Tuesday, June 24, 2008


(To the tune of "I Like to Look For Rainbows")

I like to see the temple...
Whenever there is rain...


Winnie the Poop, Winnie the Poop...
Super Readers Save the Day!

Ya gotta love it! (Although if they had REALLY saved the day, the aforementioned poop would be in the porcelain throne, not in the diaper...)

How Firm a Foundation

I have so much to do and so little time, but I wanted to blog a bit about Girls Camp. It was a wonderful experience! Of course, getting used to 95 degree temperatures and high humidity with no cold mountain mornings was a bit of a new experience (especially since we had SNOW last year at camp!), but luckily we did get some rain and we housed ourselves in an air-conditioned building :)

Since I was only called into YW a month ago, much of the preparation had already been done, which was great. Our theme was "How Firm a Foundation" and we focused on the words of that hymn, Helaman 5:12, and the YW values. I had an amazing Camp Director who had never been to camp before as a YW or as a leader, and she poured her entire self into preparation with every aspect of it covered. The assistant camp director was the former YW president. She is an all-around awesome woman, someone who is uplifting, genuine, supportive, and fun. We also had my secretary and my laurel advisor there, who both offered suggestions, support, and filled in wherever they were needed, many times without being asked. Our YCLs were amazing, as well. They helped plan and carry out camp and did it without complaining (at least 95% of the time). And, last but not least, we carted three babies with us up there (ages 10 months, 8 months, and 6 months). Our bishopric was very understanding of our needs as young mothers and supportive of us taking the babies, and overall, the three girls were VERY good and the YW very helpful in helping us out with them.
This was definitely one of the most spiritual camps I have been on. In the week or so prior to leaving, I kept praying about what else I could do to help incorporate the theme. I felt inspired to talk to the camp director about adding a builder theme to blend the How Firm a Foundation and the YW values. When I mentioned it to her, she said she had had the same impressions earlier but dismissed them, thinking it was too much or too late in the game. We got together a week before camp and were blessed to really mesh all the ideas together. It was a testimony to me that Heavenly Father was working on all of us separately to create the camp He knew these girls needed. We started with a foundation (Jesus Christ) and then, using a talk by President Monson, I had the girls add to the depth of the foundation every time they prayed, read their scriptures, or performed acts of service. Each tent group built on their future home by adding framing (integrity), plumbing (faith- living waters, flush out the bad), paint (good works - brings color), doors and windows (choice & accountability - choose whether to let in the light and open the door for Him). The priesthood brethren added electricity (the priesthood is the power), and the leaders put on the roof (leaders provide safety and protect). It came together better than we imagined!

The first day was a little rough for me. Despite the "no cell phone" rule, we had several girls come with cell phones. Most were willing to let me confiscate them, but I had a run-in with one girl AND her mother, who was adamant her daughter have a cell phone. I really felt like I needed to uphold the rules and stand my ground, but it was hard. In the end, they agreed to let me keep the phone, but I made an enemy in the process. Actually, more than one enemy, since her friends thought I was being the meanest leader ever. And all of a sudden, I had been YW president for a month, and the girls hated me! Between that and lack of sleep, and I felt horrible! The former YW pres took me aside, let me cry, supported me, and prayed with me. When we had our Golden Hour that day, she sang to the girls "Walk Tall, You're a Daughter of God" and it was beautiful. The girls were crying too, because they felt the spirit and because they love her. And she told them she had a testimony that I was called to be the new president for a reason. It was still stressful, but she brought the spirit to that meeting and most of the girls felt better about me afterward. The one girl was still grumpy at me, and I had to deal with that. That night, though, after dinner, she asked to speak to me. And then she apologized for being a brat about the phone! I was floored! It's hard to admit you're wrong (the whole pride thing) as an adult, and here my 13-year-old YW was doing just that! We hugged and then spent the rest of the camp as friends, and she respected me! What a blessing!

We had so many great unifying experiences - the girls swam together in the lake, worked together during a service project, helped out with cooking and cleaning, pranked each other (of course - but mostly good pranks...), helped each other with certification, shared stories with each other, and sang together. These girls loved to sing, not just funny camp songs, but songs that brought the spirit, too. It was just awesome. The final night, our bishop shared a wonderful message with us and we had a testimony meeting around the fire with such a tangible spirit present. I pray that the girls will remember always the spirit we felt while at camp this year! That last night, one of the YCLs told a few scary stories and the girls got scared. My super laurel advisor told them a story that brought the spirit and then the girls started singing hymns and other church songs. And they sang and sang and sang. It was so beautiful and sweet. I fell asleep (at 2am) listening to them sing. It touched my heart!

