Friday, November 22, 2013

Christmas Came Early This Year

My how things have changed in the last 16 years.  For our first Christmas as a married couple, I was less than thrilled to unwrap a Scumbuster and size 24W pajamas from my sweetheart.  Click on the link to read my full post about that story.  Because the YouTube video on that post no longer works, I'll make it up to you with an unflattering photo of my reaction that Christmas morning.  You can even see the Scumbuster in the bottom left corner of the photo.  (Sorry for the poor quality.  This is a cropped scan of a picture from our scrapbook.)

You would think that experience would have provided me with a lifelong aversion to practical Christmas gifts, specifically practical Christmas gifts that are bathroom appliances.  Not so, as it turns out!

After months and months of using extra water from a water bottle to add enough force to each flush...after way too long finding surprises that didn't quite make it down...after a year of clogged and overflowing toilets (sorry about your experience as a guest in my home last spring, Min)...we were all ready for a replacement.

When Kent came home a couple weeks ago and said a business contact had extended Whipple Plumbing's summertime radio offer for a new, installed toilet with a price tag of $199, we jumped on the opportunity.  Or rather we let my parents jump on the opportunity.  I knew they were tired of guessing what clothes or other gifts we would like each year--though my mom generally has done a good job with that in the past--so they were happy to provide a gift that Kent and I could share and love!

That's right.  With a Christmas check in hand from Mom & Dad, we ordered this pair out...

...and this guy in.


You're looking at the Gerber Viper low-flow toilet!  This toilet is so awesome that it has its own YouTube video.  It flushes so quietly that I at first doubted it could handle the job; but after a few days of use, I think we agree that we're in love.

The kids were so enamored with the idea of a toilet that would flush on the first try, that they were willing to give up the Christmas gifts I had planned to buy them, and swap them for their very own Viper.

That's right, we are now the proud owners of two new Christmas toilets, neither of which smells like pickles--yet.  Come on over and try one out.  Merry Christmas to us!





P.S.  I am embarrassed to admit that when I enter the search term "toilet" on my blog, I now have nine posts mentioning the word.  I'm not embarrassed enough to not publish this current post, but maybe now I have an idea for my 2014 New Year's resolution.

Friday, November 8, 2013

Lap of Luxury: Not My Cup of Tea



Kent and I are in the last few hours of our two-day stay at The Montage Resort in Deer Valley, near Park City, Utah.  Kent is attending a business conference here, and I decided to come along and write for fun and catch up on some reading in the peace and quiet of the guest room.  Other than the hour-long yoga class I attended this morning followed by 25 minutes of cycling in the "wellness room", I've mostly sat curled up by fireplaces sipping hot chocolate.


This little library tucked away in the grand hall kept me cozy and comfortable for a few hours.  So comfortable, in fact, that I fell asleep while a father and his son played billiard games just outside the doorway.







I did spend about an hour yesterday getting over the shock of in-room dining prices here.  (Click the photo to view larger.)

  It's a good thing I brought my own $20 worth of snacks/meals (there were more in the fridge)...

...because the fancy snacks stocked in the room would have set me back $122.  
($4 for that bag of chips.  Really?!)

 When I sat down to write a letter, I had to chuckle that the pen tips were dipped in wax--to prevent them from drying out, I suppose.  Who thinks of these things?!

The attention to detail is probably what makes The Montage a luxury hotel.  One such detail that I noticed today is that every throw pillow on every sofa and wing-backed chair in the hotel has been karate-chopped on top:
The accommodations are quite nice, and I've enjoyed the interesting company of the other business owners in the evening.  But I have to admit that despite all the staff's efforts to make my stay as comfortable as possible, I just can't settle in completely.  Part of it is the fact that the money spent paying attention to all these details seems so ridiculous, especially as I look forward to our family spending Thanksgiving week sleeping on cots at Door of Faith Orphanage in Mexico.  Another part may be that I usually keep myself so busy with the demands of my life that I have a sense of wasting time in simply reading and doing nothing that serves others.  Mostly, though, I think I'm just not cut out for luxury.  I prefer the Clarion or Holiday Inn Express where I can enjoy a breakfast buffet without paying $21 for eggs, plus 18% gratuity, plus a $5 food delivery fee.  I can relax more with hotel staff who don't feel like servants bowing to my whims.

