Christmas Card

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Our Christmas has been necessarily simplified this year and the resulting simplicity has been beautiful and surprising at times (maybe more on that later). But it HAS meant we can't send Christmas cards like we want to, which is one of my favorite traditions. But I can post a letter and a pic to this blog (yay!) So please forgive me for not sending hard copies for you to put on your fridge, or wherever.

So here is the picture and letter we would have sent to you all.Merry Christmas
from Eric, Marcee, Jane, and Presto

Looking back on the year 2009, we find ourselves amazed, pleased, and grateful. We successfully made it through the first year of parenthood, the first year of law school, and our first Minnesota winter. We now understand what people told us when Jane was just weeks old—“time flies.”

Eric has done well at school, and we can now say (with proof) that law is a field in which Eric will thrive and excel. His writing skills last year earned him a spot on the civil rights moot court, and his attention to detail has further distinguished him this semester in research. He enjoyed his classes last year, but has loved his classes this semester and thinks he can now see his niche in a specific area of law: tax. Consequently, he’s currently on the job search for something tax related this summer. Last summer he had the opportunity to work with Judge Crabtree and the magistrate judges at the district court in Burley, Idaho. It was a great experience and each judge was an excellent mentor. This year, Eric has found a way to mentor as President of the Minnesota Law Families group (with Marcee as his unofficial VP), officer in the J. Reuben Clark Law Students group, an orientation leader back in September, and a student instructor starting this January. Being so busy hasn’t stopped him from being an awesome daddy and husband. Jane thinks her daddy is pretty hilarious, snuggly, patient, and all around wonderful. Marcee thinks so, too.

Marcee has had a challenging year as well. She feels like she’s getting the hang of this parenthood thing and just wishes her body would cooperate more fully. She’s had some back problems throughout the year, which have interfered with life somewhat, with two particularly rough spots where she couldn’t even take care of Jane for a while. We are hopeful that things will continue to heal. While on her back, Marcee discovered the wide world of craft, design, and mommy blogs, began digital scrapbooking, and has learned to enjoy reading for pleasure again. She had a busy summer as well, having surgery, completing her Masters, and moving to a slightly bigger apartment with a whole lot more light. She loves serving in primary both as 11 year old teacher and music co-director with Eric. She does the planning and preparing during the week and he does the teaching on Sunday. They are a great team. Speaking of teamwork, Marcee is learning to step it up with regards to house management so that Eric can spend his time at home more effectively.

Jane started talking early, moving late, and growing ahead of schedule. Her head is off the growth charts, she’s at the top of the charts in height and weight, she has all four molars and is cutting her eye teeth. Jane began crawling at ten months old while at Grandma Julie’s, then took her first steps 4 months later. Needless to say, Mom and her back were very excited by this development. Jane has always been a vocal child and began talking before she began crawling. Her first word was “hi.” Her vocabulary is easily more than 40 words and with the two latest and cutest being “star” (or “tars”) and “snow” (this one can’t be described, she blows out her nose for the “s” and than says “no,” for a video of it, go check out here). She also knows the number three, since we live on the third floor, and likes to “count”. She’s grown into such a loving child—hugging, cuddling, and kissing. She is a gift we get to unwrap everyday as we watch her personality and character develop. We are amazed at how, already, she is so independent, particular, and detailed.

“Presto” will be joining our family sometime in May. His/Her nickname comes from the style of his/her entrance into our family, as in: “Presto! You’re pregnant!” We are sure this little one will add the same delight and magic to our family.

As this holiday approaches, we find ourselves wishing we could spend more of it with the people we love most and hope that this letter compensates somewhat for our absence. We love you!

When it's 23 degrees

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Minnesotans come out in droves and many don't wear coats.
23 is warm, baby.

oh, and recycling and trash, we call it the same thing--garbage.

Tuna

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I'm sharing this at Eric's request, and because he was such a great husband this morning and last night (I mean, come one, unloading the dishwasher AND going to get milk on the morning of a final?), and because HE thinks it's so funny, here we go:

Jane likes to play in the food storage. It's in a small bookcase with a cute little curtain covering it near Eric's desk. Usually she plays with the tomato paste but recently she thinks the tuna cans are cool. She's been toting them around and after I put her down for her nap yesterday, I saw one under the Christmas tree and I suddenly knew what I was having for lunch.

Jane also likes to play in the short garbage can by Daddy's desk, which is where I threw the tuna can after I was done with it. Fast forward to Mom making dinner and Jane toddling around playing with dice (which she likes to put in her mouth for some strange reason...*sigh*) I peak in on her from the kitchen and she's putting the dice into something metallic, I can hear a hollow clinking. Yep, it's the tuna can and you KNOW where those dice are going next. Mom intercedes and tells Jane that can is garbage and she throws it away.

