Skyping: St. George to Africa

I was online and noticed Travis was also online. He's in Africa right now. I don't have my camera hooked up to the computer yet, so I didn't video Skype. We just instant messaged. After the conversation was over, I thought it was interesting enough to share. By the way, the time is Las Vegas time. (We have changed the time on the computer since we moved from Vegas.) It is actually an hour later in St. George. And Travis is 7 hours ahead of St. George.

[2:34:00 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Is Dad's truck in Mt. Pleasant or St. George?
[2:34:33 PM] Travis Lane: It's in Mt Pleasant
[2:35:00 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: I was wanting to go to Vegas to pick up a load of our stuff and just wondering if it's here.
[2:35:12 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Brant is picking Brian up from Mt. Pleasant right now. They should be here in 3 hours
[2:39:44 PM] Travis Lane: Brian should have drove the truck down
[2:39:59 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Duh!!!
[2:40:05 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Sometimes I think of stuff just hours too late
[2:40:16 PM] Travis Lane: I would say
[2:40:50 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: What time is it there?
[2:41:10 PM] Travis Lane: 10:40 pm
[2:41:25 PM] Travis Lane: it is a different world over here
[2:41:45 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Holy Cow! That's SO weird. It's only 3:40 p.m. here. I am adding you and Haley as authors on Ari's blog.
[2:41:57 PM] Travis Lane: Thats good
[2:42:16 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Are you going to sleep or is it hard to go to sleep with the time difference?
[2:42:46 PM] Travis Lane: No I have adjusted well. Because I didn't sleep on the plane. coming over
[2:43:02 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: What's it like?
[2:44:17 PM] Travis Lane: It is weird, If I were to go out on the streets right now and walk around... I would be decapetated by morning.
[2:44:35 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: seriously? that's freakin' crazy unbelievable
[2:44:43 PM] Travis Lane: It is like the worse part of Mexico times 5 to 10 depending on the area.
[2:45:00 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Wow. How are you able to walk around in the daytime and why don't they barrage your quarters?
[2:45:23 PM] Travis Lane: We have security around our hotel
[2:45:34 PM] Travis Lane: Day time is different
[2:45:54 PM] Travis Lane: Its safer but you need to be in a group
[2:45:59 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: You're probably thinking you wish you could type as fast as I do....I'm thinking the same thing.
[2:46:12 PM] Travis Lane: You're funny
[2:46:13 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: That's unreal. We seriously take so much for granted in America
[2:46:29 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Like, we don't even BEGIN to comprehend what we have.
[2:46:42 PM] Travis Lane: Liz, the streets are covered in garbage there is no civilization what so ever
[2:47:24 PM] Travis Lane: Familys of 6 to 10 literally live in a 10x10 room
[2:48:25 PM] Travis Lane: its like "Tuba City Gone Wild" Tuba is literally so upscale it would be 5 star
[2:48:33 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Maybe Africa will be a good place for Brian to visit. We have a Master CD from a girl whose parents told her she could go to Africa and do humanitarian aid or go to a military school. She was getting into trouble. It changed her life.
[2:48:59 PM] Travis Lane: What part of Africa did she go to?
[2:49:06 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: I don't remember.
[2:49:18 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: She helped villages. Probably much safer than where you're at.
[2:49:19 PM] Travis Lane: Not here because she would be dead
[2:49:42 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: But, she saw how much we have in America and realized she was wasting her life with all of the entertainment, drugs, and worldly focus.
[2:50:01 PM] Travis Lane: Yeah it will be real good for Brian
[2:50:25 PM] Travis Lane: Did you know that they cut out the clitoris when they are born?
[2:50:39 PM] Travis Lane: They dont want them to cheat on the husbands
[2:51:47 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Yea...it's called FGM...Female Genitalia Mutilation. There are humanitarian groups that are trying to stop it.
[2:52:24 PM] Travis Lane: Its the wild wild west here
[2:52:40 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: It's sounds like Satan is alive and well among the people of Cain
[2:52:45 PM] Travis Lane: It is so sad because the land is like Mexico and Hawaii mixed[2:53:04 PM] Travis Lane: It is beautiful
[2:53:39 PM] Travis Lane: Its like a pizza fresh out of the oven mmmmmmmm... Then someone came and shit on the pizza
[2:53:48 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Someday everything will make sense, but it is sure hard to understand why some people have to go through the lives that they do
[2:53:53 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: That's disgusting.
[2:54:03 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: What do you smell? The pizza or the shit?
[2:54:09 PM] Travis Lane: that is how it is over here
[2:54:19 PM] Travis Lane: mainly the shit
[2:54:33 PM] Travis Lane: there is trash all along the beach its nasty
[2:54:44 PM] Travis Lane: people stop and crap in the street
[2:55:29 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Man...and we thought Page was uncivilized with some of the aborgiinals there.
[2:56:09 PM] Travis Lane: it is so sad because those little kids are so cute!
[2:56:30 PM] Travis Lane: I have not been out to the villages yet. I think that evil is not out there as much
[2:56:46 PM] Travis Lane: It really is like Blood Diamond and Hotel Rowanda
[2:57:15 PM] Elizabeth Lane Hibbard: Wow. It blows my mind. I can't even begin to comprehend. I hate to see suffering.

