The Name Game

Last night we had a Relief Society meeting. We did '3 Classes in 60 Minutes: Shop, Clean, and Cook'. We had 3 different instructors - one taught a garage saling class, another shared some very helpful house-cleaning tips, and the last instructor - her name is Peggy - she taught a wonderful cooking class - complete with a yummy chocolate cake demonstration. I had a great time and learned a lot. However I have to write about the ditziest thing I did last night.

Peggy came up to me before the meeting as I was preparing some mint lemonade for refreshments, and handed me a slip of paper and a pencil. She informed me they were doing some giveaways and that I needed to write my name on the paper for the drawing. Great! So I quickly filled out the paper and gave it back to her.

So after the first presentation, my friend Caroline - who is sitting right next to me - had the honors of picking the first name. It was Peggy! Peggy won a super-cute apron. But as I looked over Caroline's shoulder I noticed that the name loooked suspiciously like my hand-writing. Then I suddenly occured to me to me - I wrote Peggy's name on the slip! That is my handwriting!

Someone teased Peggy about 'rigging' the drawing. She must have put her name several times in the cup. She assured everyone she only put it in once.

Oh know - I think. No big deal - I'm not going to say anything. What are the chances that her name will be drawn again. There are nearly 30 of us here.

So the 1st instructor had 2 prizes she was giving away and so the next person immediately drew the 2nd name. Yes - you guessed it - it was Peggy again! Mortified - I had to explain what I had done. What were the chances her name would be drawn - twice!?! I'm such a ditz!

Nightmares

I wonder if the various seasons in one's life can be defined by one's nightmares during that season of life. As a kid I remember having monster and other fanciful creature nightmares, nightmares with big dogs attacking . . . in grade school - nightmares of friends shunning me and of the classic 'forgetting to put on clothes and going to school', in college I'd have nightmares of realizing half-way through the semester that I have forgotten to attend a certain class I'd signed up for, etc . . .

Well, this morning I woke up and realized that I am truly in the full-fledged motherhood season of my life. My nightmare was horrific. Allison went to her first day of kindergarten and suddenly forgot how to use the bathroom. We had company over and I was cleaning the counters with - I think it was Comet - but the powder was turning my counters a solid shade of baby-blue. I was scraping with all my might to try to get it off. Someone had let me borrow a hand-sewn quiet-book and for some reason I felt the need to wash it in the washing machine. I had planned on putting it on the delicate cycle in cold water with just a little bit of detergent . . . however, went I left the laundry room for a moment, Anthony had come in and put the quiet book in the washer with all the dirty towels, on the regular cycle with hot water! Oh the horror. Potty-training, cleaning, and laundry - those are my nightmares. What else . . . did I have the dream where I went to run some errands and forgot Evan - who was sleeping at home . . . no, that's that one that plagues me during my waking hours. I'm driving in the car to the grocery store - the kids singing in the back seat - when *PANIC* - where's Evan! I don't hear him! I whip around in my seat - and, oh wait, I did remember to put him in the car.

The nightmares of a mother.

Magazines

I love the Friend magazine. Each issue has so many activies and Family Home Evening ideas- it's great! Allison also loves the Friend magazine . . . and any other magazine actually. Whenever the Oriental Trading Magazine or the Family Fun magazine comes in the mail - I will lose my Allison for several hours while she puruses all the fun activities and stuff in each one. She'll take her marker and circle everything she's interested in, and then bring the magazine to me with the marker and I am supposed to then put a star by the things I like. That is our system. Allison does the circles - I do the stars. Oh and if she's super-duper interested in something (particularly from Family Fun or the Friend) - she will take her scissors and cut it out, and then put it in a special box in her room.

This special box has recently started to overflow and become quite a mess-maker in her room. I asked her to go through all the magazine cut-outs this week and throw away what she didn't want because the box was too full. She threw away a few of the papers - but really, it didn't make much of a dent. The box is still full. I can't just throw them away when she's spent so much time and effort purusing the magazines and cutting them out . . . but her room really is a mess. Oh well.

Oh and I wanted to write about the Oriental Trading magazines. I think Allison got Grandma Jensen's shopping genes. She loves to shop! She will look at those magazines for hours trying to decide what she is going to buy (We have yet to actually buy anything from there - but she sure enjoys looking). Speaking of shopping - today we went to Michael's and Target to get some patriotic things to decorate their bikes with for National Night Out. As we were in the car Allison asks me how much money we have. I told her that we have $5 to spend. "5 dollars!" she says. "But Mom - remember last week when we were at the store - the rasperries cost 3 dollars and you said that was too much money. You were wrong. We have enough money. We have 5 dollars!" I couldn't believe she remembered the raspberry incident. And how much they had cost. She's becoming a lot more interested in money matters lately.