Later, I hear a heavy thunking in the garbage can. Jane is throwing away the tuna cans that are in food storage. Obedient kiddo, right? Not quite, Eric tells me after I've gone to bed the empty tuna can is in food storage.

Dirty Secret

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And I mean that in a totally normal way. At least the "dirty" part, as in "soiled, grimy, grubby, cluttered, dusty, smudged, icky" or just plain old "unclean" (minus the biblical connotations). As for the secret part, well, if you've been over my house much (or had the challenge of being my roommate) it's not much of a secret.

Housekeeping is one of my challenges. I'm about as good at daily maintenance in my home as I am at mingling at a party. Both are WAY out of my comfort zone and often result in pain. I'm pretty good at project cleaning, which is why it's important to have a regular dinner party scheduled. But throw in my back issues this last year and an increasingly destructive toddler and I have seen the light, you know, at least as much of it filters in through my dirty windows ;-)

Seriously, though, I have been making a concentrated and prioritized effort to be better about daily cleaning. I know, I know, this is all plain and obvious to the vast majority of you (which is REALLY why I am writing it, we'll get to that in a minute), but I'm missing some pretty important habits like picking up after myself. Yes, I did just admit that.

Here's what I did:
I made a list of all the tasks that, if done everyday, prevent chaos from encroaching on our home--things that, if they don't get done they leave me behind the next day. They are really pretty basic and, again, obvious. The biggest one is running the dishwasher at night and unloading it in the morning. If that doesn't happen, the kitchen gets smelling bad really fast. So I made a list of these (and I included other daily goals for our family, like family devotional, family prayer, and my own personal prayer and scripture study) and put them all on a table with a space to check each of them off everyday. It's hanging on my fridge next to my sink and I can't help but see it everytime I get a drink of water (which is a lot these days). And you know what? It works.

Even with Christmas coming and the mess that getting all of that decor out and up made and the mess that Christmas crafting creates and, again, the mess of the destructo-Jane, I can maintain a minimum level of sanitation (I wouldn't really call it clean) if I just do my "foundation tasks." Anything above that, is, for now, just a bonus.

So here's where you know-it-alls come in. Any suggestions for becoming cleaner and dealing with the chaos a toddler naturally brings? You know, before I'm dealing with two of these creatures??? I am determined that in a (relatively) short amount of time that I regularly make my house a House of Order.

Glazed Doughnut

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Someone at choir practice described Jane as a glazed doughnut today. I think it is the most perfect description, and not just for her shiny, snot-sheened face from her perpetual nose drip. Her eyes are pretty glazed today, too. Although it doesn't describe the whineyness and the emotional break downs...She went to bed late last night (8:30), slept crappy and woke up at 6:20. Church starts in less than an hour and she's been fighting her nap for more than the last half hour and parenting really sucks when it's a solo game (it's finals week. only 8 more days to go). On the plus side, we move to a 9:00 am church schedule in January so I want have this nap quandary every week.

The Jane Show

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The other night Eric and I decided to capture "snow" on video and then we got a bit carried away making Jane perform. She did really well, though. And right at the end I remembered to have her say "good girl," which I've been meaning to blog about (stay tuned for a post about rhetoric and "good girl"...) The video is long (two minutes plus) but it's jam packed with cuteness, at least according to this totally impartial mother.

Someday

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Someday when I'm healthy, or more healthy, or better at coping with it...I would like to do many things:
  • I'd like to work on my music more, (which I can't do so much now as my sitting time is so rationed...)
  • I'd like to finish a novel (this one is more possible in the future, as soon as I stop falling asleep at 7:30-8:00 at night and I become a better housekeeper).
  • I'd like to craft on a regular basis and post about them here so this isn't always just the Jane Show. I have several Christmas crafts I want to get to, but again, rationed sitting time on top of Jane's developing talent for destruction....


This last is the real reason I'm posting today. I have a kitchen table full of stuff to be crafted and I'm on the couch laying on my side typing one handed iceing and wishing I could do more in a day. It is frustrating hen just a trip Michael's wears me out for the day. But I am improving, at least I can go to Michael's. Yay! What's weighing on me lately is that I always have more ideas than ability to complete. *sigh* It's like forever a truckload of seeds yielding just a bushel of fruit.

So maybe if I blog about my ideas I'll feel more...substantial?
The project I'm most looking forward to is making a Little People-esqe nativity set. Here's the inspiration picture, tutorial over at Nannygoat
Don't know if I'll get to that one this year...