First Ride Out

When Mom and I used to do our first bike ride in the spring, we would call it our First Ride Out. It was usually torture, but if we made it through that first ride we knew each ride after would get easier and easier. We trekked a nice five mile ride around Page. By the end of the summer, we would circle the route twice. I loved bike riding.
Shelbie, http://brianshelbieclement.blogspot.com/ a girl at work, has been trying to convince me to ride to work with her. We planned on doing it as soon as Brant moved here and brought my bike. Unfortunately, my bike got here--minus the front tire. Shelbie offered her husband's bike. So, yesterday we rode the bikes to work. It's only two miles from where we live--we live in the same subdivision. There were a couple of killer hills. I was worried about being able to keep up with Shelbie--she's almost half my age. Surprisingly, I didn't do too bad. She was impressed at how strong my legs were as I made it up some of the steeper hills. I kept telling myself, "Hospital hill, hospital hill." That's the part of the trip that was the hardest when Mom and I would ride.
Interesting how there is so much mental power in doing something. I know my body was not ready to take this ride. I am so out of shape and much older than when I rode with Mom. But, I drew on the memories of going with Mom. I can remember how she also had more stamina than I did. The only thing I had going for me was my youth. Sure would like a piece of that right now. It's interesting how time works. Events that took place decades ago are still fresh in my mind and recalled as if they were from yesterday. It's also interesting how much stock we put in our family roots. My mind told my body I could do it because my Mom did.
However, at 3 o' clock in the morning--that's what time it is right now--my body has strongly disagreed with my mind. I woke up with leg aches so painful I couldn't go to sleep. I have taken Excedrin. When that didn't do anything I dug up some old pain pills and took a hot bath. Still waiting for it to kick in. I'm just glad I got the first ride out. I'm definitely going to keep it up so that I don't have to go through this again. Just when I think I can't ask again, I wonder once more, "How did Mom do it?" She's amazing. Her strength never ends.

Trading Places

Brant and are, as usual, going against the norm. We officially entered our phase of role-reversal. He stays at home, while I go to work. So far so good. Of course, we're still in the honeymoon stage. For me, compared to four months of no family it seems awesome just to have a family to come home to at night.

Brant was busy explaining to me everything he got done today. He said, "It looks like I haven't done anything, but I really have. I've unpacked so many boxes and done laundry." I had to laugh. I told him I know exactly how he feels--trust me.

I would say the kids are adjusting well--but they really don't seem to need any adjustment. They happy as can be in their new rooms. They sleep well--mostly because they have a private room and are uninterrupted. Porter loves the top bunk--although Lane has figured out how to climb up to the top already. That kid! He's a daredevil.

Madison got hit in the face with a baseball. Porter said she wasn't paying attention when he threw it. That's why he got hit. Dona, Vicki, Mom--I don't even want to hear it--I know you know and are laughing about the time that happened to me. Dona threw a baseball and I wasn't paying attention. I got a bloody nose. Luckily, Madison just got a couple of fat lips--yes they're both as swollen as a bee sting.

That's all folks!

We're not in Kansas anymore...or Vegas

This past weekend we made the final trek from Vegas to St. George. I was so excited. I woke up several times Friday. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. I took the shuttle to Vegas and we finished up the few things we could get into the U-haul. Brant got a U-haul that was way too small for the amount of stuff we had. Needless to say, lots of stuff got left. I guess that is a good excuse to go back and visit.

It's funny how you can look forward to something so much, you often overlook the things you're going to miss when they're gone. Rhonda, my mother-in-law is such an amazing grandmother. She has the patience of Job. In addition to watching my children--all 3 and under--she also takes care of Heather's daughter Isabella who is 5 months younger than Lane. It's practically like two sets of twins. Not only does she keep them alive, she has a schedule that includes meals, snacks, story time, and activities. She still cleans the house like a madwoman and manages to take a college course once a week. Not to mention, that a day never goes by without her studying her scriptures. And she gets dressed, puts her makeup on, and does her hair. She's definitely a superwoman. It's been so fun getting to know her over the past few years. I think of all the things I am going to miss it will be having her around so much. There are not many people who can say their mother-in-law is one of their best friends. We've already planned trips to spend holidays together. One thing that is nice about our move is we are close enough to visit often.

We both have been dying to go to the Shakespearean Festival in Cedar City so that a definite must. I have only been through the temple for one year now. Rhonda and I used to go to the temple almost every week before I moved to St. George. We decided we can go together when she comes to St. George to visit.

The kids are having a blast. I think they think we are on vacation. Although, last night Porter decided he wanted me and Brant to be Grandma and Grandpa. He said Madison is his Mom. I think he misses Grandma and Grandpa.

Madison made her parents...and grandma...very proud

Madison did an amazing job on her Primary talk. I put something together last weekend so that she could have all week to work on it. Her Dad and Grandma helped her practice. I had pictures of colored paper that went along with her poem. I was only hoping she would be familiar with the talk so that when I helped her with what to say, she would at least have practiced it. My little star had the whole thing memorized. I was so impressed.

On Saturday, I received a call from her Primary teacher confirming that she would be talking on Sunday. She told me that Madison kept asking when it would be her turn to get up and talk. So, that's why they assigned her to give a talk. She's already an aspiring public speaker. I'm so proud.

I was talking to my sister Kim about how happy I am that I have a daughter like Madison. I said she is perfect for me. I couldn't have custom-ordered a more perfect daughter. Kim said, "I think all of my sisters think that. They all think their daughters are perfect for them." I thought about it and realized that's because our daughters are like us. Dona's daughter Brooke is alot like her mother; Vicki's daughter Jayley is an athletic, happy-go-lucky, could-care-less for boys girl; Bobbi's daughter Emy is a social bug that loves to dance; and Madison is incredibly smart. How funny that we have daughter's that have our personalities. Kim reluctantly said she must be going to have more girls because Kaylor is nothing like her. She is pretty cute though.

Me, Brant, and Rhonda (my mother-in-law) all sat on the back row as we waited for Madison's talk. We were giddy with excitement. I laughed at the scene because we were all obviously first-timers. We were proud parents and Rhonda is a proud grandma. I joked about filming her and taking pictures, but said that would probably be too much. Rhonda said, "I have my camera! Do you think it would be too obvious?" We both laughed because we really wanted to take pictures of her, but felt that would be too irreverent. Brant whipped out his new "Droid" phone and said he could film her talk and be very inconspicuous. I whole-heartedly encouraged him. So, we do have her first public appearance on a phone video. It was amazing.

In case you're interested, this is what she said:

Red is for the blood He gave
Green is for the grass He made
Orange is for the edge of night
Yellow is for the Sun so bright
Black is for the sins we made
White if for the grace he gave
Purple is for his hour of sorrow
Pink is for a new tomorrow

For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten Son, they we might not perish and dwindle in unbelief.

