Moncur Family

Okay, I am going to go a little "dietitian" on you all right now. I know many of you forgot I am one, what with all of my dessert and candy-loving talk. But I did spend a significant portion of my life studying the lovely topic of nutrition and healthy eating, so I feel that I must share my latest health idea with you. Mind you, I tend to shy away from things like this. So when 2 of my sisters-in-law told me about the Green Smoothie I admit I scoffed at first. But now I am a whole-hearted Green Smoothie drinker. I have provided this lovely picture of what I put into my green smoothies. I feel it is a delicate balance between healthy and disgusting-- I have only dared to stray from my original recipe once with horrifyingly disgusting results. So now I just stick with this:

1/2 banana (frozen)
1/4 cup blueberries (frozen)
5 whole strawberries (frozen)
1 3/4 cup very cold water
2.5 cups spinach

It looks disgusting, but I promise it is not. I got my sister (also a dietitian) on board. This is important now-- I AM NOT drinking this exclusively. No way. I drink this in the morning with my breakfast and later around 3:00 when I am craving a snack. All it is, is a healthy way to get a quick 5-ish servings of fruits and veggies in for busy people. This is the nutrition breakdown:

110 kcals
3.5 g protein
5.3 g fiber
90 mg calcium
2.5 mg iron
And a ton of vitamins and phytochemicals I didn't feel like listing.

If I haven't sold you I have one more pro-green smoothie thing to add. Since I have been drinking these my skin is softer and my hands don't crack and bleed in the cold. I'm serious! So there you have it. Take it or leave it :)

A little vintage




Some live poinsettias


Some homemade (eat your heart out Anthropologie, I saved $48 by making these myself!)


A fake tree decorated by Yours Truly


A real live tree with ornaments brought to you by expert sewer Marin Moncur (oh, the smell is yummy!)




Some live White Pine and Boxwood


And don't forget the wreath (I made the bow out of burlap-- copied straight from my Pottery Barn magazine)!


Candy Cane Cocoa (Courtney, you'll appreciate the alliteration) for the neighbors


And, of course, stockings (because, Merry Christmas to me, Pottery Barn had free monogramming and shipping!)


SO BRING ON SANTA! THE MONCURS ARE READY!

I am getting ornery in my old age. This is an e-mail I just sent to Gap:

I received this in an e-mail this evening:

"Recently, we notified you that we processed a return for Order #154YRTS. Please note that the return policy for merchandise purchased online is 45 days from the date of purchase. You’re a valued customer and we want you to be happy with the service we provide, so we have processed this return as a courtesy."

I just wanted to note that the reason for the return is that I was sent an item I did not order. I ordered some jeans for my daughter and was sent a "slim" size by mistake, so I exchanged them. I expect this situation to be an exception to the regular return policy in place. The order may have been made over 45 days ago, but I would not have had to return the item if I had not been sent the wrong one in the first place. Thank you for processing the return.

Sincerely,

Cara Moncur

I feel that I must explain. First I waited for Gap to ship me the right pants. It took forever. Then Gap sent me the wrong pants, and in order for me to exchange them I had to buy new ones and send the old ones back. By the time I got the new ones, it was right around Thanksgiving, so I sent them back when I got home from Wyoming. Apparently this process took more than 45 days. So I got this snotty little e-mail and I had to retaliate. Oh I'm so assertive* am I not?

*I think about 75% of the time "assertive" is code for grouchy :)

We went to the Pumpkin Walk this year. This is one of my absolute favorite things to do in the Fall. The highlight of the night for the kids was riding the shuttle bus from the hospital parking lot. I'm serious, we could have just hopped on the LTD and rode around for the night and stayed out of the cold. Here are some pictures. The Angry Birds display was my favorite. Some people are so dang creative!

Early this morning as I was blog-stalking I came across a link to this blog: Clover Lane. I read back a few posts because this mom is smart, funny, and real. I came to a post that about knocked me over because it was so perfectly how I feel sometimes. I just read the whole thing nodding my head, so I'm quoting some parts for you all:

"One of the things I have had to accept is my need for a quiet, focused family life. I tried for years and years to create balance with work, obligations, and family. I tried for years to keep up with the pace I see many mothers handle. I would hear about "juggling" many things at once, and would wonder, "Why am I such a terribly awful juggler?" I would attempt again and again to keep plates in the air, I would compare myself to others who seemed to do a wonderful job at it, I would be envious at their juggling skills, and time and time again, I would fail. Fail meant exhaustion, fail meant guilt at what I felt was unfocused attention to my family, fail meant a general feeling of malaise at what I felt was a half-way job at everything I was trying to accomplish, fail meant a jumbled brain that never felt peace. After several attempts I decided that all this juggling just wasn't for me. I had some hard moments that were little wake up calls..."