Nester has really inspired me this Christmas to Do Less, Be More and the way I want that to look this Christmas is a greater, better focus on Christ. I got looking around at my decor and decided I want more of it to be explicitly about Christ. One of Nester's sponsors is a company called Dayspring that sells all kinds of Christian decor, some really pretty, classy stuff. So one of the projects I will get done is a little sign that reads "Jesus is the Gift" to go on the short bookcases that double as our sofa table that you see when you walk in. I have several boxes wrapped there with a picture of Mary holding Jesus. I'll do my best to show it to you when I get 'er done.


And then there are a billion little projects and ideas that I can barely write down that I want to do, like this refashion got me all twitterpated AGAIN about the potentials of refashioning...

and this freezer paper project made me wish I'd sold my bistro table and stroller to afford a Cricut when JoAnne's had that amazing Black Friday deal...I never thought to combine freezer paper and the cricut, but DUH the possibilities make me a little breathy...speaking of that particular blogger, the "aspiring craft mastermind" Melanie over at Crafty Cupboard, she's relatively new to posting her crafting exploits, but DANG is she productive. An inspiration to me, actually.

Now I'm going to try and do one small thing while Jane is sleeping, now that I'm done iceing and wishing (er, complaining) I type pretty fast one handed these days, eh?

My Life is Full...maybe Too Full...

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New words: Jane said "applesauce" the other day, go three syllables! The other three syllable word she's got nailed is "numanums" or "M&Ms," our incentive for trying to go potty. It's her second cutest word. Her cutest word by far was learned and laughed about today. We got our first snow here and it's gracefully dusting the tree out our third story window and everything below. Jane thinks it's pretty cool. I think it's pretty cool how she says "snow." She blows out her nose to say the "s" and then says "no." Try it, it sounds pretty similar. How creative is that? I've been trying to get a video all morning, but alas...

I think the few years Eric spent in Belgium as a kid learning French has done irreversible damage to Jane, frequently her meals consist of fruit and cheese. I just wish blueberries weren't so messy.


One night whilst trying to keep away from Eric I discovered Jane had enough hair to actually style. A photo shoot ensued the next day where I discovered Jane likes squirrels as much as the dogs on Up. This photo was taken right after I said "squirrel" in an attempt to get her to look anywhere but down. She was then glued to the window.





Jane really likes to be naked. And she really hates to get dressed. I let her be naked for (max) ten minutes or so this morning. Reading on her bean bag was a whole new experience! I'm always really watchful when I let her go naked so I don't find any surprises later. Well, turns out I wasn't watchful enough, although I am fast. This afternoon Jane wanted to read stories again and started to climb onto her bean bag when I discovered the happy yellow puddle. Jane, the carpet, and I remained unscathed, the bean bag still needs a good scrub.





Jane's excessive drooling has turned into Toddler Rosacia. It's very sad and very sore and looks very much like this:

Blessings

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And ye must give thanks unto God in the Spirit for whatsoever blessing ye are blessed with.
Doctrine and Covenants 46:32

On Sundays I have the privilege of teaching 6 girls ages 11-12 for about 50 minutes. It's really one of the highlights of my week. Besides loving that age of kids, they are not too old to think they are too cool and still really interested in learning, they are also amazing girls. I have come to love each one of them in the fifteen months or so I've been their teacher. A couple of Sundays ago I taught a lesson where I learned more than anyone, which happens most of the time, honestly (which is one reason why I love teaching so much). It was on gratitude, which is the perpetual lesson associated with my health problems this last year.

One of my girls moved up from Round Rock, Texas about a year before we did and she is still adjusting to the cold weather. Another one of my girls is a Minnesota native to the core and she was saying how she was grateful for winter. This led to an interesting discussion because of the scripture italicized above which we had read earlier. If we have the perspective that everything that happens in our lives is a blessing (yes it sounds very Pollyanna, stay with me) and we are grateful for "whatsoever blessing ye are blessed with," then you give those "blessings" power to bless your life.

Like my back. I certainly didn't chose this one and I spent a fair amount of energy this fall languishing in the thought that I didn't want to have the chronic pain challenge my whole life. I wanted to be the one busy and energetic and serving others, not the one on the couch scrapping by. But every time I have started doing as this scripture commands, I was happier, more positive, and closer to the Lord. And I give this "trial" power to be a blessing in my life. We will save the lessons I've learned for my Thanksgiving post and instead mention my adorable husband here.

Every morning we try and have a family devotional before Eric leaves for school. Our thought is that this will help set a pattern for family scripture study when Jane is old enough. And it's a do-able baby step for us. This morning I shared this scripture and my thoughts and Eric said: "See, Jane, some people think being short is a bad thing, but I learned a long time ago it's actually a blessing..." What a cute, little husband I have!

Stuck in a Box

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Sometimes life just bites you in the butt...or your butt is stuck in a box...granted, she was wearing cloth so there was plenty of butt to get stuck...




You'll notice a frantic "please" and her version of signing "help" there at the end. Speaking of help, do any of you know how to flip your videos?