Time out!

Lately Kanani has been showing her dislike for several everyday things such as: changing her diaper, eating, being put down, being picked up, putting shoes on, taking shoes off, taking keys away, etc. Whatever it is, she has this adamant attitudinal squealish scream. It makes me crazy. She feels the need to kick her legs sometimes too.

The first sign of this was the day after Aleah's birthday. Aleah got a little dolly stroller and the next day Kanani insisted that she play with it and not Aleah. She also had a death grip on it and poor Aleah didn't know what to do. Needless to say, we went out and got Kanani a little dolly stroller too.

Back to the present. This morning I went to change Kanani's diaper and here she goes with her little fit, and I said, "Kanani stop that. Okay, that's enough." and she stopped. Just kidding, she persisted as I tried to manage the little flailing legs. Then I looked at her little unhappy face and I said, with a very serious tone and stare, "Kanani, do you need a time out?" And she stopped, for real this time, and she let me change her diaper. I mean are you serious? She's 14 months old. When do kids start needing time out? She didn't actually have to go to time out, but I threatened and apparently she knows what time out is.

She knows when Aleah is being reprimanded and she comes to make sure Aleah knows how much trouble she's really in by shaking her finger at her and scolding her. And she knows when Aleah is on time out. She usually goes to pat Aleah on the back and comfort her when she's on time out, which is not helpful, but very cute.

Then, tonight, during dinner, she kept standing in her high chair and finally I said, "Kanani, do you need a time out?" She stopped playing around and sat down. (Matthew gave me a look like, you did not just try to put my little baby in time out. Then I explained the above experience and put his expression at ease.)

Then, last, but not least, I was trying to organize some things to put in storage and little miss kept crawling all over me whining and gnawing on my shoulder. (It's not quite a bite and it doesn't hurt, but she knows mommy will tell her "No" because I don't want it to turn into biting.) Anyways, I told her "No" and then she walked her little legs over to time out put her face in the corner and did this fake little cry, like she was sad to be in time out and then she came back. It killed me! It was just too funny!

So I guess Kanani has some sense of what "time out" is and maybe she'll have to start going when she acts up. They sure do grow up fast.

(This is in the middle of one of her whines, while still keeping her pacifier in and she's also attempting to pick me up. Talent, I tell ya!)

Mum's the word

We went to Ott's Nursery/Greenhouse yesterday, thanks to a friend's blog. We went just to see the mum hill and walk around. It was a fun little outing and the girls loved it! Our friend Emily came with us and took all the pictures. Good thing, because my camera battery happened to be dead.

The little waterfall inside.

This cool old John Deere tractor...my girls are already for a Kansas lifestyle...how cool are tractors?!

The result of playing on a really old tractor. Too bad it wasn't just on her hands.

A great picture that Emily got of the little Nani.

Fe, el primer principio...

Hoy, a la iglesia, yo di un discurso. Lo fue una experiencia buena. Yo aprendi mucho.

For the past two weeks I had been preparing a talk to give today in the Spanish Branch, hence the lack of posting. I kept telling Matthew he needed to post something on the blog, but of course, nothing. So here I am again trying to think of what I'm going to post and I guess I'll just post a little of what I've been doing.

The talk I prepared was on faith. I feel that it is a principle that has really touched home this past year. Whenever I have doubt, I realize that I'm just lacking faith. Whether it be doubt in my mothering skills, doubt in serving in my calling, doubt in our future, doubt in someone else and whatever else it may be, I have had to stop and say to myself, "Hey, have a little more faith."

I'm sure that we can all think of numerous stories where when we showed a little more faith, we received our witness. Just think of how you got to where you're at. (There's a great story in the upcoming Ensign.)

Anyways, I felt very blessed to have had the opportunity to prepare that talk. I have seen how my faith has grown this past year, and what is required of us in order for our faith to be strengthened.

Faith is a principle of action and power and we have to be willing to work, we have to be willing to listen and follow, and we need to heed the promptings of the Spirit.

Sister Beck, the Relief Society President, said at the General Women's Broadcast, that "...if we heed those promptings, we cannot fail"

So there's just a little for ya.

I'm not Catholic, but I am a Christian. And I just thought this was a cool video.

Timely. Beautiful. True.

WE GOT IT!!!!!

Monday night, right after FHE, Dr. Jon Julian called from Kansas.......and yes, he offered the job to Matthew!!!! There are 3 dentist, 2 partners and one associate, and they all decided on Matthew. They were really impressed with him, his positive attitude and that he sought them out. They could tell he really wanted to be there and he could see what a great opportunity it was. We won't get into numbers or anything, but it's a great opportunity for many reasons, I'm sure I posted them way back when I put our first post about visiting this practice, but lets just do a quick run down. Great office, new technology, recently remodeled and they do everything there is to do. They don't refer anything out, so that means they do, of course, the regular dentistry, sedation, implants (Matthew's most desired procedures) then wisdom teeth, sinus lifts, ortho...I don't know what else, but that's plenty.

