Monday, December 31, 2012

Levi Is Growing Up!

I really, really, really love being a mom. Levi loves having me as his mom, too, I think! He is growing and learning so quickly. It still amazes me how quickly I need to get bigger clothes for him, and that just a year ago all he could do (besides the standard cry, eat, poop, and sleep) was wave his hands around and smile sometimes. He couldn't turn over or even use his voice yet at that point.

Can you believe he was actually this little?

You may think that this is another mother's lament at how quickly her little baby is growing up, and how there's not enough time to soak it all in.

Well, it isn't.

Giving torn wrapping paper to Daddy
I *love* that Levi is growing up. I love watching him become somebody. Yes, he was super cute when all he could do was wave his hands around aimlessly and stare at lights, but I really didn't know who he was. When he was really little, I loved being able to supply his every need (or at least almost every need), but I longed to know the personality that was waiting for his little body and brain to develop enough to show it. Right now I know a little boy who is very curious, who is very tidy about some things (who'd think that a kid at this age would already want to give torn pieces of wrapping paper to a parent instead of throwing it on the floor?), who loves positive attention, new things, and anything that has moving parts, but he has so much more room to grow! What new qualities will he develop next?

I understand why some mothers feel like their child is growing up too quickly, and I don't fault them for it. However, I am so excited to see where Levi is going and who he's going to be. Isn't that the point of getting a body and living on this earth anyway? We grow and develop. I am a better person today than I was 10 years ago, and I can contribute to society, which a little baby can't do much of.

Levi has great potential. Where is it going to take him? What is he going to do with it? Who is he going to be?

I find joy in his journey. I find joy in seeing each new step that he takes to become the man I know he can be.


I wash my hands too much....

...at least for Utah winter dry-ness. Even though I put lotion on after almost every hand washing, my hands are still turning pink and getting dry patches. I do wash my hands more often than most people, though. Not only do I wash after using the restroom, I also wash my hands after Levi's diaper changes several times a day. And then if I wash the dishes (which should be done at least once a day), then my hands dry out even more.

So I guess I wash my hands just the right amount--I don't want to eliminate any of those hand washings, gross!--but the air is too dry for my hands. I guess I should put lotion on in between washings, too!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Levi makes funny noises

Levi recently discovered how to make fun and interesting noises by interrupting the air flow from his mouth with his hand. He is SO cute. Observe:



PS the mess in the background is all from Levi. You'd be surprised at how quickly a kid can get a room that messy, if he has enough "toys"!

Monday, December 10, 2012

Technology, Progress, and Keeping Up

When texting first became popular, I was a kind of opposite hipster: I was proud of not "needing" it to function socially; I was proud that I wasn't addicted to it; I was proud that I never struggled with texting in inappropriate situations because I avoided the temptation altogether.

Years later when I married the love of my life, I got a cell phone plan that included texting. I started using it more and more often as the months progressed, and I _LOVED_ it. I found out that texting is incredibly convenient, easier to check than a voice mail, and much less disruptive than a phone call. I don't feel that I suffer from any of the problems that I was so proud of avoiding by not texting at all. Many people are only accessible through texting. I would be missing out on so much if I refused to take part in it!

Austin's chosen profession requires that he stay at the cutting edge of technology, and I have learned that it's really much better to keep up with changes in technology and culture rather than being left behind, no matter how much you like the old way or are emotionally attached to it. Not only will you be able to relate to the rising generation, but your life will probably be easier, too!

This also relates to language. I remember learning that it was bad grammar when someone asks, "How are you?" to reply with, "I'm doing good." The proper response, I learned, was, "I'm doing well." I started using the proper response because I like doing things correctly. After a few strange looks, however, I learned that maybe the traditionally correct way to reply was "I'm doing well," but the socially correct way to reply was, "I'm doing good." I started using the socially correct way. I adapted. I wanted to be accepted; I didn't want to cling to my little notion that my way was always the best way because it was the right way. No; I learned that many times when it comes to grammar, the socially accepted ways to say things are generally the correct way. Did you know that saying "I guess" used to be slang? Yep, it was. The proper way to communicate that idea back in the day was "I suppose." Interesting how things change.

It's not just language and technology. Many people resisted giving women the right to vote because it was something new and different. Others balked at the idea of the novel; they thought it was frivolous and a waste of time. Now teachers and other leaders encourage children to read novels in order to expand their minds. I'm sure you can think of many other instances where change was resisted.

But wait! Katie, you say we should embrace change, but not all changes are good! What about the changes that are bad, that annihilate rich cultural traditions, or are bad for the social health of our culture?

Well, I agree that not all changes are good. However, I have learned to try to embrace new ideas and things. Of course I'm not perfect at it, but when it goes well, I learn what I can about the new idea or innovation with an open mind and analyze it: Is this good? Will it harm me or those around me? Is there anything intrinsically bad about it?

If I don't find anything wrong with whatever it is, then I figure it won't hurt to try, and it will probably hurt in the future when I'm not to be able to relate to those around me who haven't resisted the change. Sometimes it takes me a while to warm up to the idea; sometimes it takes a few days or weeks or even years (texting, for example) of mulling over something or missing out on something to finally admit to myself that it is actually ok.

I promise you, it is MUCH more comfortable and MUCH more dignified to accept change than to be forced into accepting or tolerating it down the road when it's unavoidable.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Merry Christmas!

I went Christmas shopping yesterday. Everything was going fine until I got to the register to check out. I was at the self-check out area, and it wouldn't take my debit card; I figured that Austin and I must have forgotten to transfer the money from our savings account. I decided to pay by check and verify the amount in the checking account when I got home. The attendant asked for my ID, explaining that they usually don't ask for it, but once in a blue moon, the computer gives them a prompt asking for an ID. I pulled out my driver's license and handed it to her just to realize that my maiden name is still on my driver's license (long story), but my married name is on my checks. So my ID didn't work. I did have $10.00 cash in my purse, so I decided to get the essentials with that and come back later for the rest. I started sorting my things into things I needed to get this trip and things I didn't need to get, not that I had a lot to sort. It couldn't have been meant to be for me to buy these things since nothing was working out.

Then the cashier started moving money around in her cash box and said, "Nevermind! Take all of it." Bewildered, I asked what had happened. She gestured to a rather plain but kind-looking blonde woman that had just completed her purchase at another register. "She paid for you," the cashier said.

I said, "Thank you!" trying to convey the gratitude I felt for her generous act, but I felt that it was an inadequate thanks. I didn't know what more I could say or do to communicate my appreciation for her generous act, and that I appreciated the act more than the money itself or the things that I was able to buy because of it.

The woman looked embarrassed but said, "Merry Christmas!" with a sweet smile, and walked away.

Have a Merry Christmas, everybody! (This is one of very few Christmas pictures that I have)

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Soup!

I just made some really really REALLY yummy vegetarian soup, and wanted to record how I made it before I forgot. If anyone is wanting to duplicate this, sorry that I don't have any measurements. You will just have to eyeball it.



Start cooking some lentils in a pot big enough for the amount of soup you want to end up with. Make sure there's extra water for the rest of the soup, when you add it.

Spices: Garlic, salt to taste, oregano, pepper

White rice - add when lentils have been cooking for about 10 or 15 minutes.

Add these all at once (or one right after the other)
Carrots (I like a lot; they are SO good! I think I put the equivalent of 3 in here, but more would have been tasty as well)
1 can of corn, drained
3 stalks of celery
Okra (this was a really nice addition to the soup)

Milk - try to make about 1/2 the liquid in the soup milk.
Mozzarella cheese

Simmer until carrots and celery are soft and rice is cooked. Serve and enjoy!