It's been nice to be surrounded by comfort for a couple days, but I'm ready to return to the loud, messy, vibrant place I call home.


Thursday, November 7, 2013

No Pictures For This Post--Thank Me Later

Nudity has been on my mind this week.

Kent asked me a day or two ago if I had read his email response to my SIL, Jenni, when she posted on Facebook a question about the age at which a child should stop seeing his/her parent/s naked.  Then yesterday, my friend, Kelly, said she purposely walked to her teenage daughter's room in the nude after complaints about towel usage in their home.  (It would take too long to connect the dots of that story, but it had me laughing.)  Kelly has also used undressing as a means of getting her teenagers to go to bed when they stay up too late.  Brilliant!  Besides some good laughs, these comments got me thinking that I should write to tell the world about our family's nudity policy.

Family nudity is a topic that Kent researched several years ago, and found some surprising results.  (These results are probably surprising only because we are Americans.  Europeans don't seem to have the same body issues that we do.)  At the time, we were trying to decide if we should implement a privacy policy at home, because our children were growing out of the early elementary age.  I don't remember everything that Kent learned, but I'll summarize what I remember.

Basically, children who grow up seeing their parents or each other naked have a lot fewer body issues than those who are taught to be "private".  They know what a human body looks like, and they know the edited pictures they see in magazines and other media aren't realistic.  They are comfortable in their own skin.  Statistically, children from nude homes are older when they start having sex.  Boys who know what a nude woman looks like don't tend to be tempted by pornography, probably because their curiosity isn't piqued by it.  Thus, they don't see women as objects, which I would hope leads to healthier marriages for them.  One LDS father shared his story online, and it has stayed with me.  He had been thinking about his family's approach to nudity, and thought it would probably be healthy to be comfortable with it in his house.  So one day he began walking from the bathroom to his bedroom in the buff.  He said his teenagers were unsettled by this at first, but they soon became used to it and it was no big deal.  Not long thereafter, his daughter told him that she had been raped several months earlier.  This father was convinced that his decision to be open about his body helped his daughter be open about that experience, and he was able to help her work through it.  Overall, Kent's research showed no ill effects for children who grow up in an openly nude home.

After talking and praying about it, Kent and I decided to not change anything about nudity in our home.  When our children were babies, they showered with us.  When they could safely sit in a tub or take a shower on their own, they did so.  But we never told them they were too old to see us naked, and we never told them they had to stay wrapped in a towel or robe after a shower.  Our kids walk into the bathroom while we're showering on a regular basis.  If we want privacy, we lock the door.  They also dress in front of each other all the time.  We do have one daughter who is slightly bothered by nudity.  She'll look at my body and say it's gross to see me with no clothes on.  I just laugh and tell her she'll look like this one day, which makes her scowl.  As my older girls have reached puberty, they've been very open about the changes in their bodies.  One of them told me that as a little kid, she made up her mind to never have hair where adults do; but now that she does, it doesn't bother her.

This openness about our bodies has also led to healthy discussions about sex.  Basically, we answer our children's questions, no matter how young they are, but don't tell them more than they ask for.  They know no topic is off limits with us.  The same daughter who avoids seeing us naked has not expressed interest in talk about reproduction, but all her siblings were very curious starting around age six, and we've answered their questions.  I'm guessing she has picked up information from conversations in our home, but she just isn't interested in discussing that topic yet; and we don't push it.

Nudity in our home doesn't go beyond seeing each other in the bathroom or getting dressed.  I have at times had to self-talk myself into not being bothered by my children seeing me nude, because it's not how I grew up.  But overall, I'm used to it, and I can see that my children assume that nudity within a family is normal.