"...Children have little or no say in the way we set up their lives for them, and in the pace we set for them, and in the way these things affect how we react to them. What children really want, I think, is a calm, settled, predictable home life. A mother who is not frazzled, angry, stressed, or impatient. A mother who is in tune to their needs. Parents who aren't arguing because they both are occupied and don't have time to communicate properly. I began to realize that being a Daisy Scout mother was far less important than being a nice mother. I began to realize that joining a travel sports team that had us missing dinner every night and separated on the weekends, was giving far less an advantage to our son than spending time with his parents and siblings. I began to realize that bringing in a little extra income wasn't worth the amount of stress it brought to all of our lives.

I had so many other experiences like this, as I tried something new, and realized that once again, it wasn't working. I knew what I wanted more than anything was less "gasket blowing" days, and more calm, joyful days.

I decided to look at my good days with my children, the days I really felt like I was an attentive happy mother and wife, and analyze the circumstances that created that day. I also decided to look at the bad days, and find a common denominator. I came to realize that many of those days, I had planned just too much. I started noticing the good days had a slower rhythm to them, a day when I wasn't rushed to get in to the car to go here or there or anywhere. Sure, some bad days are just bad days from things we can't control...sick kids, sleepless nights, just a funky day, or a hard stage in family life. But many times the choices we have made determine the pace we set. I started making conscious decisions about the tempo I wanted to establish for my family because I had enabled myself to see what worked for us. FOR US. Not for my friend and her children, not because I had read in magazine I should be doing this and that for my children's social growth, not because I couldn't say no without feeling guilty..."

"...As I began to open my eyes to how I could be the best mother for my children, I could see the bigger picture. I had been comparing myself to other moms who seemed to handle so much smoothly, but I realized that maybe they had the skills or support to handle more, or just had made different decisions that didn't sit right with my conscience. Maybe they were in the same growth stage I had been and that big whammy of a lesson hadn't happened yet..."

"...This journey of self-knowledge is not over I am sure. I have decades of more mistakes ahead of me as my family changes and evolves over time. We have all the signs we need when something is not right...our spirits, when we are still, will tell us. Our children, in their behavior, in their little tender, purely good souls will show us if they are thriving or just surviving the lives we are forcing them to lead. Our marriage, our relationships, will become smooth sailing, or angry resentment. Knowing and accepting myself, and knowing my deep desire to fulfill the dream of how I want these years of motherhood to look for me, allows me to see the big picture, and make brave changes in the little snapshots of everyday life."

Oh, how I love this. She had 67 comments from mostly women and mothers who loved it too. I do like a quiet, structured home life. But it seems that so many moms, especially us Utah moms, thrive on how many things we have on our To Do list for the day. We brag about how busy we are and post our day to day hectic schedules for others to see. This works for some people. Some people are amazing at this (I have several sisters-in-law who manage just great). But this is not for me. Some days just are just hectic, and I can't help it. But with her advice in mind, I'm going to try to do what works for me, for my family, for my sanity. I want to keep a "quiet, focused family life" because I know from past experience that is what works for my family and me. And I don't have to be ashamed of this. I don't have to be ashamed if my calendar has some blank days, because the days that are blank on the calendar often end up being the fullest of what really matters.

So I had some moles removed (that is not my confession) on my face. Two to be precise. They were not cancerous or anything, just ugly. I had an appointment scheduled yesterday and I thought it was just to look at them, not to actually get them removed. So when they said they were going to do it at that appointment I thought that was great. Then after they had already started the doctor says, "You'll need to leave a Band-aid on these for 7 days." One is right below my lip and I can't keep a Band-aid there and talk or eat. Since I need to talk and eat they said I could leave the Band-aid off but keep Vaseline on it. It looks gross. The Band-aid looks worse though. And the other mole on the side of my face is mostly covered by my bangs, but since I was Deb from Napoleon Dynamite and was rocking a side ponytail tonight, it showed. I didn't think ahead to all of the Halloween stuff, parties, carnivals, etc. Why didn't I wait a week? To be honest I didn't think through the whole process... meaning that my moles wouldn't just vanish, there would be scars where they used to be. It's really bothering me. Anyway, this is getting long and drawn out. But my confession is this: I now know that I am a little more vain than I thought I was. The end.

