Books Read in 2014

  The past few months I've enjoyed reading friends' and internet acquaintances' "Year in Books" posts, and I want to start posting one each year to encourage me to up the ante--both in quantity and quality--of the books in my life. The following titles are the baker's dozen of books that I can remember reading this past year. Now that I am graduated and (supposedly) have more time on my hands, I'd like to really dig my teeth into some hefty, emotional, delightful, and/or enlightening texts.

  That means, to all reading this post, I need some help, so please send me some suggestions. I love fluff (if you could see my 2015 book list, mostly rebound from grad school, it already includes stories like The Princess Academy, Dealing With Dragons, The Scorpio Races) to fill the in-between moments, but I am craving some good non-fiction books that will actually expand my mind. I'm also looking to dedicate some effort in electronic books (mostly accomplished while holding sleeping children with phone in hand), free ebook suggestions are welcome as well. I feel exceptionally inadequate when to comes to finding contemporary publications, though, so leaving recently published suggestions and favorites would be exceptionally wonderful.

  Reading has such a power--it opens intellectual avenues my mind does't naturally tend towards as I trudge my rote paths. I've been doing a lot lately to try and develop myself as a person--I'd really like help to make reading a large part of that.

2014 books

Little Dorrit--Charles Dickens
   Suuuuuuperrrrrr loooooooong. Whew. My only real exposure to Dickens has been The Christmas Carol, A Tale of Two Cities, and some mini-series of works like Bleak House. Really fun to dive into one of his longer texts, and the characters were sweet even if the story and characterization were a little blase.

Thirty-Nine Steps--John Buchan
    Forerunner to James Bond and other such stories. Not what I was expecting, and definitely a fun surprise.

Wonderful Stories for Children--Hans Christian Anderson
    A collection of some of his lesser known tales, many of which deserve to be lesser known

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone--J.K. Rowling
    Gotta love these books. This read-through was out loud with the husband. Might be an old-fashioned hobby, but reading books aloud to each other has been a favorite pastime since our marriage began.

The Book of Mormon--Scripture
    I think I've successfully gotten through this book at least once a year since I became a teenager, but I'd have to do research to confirm that statement during the early years.

Dubliners--James Joyce
    Compilation of short stories all about individuals living in Dublin. I read it for one of my grad classes and really enjoyed discussing the ideas and papers which emerged from this text.

Murphy--Samuel Beckett
     Definitely stranger than Dubliners, but sparked some interesting conversations. Really difficult to connect with the characters, but admirable for other qualities.

"Waiting for Godot"--Samuel Beckett
     I liked it much better this, my second time, through. I sure wish I could see this play's production with Ian McKellan and Patrick Stewart as the main characters!

Lilith--George MacDonald
     I CERTAINLY need to recommend this one, as I wrote my master's thesis on it, but the recommendation must come with a caveat: it isn't easy or necessarily accessible when it comes to understanding and enjoying. Of the three professors who sat on my thesis committee, none of them could make it through the book. It is more like reading a dream than anything else. That being said, I learned a lot about myself and the process of gaining knowledge, truth, and identity while studying this work of MacDonald, the author who instigated C.S. Lewis' path towards Christianity.

"The Tempest"--William Shakespeare
    I can't believe I hadn't read this play until I was 27. It's a classic, and definitely not one that should be left to the Wishbone TV series' version.

Gilead--Marilynne Robinson
     Rarely has a book touched me as this book did. Rarely do we see an intelligent and convincing author seriously confront and explore religion without cynicism or condemnation. Rarely does a book instigate conversation between the mind, soul, and imagination--especially one set in a small nineteenth century American town. HIGHLY RECOMMEND!!!!

The Book of Three--Lloyd Alexander
      A childhood favorite (the whole series is smashing) and another from my husband's and my read-aloud repertoire.

The Help--Kathryn Stockett
      This has been a long-time occupant of my reading list and definitely worth the wait--what an enjoyable way to spend a couple afternoons over the Christmas break.


  Okay, help me branch out. What else is out there?

Starting Anew

I have wisely made the decision to stay silent through the month of January to break my horrible habitual addiction of New Years Resolution blogging (aka a smattering of posts in the first forty-five days of the year and internet silence for the remaining 320 days). But now, the year's second month has come and I am ready to really dedicate time this year to brief but consistent blogging.

This blog began as a place to document travel--going from Italy to the UK to the US and invariably closer-to-my-Utah-home locations. Now, with kids, my travels are more of a figurative journey--there is still the occasional vacation documentary post, but mostly this blog captures snapshots of my (and my family's) steps through the beautiful mess of living.

