grandma's house on their way.  He told them that that was fine (the house was a hop and a skip away) as long as they went directly to the rest of the group afterward.  They did that, but on their way down the hill, they must have turned a gravelly corner too fast because the four-wheeler flipped.  The cousin was thrown from the ATV and Siena was pummeled and pinned to the ground with the machine on top of her.  (This part was told to us by Siena as we were all down at the pavilion and out of sight.)  All I know of what happened afterward is that Juan looked up to spot their four-wheeler to make sure they were coming back and what he saw was spinning wheels, turned  upside down.  He frantically rode up to them on the four-wheeler and arrived at the same time that another nearby rider arrived. Siena had managed to get herself out from under the four-wheeler by the time Juan arrived. Juan immediately checked her body for damage. Miraculously, she walked away with a few scrapes and aches, but nothing serious.  Her cousin was perfectly fine as well.  When I heard the news, it was told to me very nonchalantly. I really didn't let it sink in what had just happened.  It was scary to me, but not anything to be too upset with because I saw that she was okay.  However, in the hours that have passed I have started to realize the miracle that it truly was that she was left whole after what had happened to her.

(As an aside, I have known for many years and have been warned for even more years that four-wheelers are more dangerous than other ATVs because they make the rider feel more comfortable than if he were on a 3-wheeler or motorcycle and therefore he will take more risks.  And here's a startling statistic from the Academy of Orthopaedic Surgeons in April of 2011:

          "Although only 15 percent of ATV riders are children, they account for 27 percent of ATV injuries, and 28 percent of deaths."

It's not a comfortable statistic and it most likely would have changed how I monitored my kids today.)

The most important thing I was witness to was the fact that not only was our little prayer this morning accepted, Juan was offered a call of warning, he acted on that prompting, our Siena did not contribute to that statistic, and I felt a peaceful feeling that our family was surrounded and protected by those same people whose pictures we had just collected.  Most of the relatives in those pictures are laid about 300 feet from where the accident took place.  I have no doubt that familiar angels were among the mayhem on that road... protecting, as I know they do.  And recognizing the blessing of my family, immediate and extended, I am profoundly grateful for them all.

Smatterings

We've gotten settled into our home, but not quite into the neighborhood yet.  We've been just as introverted as the neighbors seem to be, but everyone is still friendly.  The kids and I have grown close to our next door neighbors, Sandra and her little girl Sophia, but they've got a tragic situation of a surprise divorce to deal with and they had to move, (which actually happened today.)  I love them and wish we could see them every day.  Despite the challenges in her young and fragile life, Sophie is always smiling.  She has such good manners and is just pleasant to be around.  Her mother has been dealt such a hard card right now and I wish I could just let them stay with us, but that wouldn't work because they have 4 children and we just don't have the space.

Speaking of people living with us, I'm really excited for the most recent change that has taken place with us.  We happen to have an extra bedroom and bathroom in the basement and were able to find someone who could use it.  Luckily, they're family and we don't have worry about the kids getting along too much.  They've lived with us for about a week and a half now and it's just going so well.  I can't believe how easy-going the whole situation has been because I've heard things like this can get sticky.  Oh well, we're just lucky enough NOT to be the statistic in this case.

In other news, we've been attending the Spanish Branch Ward (we're surely back in Utah now!)  Although I don't quite feel welcome yet, I think it will be a positive experience.  It is what you make it, right?  I just got called to be a teacher in the Primary for the 7 year-olds.  Tomorrow's lesson is on the importance of tithing and I'm just so excited for it.  Teaching in the primary is so fun and there is so much creative license for those lessons.  I love the new teaching method, (Come, Follow Me,) and I can't wait to finish off the year with my pre-baptism kids.

As with anything, I think the neighborhood and the Spanish ward experiences are going to be whatever we decide they'll be.  I hope I can have more drive to go out and meet people though.  In a place so highly populated with people just like you, it's hard not to stick to your own schema.

Searching, Buying, Renovating, Moving... BAM!

Okay, it's pretty clear by now that we were in a massive house hunt and it had happened over the course of an entire year.  (This post recaps what had happened over the course of that year.)

Well, the good news is that we were able to purchase the home.  The better news is that it has happily surprised us with a bunch of features we were unaware of until we moved in.  The best news is that we are as unpacked as we can get right now (craft room is still in boxes because we will be renovating that next year.)

I once read an article a woman wrote about her level of happiness and how it depended so much on moving into a better/bigger/newer home.  It really reminded me at the time that I was so focused on the goal of owning our own home and being able to splash paint on a wall that I was missing out on the blessings of each rental we had been in.  I have since tried to keep that in perspective, and that has truly helped me, but I will say that being able to put so much time and creativity and personal touch into this home has been thrilling to say the least.  I don't know if it's because of nostalgia (it feels like I'm playing house in Grandma Wood's old tree, trying to make every nook have a "household purpose",) or if it's because I have really felt so liberated with letting my imagination run wild with the possibilities that await to which I now have access.