Oh the dreaded family pictures! Seriously, I have been putting these off for far too long. I hate trying to coordinate outfits, get us all ready, hope that my children cooperate, etc. But... I want to remember how cute my little family is right now forever and ever so I scheduled them and hoped for the best. Kate was seriously insane to work with! Our photographer, Matt Logan, had superhuman patience! We had quite the time getting her to actually hold still and even LOOK at the camera, let alone smile. So the one I will probably end up blowing up and framing won't have Kate smiling... but I'll remember the day and probably reminisce a little about the fact that even though Kate was wild and crazy and wouldn't smile, how darling and beautiful and wonderful I still thought she was. So here you are. *Warning, picture overload*

I am horrible at remembering birthdays. Simply horrible. I have forgotten my best friend's birthday twice (sorry Ash), my mother-in-law's birthday, and more. In fact, this year I forgot it was my birthday until I saw all of the Facebook happy birthdays, I'm not kidding. What reminded me of this is my sweet sister-in-law Nicole just sent me a package for my birthday with a nice card and some cool Pampered Chef stuff. I got it last night and it totally made my day (late presents are almost better because they are such a surprise). She always sends my girls a card for their birthdays too. I know there are ways to remember birthdays, like write them down, etc. so please don't feel like you need to give me tips in the comments section, I'm just confessing, not asking for advice. I am great at remembering my immediate family members' birthdays. I have never forgotten one of those. But I've come to the realization that I'm just not going to be that cool aunt that sends a card on every birthday (that was my dad's sister, by the way, who still sends me a card on my birthday). And I'm okay with that. I can be good at other things. So if I forget your birthday, I apologize in advance. In the next life when I'm good at everything, and I make special breakfasts for my kids on random holidays that no one really celebrates like St. Patrick's Day, or I have a spotlessly clean house always, or I shower every day and put on makeup and do my hair, or give my infants tummy time, or take bottles and binkies away when they're one year old, (this list could really go on and on)-- THEN, then I will remember your birthday!

Happy weekend everyone!

I like fast food. There. I said it. And I don't mean the salads. I like burgers and fries and lots of mayo. I even don't mind McDonald's chicken nuggets (they are all white meat you know). And yes, I've seen "Supersize Me." I still like it. I of course don't eat fast food very often because I know it's not healthy, blah blah. But the other night we went to Carl's Jr. and I got a Small Carl (still had 2 hamburger patties on it) and I ate the whole thing. With fries. And fry sauce. So. Good.*

So while all of you food snobs scoff and eat your sushi (which I hate, although have pretended to like on 4 different occasions), I'll be eating my bacon burger.**


*I think one word sentences are kind of a blogging trend of late. At least my trendy friends do it, so I had to incorporate a few in this post so as not to fall behind.

**Only about once a month I promise :)

So my friend/old roomie Jen does this thing on her blog called, "Friday Confessionals" and it's hilarious. She's a much better writer than me, but lately I've been thinking in terms of confessionals and since I need a subject to write about besides kids and housework here I go.

Friday Confessional #1: I don't like other people's kids very much. There. I said it. Unless they're my nieces and nephews (family bonds must be very strong because this is a major exception to the rule. I love my nieces and nephews). I especially don't like babysitting other people's kids. I've never liked it. Even when I was 12, it was all for the money. Now don't get me wrong... it's not that I dislike your kids, I just don't particularly want to babysit them. I'm really not an ogre, I am always nice to my kids' friends in my home, and I volunteered my services in nursery for the last 10 months (and I promise I was so nice), but it was a stretch at times. I'm just not that kid-lover who is going to come up to you and ask to hold your baby. Or care about the cute story you're telling me about your kid that is not that cute and every other kid does or care what grade level they're reading on (again, exception to the rule on my nieces and nephews).

Ah, that feels good to let out. I think I will like this Friday Confessionals thing.

Well Marin started Kindergarten today. She was so excited last night she told me she was sure she would not be able to sleep. She did sleep, and today she had a blast. I did not think I was the type of mom to get emotional when I dropped her off, but I really surprised myself by shedding a few tears. I went to hug her good bye and had to sneak out really quickly before she saw me crying. I just couldn't believe my little girl was grown up enough for school! Then Kate saved the day by providing a good distraction since she had climbed out of the stroller and was tearing down the hallway full speed in the opposite direction. Here are a few pictures:

Marin and her cute teacher

Oh I love the little person Marin is becoming. She is sweet, kind, and she gets so excited over little things. The bazillion times I've made her "say it again nice" and say please and thank you are starting to pay off. She's a good little helper and I'm so excited for her to learn and grow this year in school!

Andrew is the sweetest, smiliest {just had to insert here that auto-correct tried to change that word to "slimiest"} little guy and I try and try to get his adorable open-mouthed smile on camera and instead I get this:

And this:

Or this:


Doesn't he look a little horrified?

Oh, now this is more like it... 1 of 20 isn't too shabby little buddy!