But, before jumping headlong into a new and unusually regular blogging routine, I would like to share my traditional post of accomplishments of the past year and goals in store for 2015. It's nice to look back on what I have done for motivation to achieve what I can do.

2014:
Welcomed second child (another girl) into the world
Bought our home
FINALLY graduated with a master's degree

2015:
Study the scriptures daily as an individual, couple, and family.
Use my master's degree.
Hike a mountain peak.
Restart foreign language study.
Have a clean house at least twice a month.
Create a frame-able painting.
Help our garden plot actually produce.
Read.
Leave the state 5 times.
Run another marathon.


Mostly, this year I hope to explore ways to develop personally and influence the world around me that don't necessarily result in being a good mom or getting a paycheck. More musings on this later, but it seems the big question for women is stay-at-home, work-at-home, or work-out-of-home? Always between mommyhood and occupation. I want to find ways to find and express myself that don't necessarily answer to one or the other. We'll see how that goes.

Second Pregnancy...

To those who don't know me from Adam, or who know and love me dearly:

I have a few suggestions on what (not) to say to pregnant women--especially if you saw both their first and second pregnancies and the less-than-positive aspects of this most recent one. I find these comments funny (especially when I get to tell my husband about it) but others might not see the humor...especially if they are dealing with other more hormonal effects of pregnancy.

You don't have to tell me I'm huge. I figured that out on my own, and I am reminded of it every time I stand up. It is not the most tasteful comment in the world to (7 tell a  months pregnant) preggo lady that

#1 "You look like you should be delivering tomorrow"

#2 "Are you sure you aren't having twins?"

#3 "Did you just get huge overnight or have I not seen you in forever?" (from someone who sees me weekly)

#4 "You're due in March, right? (no...May)

#5 (for obgyn doctors only) "You are measuring 28 weeks on the dot!...ohh, you aren't that far along? [checking my chart] Well, it's normal to be a little large on your 26 week visit...ohh, you are only on week 24? That's fine too, second babies get larger quicker quite often, ah-hem"

  My only question is--why didn't you tell me I was huge the first 25 pounds I gained? The last month I only put on 3 (and a half) pounds. Why wait until now to tell me that I look like a bloated whale?

  On a related (and more important) note, thank you for noticing that I am pregnant. Thank you for being excited for me. Thank you for wanting to talk about my baby. I know and love lots of people who haven't had the chance to be expecting a child and I've been blessed to be able to travel it road twice. I am savoring 96% of the journey (minus the hugeness and running out of clothes that fit) and I love talking about 100% of it, so even if you come up and tell me I'm fatter than Jabba the Hut, it's going to be enjoyable for me to comment on it--it's all part of the miracle, and I love sharing it with those around me.

 

True Love...or the Truth About Love

  So, February is the month of love. With all the hearts and pink and red and romantic expectations revolving around, I've been thinking a lot about the truth about love--that it always involves effort, either on your part or someone else's (usually both). But that effort comes at different times and in different ways. For example, sometimes other people's efforts are easy to love...and other times, it takes effort on your part to love others despite what they do/don't do.

Let me illustrate:

Rosie spending ten minutes quietly dissembling the filing system in my bedroom which organizes all the tenants and their history of the apartments we manage, just because she likes to be where I am, handling things I handle = Hard to love.

Rosie shouting "I love you TOO!" from the backseat of the car = Easy to love.

Dustin taking my kitchen scissors outside to trim our roses (for me) and breaking the scissors after I told him they would break if he tried using them = Hard to love.

Dustin getting me a maternity massage for Valentine's day because, even though we are not that kind of people, he thought it would be "romantic." = Easy to love.

Rosie getting out of her bed in the middle of the night, coming into our bed, and scooting me off of my pillow and eventually out of my bed = Hard to love

Rosie waking up (sleeping in past 7:00!!) after spending the night in our bed, gently holding my face, and saying "hi, Mommy!" = Easy to love

  You get the idea. People can be easy to love. People can be hard to love. Especially family. And yet, even the hard to love moments can be filled with such a deep and lasting emotion that I sometimes just pause in awe at the blessings I live with every day.

  I got to pick my husband (well, I got to stand there stubbornly until he convinced me that picking him was the only way I would ever really be happy) and was lucky enough to find someone who loved me more than anything--and acted on it every day. Choosing your spouse (AKA roommate/companion/eternal buddy) is a plus that comes with marriage--there are a lot of people in this world I can't stand being around for ten minutes, let alone for ten eons--so lucky for me I don't have to be married to any of them for eternity. 