I am thankful for all that Jesus has done for me. I love my family...and my grandma. I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.

So much to blog...so little time

I just got back to St. George and have to rush to get ready for work, but I have so much I want to blog about. It'll have to wait til later. Stay tuned for more on Madison's talk and an official moving date. I took this picture in the car after church. I tried taking pictures of Lane--but, like his Daddy he hates the camera. They were a little disappointed with Primary when they first started, but are now very enthusiastic. They Primary teacher has won them over with cool crafts and chocolate.

Lane and his temperament

This is what Lane looks like when he wakes up. It takes about half an hour...or a bottle to get him happy. He takes after me. Let's just say I'm not very friendly when I get woke up. He also has this thing where he doesn't really like me taking pictures of him. He gets that from his Dad. The twins love the camera. (See pictures below.)

Madison's first talk in Primary

I know I'm an old Mom 'cause I'm pushin' forty, but can't I still get excited when my eldest child--who's only 3--gets chosen to give her first talk in Primary? Madison came home with a sticker from church. She is assigned to give a talk in Primary on February 7th. I'm so excited! I'm not sure what to do though--any ideas? Brant are already grinning about going to Primary to watch her. We even traded weekends--they were going to go to St. George next weekend--but I'm going to come here again so she can give her talk. I know--I'm overexcited, but despite my age, I'm still a first timer at alot of this stuff.

Awesome 80's

So...I'd never pass up a chance to dress in 80's clothes. We're promoting a new product call Flashback, so for work we were able to dress in our favorite "flashback" era. Of course, I chose 80's. Flipped collar, big hair, heavy makeup, and leg warmers. What more could a girl ask for. My Service Coordinators (who are half my age) said I looked like an old lady who had never left her high school years. Vicki and I used to laugh at those ladies. They were stuck in whatever era they went to high school. We swore we would never do that. Dressing up once in a while doesn't count, but I sure do miss the 80's.

Another week

Here I am at the end of another week and not much has happened. I think blogging is rather dull when you remove all of the cute things your kids do. I am happy to report that Brant brought the family over yesterday and will be staying here for the weekend. We have set a date for them to move--by February 15th. I am so excited. It's going to be like Christmas. It is always fun to settle into a new house and routine.

Last night was the first night Porter and Madison have slept in separate rooms. They have had a few times where they weren't together when they were babies--but this is the official separation of the twins. Brant thought Madison would want to sleep with "her boys." That's what she calls them. But, she was quit anxious to leave them and go to her own room with her own bed. She even shut the door when she went to bed.

This morning, I asked Porter and Madison what they liked most about their new house. Madison said she liked her bed and her own room. Porter said he liked that his Mom was here. (Aaah....he's my sweetheart...I don't care if he is a Momma's boy.)

When I came home from work yesterday, Brant had the kids sitting quietly at the table and he was fixing dinner. I joined the kids and we waited for the food. I can definitely get used to having a man-wife...especially if he cleans the toilets and vacuums.

Thank Goodness It's Friday

Only one more work day...and then it's back to Vegas. I love my job, but I miss my family. Hope to get them in the same place soon! I don't have as much stuff to write about without the kids around.

My life is pretty boring. I work, come home and piddle with cleaning or setting a few things up. I've been trying to exercise more, but can't say I'm a hundred percent committed yet. With no TV, I've plenty of time to catch up on reading and listening to motivational CD's. You'd think I'd have my life perfect.

Any Ideas, Anyone?

I am in charge of a fundraising for work. I will have a group of students working with me...I want to raise about $5,000. Any ideas?

Weekend's over too fast

What a wonderful weekend with my family. We had so much fun. It was nice to be together. The kids were so restless I felt like we needed to get outside and play. It was a nice 63 degrees in Vegas and the sun was shining. They were resistant to go outside, but once they did we had so much fun. We played in the dirt and I chased them around. Is it bad that your 3 year olds can run faster than you? I'm going to have to work on that.

I had to coax them into letting me take a picture with my phone. The twins insisted on putting their hoods up since Lane was wearing a hat. That devious grin on Lane's face is a devious grin! He's my little devil child. Sweet, but what a temper. And, look at the meat hooks that kid has. He's only a shoe size behind Porter and Madison. He's going to make the little bunch look like a group of triplets if he keeps growing at this rate.

Brant and I went to Avatar this weekend. We saw it in an IMAX with 3D. It was very, very cool. I have to say I really liked it. I'm not much of a movie buff, but this one was good. I highly recommend it. Actually, I don't know anyone who hasn't liked it.

Now I'm back in St. George--living my other life--bachelorette working Mom. I'll sleep well, look good, and gets lots of sleep. But, I'll miss the little ones.

I am sitting in a ham radio class

That's the text my Mom sent to me when she didn't answer my phone call. I had to laugh...but also have alot of admiration for. She is 63 years old and she still is doing new things and she's very active. Last week she went with all the guys to hang out with them while they were snowboarding. She was out there taking pictures and being with the boys. I hope I am just as active and ready to try out new things in 24 years.

The long distance relationship continues

Brant brought the kids over this weekend. This was the first time they got to see our new house. They had a blast chasing each other through the empty rooms. We have bunkbeds set up in the boys room. Madison loved that she is the only girl in the "girls room." They played in the back yard. Porter kept asking me if this was Travis' house. They have no memory of living in a house that wasn't someone else's. I kept telling them it was just our house. They slept until at least 8 every morning.

We're still living in two cities, because we need to save a little more money. We need a few basics like a washer and dryer, microwave, dining table, and mattresses. We can probably live without everything else for awhile. We're going to alternate weekends--I'll go over there one weekend; and the kids will come over here the next.

It's rough, but could be alot worse. I'm sure the time will pass quickly and we'll all be under the same roof soon! Can't wait. Until then...we keep plugging along.

I really don't mean to be ungrateful but...