Anyway - magazines. We love them around our house. And the lastest edition of the Friend magazine had this great play in it called 'Naaman Learns to Obey'. We decided to put it on for Family Home Evening last night. Allison has been taking this drama class at the Rec Center - and loves it! She got her own prop box, and explained to me that a narrator is the person who tells a story. We even set up our 'staging area' at the bottom of the stairs.

So here's the result . . .

The Jensen Family presents: NAAMAN LEARNS TO OBEY
Starring: Allison Jensen as 'The Girl' 'The King of Syria', and 'The Messenger'
Carter Jensen as 'Naaman' and 'The King of Israel'
Anthony as the Narrator and Elisha
Evan as Elisha (in the last scene)
Wendy as the videographer and producer

Twisty Balloons

I was faced with an interesting parenting dilemma tonight. Tonight was Anthony's work family picnic. It was a wonderful evening. We had hamburgers, hot dogs, salads, chips, games for the kids, door prizes (side story - Anthony won a much needed alarm clock! - his old one he's probably been using . . . well, forever - he's quite attached to it, however half of the little digital red lines that make up the numbers don't show up - and really, he's the only one who can read it. I was thrilled when he won it! However, appartently Anthony isn't quite ready to give up his old clock - because right now the fancy projection clock is sitting next to his tried and true, although unreadable alarm clock. Oh well. Yay for redundancy :))

Anyway - it was a very fun evening, but the highlight, at least for the kids, was the Twisty Balloon man named . . . I think his nametag said 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' - I'm not making that up. 'Bozzo: Not a quitter' was amazing. He stood there by the picnic tables ALL NIGHT twisting away for an unending line of kids. His hands would fly, twisting and turning, and squishing, and bending - and suddenly there would be these masterpieces made of balloon. He could even blow up balloons - by mouth - 3 at a time! No kidding. It was cool to watch. Well Allison patiently stood in line for probably 15 minutes, watching this, before her turn came. She asked for a butterfly and 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' proceeded to create a beautiful pink and purple butterfly hat for her complete with black antennas (to which Allison said later - 'Look - this butterfly has antennas just like Dad's antennas'. A coworker of Anthony's then teased - 'except that the butterfly's antennas work seamlessly!')

So 'Bozzo: Not a Quitter' handed Allison an enormous, beautiful, pink and purple butterfly hat. Allison, gingerly held the creation and came back over to our picnic table to show Anthony and I. The first thing she said to me, with reverence in her voice, was 'Mom, I want to keep this FOREVER!' Oh no, I think. Do I try to explain to her the fleeting nature of balloons and that the butterfly will probably pop later on tonight, or do I say nothing and deal with the trauma that is sure to come later? I decide to try the former, hoping to innoculate her for the inevitable dissappointment to come.

I tell her, 'Allison, ballons don't last forever. They eventually pop or lose their air - but you can play with it and enjoy it now.' She initally protested. 'But Mom I'll be very careful - and you be careful too. Here, you hold it and stay right here by the tables and don't move. We'll be very careful.' She goes off to play - but shortly thereafter comes back for the hat. I put it on her head and she runs off to play again. She runs around the park in circles saying 'I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm a butterfly and I'm flying!' Then she'd sit on the park bench and watch the wings flutter in the breeze. 'The wings are really flying, Mom!' And then she'd take the hat off and look at it thoughtfully and ask, 'Mom - can balloons really make us fly?' We then have a discussion about the movie Up and real hot air balloons - and then she's off to play once more.

Well sure enough. Tragedy struck. And the inevitable screams came and tears flowed. The preparation I tried to give her for this inevitability clearly had no effect. In fact - her response was even worse than I expected. We left and the screams and sobs of despair filled our car for a good portion of the ride home. She could not get control. I tried to think what I could have done? Would it have been better for her never to have had the balloon? I sure knew that this balloon situation would end in disappointment . . . however I guess, even knowing the outcome, I wouldn't have done anything different. We were reminded that some joys are fleeting, and that's OK.

Christmas in July

We had a baby! Well - a couple months ago we had a baby - and because I'm the world's worst blogger (as I also claim to be the world's worst facebooker) - I haven't posted pictures - or even written about. However - trying to 'catch up' on blogging or journaling or scrapbooking or whatever choice medium of perserving memories I may be embracing at the moment - can seem overwhelming and so instead I am choosing today to simply write about this past weekend. Hopefully at a later date I will post pictures of our wonderful baby Evan and write about his birth story (I do have oodles of pictures and have written the gory details of his birth in my journal) . . . However for now, for the blog - I want to write about our Christmas in July!

