Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Poppa and the Atomic Bomb

My mom and grandpa are here visiting for the week.  This morning, over our granola and Honeycombs, my grandpa and I had an interesting conversation.  (Hallie calls him Poppa.)  There were really two separate conversations, but they connected in my head, so I'll record them both here, and if you can see the connection too, then you think like me!  If you're confused, don't worry about it.  Also, this post is long.

First we were talking about how we don't notice how well our body works until some part of it fails.  My mom had been telling my grandpa about my hypothyroidism, and how the doctors said my thyroid basically just quit, and we were talking about my sister's troubles with her kidney and my brother with his pancreas.  My grandpa was quiet for a moment and then he started talking about how we take our bodies for granted, don't even realize how well they function and how amazing it is that they work so well... until some part of it stops working so well.  Then we notice for sure.

Second we were talking about when my Grandpa worked for the FBI in Los Alamos when he was young, before he was married.  He worked with some of the scientists who helped develop the atomic bomb that we used to end World War II.  He told me that one day he asked one of those scientists, out of curiosity, if he believed that God helped with the invention of the atomic bomb.  He replied that he knew God had helped them develop it.  He said that so much money was poured into the whole thing, in a time when there wasn't a lot of spare money to be spent on failures and "almost-got-its!" that they had to do things that had never been done before and do it right the first time that there was no way they were doing it on their own.  (This came up because I mentioned that I will always believe in God because of bread - no man (or woman) ever looked at wheat growing in a field and said to himself hmm.... if I do this and this and bake it at this temperature I'll get bread!! It just didn't happen... If you know what it takes to get the grain from the wheat, grind the grain to flour, and all the other etc. to make bread then you know as I do - there is a God, and bread is one of the ways I know.)  Anyway, so then we sat there for a moment thinking about the idea that God would help create a device that would kill so many people... and it reminded me of Nephi and Laban.  God knew that it was better that one man should perish than a whole nation should dwindle in unbelief. And so sometimes he lets these things happen for another purpose to be fulfilled.  How long would the war have gone on had we not dropped the bomb?  How many more soldiers would have died fighting, and  how many more women and children in so many nations would have suffered from the ill effects of that war? 

Then my Grandpa pointed out that it's all a part of life, that we get hurt at times and that's what we came here to discover and understand: the pain of being hurt.  It's just like how we take our bodies for granted when they are functioning perfectly.  Before we came to this earth we couldn't understand what "hurt" was because nothing ever did hurt.  We couldn't even know that we were happy because we didn't know what it was to be unhappy.  So it was worth it to us to come here and learn about pain so that we could finally appreciate how good it feels to not be in pain.  Just like we don't ever think about having a kidney until it fails, or we don't appreciate our teeth until we have a toothache.

**I realize that there are many different reasons why we suffer in this life, my main point here is that sometimes life is hard, and sometimes God lets it be hard, but that's what we're here for.  The most important thing to remember is that God knew that sometimes this life would be hard for us, and so he provided a Savior. 

Well, for any of you who read all the way to the end that's the conversation I had with my Grandpa this morning over breakfast.  I wanted to record it because I thought it was really interesting.

Friday, October 23, 2009

S'more Roses

As some of you may know, Hallie was supposed to be a little lamb for Halloween.  It was going to be great.  But, as most of you probably know, my imagination far exceeds my talent for actually making any of these crafty things I dream up.  So, I put the costume that I had been slaving over for weeks on her as a test run, and I could not stop laughing.  (At least I keep a sense of humor when I fail miserably... sometimes.)  All I could say was that she looked like a marshmallow.  Well, I was supposed to be Mary who Had a Little Lamb for the ward Halloween party, and of course, I couldn't be farmgirl Mary without a lamb, so I was stumped until it occurred to me that I could be chocolate. But then Devin was Jack and the Beanstalk all by himself, and wouldn't that be lonely?  I really struggled here because I had already finished his costume, and it actually looked great.  (In my opinion. Look for a Jack and the Beanstalk next year, I guess.)  But of course, I finally caved in to myself and decided he could be graham crackers.  So, here is Hallie's test run for her marshmallow costume.

