Last night, Chris taught a Family Home Evening lesson on talents (and despite being assigned well in advance, Jane totally fell through on the treat). We talked about magnifying our talents and then about talents that each member of our family possesses.
What is Daddy's talent?
Emily: Hanging out at work.
What is Jane's talent?
Emily: The puking up talent.
Apparently Emily's talent is keen observation skills.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday is a Special Day
Is it bad luck, Karma, or just proof that God has a sense of humor? Well, whatever it is, the end result was that yesterday was my second Super Saturday as enrichment counselor (or whatever they're calling it nowadays). And this year I had no enrichment leader to help out.
For those of you that have no idea what Super Saturday is, I will give you the rundown. It is a crafting day that usually happens in the fall where all the ladies make Christmas gifts for their friends and family. It is a HUGE deal and a great deal of pressure for the poor sap who is in charge. That would be me. And as I did last year, I will refer you to my extreme dislike of crafting.
I would have been dead in the water without a great deal of help from the other ladies in the Relief Society Presidency as well as a few volunteers from the ward. I think it actually went as smoothly as a Super Saturday run by a craft-hater can possibly go.
I won't go into too much detail, but here are the crafts for which I took direct responsibility:
A family home evening assignment board (Yeah, I know the handwriting on the hang tags looks like a six year old boy wrote it. It's the best I can do):
These super cute framed thingies (thanks mom for having the inspiration for these hanging over your sink and for giving me a quote to use):
The obligatory Christmas ornament (I decided to go rustic this year. Even I am not totally sure I like it):
There were seven other projects conceived by more talented and experienced crafters. But this is my blog, so I won't let them outshine my efforts here.
Most people were very appreciative and I only had a few hecklers, whiners and complainers. I've already started my "Next Year..." list. Like, "Next year we are only doing six crafts. Max." But secretly I'm hoping that next year, someone else will be in charge. Like one of the hecklers from this year. And I will heckle to my heart's content.
I would be remiss not to mention the bright spot of Super Saturday. We are lucky enough to have a masseuse in our ward. She volunteered to give 15 minute massages to whomever desired one. I got mine at the very end of the crafting madness and it was lovely. It was my first massage and I've decided that massages are like meth - it only takes once to be addicted.
All in all, Super Saturday didn't go as badly as I feared nor as well as I hoped. My opinion hasn't changed - the only good Super Saturday is a dead Super Saturday. And this one is. Finally.
For those of you that have no idea what Super Saturday is, I will give you the rundown. It is a crafting day that usually happens in the fall where all the ladies make Christmas gifts for their friends and family. It is a HUGE deal and a great deal of pressure for the poor sap who is in charge. That would be me. And as I did last year, I will refer you to my extreme dislike of crafting.
I would have been dead in the water without a great deal of help from the other ladies in the Relief Society Presidency as well as a few volunteers from the ward. I think it actually went as smoothly as a Super Saturday run by a craft-hater can possibly go.
I won't go into too much detail, but here are the crafts for which I took direct responsibility:
A family home evening assignment board (Yeah, I know the handwriting on the hang tags looks like a six year old boy wrote it. It's the best I can do):
These super cute framed thingies (thanks mom for having the inspiration for these hanging over your sink and for giving me a quote to use):
The obligatory Christmas ornament (I decided to go rustic this year. Even I am not totally sure I like it):
There were seven other projects conceived by more talented and experienced crafters. But this is my blog, so I won't let them outshine my efforts here.
Most people were very appreciative and I only had a few hecklers, whiners and complainers. I've already started my "Next Year..." list. Like, "Next year we are only doing six crafts. Max." But secretly I'm hoping that next year, someone else will be in charge. Like one of the hecklers from this year. And I will heckle to my heart's content.
I would be remiss not to mention the bright spot of Super Saturday. We are lucky enough to have a masseuse in our ward. She volunteered to give 15 minute massages to whomever desired one. I got mine at the very end of the crafting madness and it was lovely. It was my first massage and I've decided that massages are like meth - it only takes once to be addicted.
All in all, Super Saturday didn't go as badly as I feared nor as well as I hoped. My opinion hasn't changed - the only good Super Saturday is a dead Super Saturday. And this one is. Finally.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Sugar Sugar
In the days immediately preceding Halloween, nearly a foot of snow fell. That's what happens in Wyoming.
The snowstorm gave us plenty of time to carve pumpkins. You'd think with all that time on our hands we would have had one of those really cool ones of the grim reaper or President Nixon. Not so.
Both the girls were fairies this year. Emily was Tinkerbell and Jane was a very round fairy. I've done some quick calculations and I'm not sure those wings have enough surface area to provide lift to Jane's frame. In Wyoming, fairies wear turtlenecks and, as the evening wears on, usually have to don their coats. This will probably be the last matching year. Next year, Jane will have her own opinion on her costume.
Emily takes the cake for trick-or-treating dedication in the 3 year-old category. I went out with her until her bag got too heavy for her to carry (and I was getting cold) and then Chris took her out until it was too late to politely knock on doors.
Then came the best part: the sorting of the candy. Now, I'm not one of those crazy moms who thinks I have to check my kids' candy for razors and joints. I am targeting peanuts. When Emily eats peanuts, her lips swell, she gets hives and I won't even mention what else happens. I am more fortunate. That means I get Emily's peanut laden candy.
(Yes, that's a Fiber One Bar. We live across the street from a guy who grows organic vegetables and runs marathons. No further explanation necessary.)
The snowstorm gave us plenty of time to carve pumpkins. You'd think with all that time on our hands we would have had one of those really cool ones of the grim reaper or President Nixon. Not so.
Both the girls were fairies this year. Emily was Tinkerbell and Jane was a very round fairy. I've done some quick calculations and I'm not sure those wings have enough surface area to provide lift to Jane's frame. In Wyoming, fairies wear turtlenecks and, as the evening wears on, usually have to don their coats. This will probably be the last matching year. Next year, Jane will have her own opinion on her costume.
Emily takes the cake for trick-or-treating dedication in the 3 year-old category. I went out with her until her bag got too heavy for her to carry (and I was getting cold) and then Chris took her out until it was too late to politely knock on doors.
Then came the best part: the sorting of the candy. Now, I'm not one of those crazy moms who thinks I have to check my kids' candy for razors and joints. I am targeting peanuts. When Emily eats peanuts, her lips swell, she gets hives and I won't even mention what else happens. I am more fortunate. That means I get Emily's peanut laden candy.
(Yes, that's a Fiber One Bar. We live across the street from a guy who grows organic vegetables and runs marathons. No further explanation necessary.)
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