We didn't plan any summer vacations or get-aways due to the recent birth of Evan, however we decided to have a little mini-vacation this weekend in Colorado Springs. I've decided I don't think it really matters how far away from home we might go, or even the nature of the trip itself - simply the word 'vacation' infused our home with a palpable level of excitement all week. We got a 'Car Travel Games' book from the library - and Allison made sure we went through it and picked out some good games (which we played enthusiastically in the car and while waiting to be seated at Village Inn for breakfast). The night before, Allison and Carter packed their bags with so much energy and enthusiasm, I was almost excited to pack my bag.

So we left Friday morning - choosing to head straight down to the Springs rather than stop at Walmart for diapers because I calculated that we had just enough to make it until Saturday night. On the car-ride down we listened to audiobooks, kids-songs, played the alphabet game, and a new word game from our travel book. When we arrived an hour later we found a delightful park (Thank you GPS!), and had a picnic lunch. I think the playground must have been filled with brand-new sand that day - because it was so full and soft and not a bit of it was tracked-out into the surrounding area. Allison asked if she could bury herself in it - and after a moment of hesitation, I decided - absolutely! This is the closest my kids are going to get to the beach for awhile - let them have their fun. So they did. And we did. We ate ham and cheese sandwiches (thank you to Dad who packed our lunch that morning) and 'Foodles' - which make eating apples and pretzels and cheese cubes so much fun.

After some serious dusting-off, we made our way to the Focus on the Family headquarters. They were having a chapel-session for all the employees and so we waited a half-hour outside until they opened. Allison and I put our handy travel games to use once more while Anthony and Carter left to find a potty. At 12:30 the doors were opened and we had a wonderful afternoon of fun. There is such a nice spirit about the place. Upstairs they have interactive displays and movies and a bookstore (a lot like a temple square visitors center and deseret book), and downstairs is a world of fun for the kids. The highlight is this big - 3-story twisty slide. Allison went down once - and then related how fun it was that I had to try it. You put your feet in these big duffle sacks and put cut off socks on your elbows to prevent them from hitting the sides - and then you slide! She was right. It was super-fun. We also enjoyed the world's best soft-serve ice cream. Seriously. I have never tasted such yummy soft-serve. It was Dreyer's brand and it was the richest, creamiest, chocolatiest cup of ice cream I have ever mooched off Allison (I always say I don't want anything and then just snitch off what the kids order. I should stop doing that).

One more note about Focus on the Family. The mother's nursing area is the most ornate nursing room I have ever seen. Artwork, antique clock, ornate rocking chair, indoor plants - it was beautiful.

After several hours of fun at Focus on the Family, we went to Garden of the Gods. We walked around the paths - and occasionally Anthony and the kids would find these little trails that they would go explore. After one escapade Allison and Carter come running out of a bunch of trees and declare that they've just escaped from a 'deep dark forest', but not to worry - because there weren't any bad-guys. We have dinner at Schlotzsky's and then return to the hotel where the kids swim for an hour before crashing into bed.

The next morning we sleep in a bit, have breakfast at Village Inn and then head up to the North Pole. As we are walking in we see a big sign that says '50 Years of Fun!' Allison looks at the sign and with amazement in her voice declares, 'Mom, I think that means it will take us 50 years to go on all the rides!'. I laugh and explain to her that this amusement park has been around for a long time and that I use to come here when I was little girl.

We have a wonderful day. The park is perfect for a 4 and 3 year old. They are able to do nearly all the rides . . . no actually every single one. I think we hit every single ride during the day, except for the one or two that were out of order - and I think Allison informed me that we missed a shiny car one . . . Oh - and they did take a shortcut through the haunted house . . . but aside from that - they experienced the full North Pole.

The little boats that had bells that the kids could ring brought back vague memories for me. I remember the joy of ringing the little bells on the boats - and I'm happy to report that the charm of the bells has not been lost. Allison and Carter rang those things with vigor! I also think I might have vague memories of feeding the deer??? But maybe I'm inventing memories . . . I don't know - but Allison and Carter loved that. Allison was delighted that the deer were clamoring for the food she was feeding them out of her hand.

We did the rides, saw Santa, went to a magic show, and then finished the day with one last ride on these umbrella things. I went with Allison (Anthony went with the kids on most of the rides throughout the day while I stayed with Evan) - however I decided to give this last ride a go. It has been awhile since I've been on amusement park rides - and it made me a little sick! Nothing drastic, but not something I wanted to do again.