...an external hard drive to back up the overflow on our computer?!?! That's what he went to Fry's for? I mean...it is a practical thought, but I was a little excited about the setup. I guess when you get a good tease, you're just expecting more. I had visions of laptops, netbooks, blackberry's, Ipods, and digital cameras dancing in my head. A slim black box with a 360 GB capacity just didn't do it for me. Too much anticipation. And...P.S....he DID get me a digital photo keyring too!

Surprise? Or, Suprise!

Brant left the house to get me my "other" Christmas present. He said it wasn't going on sale until after Christmas. He's going to Fry's...now I can't wait. I really wanted a Netbook...or maybe it's a new camera. I hope he's not getting me a digital keyring or something now that's he gotten my hopes up.

Lane went to nursery

Today was Lane's first day in nursery--and ironically, the twins' last day. He's been old enough to go, but because we have 11 o'clock church it's usually nap time and he ends up going to sleep. I asked him today if he wanted to go "night-night" or go to class. He said he wanted to go to class. Fortunately, with him if he's awake and something is going on, he'll usually keep on going. He was so excited. He has this, "I'm with the big kids today" kind of attitude. He just followed the twins in and didn't blink an eye. When I picked him up, he strutted to the door and snatched a colored paper off of the door. (They always tape the kids' drawings on the door.) I'm sure he had watched other kids do it.

I can't believe Porter and Madison are going to be old enough to start in Primary. I can't believe how proud I am that my kids are going to be Sunbeams. I remember teaching Sunbeams and how little I thought they were. I feel as proud as if they were graduating from high school. I know, I'm overproud, but what can I say--I'm a Mom. I've been telling them for a couple of weeks that they'll be going to the "Big" Primary very soon. I told Madison today again. I said, "You get to be a Sunbeam next week." She usually breaks out her off-key rendition of "Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam." I explained that now she was getting older and this meant going to Primary. She said, "Is my belly going to get big, Mom?"

I said, "No, why?"

She said, "Because I'm getting older."

I said, "No. That's doesn't happen until you get really old." Silly girl.

Today, after Sacrament meeting the lady behind us leaned forward and said, "I just have to tell you your kids are so sweet and so adorable. I can't believe how well-behaved they are. And you...," she looked at Brant, "...are an amazing Father. You're wonderful with your children. Really, you two are great parents." I was actually surprised. I think we were out at least twice with the kids--a dirty diaper, and someone had to pee. But, I could have been happier than if I won a Grammy. I had tears in my eyes, even though Brant got most of the credit.

What keys are you holding?

I cannot express in words the elation I have felt this past week as I received the keys to our new house. We have been living with family for almost 4 years now. It's been crazy trying to have our three kids in someone else's home. I am so thankful for all of the help we have had and for the fact that I have amazing in-laws who are so generous. We could not have had a better experience considering the circumstances.

However, I am so excited to be getting into our own home. Brant came over this weekend to go to my work Christmas party. I did not tell him that everything had come together and I signed the rental agreement. I wanted to surprise him. Of course, I'm an idiot and horrible as surprises so I totally screwed it up. I planned to take him there blindfolded after our Christmas party. Right before we left from my work to get ready, I thought I was sending a text to my sister, Kim.

I text, "We're coming over to your house to get ready for the party. Don't say anything about the house, cuz Brant doesn't know we got it."

I got a text back...from Brant, "LOL. So we got a house?"

I know, I know...how can I be SO smart and yet so incredibly dumb at the same time. If I had a quarter every time someone said that to me...

Anyway, today I noticed that I have a key chain with keys on it now. I hadn't realized that those keys mean something. I haven't had keys for a long time. I have a house key; I have a mail key; and I have a car key. That's all. The car isn't mine, but I still have that key. And, it doesn't represent ownership, it represents that I have family who care enough about me to let me use their vehicle. No strings attached. That key means alot. I realized how symbolic keys are in our lives. I bet if you look at your key ring right now, it will tell you alot more about the things you have than you realize. It means home, what kind of car you drive, and maybe even where you work. I never thought I'd be grateful for keys. Brant has one key I'll never get back...it's the one to my heart. (Okay, that was for all of the cheese balls. I had to throw it in there.)

Love One Another

I read a familiar scripture today. It said, "By this shall all men know you that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another." John 13:35 I've heard this a hundred times, but it really struck me today. I claim to be a Christian, to follow Christ, but I have to ask myself if I truly do love people. Especially, the people that I come into contact with. That would mean the people at Walmart; the people driving on the road; the people I work with; and the people in my life. That would also mean the people that don't necessarily treat me the way I should be treated. It means the people that have made bad choices. It means loving a lot of people that I may not feel deserved to be loved.

I guess you have to ask yourself what love is; what does it mean to love one another? We hear often that Jesus is the Reason for the Season. He has to be the reason all year round. Love to me means caring, nurturing, forgiving, not judging, serving, and so much more. You have to define it for yourself. It's funny how much debate there is over what a Christian is. If we read the scriptures, we can answer our commitment to Christ by how much we truly do love one another. This had made me taken an inspection of my ability to love others. I hope I can do better and be more like Christ. Tina Turner posed the question in one of her hit songs, "What's Love Got To Do With It." Apparently, Tina, it has everything to do with.

I've been nutty, and it hasn't been nice

This strange phenomena occurred this week. I started getting a really bitter taste in my mouth. The first time I noticed it was early Tuesday morning. My first thought was, "Wow! Morning breath just gets worse with age!" But brushing didn't make the bitter taste disappear. Throughout the day, I would feel like I had been sucking on metal. There was just a tinge or something so bitter in my mouth.

After a couple of days I decided to google "bitter taste in my mouth." A lot of things come up under that pertaining to health related issues. The number one thing was dental hygiene. I did not believe this was the case for me--I visit the dentist every six months; brush with a Sonicare; use a tongue scraper daily; and carry dental floss in my purse. (Are you proud of me, Ron!)I remember seeing something about Pine Nuts, but it never occurred to me that would be what was causing the bitter taste.