Since I am LDS, I'll briefly address the issue of modesty as well.  As I have studied prophets' words about modesty, and the dictionary definition of a modest personality, I've come to think about modesty as an issue of attitude and not a standard of skirt length.  I think Church leaders who define modesty by the length of sleeves or the scoop of a neckline probably mean well.  However, such teachings set people up to be judgmental of others, which is in opposition to the accepting love that leaders should be exemplifying.  I have no problem with dress codes for dances, or with BYU specifying clothing requirements as part of its honor code.  People who choose to attend those activities or a private university should abide by the codes in place.  However, modesty is not something we should use to measure or condemn others.  It is a personal choice.  A person can be nude or dressed and be immodest by the way s/he carries herself/himself and tries to attract others' attention.  It is a personal decision to decide if one's dress coincides with the way they understand the covenants they have made to be like Jesus Christ.

I know most people implement teachings about privacy when their children are preschoolers, and I'm sure most of those kids grow up just fine.  My hope is that our approach will help our children avoid pitfalls that come to others, or at least help them to be confident individuals.  What are your thoughts?

Update: December 13, 2013
Since posting this topic a month ago, I've received only a couple comments on the blog, and a few more in person.  Those of you who know our family know we are good at creating awkwardness, and it looks like I hit that nail on the head with this post!  Since the original post, I've paid more attention to what nudity looks like in our household (not literally--you know what I mean!), and thought maybe this update would put a few of you at ease.

While our attitude about nudity is captured in the description above, the actual practice is probably different than you are imagining.  We don't walk around naked for the fun of it.  When I wrote that my adolescents are open about the changes in their bodies, that means those changes might become dinner conversations, but they don't go around showing off developing body parts.  My two oldest daughters get ready and are off to the high school each morning before their siblings or father even wake up.  The younger ones all prefer to shower alone, usually behind a locked bathroom door, as do the rest of us.  Our attitude about nudity comes into practice only in that if someone leaves the bathroom door unlocked and someone else walks in and catches them in the act of drying off, neither one freaks out.  Weekends are pretty much the only time anyone might see someone else naked, and that's always in the context of someone getting dressed or of the bathroom being filled with people: someone showering, others styling hair, etc.  Our master bath has a shower with glass walls, and our children have no qualms about talking to us while either parent is in the shower.  The walls tend to be steamed up, but if anyone sees anything, neither side makes a big deal about it.
On those occasions that someone outside of the immediate family is in the house (friend,  house guest, etc.), all family members are aware and are careful to wrap a towel or robe around their bodies while moving from the bathroom to a bedroom, and to knock before entering bedrooms.

I have noticed, too, with the one daughter who was more private that the rest of us, that since she started wearing a training bra, she is more open and will run in her underwear to the laundry room to retrieve clean clothes, just like the rest of us.

I apologize for any redundancy.  I've just found in face-to-face conversations that this explanation seems to help, so I wanted any blogollers (blog followers) to also have better understanding.  If you're ever an overnight guest in our home, I think you'll be just as comfortable here as anywhere else.  It's always an open invitation; but not overly open--you know what I mean!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Gotta' Love the Marines!

Kent doesn't take time to post on this blog, but if he did, he would probably post this picture that he emailed to me with the subject "Well Written Police Report".  I agree!  (Click on the picture to enlarge it for easier reading.)


Saturday, September 28, 2013

Out and About Two

On last night's news I saw a photo of a car wearing ten inches of snow in the same area of the Uintas where we went backpacking five weeks ago.  Gotta' love Utah weather!

The snowy car reminded me that I should post some driving-around pictures from last winter before this next one comes on.  (I wonder if my kids would like to dress as Eskimos this Halloween?)

My youngest children and I were driving home from some late-afternoon errands last February, and we saw the neighbor kids hard at work in the church parking lot.  I couldn't resist pulling in to see their snow fort with its system of tunnels.  I'm so glad these kids weren't wasting their time playing video games after school because this is what childhood is made of!

