Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Teaching Siena

It's hard for me to sit down with my girls and teach them what I believe. This is not to say that I don't know that it's important for them to know about my convictions, but I find it hard and somewhat unnatural to sit on a chair facing opposite my three year-old telling her "I believe in this and this and this." Instead, I have been relying on the moments when Opportunity is whispering, "Talk." I know that I haven't noticed all of those times when Heavenly Father wants me to teach His children; however, today there was a moment when it was not only strongly recognizable, but also undeniable.

Qiana was down for a nap and Siena had been in her room for Quiet Time. She was reading the new issue of the Friend magazine--a reward I use often for good behavior. As I was downstairs working on the computer, I heard soft sobbing upstairs. As this is pretty unusual for her, I called to her to come down and talk with me. She came down with tears in her eyes and a really depressed look for a toddler. My heart broke just to see her like that. I asked her what happened and she told me (in her own words, translated:)

Siena: "Mommy, I was reading the magazine and I was crying."

Me: "Why? Was it because of the people who were mean to Jesus?" (I had noticed an article about Easter, and it was the first thing that came to my mind.)

Siena: (even more distraught) "Yes, they were bad to him and they killed Jesus." (I don't even know when the concept of Death had really started making sense to her.)

--It was at this point that I knew that God was giving me a teaching opportunity.--

Me: "Did you know that even though Jesus was dead, after three days He was resurrected? That means that He wasn't dead anymore and that He could go live with His Father, Heavenly Father, again. Remember that He visited Maria and His friends, then went to visit the children and mommies and daddies in another part of the world? We can be happy because, like Jesus, we can go back to live with Heavenly Father again."

She had stopped crying and was smiling now; it felt so good because I knew that she really understood what I was trying to explain. Thanks to the many stories from the Friend that we've read, the movies we've seen, and her classes in church, what I was saying to her was validated. More importantly, I think it was the Spirit that affected her in the first place, and touched her during our conversation.

It's kind-of encouraging to have moments like that that tell you, "She's getting it."

Monday, March 28, 2011

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I just got an e-mail today from Luvs Diapers promoting their new app called "Poopdeck". This is what it read,

"In between feedings and naps, why not fling a few dirty diapers and defeat the dreaded pirate, Brown Betty"? Then move on to level two, with tougher action, more achievements, and the cunning Pirate Poopypants."


Let me be clear, the app is for MOMS, not their babies. Now, what adult really wants to play with Pirate Poopypants? I wonder how much money Luvs spent on developing that app. And who was the genius behind that idea in the first place? How many people did it have to go through to get approved? Oh, the questions that are boggling my mind right now.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

2011 Philadelphia Flower Show

I seriously cannot find a font that works! I don't want a run-of-the-mill font, but it needs to be legible.

So, besides the awesome font issues...

Juan was amazing and got me two of the greatest things for my birthday: 1,000 Places to See Before You Die, and tickets to the Philadelphia Flower Show, (which just so happens to be one of the 1,000 places to see before you die.)

Both are incredible and but I only have pictures of the latter. Three words: A. Ma. Zing! I am so glad we (yes, the whole fam) were able to go last Saturday. Besides hitting up the main floor, I sat in on a couple of design workshops, one of which was taught by Robert De Bellis, AIFD* (more about what that means later.) They were workshops mostly for the amateur designer, but I actually did learn a thing or two. The smell as you walked into the HUGE Pennsylvania Convention Center was so fresh and sweet and I couldn't help but walk from design to design with a perma-smile on my face. The things that typify the Flower Show are as follows: crazy-cool, innovative designs from professionals from around the world, inspiring outdoor living areas, color and rhythm everywhere you turn, thought-provoking interpretations of other art pieces made from natural elements; and of course, you get the hoards of people walking around with bundles of pussy willow, curly willow, salix, and forsythia branches, samplings of the latest herbal teas and cheeses, and vendors clamoring for change as their booths were bursting at the seams with customers. We were there from 10:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m***., minus a short lunch break in Chinatown and loved every minute of it. Siena was enthralled, Juan was patient beyond what was required of him, and Qiana slept most of the time in the stroller. It couldn't have been a more memorable birthday gift.

The show also inspired me to continue with my goal of becoming a member of the American Institute of Floral Designers (*AIFD.) What this requires is completion of a specific pathway (i.e. design school, undergrad degree in Horticulture, etc.,) then a passing score of an extensive online comprehensive test, followed by critiqued hands-on designs before a judging committee, passing with an overall score of at least 4.0 out of 5 to become a Certified Floral Designer (CFD) and an invitation from the AIFD Board to apply for AIFD status. (Oh, and I can't forget the letters of recommendation: At least two need to be from AIFD professionals. To give you an idea of how many AIFD members there are in the entire state of Utah: only 2! There are only 4 in WA, and 3 in OR. Juan and I joke that there are more Oral Surgeons in the country than AIFD members in the world.) Once I make it there, like every other professional accreditation, I'll have to take Continuing Education Courses, as well as participate as an educator for at least 5 of those credits per three years, pay my annual dues, and attend the annual National Symposium to keep my status. Ever since college, I've known I was going to do it, but now that I've really researched it, I am going to work it into my ten-year plan. I could do it earlier, but I don't think I'll have the time to raise my kids and earn my AIFD title. Besides which, it costs mucho dinero (about $2,000+travel expenses just to get to the AIFD status, not including maintenance.) But it would mean a lot to me if I accomplish something like this and I really want to show my kids that they can aspire for higher education and success in their fields, too. Okay, okay, and it would be incredibly FUN to participate in the National Symposium, too.

PHOTOS! (If you click on it, it will take you to Photobucket, where you can see the titles/descriptions... I'm out of time, or I'd write them out again here on the blog.)

Watching the Parisian dancers/singers at the Floral Carousel


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Reminded me of Versailles and the Hall of Mirrors


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Seeing the World through Rose colored glasses


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artist amidst the flowers by the eiffel tower


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Acres and acres of flowers



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***As some have pointed out, that was a long time for Juan and the girls to be there. I wasn't very clear--they only were there for the first three hours. Juan took the girls home after he dropped me off back at the convention center after lunch. He was a real trooper, though.