After a few more days of this, I couldn't stand to eat anything because the food would taste bitter too. I went back to Google trying to solve this mystery. I saw the Pine Nuts again, and since I had exhausted every other option I read what people were saying. Then remembered, I had eaten Pine Nuts on Sunday.
Apparently, two people can eat from the same batch of pine nuts and only one person can have the reaction that has been dubbed, "Pine Mouth." Fortunately, I think I am on the end of my bout with bitter mouth. Finally, I'll be able to enjoy food again! Wikipedia is so good at succinctly summarizing I've included their description of it:

Risks of eating pine nuts
A small minority of pine nuts can cause taste disturbances, developing 1–3 days after consumption and lasting for days or weeks. A bitter, metallic taste is described. Though very unpleasant, there are no lasting effects. This phenomenon was first described in a scientific paper in 2001.[8] Some publications have made reference to this phenomenon as "pine mouth"

Madi said

Last weekend Madison offhandedly said, "I love hanging out with you, Mom." Not only did it make me smile, I was happy to hear her say it. I can't believe she even thinks something like that, let alone says it. It was quite a compliment. I am so glad. She is my little best friend.

We are planning to have everyone move to St. George in February. I am so excited. It's really only six weeks away. I know that will go by fast. I will be glad when I don't have to borrow cars anymore. Travis has let me use his truck for so long. Kim and Jake let me use my old truck for 3 weeks, which was so nice. I didn't worry about it breaking down. Of course, I don't think I drive more than 50 miles a week so I don't have to put a lot of miles on the vehicle. Travis' truck needs some serious work, so I just hope that I can make it last long enough to get Brant here. It was fun driving my old blue truck for awhile. It brought back lots of old memories. I loved buying that truck. It was the first vehicle I ever chose with exactly what I wanted at the time.

Unfortunately, Jake had to give his company truck back and can't use it to drive from home to work anymore. His boss said that it cost too much in gas for him to drive it back and forth. I guess the economy is hitting everyone hard when you have to pinch every penny and a few miles of gas is making that much of a difference. I am so lucky I have had family to help me out, because I haven't even had a car to worry about the gas part of it. I miss my little truck. Oh well, at least it went to a good home and it will get driven everyday. :) I guess it's just a vehicle and not a family pet. I shouldn't be so sentimental.

In other news...Porter started sleeping through the night without diapers. Yeah! What a victory. He has had one accident, but that's bound to happen. We down to one diaper baby. Three was a lot!

My sister Kim is expecting her baby any day. I am so excited for them and so glad they are having a little boy. It's a ton-a-fun to have boys and girls. What little miracles they are.

I am looking forward to Christmas. I get five days off. I am buying the pajamas stocking stuff and Brant's buying the toys. I love how excited the twins are about Christmas this year.

Believe in Who You Are

This is on YouTube. It's an inspirational song and video about motherhood. This is for all the moms.

Christmas Pics

This was the best we could do for a picture. I couldn't get them all to hold still, look at the camera, and smile at the same time. You can't see him, but Taylor (Travis' son) is off to the right ready to put Lane back on the bench each time he would jump off. Which would happen as soon as he sat him down. I guess this is what you call a reality shot. I still love it even though it's not perfect.

Twins have that "something special"

Those two melt my heart sometimes. They can be little tigers, but it's moments like this that make me realize they really do have a little something between them. Porter loves his sister and Madison loves that he loves her. I can't wait to see what their future relationship will grow into. Of course, when I think about boy-girl twins I also think about the twins on Saturday's Warriors. :0

It'll grow back

Madison, Porter, and Brant all got their hair cut on Friday morning. It was a first "real" haircut for the twins. Madison had an adorable A-line from her Aunt Bobbi about a year ago, but that has since grown out and had my Mom-trims done to it. Her hair was so cute! It went to the top of her shoulders and was a cute little bob, with swooped bangs. I was so glad she had finally started to get longer hair. She has taken nearly three years to grow anything. Her hair is baby soft, but so fine.
Apparently, getting her hair cut inspired her to pick up a pair of scissors and do some more. Only hours after her cute new do, she found a pair of scissors slashed through her hair. She ended up with one side looking like a mullet. I was devastated. More so than anyone else. Travis even told me it was just hair. Instead of Madison crying, I had tears falling. I took her back in on Saturday morning to get it evened up. The best they could do was give her a very short cut. Even so, it still has to many short pieces. Honestly, it looks horrible. But what can I say, except that it'll grow back.
P.S. She also clipped a chunk out of Porter's hair in the front. He at least has thick enough hair that I can cover it up with a little manipulating of his hair.

Thanksgiving

I have many things to be thankful for this past week. I am especially thankful for Brant is also Super Dad and Super Husband. I was required to work this weekend--with the exception of Thanksgiving Day. Brant had Thursday, Friday, and Monday off. So he packed up the car and kids and brought them over to Travis and Haley's for the 4 days. It was so awesome. Even though I had to work, it was nice to come home and spend the evening with my family. I cannot wait until they can come over here full-time.
We had a nice Thanksgiving with Travis and Haley and their family. Some of Haley's family also came over. I really enjoyed getting to make the whole meal. I know that sounds funny to some people, but I love to cook. I spent Wednesday night and Thursday morning cooking. It was a lot of fun to me. Plus, Haley bought everything--which was very nice of her. We played baseball after our early dinner. We ate at noon. The next day we were sore from playing. How sad. They just went back a couple of hours ago. I'm back to my bachelorette life--but I'd rather have them here.

The Rest of the Story

I guess I should have explained the rest of the story behind "Two Truths and a Lie." My mother-in-law has scoliosis like I do. She has recently been experiencing severe hip pain. I had the same thing happen to me when I was pregnant. It feels like someone is stabbing a knife into your hip. And, you don't want to take a step because you never know when a sharp pain is going to shoot through your body. It's awful. My brother would adjust my back and massage my muscles, it hurt so good! Anyway, I volunteered to help ease her pain.