See the discarded backpack (below)?  I love that these kids never made it home from school.  The snow pile was too tempting!
It's a good thing my own children were already dressed for the weather because I doubt I could have made them miss any of the fun by taking 20 more seconds to find some gloves at home.
Piles of snow are great, and powdery, crystalline flakes on my deck are pretty.


There is something about driving in the pre-dawn hours that I really love.  I like the quiet streets and the anticipation of a new day.  These next two pictures were taken after I dropped my high schooler off for an early Seminary morningside.

My phone's camera had a hard time capturing the brightness of the setting full moon in morning's twilight.  It was hanging there like a silver ball in the clear sky.  Beautiful!










These ducks cutting across a parking lot reminded me of a cute, old couple out for their daily exercise.  (If they were a young couple still in a fixated state of infatuation, the man would not be waddling along ahead of his lady.)

As a former member of the OHS and BYU Marching Band color guards, my eye is pretty quick to catch people in uniform rehearsing.  I was at the city offices last spring, which share a building with the Police Department, when through a window I saw the honor guard rehearsing their presentation.  This type of discipline and precision make me grateful for civilization.  I don't think I would have been very happy as a cavewoman.
While I'm on the topic--of color guards, not Ice-Age people--here's a picture of me and Kent in uniform back in our college days.  Though our home is several miles away, I can sometimes hear the drum line practicing outside the stadium.  The sound of football season always takes me back to those good memories.


Friday, September 20, 2013

Life Coach

Last week #4 paid me the highest compliment I remember receiving, so far, as a mother.  It was more satisfying than the sweet messages scribbled on handmade Mother's Day cards, and better than the floating hearts that my preschoolers used to doodle on their sketches of stick-figured me and them. What could outweigh those love notes?  A school assignment.

#4 was asked to complete an all-about-me poster for her teacher to display during #4's birthday week.  One section of the poster asked #4 to include a picture and short description of her hero.  I looked to find that she had written the following:

"My mom is my hero because she always makes sure that I am safe.  She helps me.  She cooks good dinners for me."

I've never even hoped to be someone's hero!  To find out that my child thinks of me as such made me so very happy!

Rather than drawing a picture of me on the poster, #4 wanted to snap a photo before school so I could have it printed by the time she got home and got back to work on the poster.  With my new heroine status, I figured my appearance should live up to the title.  When I told #4 my idea for the photo, she blushed and reminded me that the picture would be hanging up for her whole class to see.

"I know!" I replied.  "It will be awesome!"

"It will be too embarrassing," she answered with a nervous laugh.

I reminded her that she thought the speech I helped her write last year for her campaign, to be Class Representative in the student government, would turn into a huge embarrassment.  Something about mixing opera, rap, and an English accent made her nervous.   When she couldn't come up with a catchier idea, though, she decided to practice the lines.  After a few days she felt more--not completely, but more--comfortable with the idea of singing in her speech, and she eventually mustered the courage to belt it out in front of her whole class.  They laughed and loved it, and she was voted in!

*Note about politics:  I've learned that a show of being clever and fun can win votes.  The pattern held as true for last year's third graders as it did for the nation.*

*Note from my past:  In the beginning of my elementary-school years, I sort of had a reputation as the class clown.  Not that I was super disruptive (though I do remember my name being on the board a lot with check marks next to it that indicated I talked out of turn too often), but I could usually come up with a comment or physical humor (different than bodily humor) that would make others laugh.  That part of me sort of faded after fourth grade and I became quite shy outwardly, keeping my humor to use only with my close friends and family.  As a  young mother, I one day had the epiphany that my shyness was cutting me off from potential friendships and other opportunities, and I decided to overcome it.  As a mother of school-age children, I have discovered that I am determined to not let them slip into shyness without them understanding that it is a choice they are making.  Fortunately, I seem to have given birth to a bunch of extroverts.  Sometimes it's annoying; but for the most part, Kent and I are pleased at how friendly, outgoing, and cool our kids are.  They are each cooler than we ever were/are.  #4, though, is the child who is most likely to follow in my footsteps.  I don't mind that she is quiet.  I just want her to know that it's okay to be fun and that people actually like a little silliness in a person.*

Once she recalled how well last year's crazy speech went over with her peers, #4 gave in and let me run to get my costume for the picture.