Although we all came home exhausted (I'm still recovering), I wouldn't trade this experience. I've been to some more elaborate Girls Camps (both as a YW and as a leader), but this camp, without much fanfare and basically just us, was one of my favorite! I thought I would never love any YW as much as I loved the YW in my last ward, but I really love these girls! They are beautiful, funny, stalwart, charitable young women who are trying to do what's right when there are so few of them and so many temptations. I am just floored at how amazing they are and want to be more like them when I grow up!

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Heading Off...

Sorry I've been MIA. I'm heading off to Girls Camp in 6 hours and if you know anything about Girls Camp, that should explain my absence.

Send some happy thoughts our way & I'll post pics when I get back! (And after a shower. Cause I'll probably be stinky.)

Monday, June 09, 2008

Downright Chilly

So we have a cool front and some storms moving in and so our high temp today is...

88 degrees!

I tell you what, I might have to put on a sweater. Or turn on the heat. My kids are shivering and I'm digging out the winter blankies.

(Please excuse the sarcasm. I am definitely enjoying the cool down! But not so much the wind.)

Thursday, June 05, 2008

My Kids Are So Darn Cute

We got our pictures taken a few weeks ago and finally got the online access to view them. I went with my sister and her youngest and it was a little stressful entertaining all those kids (all three and under) while we took pictures, chose pictures, and waited. It definitely wasn't the best portrait session we've had, but I didn't spend too much money because of that so I guess it was a good thing! But no matter what, there's no doubt that I have cute cute kids! I'm glad I married DH 'cause they must get the cuteness genes (and jeans, too, for that matter) from him :)

Stink Can Earn You Money

So, at our camp meeting last night, the girls were bellyaching a bit about showers. I guess they've been spoiled previous years, but this year we're almost roughing it. Tents, but still an air-conditioned building for cooking, eating, and the leaders of course. But the showers are far enough that we need to drive there and not everyone will be able to shower every day. That seemed to create some stress.

Me: "Girls, it's no big deal. It's camp and there's no boys to impress anyway."

Still nothing. So I got this brilliant idea.

Me: "All right, I'll give 5 bucks to anyone who doesn't take a shower ALL week!"

All of a sudden, most are on board with that. Poop. This could get expensive. Maybe next time I'll tell them they get the 5 bucks for not showering AND not wearing deodorant. Except then I would suffer. Hmmm...

On another note, anyone know how many dollars I can get for 15 Euros? I found some in my wallet from our trip to Germany last year and I'm thinking, with the dollar depletion, I might be able to get enough to pay off my stinky girls.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Primary Scripture

This post is overdue, but I really feel the need to blog about it.  Because it's so cute & funny.

Last Sunday, the Bubbs had her first opportunity to give the scripture and prayer in Primary (children's Sunday School).  I was soo excited ALL week, because I just knew that she would be the cutest darn kid in the whole world and would be perfect in every way.  We practiced.  We put in a bandaid bookmark in her own set of scriptures.  We pretended we were talking into a microphone.  Anticipation mounted (for me, not for her... she couldn't have cared less really).

And there we were.  She didn't look quite as imagined (I was at Ward Council so her dad did her hair...) but still cute as a button.  She sat on the chair and waited for her turn.  I stepped out to check on something for YW and came back in when the song had finished.  There was my Sunbeam, standing at the microphone...


This was not how I'd imagined it, people.  She was waiting for me to come help her, and she was digging away.  A little mortified, I went up to her and said in my sweetest you're-lucky-people-are-watching-because-otherwise-I-would-not-be-this-nice voice, "Okay, honey, take your finger out."

"BUT I'M NOT DONE YET!" said loudly into the microphone.

"Do you want me to do the scripture?"


So, amidst some chuckling from the primary teachers and older kids, we waited.  Finally, she pulls her finger out, looks down at the -ahem- lovely glob, and is NOW ready to proceed.  After wiping it on her dress and a little prodding from me, she finally says,

"3rd Nephi, chapter 18, verse 21.  Pray in your families unto the Father, always in my name, that your wives and your children may be blessed."

THAT was the cute part.  The nose-picking?  Not so much.  But at least it's an unforgettable beginning to her primary career! :)