And about the FBI agent...I feel so important that I can say an "FBI agent called me." It's actually an old friend from Page who called to pass on some information. He has a friend who's daughter has the same thing that Travis' daughter Ari has. So, it was totally un-FBI related, but still sounded mysterious.

About the two pounds...that's not happening this week. Maybe next week.

2 Truths and A Lie

Yesterday, when Brant came home I played 2 truths and a lie with him. I told him he had to guess which of these two things were real and which was not true.

1) I got a call from an FBI agent today.
2) I gave his Mom a butt massage.
3) I lost two pounds.

He quickly says, “I know you didn’t lose two pounds.” I couldn’t believe it. Seriously, the two pounds seemed more far-fetched than the other two? I thought for sure I had him. I guess it just makes me mad he can tell when I’m lying. With a face like this… Who wouldn’t believe me?

Am I blogging too much?

I really didn't think so, but I just heard Madison telling Porter "I'm going to put these stickers on my blog." He said, "That's cool. I don't have a blog."

I don't ever want to close my eyes again!

That's exactly what Porter said to me when he woke up Monday morning. I said, "Why?" He said, "Because, I hate to sleep, Mom!" Which is funny, because he is the last one to wake up in the morning. He never wants to go to sleep at night, either. I think his personality is such that he doesn't want to miss out on anything. He thinks that sleep robs him of that.

I love his happy, go-lucky attitude. Madi and I, we tend to be uptight when everything doesn't go right or we feel like we're losing control. Porter already senses that in me and he'll say, "It's okay, Mom. It's okay." He says that to me all of the time and I always smile, because I realize I am taking something way too serious and need to chill out.

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When I had to leave on Tuesday morning, Madison was feeling very sad. She said, "Mom, I am feeling sad." I said, "I know, honey. This is really hard. It's hard for me too." I said, "Do you want to cry?" She said, "Yes." I said, "It's okay, so do I. But it will only be for awhile." She hugged me and said, "Okay, Mom. I love you. I will call you so you don't miss me so much." I don't know how she is so grown up for only being 3. I am sure every parent thinks this, but I look forward to seeing what they will accomplish in life and how much more they are going to teach me.

Belated Happy Halloween

I wasn't home in time for Halloween...so Brant took care of everything. Even, the costumes. I had the idea and he dressed them. They had the wrong shoes on, and he put a long sleeve white shirt under Madison's cheerleader shirt. And, a pair of red sweat pants. It didn't look very cool...especially with her white church sandals. But...I can't complain he did everything. Plus, I didn't get to take pictures because I wasn't there, so this is about it for picture quality. P.S. The referee shirt was made out of a white turtle-neck and black duct tape. Very clever, Brant, very clever.

22 years...and counting

That's how long Tracy and I have known each other. Wow! I can't believe how fast the time goes by. And now, she's moving to Kentucky soon. So, Tracy and her family drove over to St. George. She took me out for lunch. It was nice to visit and catch up. I told Brant I was so sad, I would probably never see her again. He simply said, "Liz, 'never' is a really long time."

I know my ABC's...all 24 letters

Madison has learned her ABC's. I'm not sure where she learned it. I haven't worked with her that much on it. She usually doesn't forget the last letters. Porter could care less about learning them.

Getting Used to Things

I am kind of getting used to the new schedule of leaving home for 5 days and then coming back. It's still alot of stress being away from the family. I don't know who has MORE stress...me or Brant. He has to work a physically hard job and then come home and take care of three little kids. I have a fairly easy job and when I get off work I have all the time I need for myself. I'm just all alone. It's always too much or too little in life. I guess we just have to enjoy what we have and be greatful for the have's and forget the have not's.

I love reading the Jackson Family Blog It keeps me so inspired. I don't personally know this woman. I came across her blog over a year ago. Her daughter died unexpectedly on a Sunday morning from a freak accident . I guess her story her story struck me at the time that it did, because her daughter passed away the day after my baby was born. For every day I have had with Lane, she has had without her daughter. Her story, her writing, her testimony, and definitely her personality inspire me in the struggles I have in life. So many times, when I feel like I am struggling with the things I don't have and want, I realize it could be a lot worse. That keeps me grateful for my challenges.

Getting another year older...already!

Where does the time go? I was really hoping that if no one remembered my birthday I wouldn't have to count it. But, too many people remembered so I can't pretend I didn't get another year older. Travis and Haley put together an all-out surprise party. It was really fun to come home and be surprised. Plus, I got some really cool outfits and boots thanks to Haley. Kim bought me some awesome jewelry--I totally need it for work. My parents took me and Kim out for a birthday dinner at Chili's. It was fun.

I also got lots of texts, emails, and facebook love. Thank you to everyone. The kids called me and sang Happy Birthday to me over the phone. It was great.

When I got back to Vegas, Brant had gifts that he and the kids got for me. He is the best gift-giver. He always gets the coolest stuff. This year, I only got two gifts from him, but they really counted. He gave me a silver heart locket with "I Love You Mom" on the inside. He put pictures of the kids on one side and a picture of me and him on the other.

He wouldn't tell me what he got me all week long. He kept telling me that he already had me "fitted" for it. I could not figure it. Finally, I got to open the gift--it was a pair of orthodic insoles. Several months ago, he had me stand on the Dr. Scholl's machine that tests your feet. I have really flat feet and all of the discomforts that go along with that. We didn't buy them, because they were too expense. But, he remembered what style I needed and got those for me. I love them.

Please stop drowning me

This week seems to be exceptionally hard, at least emotionally for me. This is the fourth week at my new job. On one hand, I can't believe how quickly it has passed. On the other, I dread leaving my family each week. The weekend goes so quickly. I have always beens such an emotionally sensitive person, although most people don't know that because I hide it so well. I guess as sort of a protection, because emotions can be overbearing to me.