With all the chaos of packing aside, our renovations were the main time-sucker.  We knew we only had three weeks until we had to be out of the rental house, and given the amount of renovations--besides the moving!--we were going to be pushing our time limits.  So we started with the kitchen cabinets.  Working all day, every day for a week and a half, I taped and de-glossed and taped some more.  The prep work was the majority of the project.  Juan and his dad spent every night helping with hardware removal, primer, coats of paint, re-installation, and a side-job of painting the upstairs brick fireplace.  It was a massive undertaking: I'm sure that between the three of us, we put in over 100 hours of work on just the cabinets alone.

The next big project was painting.  Sierra helped me do that because she's a pro.  She taught me how to "cut-in" and how to be more patient with that job.  We had both kids' bedrooms, the bathroom, the hall closet, and the laundry room to paint.  It was a lot more work that I expected, but it turned out so much better and it was a ton of fun to spend so much time with my sister.

Moving on, we had carpet to rip out in the kids' bedrooms and the living room.  Sierra helped me with that and you can imagine that 30+ year-old carpet pads are not a pretty sight.  There were piles of dust and debris everywhere!  It was worth it though;the house smelled infinitely better after the carpet guys installed the new carpet--the one thing we didn't do ourselves.

We had some encouragement from friends and family to tackle the laundry room and upstairs bathroom while we were on our renovation "high" so we took a few deep breaths and got back to work.  It was such a good choice.  The Before and After of both rooms was incredible.

After all the dust had settled, we still had a tiny bit of that excitement left so we just changed a few minor things: we took out the microwave above the range, vented out of the house and installed a range hood, updated the old kitchen sink faucet, installed some simple, new light fixtures inside and outside, and changed out some pendant light covers.  It was a nice facelift and it didn't cost too much.  Actually, that was the most exciting thing: we stayed within our reno budget!  We did a lot of compromising and bargain hunting, but we did it.

Now that we are back to school and back to a normal routine, things are slowing down a bit; however, the changes have not stopped completely because just yesterday I spent a day ripping out grass in our back yard to make way for some garden boxes.  It's going to be a while (possibly a very, VERY long while) before we say, "Enough" because we have so many ideas we'd like to try.  I guess that is the fun of home ownership though and it's safe to say that that's still pretty exciting to me.

(Pictures can be found HERE in the July 2014 folder.)

Monday, June 30, 2014

Wild!

I'll write this as concisely as possible since it's extremely late:

A transformer blew, knocked out the power and started a huge fire in the field across the street tonight. I'm so grateful for ready and willing neighbors with nothing but shovels to dampen the flames. The jurisdiction between city, county and national forest service was debatable so the trucks didn't show up for a long time, scaring us all into "evacuation-ready mode" as the flames reached high and across a vast space. Canyon Road was lined with cars as concerned passersby were fraught with worry too, because from where we all were situated (downhill from the fire) it looked as if it was burning much closer to barns and homes than it in fact was.

Anyway, the fire trucks pulled up a good twenty minutes after we all called which was a little disheartening as there is a station just down the street from us, but it was hard to feel too upset with them because we started to notice that the bright orange glow was getting weaker (heroes with shovels!) The road was shut down and the fifty or so people on the road dwindled back down to around ten.

We started to calm down and eventually felt assured that homes would be secure and the fields would be barely even smoking by morning. Juan and I and a neighbor (the last civilians still out) were saying our goodbyes around 12:30 as the mayor walked up to the scene. He had been one of the first people there, but as he couldn't do much to help he left and returned later to check up on things.  It's just now a quarter to two in the morning and the firetrucks are starting to leave.  I'm so so so grateful that nothing worse happened!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Attempting to Drive with Both Hands on the Wheel

I would like to begin by saying I do not write this with any attempt to argue a point hereafter.  I do not have the clout to stand up as an authority on the subject, I am not an historian, nor am I talented in rebuttals on-the-fly.  However, since we are in a socially-bound world and all share the same freedom of expression, I feel completely justified in sharing my thoughts on my personal, but publicly accessible blog.


There are many issues in the world that disturb me, from human trafficking to poverty to warlords to drug cartels.  I don't feel alone in knowing that those things ought not happen. This conviction stems from a secularly inexplicable core of values that most humans hold to be standard for all of the human race.  In religious terms, it is considered a moral compass or the light within.