  But kids are a crap-shoot: you really never know what you're gonna get until they pop out (or even later, when it's too late for exchanges...just kidding). I don't know how I got lucky enough for God to send someone that I (a life-long babysitting-hater, ugh!) could not only love and care for but that I want to spend every day with, someone who can be my best friend, a little girl that I can see loving and cherishing for life, who just gets funner (and funnier) with every word, look, dance move, etc. that she pulls out of her hat. Who gets that lucky? Is it too much to hope that all my kids will be this fun? 

  The truth about love is that it takes work. But God also gives us a break and send people into our lives that are not only easy (and hard) to love, but who make our life worth living--and are the few souls in the universe we literally couldn't live without.

New Year, Old Resolutions

I really like blogging. You'd never know it to glance through a timeline of this blog's posts--so sporadic. Usually grouped in twos or threes, but spread months apart.

Mostly I attribute this to school. Doing a masters degree as a mom means that every moment that is nap-time or otherwise free (like when Dustin gets home and can watch Rosie) is used to work on homework, lesson plans, and thesis. BUT I am in my last semester and I am determined to get into the habit of posting once a month until I graduate and am FREEEEEEEE.......

Oh, wait. That's when our family's kid count doubles. Baby girl #2 will make her debut sometime in the middle of May (the week of Rosie's 2nd birthday, actually), but if I start now and condition myself to get on here at least once a month, then hopefully that will keep happening when craziness hits this summer.

I have a dozen drafts from last year half-finished that I'd love to post--but I personally lose interest quickly in the blogs that continually start "ok, so I know I am WAY behind, but SO much has happened I've just got to share the past six months with you..." So I will cave only so far as to end this post with a photo blast, but I feel justified because it is so nice to post pictures of Rosie now that she has hair :) I will limit myself to that and keep moving forward, looking forward to a new year with old resolutions (which I WILL accomplish this year!), including:

Blog at least once a month.
Take Rosie to the library once a month.
Study the scriptures daily as an individual, couple, and family.
Use my sewing machine.
Hike a mountain peak.
Clean the house at least twice a month.
Plant and keep a garden alive.
Restart foreign language study.
Leave the state 5 times.

 New resolutions for the new year include:
Graduate with a masters degree.
Have another baby.
Buy a house/place to live.

  And just for the record, even though I DO have a dozen old resolutions, I did get a few things accomplished during 2013:
   Became a writing instructor at BYU
   Ran a marathon
   Kept my first child alive for a whole year--and relatively unscathed
   Visited my childhood home, school, and neighborhood.

   Took Rosie to Disneyworld

   Rode in a hot air balloon

   

   

  

Yup, a great year, and we're ready for another!

First Camping Trip

We began this summer off with high hopes of camping bi-weekly, hiking every Saturday, swimming during the week, etc. etc. etc.  We were NOT that ambitiously engaged by the third week...but still managed to have fun. We went camping twice and have one more trip in the works. These are some shots from Rosie's first camping trip.  She looks like a hobo, actually...but a very cute hobo :) 

Her accomplice is of of her best friends, parents' choice :) But seriously, they have now gotten over their fears of each other and had a blast getting dirty together.  Carrie is 2 months older than Rosie--not that you would know it to see our giant girl next to this 40% percentile pixie...

(I would DEFINITELY recommend the Timpanogos campground right above Aspen Grove to young family campers--their fire-pits are guarded from little ones by big cement walls (but still accessible with parents' help) AND they had flushing toilets--such a big plus!!!)

Rosie LOVED the hot-dog roasters, and got to use her favorite words of the time: "up" and "down" (it made roasting anything pretty difficult, but she sure was cute!)

Rosie did great on her first hike!  4 miler to Stuart Falls and back.

Our family...and one AWESOME hat :)

SO glad she has more hair now--it's amazing what 3 months will do!!

Next step: teaching Rosie to sleep in a tent...no wonder we haven't gone camping since, I can't pull all-nighters with my crazy baby like I did in college (sans baby, of course, those sleepless nights were by my own volition). 

Rosie Posie Poser

So, this was from an outing a while ago (someday I will have a smartphone and post things as they actually happen) but I thought they were hilarious so I'm sharing them with you now. This is my daughter--ever aware of the camera and of how to keep it focused on her.

Wish I knew where she got her moves.

"Can you even begin to fathom how deep I'm thinking?"

Way out of your league...

Marilyn Monroe's got nuttin' on me!

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BUT if you would like to continue to peruse, I was scrolling through past pictures and saw a couple other classically candid shots--she has the best faces, and outfits, and, well, the best everything.

Enjoy :) 

I forgot she used to be FAT!

Look, Mom! Crazy aunts and NO HANDS!

Blood rush.

This is how she used to smile for the camera. Took forever to capture these 

cuz she'd only do it for a .003 seconds.

AAAAAAHHHH!