I honestly think that I would have a nervous breakdown if I were in Travis' shoes. I'm not exaggerating. Which is horrible, because my kids would have a mental case for a mom. I just don't know how they do it. Vicki is experiencing so many problems with Jaden as well. Listening to them both this week, and then struggling with my own separation from my family has overwhelmed me. In fact, I keep telling myself, my situation is not that bad. I should not complain. But, then thinking about that, I feel guilty because I do feel so sorry for myself. I miss my kids terribly, I want to be in our own house (we've lived with people for 3 and a half years), and I want just a little extra money.

I found a story by Elder Wirthlin on http://www.lds.org/. It was titled Press On. One of the most powerful points in that story is to not ask Why Is This Happening To ME, but What Can I Learn from This Situation. It all makes sense, but sometimes it's really hard when you feel like someone is pushing your head under water and all you want is a couple of breaths. Here I am, trying to save money so we can get enough for a down payment to rent our own house. But, with all of the money I am spending because I have a job, i.e. gas, travel, food, work clothes, and daycare, there's not much left to save. It's frustrating. Hopefully, the three months will pass quickly.

Although, I do know I really have a learned a lot from this. I go home on weekends and just play with my kids. It's fun. The house (our little room and loft) is trashed. I mean, I would have never let it get that dirty when I was staying home. There is so much laundry it's all over our bedroom floor. The bathroom--oh my! But, I just don't care as much, nor do I want to spend my two days cleaning. So, I let it go. I make sure I say all of the things I want them to know before I leave, like how much I love them and how important they are to me. I enjoy just holding them and don't always tell them I can't play, read, or whatever my excuse used to be until I get chores done. I ditched part of church on Sunday, to go home and spend time with Brant. I mean quality time--alone. And, I'm not talking about any hanky panky, just some good quiet time. I would have never done that before.

I guess if I have learned anything, it is to put things in perspective. My value system has altered. Not much, but rules and life don't have to be just right. I'm still tired, and sad when I'm away, but I know we have made a choice to sacrifice so that we can have our own place, move to a safer town, and give our kids some of the things we think are important. I guess everyone has their own trials. It makes me want to be nicer to people too, because I don't know just how crazy their life might be.

Da' Boys

Rough and tough and tumble. That's what they love to do. Typical boys. I asked Porter if he missed me when I'm gone. He said, "I miss Dad." Thanks, Porter.

Little Posin' Madi

She loves the camera....both sides of it. She takes pictures of me all of the time. Most of the time she gets her finger in front of the flash or misses me altogether.

Cute Conversations

Me to Madi: You're the prettiest girl in our family.
Brant to Porter: No! Porter's the prettiest girl in our family.
Porter: No I'm not Dad!
Brant: Yes you are.
Porter: Dad! Look at my face and look at Madi's. She has the prettiest face.

Me: Do you want a grilled cheese sandwich Porter?
Porter: No, I want a boy cheese sandwich.
(He thought I said a girl-cheese.)

Me to Madi at church: Do you want to talk in church like that little boy at the pulpit?
Madi: I am talking in church right now.

I'm not the prettiest girl at work anymore

So maybe it’s conceit; maybe it’s realizing my youthful beauty has finally reached the top of the hill and it truly is “all downhill from here.” I’ll admit to some vanity over the past couple of decades. Vicki and I used to try to find girls in church who were cuter than us. I know, crazy. It was when we were in college. We would look around and try to find girls we thought were prettier. There wasn’t always a lot. If we thought someone was prettier, the other would argue that they weren’t . I’m not saying we were right, or that it was true; we were just really good for each other’s egos.

I came to this realization that I didn’t want to ask the magic mirror who was the fairest of them all sometime last week. I’ve been working at Paul Mitchell the School for two weeks now. It was a sad death of sorts. I totally understand Snow White’s wicked stepmother. But at work, I’m way out numbered by cute girls. I mean, there are lots of reasons that are out of my control. For one, the girls are half my age. When did I get old enough to work with people half my age? I AM going to be 39 this month. I have been out of circulation and admittedly grew quite frumpy while being a stay-at-home Mom for the past three years. The added weight gain, naturally takes off points. But, even if I were skinny, it’s still a tough competition.

Last night, while trying to go to sleep, my husband, Brant randomly said, “You know I still think you’re beautiful, don’t you?” I didn’t realize I didn’t think that anymore until he asked me that question. I haven’t felt beautiful for a long time. Not that my well-fed ego was lamenting over it. My ego always makes excuses for any deficiencies. You know, for example my ego will say, “You might not be the prettiest, but you’re the best looking 38 year old there. You look good for your age.” I like my ego.

I replied to Brant, “You do?” I wondered if he had been having secret talks with my ego. Or, maybe he was becoming my ego.

He said, “Oh, course. Why do you think I call you ‘Sexy’ all of the time.”

Begging for more, I said, “Really? You mean that?”

“You’ll always be the most beautiful woman in my eyes,” he continued. He leaned over and kissed me and then said what he says every night, “Good night, Sexy.”

He made me smile, and tear up a little. Maybe I’m not the prettiest at work anymore, but I’ll always be the most beautiful to him. I guess you can’t ask for more than that. Even if--as Ron always says, “The old gray mare ain’t what she used to be.”

Not enough time...

CAN YOU TELL who the leader of this group is? She's the boss, and they're her boys.

I have so much stuff I would like to write, but am limiting myself. Tonight is my last night before I leave for St. George in the morning so I am trying to spend as much time with the kids as possible. It's hard, but we have a goal and timeline in mind, so the sacrifice is worth it.

Here's my Madisonisms to record:

ME: You're a Smarty Pants.
MADI: Yes I am. I know everything.

MADI: (after I picked her up at Nursery) My teacher is so good. She took good care of me. She fixed my bow, tied my ribbon, and put on my shoes. She takes good care of me. She's so good.

ME: Did you have a good week?
MADI: I don’t know! What is a week?

MADI: (I just told her tonight was my last night before I have to go to work.) You want me to call you on the phone so you don’t miss me so much? (You can see she doesn't have as much of a problem as I do.)