The first 10 months he'll be looking over Dr. Julian's shoulder to thoroughly learn the procedures (like a GPR), and then after that Dr. Julian sells his portion to the associate now, and then Matthew becomes the associate and will have the opportunity to buy in after 3-5 years, whenever he's ready.

So this is way better than a GPR, because he learns so much more and gets paid more and doesn't run the chance of having a lame GPR or Residency politics.

Anyway, McPherson, small -15,000, but great place to raise a family and we love the town, plus the town is way into basketball!!!

So McPherson, Kansas here we come. The good ol' Midwest, where they cling to their guns and their religion.

We feel very blessed and grateful and very fortunate to already know where we're going.

We don't know where we're going, if we don't know where we came from

About a year ago, my grandmother passed away, less than 24 hours before Kanani was born, and Matthew's grandfather passed away about a month and a half later. I just wanted to share a few memories and stories as a tribute and so that these significant events would be recorded in our family journal.

My Grandmother was always known as "Nanaw" to us. Her Name was Verna Lee Bandy and she was born January 15, 1937 in Earlimart, California. Her mother already had 6 other children and suffered with poor health. Her mother, being unable to care for her, had her 2nd cousin adopt my "Nanaw". At the time that she was adopted she was 6 months old, sick with milk poisoning and malnurished, her skin was falling off her and she could fit into a shoe box. During the process of the adoption, the man in charge, asked if the 2nd cousin was sure she wanted this baby and told her she could have a perfectly healthy one. The 2nd cousin replied, yes, this is the one I want.

Well, that pretty much became the story of her life: so many struggles and a lot of sickness, but she had the strength and will to survive, sometimes having to find the strength in those who loved her.

What I know of my Nanaw is mostly what I've learned in recent years. We didn't always have the opportunity to visit my grandparents or talk with my them, but I know that they always loved us. My Nanaw was a very thoughtful person. My grandparents have struggled financially, but every birthday, she would send a card and it would be filled with confetti and a 1 dollar bill. Not just me, but I think several siblings would save those 1 dollar bills, feeling that they were just too special to spend. I bet some of us still have those. When we got older and had kids of our own, she would send us coupons for diapers and baby food.

She loved to play games, especially this game called Forkle. It's a game you play with dice. The last time we visited her, we sat around her kitchen table and took our turns rolling those dice over and over, enjoying the time we got to be spend together rather than the actual game.

My Nanaw had smoked most of her life and eventually got emphazima. She was determined to not let an oxygen tank slow her down. However, her health worsened and she just never got better. There were times that her health permitted her to do things and other times where she ended up back in the hospital. About 4 years ago she was in the hospital and nobody was sure she was going to make it. I was scheduled to go with Matthew to visit his parents in Colorado, but just a few days before our trip, we found out my Nanaw was in hospital and struggling to breathe on her own. My mom, 2 sisters and I went down to Texas to see her. I can remember that she wasn't able to respond much, so my sisters and I sat and held her hands and sang to her. It was the first time I had seen her in years and had really regretted it. It was good to be with her and eventually she recovered enough to go home.

You know, sometimes it doesn't matter how much time you spend with someone or what you do with that person to be able to feel the love that God intended us to feel for that person.

My "Nanaw" lived the best she knew how on this earth and was full of love for us.

I love her and am blessed because she was my Nanaw.

Our sugar plum fairy

Last Saturday Aleah went to her first Ballet class. She thoroughly enjoyed it! I have to tell you, she was just so cute! When class started and I saw her out there, looking so happy, my eyes welled up with tears. I know, I'm much more emotional than need be. It's just that she's becoming such a big girl and her own little person, that I felt so much joy to see her happy and I was proud of my little girl. I know, yet again, just too mushy mushy.
My poor kids, I never realized until this very post that my kids are going to be so embarrassed of their over sensitive mother, wow, I really gotta reel the emotions in. Anyways, back on point, I told Aleah several times before we went to her class, not to be shy and to try her best to listen to the teacher. She replied, okay mom.
Then when we came home and we asked her about her class and if she liked it and if she wanted to go back, it was a DEFINITE YES! Then we asked her to show us what she learned. She remembers first position, but needed help with the others. Then last, but not least, with a teeth revealing grin and looking so proud, she said,
"Mommy, I wasn't shy and Mommy and Daddy are so proud of me!"
I mean, c'mon, what could I do?! I didn't well up with tears, give me some credit, but I did get the look again...the my little girl is growing up, I'm so proud of her look. I just love that little munchkin!