This is going to be pretty random. I haven't blogged about much that we've been doing this summer and I'm so behind so I'm going to do what I always do when I have a lot to tackle... make a list. I love lists. I'm totally the type of person who adds things to my list just so I can cross them off (even if I've already done them sometimes). So here you are, our latest happenings:

1. Our Alaska cousins came to play! Mitch's brother's family lives in Alaska. They used to live quite close, but moved several years ago. Their little Olivia is Marin's age and they are best cousins. Their 2 older boys have grown up so much since we last saw them. They are like little adults these days. Mitch had fun with some non-wussy kids trying to throw them off the tube! We were so happy they came and stayed several days with us! Hopefully we'll get to visit them soon in Alaska!

(side note: these pics are actually from a week later during the baby blessing when our Alaska cousins came back and boated with us again. And upon further inspection, that is not in fact Ethan and Olivia from Alaska, but 2 cousins from Idaho. Oh well, I'm too lazy to re-upload more pictures, sorry Nicole!)

2. We celebrated the 4th of July! We went to Romney Stadium with my family and watched the Logan City's fireworks show. The main attraction was the band Diamond Rio, which is a total 80's, 90's old guy band now, but good old Mitch knew every single song word for word and so did my mom! I knew a bunch too. We're old and lame, ha ha!


3. We had a ton of family come for Andrew's baby blessing later that weekend. It was great! We had about 30 people staying at our house and it was crazy but so fun. Mitch took everyone boating (well except Alisa and I who stayed home with the babies) and then we blessed our sweet little Andrew.


4. My mom came to stay for the week and we had a blast! My brother Jaren took a ton of pictures of us boating, but I don't have any of them. My mom took Andrew in the night and I got 3 nights of sleep, hooray!

5. I turned 29! Oh I'm so close to 30 I can smell it, ha ha! This is Kate pounding some pink frosting off of the cupcakes Mitch brought home. She ate the frosting off 2 cupcakes, and let's just say it made for several unpleasant diaper changes the next day! My birthday present is a shopping trip with my sister Avree this Saturday and I cannot wait!


Well that's about it!

Seriously, could he be any cuter?!

So Marin has been on a bit of a confessing streak of late. I'm pretty sure it started a few weeks ago during a church lesson about the steps of repentance. Every day Mitch or I get around 10 confessions. I won't tell every confession we've heard (that would make this post too long), but I will give you the highlights:

1. "I peed in the shower twice."
2. "When you told me and Allie not to play in the garage, we ignored you and did anyway."
3. "When I was going potty I ran over to the closet to get some toilet paper, but don't worry, I didn't drip."
4. "I opened my eyes during the prayer 6 times, but not the whole time I swear."
5. "Last week I wiped jelly on the kitchen chair instead of a napkin."
6. "Mom, I just scratched my bum, but don't worry, it wasn't with the hand that is holding Andrew's binky."
7. "Me and girl-Jordan [that's her friend's title since there is also a boy-Jordan in our neighborhood] peed on the grass when I was 4."
8. "When I was 4 I was opening my otter pop and accidentally swallowed some plastic."
9. "Mom when I was 4 [everything seemed to have happened when she was 4] I colored crayon on the computer screen."
10. "I hit Kate for no reason but you can't get mad because she's not even crying."

I could go on and on. I really would not care to know about most of these, for obvious reasons. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. At least she's gotten over her Holy Ghost phase, where for weeks everything naughty she did was because "the Holy Ghost told her to." I may need to warn her Primary teacher that Marin really takes everything she says quite literally...

After reading an ad in today's newspaper I cannot hold my thoughts back. It read: "Huge Memorial Day blowout-- discount tree's..." Seriously? In your large newspaper ad? "Tree's"??!!! Now I'm not an English teacher or a grammar expert, but the misuse of the apostrophe in this way absolutely drives me crazy! Below are 2 rules explaining when it is okay to use an apostrophe:

Rule 1.	Use the apostrophe with contractions. The apostrophe is always placed at the spot where the letter(s) has been removed.
	Examples:	don't, isn't
		You're right.
		She's a great teacher.

Rule 2.	Use the apostrophe to show possession. Place the apostrophe before the s to show singular possession.
	Examples:	one boy's hat
		one woman's hat
		one actress's hat
		one child's hat
		Ms. Chang's house

Other than these 2 times, don't put an apostrophe before an "S"!!! Aahhh, it feels good to get that out of my system!

P.S. Stupid blogger format cut off the end of the rules, but you still get the picture.

When I uploaded these to my computer I just sat there laughing. My kids' faces kind of make it seem like Darth Vader was standing behind me while I took them. Oh well, at least I get an "E" for effort!




"Sure I'll smile Darth, just please don't kill me with your light saber!"