OK so now let's see if I can post some pictures . . .

Endings and Beginnings

These last few weeks have brought an end to several things that have been part of my life this last school year. I had my Spring piano recital - ending another year of piano, we had our last movement and music class I've been doing with Alli and Carter and some of their friends all year, Allison graduated from Mother Goose Time preschool, and Carter ended his 3rd year of life with a Thomas the Train birthday party. Well, he'll technically finish his 3rd year of life this Sunday - but we had his birthday party early so we can welcome a new little addition to our family . . . hopefully this next weekend!

I can't figure out how to caption these photos individually - so I'll just tell about them all right here . . .
1 - Anthony's Mom came to visit this last weekend and we were able to go to the science museum together and see Bodyworlds: the Story of the Heart. This is a traveling exhibit - and we were able to see many body parts and organs that have been preserved through plastination. The exhibit left me feeling so grateful and in awe of the human body. Anyway - this picture isn't of the BodyWorlds - but this is Anthony and Allison doing an experiment in the Exhibition Health part of the museum.
2 - We had the kids decorate freight cars for the party. This is one of the few pictures I got of Carter wearing his freight car. He loved helping to paint the cars and played with them all morning - but when the party started - he was simply not interested. I ended up wearing his frieght car for most of the party. :)
3 - Carter's Train Cake . . . I discovered how to 'crumb-coat' a cake this time around. I've always struggled making the frosting look right after cutting and shaping a cake - but I learned that I needed to first do a thin layer of frosting to seal in the crumbs and then refrigerate before putting on a 2nd coat. It worked! Allison helped me choose the 'frieght' to put in the cars. Her favorite candy was the candy corn.
4 - Anthony leading the kids around a train track drawn with chalk on the driveway. They had to complete different assignments from Sir Topham Hat's boss . . . Sir Mighty Hat.
5 & 6 - more birthday pictures . . .
7 - Sir Topham Hat giving instructions on how to play 'Thomas-in-the-Box'
8 - Carter and I pacing off 3 steps before playing 'Load the Freight Cars'. This was probably Carter's favorite game. He got to throw balls into his box.
9 - Grandma and Carter painting the boxes in preparation for the party.
10 - Invites/Boarding Passes
11 - The kids and I went to see Coppellia a few weeks ago (I'm not sure if that is the correct spelling??) It was a ballet - and the kids loved it! Carter is smiling for the camera before the show. As I was uploading this picture, Carter came and sat on my lap and looked at it and declared "That's me being cheeky!" I'm not entirely sure what 'cheeky' means - I think it's a term from Thomas the train . . . but I agree - he does look 'cheeky'.
12 - This is Allison playing Struttin' at the piano recital. She also played Toes in the Sand - which has a little improvisation part in the middle. She did a great job! I'm so proud of her hard work.

Grilled Cheese, Easter Eggs, Princesses, and a 5K

So I haven't blogged in awhile - but Carter said something today that I just had to post. I was in the kitchen getting ready to make lunch and I asked Carter if he'd like a grilled cheese sandwich. He said, "No, I want a boy-cheese sandwich." I didn't quite understand what he said the first time and so I asked again and he adamantly said, 'No - I don't want a girl-cheese sandwich, I want a boy-cheese sandwich'. That made me laugh! We all enjoyed our respective boy and girl-cheese sandwiches for lunch.

Allison participated in her first piano festival in March. She did great. She played Butterflies and Rainbows and Wake-up Dance. I didn't actually go in to see her since I am also her teacher . . . but Anthony went in with her and he said she was a little awestruck by the judge. She sat down (sort of - she stood more than she sat on the bench) - and then looked directly at the judge while playing, rather than at the piano. I think the highlight of the experience for her was the ribbon she got. Anthony ran a 5K last weekend. The kids and I went to cheer him on. He did great! He ran it in 28 minutes. After the 5K they had a little mini-race for all the kids. Carter ran about 100 yards and then Anthony put him on his shoulders. Alli ran alongside. The kids had fun. They especially liked seeing the Chik-Fil-A cow.

Carter's lot, having a fully-princessized older sister, is that he is well-versed in princess culture. When Allison chooses a movie, it's a princess movie. When she chooses a book, it's a princess book . . . and he is along for the ride. I caught him singing 'I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream', from Sleeping Beauty the other day after using the bathroom . . .


Easter Morning . . .


This last video is of Allison reading one of her princess books to Carter. I wanted to get some video of her reading. If Anthony and I are there and available she usually wants us to read, but occasionally (like in the car, or in her room at night) she'll read to herself or to Carter.