The world's history has seen many, and I mean many, a time when delusions and justifications have built upon each other to the point when what seems utterly wrong was completely acceptable and sometimes even viewed as necessary.  The first (and most obvious) thing that comes to mind is the leaders of the Axis nations during WWII, specifically Adolf Hitler.  Hitler was a man who instigated mass slayings in the most abhorring ways, and to you and me and most of the world during that time those things ought not to have happened.  Yet, how did it happen?  Did a man who had a little power just decide one day to attempt to take over the whole European world?  No.  He joined the Nazi party during WWI and spread his power fever among those who leaned toward Socialism.  Eventually he wrote a book explaining that he was unjustly imprisoned when he tried to take over Munich with around two-thousand other Nazis.  He blatantly disregarded the group of people he was trying to lay siege upon and for that, he was imprisoned for treason.  In essence, he was denied what he thought should have been his.  What do you think?  Was it his for the taking?  Was it Bavaria's for the keeping?  All I see in review of this event was a power struggle that was lost and we all know what happened next.  Hitler resented those who imprisoned him.  He used a lot of martyrdom in his speech, claiming he was only thinking about his countrymen.  He used the law as his script, slightly turning ideas in the direction he was aiming for--anti-semitism and total domination.  He tactically used his personal "struggle" to persuade others into thinking that it was the religious values that were contributing to Germany's post-war weaknesses.  Bold speeches occasionally coupled with threats cornered those who didn't agree with his thoughts, all the while using "the law" as his mark.  While there were surely problems with the current state of Germany, Hitler was enticing people to join him to fix those problems with an experimental governing force.  It had not been accepted before, but it could work, right?  After all, it was he and his fellow Nazi followers (who were growing more in number daily) who had felt the harsh judgements of Tradition.  Once given a voice and essentially undeniable power as Chancellor, there was no limit to what Hitler could enforce.  He had plenty of people following him, willing to go to any length because it was a cause they believed in.  The vast majority of Germany was left to suffer from this minority's decisions because they didn't stop it earlier.

We are quite aware of what ensued, so the question begs to be asked: How did something so blatantly wrong become diluted in such a way that it was embraced by millions?  It came as it has come many times before; through arguments that could not quickly be refuted; through a talent of speech; through personal attestations of oppression; through willing audiences whose participation created a justification for review of the law; and through a group with an agenda to gain recognition.

This same process is happening now in a very real way, although it has come in a completely different form (please don't misinterpret this; the comparison is to the general process alone, not the result.)  I feel like the propaganda of it all is spreading a new ideology in this country--that is, the ideology that every single person has the SAME rights, regardless of what they've been inherently given.

Indulge me for a second.  The word EQUALITY used to mean that every human was to be treated as such--a human being. I doubt there are many people who disagree with that. However, the term has been spread now, diluted within the current legal limits, to mean that whether you are a man or a woman, parent or child, Priesthood holder or not (in the case of my own religion) every single person should have the SAME authority, that there would be no distinction of roles, that there would be the SAME responsibility across gender lines, cross-generationally, and ecclesiastically.  (As a side-note: please draw your attention to the word SAME.  It is a completely different word than EQUAL.  Yet, we speak of equality now of being the SAME.  Why on earth would you want to be the SAME as someone else?  I have such a hard time explaining to my daughters that although they get to do different things they are still equal.  Although one gets to have play dates while her sister is in school, her sister gets to go to recess with lots of friends every day.  They are different, but they are EQUAL.  Differences are good; it is when we look at what we don't have that gets us into the mindset that we have been shortchanged.)

But back to the process I mentioned before:

Not even a century ago, most people in the United States believed in marriage solely between a man and a woman.  This has changed.  60 years ago, nobody batted an eye that only men held the Priesthood in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  This too has changed.  In such a short time with information traveling faster with each decade, the dilution of those standards changed.  People stopped relying on their own compass within and put more faith in the convincing words of others.  Once again, arguments couldn't be quickly refuted; there were personal stories of those who had been poorly treated (using those stories as arguments that every person who didn't align with their views would act in like manner;) and because of the strength in numbers to attract attention, we are shifting into an iconoclastic society.  Certain things ought not to happen, yet they are being touted as completely acceptable and viewed as necessary.  The majority is shifting into the minority because they don't stop to ponder all the implications of these arguments and that group will quickly lose its voice unless they speak out.  It is no longer sufficient for people who have traditional convictions to sit back and let this run its course.  We see what happens when things are left to work themselves out.  It is similar to a car pointed toward a long stretch of road with no hands on the steering wheel....