And, here we are, the complete set.  I guess you can't really see that I am chocolate and Devin is a graham cracker, but we looked pretty sweet.  (ha ha.)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

More Race Pictures

Mile 21
Here is another picture of the race and some details for any who are curious about those sorts of things.  Devin's final official time was 3:35:02, which out of the 13 (he says 13, I say 17) marathons he has done was his third worst time, but in this race he ended up finishing 19th out of 78 in his age group and 139th out of 1009 overall.  As a person completely committed to never punishing my body that way, I'd say it's quite impressive.

Devin's support team: Pappy, GranB, Aunt Mimi, Uncle Jeff, and baby Jill (not pictured: Michelle [Dewitt] H.).  (this picture merely represents the support team that was able to be there in person.  We know that there was a support contingency in California, and one in Utah as well.)  And of course, Hallie and I are not in this picture, and clearly we were there to support him.

Thanks guys, we love you!!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Devin's Marathon

I married a runner. 
He runs marathons. 
He hasn't done one since we got married however, because I selfishly didn't want to give up half of my Saturdays while he trained.  But he really wanted to do one, and he worked out a way that he could do his long run on Wednesdays, and so he wasn't gone too long on Saturdays and I was ok with that.  This past weekend we went off for the big event.  We were really nervous about it because he hurt his knee about three weeks prior, so we weren't sure how he was going to do.  It was also ridiculously cold, it was the coldest weather in which he had ever done a marathon, so he wasn't sure how to dress for it either.  He especially couldn't decide on whether or not to wear the tights.  He put them on Saturday morning, and I thought "Good.  The cold weather makes his knee hurt more, so if he's warm maybe it won't be so bad."  Then the next time I saw him that morning he no longer had tights on.  I said, "What happened to your tights?"  He said, "I kept hearing my dad's voice saying, "You don't run a marathon in tights. So I took them off."  Well, as it turns out, his knee didn't really bother him too much, and it was really only cold at the very beginning and at the end.  The rest of the race he would have been miserable in the tights, so good job voice of Dad Rose!!

These pictures I stole from my sister, since I can't find our camera.  (And you know I only took one picture anyway...)


So my blogger page is in Dutch again.  It did this to me last fall also.  I have no idea what I did to make it go Dutch, nor do I know what I did last year to make it eventually be in English... the only thing I can think of is that it was at this time two years ago that we lived in the Netherlands, and maybe the computer is reminiscing?

It sounds absurd I know, but how else do you explain it periodically wanting to speak Dutch?

Or does your computer do that too?

And do you know how to make it English again?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009


Thanks for all of your comments, advice and encouragement from my post on Parenting. It was fun to read what you had to say. And, just in case you were wondering what I actually did in each of those situations, here ya go. (And if you weren't, then this is just for posterity.)

1. So she leaned down and bit me, and at first I was so shocked and startled by the pain I didn't do anything. Then I said, "Hallie, let go of Mommy." That didn't work, so I pinched her cheeks together and said, "Hallie you need to stop biting Mommy." I kept holding her jaw until she let go. (The suggestion to put my finger in her mouth was an interesting one, which I have since tried, and she just bit down on that finger as well. Maybe I did it wrong?) So then Devin took her out into the hall.