I wish you could see my cape and crazy hair a little better.  #4 had been hesitant about the super hero outfit idea, but once she saw the pink eye mask, she was all in.  (It was an added bonus in her mind that my mask and shirt coordinated.)  When I let her add the yellow power marks, she traded fear of embarrassment for excitement!

I've recently put my life in better order than it's probably been since I became a mom 1 1/2 decades ago.  I've worked out my schedule to contain everything that is important for me and everything I've committed to do for others.  I have personal time to communicate with Heavenly Father, and to exercise my mind and body.  I have time to care for my marriage, my family and home. I have time to write and rest and read and carry on friendships.  It is so empowering for me to know that I HAVE TIME!  All the busy-ness of my life is still here, but it's no longer overwhelming.  I have found that my stress level has gone down as my brain can finally relax and know that everything it's been worrying about will be seen to.  I've implemented strategies with my nutrition, my smartphone, Google Calendar, and IQTELL's productivity app to keep things running as smoothly as possible.  That's not to say that my schedule doesn't get thrown off every day--I'm already an hour behind as I write this--but at least I'm now choosing what to neglect in my schedule rather than wondering and thinking about the future work that is piling up when I turn my attention away from my original plans. 

To sum up the effects of turning my life over to routine and electronic reminders, I can say that I am more happy and feel more free than I have in years!

True, it helps that all my kids are in school and my body and time are mine again for six hours each day.  But I'd guess that a lot of other adults with school-age children or no children at home still live in the stress and worry that I carried around only a few weeks ago.

This new-found sense of fulfillment led me to the idea that I might like being a life coach.  I could help people organize their lives, be a person to answer to as they worked on goals, and give them pep talks as they aim for more willpower and self-control.  Business owners hire consultants to help them manage their companies.  Why not see if people would pay me to help them manage their lives?

For two days I nourished thoughts of how fun it would be to be a life coach.  I would love to help others swap stress and pressure for calm and contentedness.

Then I took a hard look at my calendar.  This screen shot was last week's schedule, after I cut out the activities that would have required me to be in two places at once.  Basically, I have some free time from 10:30 p.m. until 6:00 a.m., but that's only because I didn't create time blocks for my sleep.


That's when reality took over: I'm already a life coach for five awesome people who depend on me less to tell them when to wash their hands and more to guide them into adulthood...which is approaching way too quickly.  I guess I can wait until they are grown to try meddling with anyone else!


Monday, September 9, 2013

Still Photos Don't Quite Do It Justice

Two posts about the same event?  I know, it's unusual.  But so was this flood.  I guess if Provo gets rain like this twice per century, I can double post about that often too.

This video shows the erosion of Grandview Hill, which is only a few minutes from our home.  Ironically, our emergency preparedness plan has always included the idea that we would head to the Grandview Hill neighborhood if ever we should flood.  We just always expected a flood to come from a broken dam up Provo Canyon and down the river to us.  20 minutes of heavy rain never crossed our minds.



Kent and I drove around Provo and Orem a bit after the rain had stopped.  It was interesting to see fallen trees, flooded parking lots, broken branches, smashed roofs, and mud/mulch slides.  My kids' school backs up to Grandview Hill, and they had mudslides on the property, but luckily no damage to structures.  I know it's small stuff compared to what hurricanes and tidal waves do, but it's still amazing to see this kind of water damage in a high mountain desert.  A lot of homes had flooding and others lost vehicles to toppled trees.  I feel fortunate that we enjoyed the storm with only a leaky door.  Also fortunate that basements aren't allowed in our part of the city.

Here are a few other guys who felt fortunate in the storm, mostly because they had wakeboards and a pickup truck on hand.  Nate, this video is for you.  I especially like the jumps off the picnic table at about 1 min. 15 sec.!



The ordinance for that retail area says No Skateboarding; it says nothing about No Wakeboarding!