First Camping Trip of 2014


This past weekend, the girls suggested we take Juan camping for Father's Day.  I offered the idea up to Juan and he graciously accepted it (probably because we had done all the packing and cooking--the hardest part of camping, in my opinion.)  In true Chavez spontaneity, we left a couple hours after the idea had initially been presented. We drove to the same spot we went camping last year, a little-known campsite behind Rock Canyon in the Uintahs.  It was a little bit harder to get our little Honda Pilot up there because of all the avalanche damage over the roads, but we pushed through until we made it.  It was surprisingly cold, which we were only sort-of prepared for, but we all stayed warm during the night, so it turned out okay.  Ezra didn't sleep very well (a similar thing happened last year,) but thankfully he was not sick and we could go on a hike the next morning to Stewart Falls behind Mt. Timpanogos. 





The girls did pretty well with only a little complaining of their legs being sore, and Ezra caught up with the sleep he lost the night before.  Juan was carrying that cute chunky monkey the whole time, which was quite the test of how well his ankle is healing.  He was a little sore afterwards, but it was overall a successful hike.  I can't believe that after all this time living in Provo, I had never been there!



 Afterward, we drove home and got all cleaned up.  We got ready in time to find a great spot for watching the parade:
Their candy stash was a little too much to handle....


Thursday, May 29, 2014

Mi Casa Es Su Casa... Es Su Casa.... Es Su Casa...

Things on the housing front are looking a bit brighter.  After 8 months of serious searching, 3 different housing contracts signed this year alone, and countless house visits, we think we've got "the one".  It's a looooooot cheaper than we were originally going for, but I think that's on the better end of the spectrum of practicality, right?  It's not perfect: it's old and it does not have Central Air, it looks dated and needs a little bit of TLC, BUT it has just enough updating done that we can finish the rest DIY-style and make it "our own".

We're happy, but not completely excited yet.  This could be because we've gotten this far before and have had some major turn of events happen to nix the whole operation (e.g. Texas house financing, moldy house inspection, and a simple but sure answer to prayer on a house that was reaching the tip-top of our price point.)  The house inspection is tomorrow, and barring any unforeseen problems, we will be set to close before the end of June.  Wow.  It really might be happening this time.

I feel that through all the experiences with this house hunt, I have grown in a way that I may not have otherwise.  Financially, we've been in a great position to be home-owners for quite a while now and always knowing that was the hardest thing to reconcile with our situation; there was so much red tape, hidden nightmares, and unanswerable reasons in our previous endeavors.  However, now I can take a little more disappointment, drop a few expectations and can find more things to be content with.  Timetables are still important to me, but I'm learning that they are not everything and certainly not the most important things.  This is a huge shift in perspective for me because I am a very goal-driven, proactive person for the most part.  Doing all that you can do just has to be enough sometimes.  I cannot control God's path for me; I simply have to swallow my pride and hunker down until the sun starts shining again.  

In the meantime it's just nice to sit back and ponder on the clouds, because they never last forever.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

May

This is basically how May has happened so far....
1. Our post-ice skating snack. Turns out Qiana was as good at eating ice as she was at skating on it. In this pic, Ez was plotting against me and my sno-cone since they spilled half of theirs. He subsequently carried out his plan and soon the remaining traces of the sugary treats were only left on the table and his *gulp* white shirt.
2. The First Grade Spanish Immersion classes put on a few plays for the parents the other day. Siena's part was the third little pig, which she rocked! I'm amazed at how much Spanish the other children had learned in just one year.
3. I'm slowly catching on to the fact that my time with the kids all to myself is limited. It's taken long enough for me to figure this out! So we've been doing things a little more impulsively. The kids finally got library cards, we've created sidewalk chalk masterpieces together, gone on bike rides and walks, and had picnics way more often than is necessary. It helps me feel a little less guilty about how badly I'm messing up my children.
4. The other day we had a late lunch, so when it was dinner time, none of us were hungry (everybody knows that story.) Well, after pjs were on and teeth were brushed the kids started complaining about being hungry. Once we realized that we forgot to feed them something--anything--before bed, we searched the cupboards for something to eat. Incidentally, I had NOT done the grocery shopping yet and every shelf in the refrigerator was a sorry sight. I did scrounge up enough things to make nachos, so we served that... on a communal platter... without utensils. As we ate, the girls started asking questions:
Qiana: Are we eating off this one plate because we are poor?
and later...
Qiana: Are we eating with our hands because we don't have spoons?
Siena: No, it's because it's faster this way and we need to go to sleep.
Proud parenting moment, for real.
5. We put Qiana in soccer with Siena. She is a natural at sports and she tears it up out with the boys on the field. Siena has kinda stepped down her game a bit since her sister started and we feel like soccer really isn't her thing anyway, so we're taking her out and giving extracurricular activities a break for a month or so. We'll see how it goes. In the meantime she's going to stay in piano, since she excels in that area. If she wants to, we'll give a ballet studio a try.