2. This is a scene we have almost daily at our place. Depending on what she's been doing and how irritating/ inappropriate the behavior is I do different things. If she has, say, been hitting me in the face or pulling my hair, I usually talk to her about "nice touches" and holding her hands I show her how to softly touch my face, and my hair. Then if she keeps doing it I pin her arms down to her sides, clamp her legs down, and hold her tight and talk to her about how that hurts people and isn't nice. This definitely gets her attention and the behavior stops (at least for a while). If she has been screaming just to scream, or dumping her water out on the floor just to splash in it, or pulling the stuffing out of the couch, she goes in her pack n play in the laundry room for "time out". This is the one she doesn't seem to get quite yet, and sometimes she spends a pretty lengthy amount of time in there. But I figure at least I get some peace from the screaming. (She's absolutely silent while in there... that's why I think she doesn't get it. She just hangs out and waits for me to come back.) As for why I want to punish her, I think it's important that she learns not to hit people and pull hair, etc. and I need her to understand that when I say no she has to listen to me and stop, because someday she may be wandering toward the street or something and I need her to know what "no" means.

3. Ah, this was a classic moment. I do normally let her help, she peels the carrots and we put her up on the counter (closely supervised of course) and dumps flour in the bowl when I'm making cookies etc. But I was chopping onions and it was hurting my eyes so badly I didn't want to expose her to that, and the crock pot was already on and I didn't want to have to deal with keeping her fingers out of that - not to mention I was using the big knife to cut the vegetables and I didn't want her fingers near it. So on the floor she stayed, where she was very unhappy not to have my undivided attention and refused to go play with her toys. When the meat leaked everywhere I just stared at it like, "et tu brutus?" and just tossed it into the electric skillet. The rest as you know happened as it did, and then again I just sort of stared at the chaos around me for a second like, "really? this is going to be my day?" and then I washed my hands, picked up Hallie, cleaned up the blood as best I could trying not to get bleach on anything but the surfaces that needed cleaning, and finally went to look at the meat, which hadn't burned like I thought it was. It's hard for me to hold Hallie for very long right now though, between the belly, my back hurting, and the hernia I can only put up with it for so long, so she did have to go down again which she didn't like. I am curious though, how does it work when you put the meat in frozen? That's what we do when we cook something with chicken in the crockpot, we just throw in the frozen chicken breast and then right before serving take out the chicken, tear it into pieces with a fork and knife, and put back in the pot. So with the ground beef do you toss it in as a frozen block and then pull it out and break it up later? Let me know.

So, that's what I did - for better or for worse. Thanks again for your insights, guys!

Sunday, October 11, 2009


So Devin is in New Jersey tonight and Hallie and I have been having our standard battle of wills, but this time I don't have any Devin mediator coming home soon to look forward to. Let's just say her personality overwhelms me. So, I've been thinking about single moms (and dads) and how they do this all day every day, probably with only the occasional break... and how much respect I have for them that they can manage to have children that grow up to be healthy and happy, and remain sane themselves. Here are other people whom I really respect for working magic in their lives:

- Single moms and dads
- Husbands (and wives) who work extremely hard to provide for their families
- Teens and young adults who are growing up and turning into strong, brave, valiant adults in this world that is tilting further on its axis each year, as far as I can tell
- The people from all demographics of life that deal with illness and handicaps but learn how to do it with grace and dignity
- The people who care for the people with afflictions, and do so tirelessly and also with grace and dignity
- Hallie, because she'll still give me hugs and laughter even just after I've been thoroughly exasperated with her (for hitting me in the face repeatedly)
- People who fight for a cause that they believe in, even after others have given up and labeled it "impossible to solve"
- Teachers in our schools who work for little pay and less thanks, every day, in a classroom of students who mostly wish they were somewhere else

Well... that's just off the top of my head. Who do you respect?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Parenting 101

There are so many times throughout my day when I internally throw my hands up in the air and internally shriek "what am I supposed to do?" and then even after the moment has passed I am still not sure if what I did was the right thing. So, I've decided to post a few of these scenarios, because I'd like to pick your brains about what you'd do in these situations.

Scenario 1: You are sitting in church. You have a toddler on your lap, and she's being pretty good. Quite suddenly she leans down towards your forearm and bites it. Hard. She does not let go. You say, "Hallie, don't bite mommy." She does not let go. You aren't sure how much longer you can stand to have her teeth digging into your skin. You lean over to your husband. "Hallie is biting me, and I can't get her to stop."