MADI: Ughh!!! (Frustrated with Lane) We really need to teach him to talk.

Now, it's not that I am ignoring Porter. He just doesn't say much. I mean, he does, he just doesn't have these smart, funny, little quips that Madison does. He is very creative and is making up fantastic stories about dinosaurs, dogs, and super heroes. He is always fighting or saving the world.

Busy, busy

I started my new job last week in St. George. It's with Paul Mitchell-The School. I really enjoy it. Of course, I am so busy I haven't been blogging or taking pictures much. I hate being away from the kids, but it's this or live with other people for the rest of our lives! The choices we have to make.

Why do they look so sweet when they're sleeping?

My little boys love to sleep together. Last night Porter told me he was sleeping with Lane because he loves his brother.

Saturday is a special day...

...especially when your husband tells you to go back to bed--he'll take care of the kids. Wow! I loved it. After two extra hours of sleep I couldn't sleep any longer. I decided to get up and found him getting all three kids ready to go the park. I was kid-free until noon today. What a break. And, he's watching the kids tonight while Rhonda and I go to the Relief Society Broadcast. I am so lucky.

More About Ari

Written by Elizabeth (Lane) Hibbard

I woke up this morning and checked my email as I always do. Travis sent me a touching email he shared with four of his closest childhood friends. The tears flowed as I read his words. It is truly impossible to understand what a parent who is fighting for the life of their child must be going through. I will post parts of that email as I get time throughout the day to edit it. It's beautiful.
Check http://www.prayforari.blogspot.com/ for updates.
I am going to start working in St. George again next week and will be away from my children for four nights each week. My heart was aching as I thought of having to leave them. But, knowing it will only be temporary and will get our family to a better place, we have chosen to make the sacrifice now.
I still remember the quote that President Jones had on the wall of the seminary for all of the four years I attended. It read, "Sacrifice is trading what we want most for the moment, for what we want most in the end." That may not be exact, but that is the closest I remember it.
After Travis' email, I not only felt a sliver of his pain, I felt that I should be grateful that my situation is not the same as his. It's funny how we keep hearing that. Travis and Haley were glad they weren't in Vicki's shoes; and Vicki was glad she wasn't in their's. My friend, Lisa (Hamilton) West, always made the comment clear back in high school that if we all threw our trials into a pile and could go and pick out the ones we wanted, we would still probably take ours over someone else's.
I know people who have lived through some of life's hardest trials, and they always say, "I wouldn't trade this experience for anything." I think that is because through our greatest trials we also receive our greatest blessings. I know that Travis and Haley testify daily of the blessings they have received from this trial. Certainly, they would not have chosen it, but they have such a positive outlook they not only are leaving a legacy for their children, but for those who watch their example.
I don't think anyone who knows of their situation has not taken time to reflect on their own lives. Perhaps even hear their own murmurs and complaints. Hopefully, you have also felt gratitude as you thank the Lord for all of the blessings in your own life. This experience has touched me and I am thankful to Travis and Haley for sharing it with so many people. They are angels whose lights are shining bright, not only for their daughter, Ari, but for everyone else as well.

It's library day

Teaching the days of the week has been alot of work. We actually have to do an activity every day to help them think about what day it is. We christened Tuesday library day as that is a good day for the Toddler story time. I usually put Lane down for a nap and leave him with grandma. (She is so awesome.) Then, it's me and the twins. They really love the singing and dancing and story reading. We stayed a little longer today. I let them play with puzzles and read books. I decided to re-organize their puzzles. They were a mess. I know they'll be messed up again next week, but I thought maybe I could help.

Yesterday, Madison threw a fit. She is so good when she's good, and so bad when she is bad. It's strange. Porter justs stays in the gray area. Not too helpful, but not too bad. (Okay, sometimes he crosses over to the bad side.) Madison started throwing a tantrum. I have been giving her a warning when she does this and then I send her to her room to calm down. I was sitting by her yesterday and she started jumping up and down. She was throwing a tantrum. I said, "Madison, calm down or you will go to your room."

"No!!!!" She wailed and then jumped right into my lip. It split right open. And, instantly started swelling like a balloon. Not one for pain, I mean I purposely skipped all of the labor pains, I was dying. I wished I still had some percocet pills left. I iced it, put anbesol on it, and took ibuprofen. Then, took pictures and text them to people I thought I could get sympathy from. Okay, I sent one to Brant (bad idea) and one to Vicki. Vicki was sympathetic. Brant sent a big "LOL" back to me. He thought it was hilarious. I had to lie down for awhile. While I was moaning in pain, Madison came into my room and said very sweetly, "Mom, I really didn't mean to do that to your lip. I'm sorry."

Today she told me, "Mom, I just wanted you to hug me yesterday." I told her I would make a note of that in the future. My lip is still fat. If it was even, it wouldn't be so bad. But, I have an "A" cup on the left side of my lip and a "DD" on the right. It is even bruised on the front of my skin below the lip. Really, she got me good.

The twins in nursery

I took the camera to church on Sunday because Rhonda was taking pictures of the young women. When I was in the nursery, I took a picture of the kids.

The Circus is In Town!

I guess in Vegas the Circus is always in town. Brant took the twins and left Lane home with me. Lane and I walked to the library, while they were gone. They had so much fun. Porter has been talking about the man who flew out of the cannon for days. Brant snuck the kids into the V.I.P. seating area. He said it was no small task to outsmart the Shriners that were ushering the event. Actually, he said there was no one sitting in the V.I.P. section, so he thought he'd upgrade himself and the kids.

Baby Isabella

Isabella is my niece. Her mom, Heather, is Brant's youngest half-sister. We get to have her around alot because Heather is trying to finish High School and also has a full-time job.

She is only 5 months younger than Lane, so sometimes I feel like I have two sets of twins.

She is a sweetheart. She fits right in with all of the kids and loves to be around everyone. We've "picniced" dinner in the back yard the last two days because it has been so cool outside. (76 degrees) Bella joined us and helped clean the plates.