Scenario 2: She does something for the eleventh time that you have told her quite sternly not to do. Therefore, this is the eleventh time you are putting her in time out. It's becoming obvious that she thinks it is a game. You decide to leave her in time out until she gets upset about it. Twenty minutes go by and you realize she's asleep. Clearly, this has not been a punishment and she will have no hesitation to be naughty doing the same thing the following day.

Scenario 3: You are trying to get dinner in the crockpot so you don't have to worry about it later in the day. Hallie has been standing behind you, pulling at your legs and screaming the entire time you've been chopping vegetables. In your stress at her screaming and your haste to get it done you overdefrost the meat in the microwave, and blood has dripped out of the container all over the microwave, and when you go to pick it up it is clear that it will leak all over the floor on its way to the pan. You carry it as quickly as possible, realizing that you are still dripping blood all over the floor. In your haste to wash your hands so you can clean up the blood you knock over your daughter, because she is standing directly behind you screaming. So there is blood all over the microwave, the floor, and your daughter is probably lying in it, screaming more now, and the meat is burning in the pan because you can't stir it until you wash your hands and what should you do first?

So, what would you do?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


If you ever in your life thought you were cool with your jump-rope in the driveway (my sister and I used to have "Jump-Rope Olympics"), you have to watch this video.

I have never seen anything like it, and Hallie was entranced the entire time saying "What's that?" to which I responded each time "Jumping!" although that's sort of like seeing a unicorn and just calling it a horse.

I do have to wonder though about the bruises these girls must have come home with when rehearsals were still in the "rough" stages. My goodness!

And if you're not impressed in the first minute, wait for it. IT GETS CRAZY.

Monday, October 5, 2009

A Few Reasons

Here are a few reasons I love my church:

1. We sing songs about streams that talk, trees that make popcorn, and our children want to be sunbeams. (Uchtdorf)
2. President Monson recently met with President Obama, and presented him with his family history going back several hundred years, as previous prophets had done for Presidents Bush and Clinton. (Ensign, Oct. 2009)
3. Twice a year we get to hear the words of God, spoken through the mouths of his prophet and apostles living on the earth today - bringing comfort and words of advice, caution, and wisdom for the trials of our day.
4. The encouragement I feel in their confidence in our (my) ability to succeed. They make it sound so simple, so possible to accomplish... I guess that's why I need General Conference every six months to keep the doubts about my capacity to be what I want to be at bay. They say I can - I can!!
5. During Jorge F. Zeballos talk on Saturday afternoon, Hallie used her big girl potty for the first time!

And for a sample of those words of wisdom (paraphrased):
1. "Real love does not support self-destructive behavior" (Oaks)
2. "If you only focus on 3 parts of what we know of Peter the apostle - the Savior calling him a man "of little faith", cutting off the ear of a soldier, and thrice denying Christ though he had walked with Him daily - you would miss out on knowing one of the greatest men to walk the earth. The same thing applies to Joseph Smith and those who focus only on his flaws. (Callister)
3. "Some fall into the trap of losing faith in the many things they know to be true because of the doubt of the few things they do not know." (Callister)
4. "No matter who you are, or what you've done, you can always pray." (Packer)
5. "The instruction of the Savior to be perfect was not a hope, but a command." (Eyring)
6. "It is love that is the heart of our capacity to obey Him." (Eyring)

7. "No wicked man could have write a book [The Book of Mormon] such as this one, and no good man would write it - unless he was commanded by God to do so." (Holland)

Friday, October 2, 2009


So I have an appointment to meet with the surgeon on Monday to have my hernia evaluated or something like that. I guess he's supposed to tell me whether or not I have to have surgery, and if so, when. For the girl who spent most of her life afraid of the pizza delivery guy, I'm a little nervous and a lot terrified. I'm sure he'll be a very nice man, and luckily it doesn't hurt as much as it did a few days ago, so as long as he touches my belly button gently I might not cry...

Please keep thinking about me!