A weekend with the in-laws.

Because last weekend was Easter and Thomas was receiving the aaronic priesthood some of Don's family members were able to come down to celebrate with us.
His sister Melinda ran away (drove really even though she runs, or bikes fast, far and lot these days) from her husband and kids to do some fun shopping and spa treatments by herself here in Vegas, his brother Paul accompanied by his lovely wife Chalaine and highly strung up baby Bailey flew in to spend the weekend at our house. Late Saturday his mom and dad came down to stay with us too.
For starters Don was able to take Friday off to spend some time with his siblings.
On a side note, how come he always manages to take a day off to hang out with his sibs or to do something for the Youth of the Church, but when I ask him to take some time off to hang with us, it's like asking for the moon???

After picking up Paul et al. at the airport, after a late in-service workshop at work, instead of coming home he figured it would make more sense to spend the night there instead of driving all the way home and then wake up at some insane early hour to go biking with them at the opposite side of the valley. Don spent the night on the floor at the hotel at The Lakes where Melinda was staying and the 5 of them spent the night crammed in one room with a cranky baby. Needless my hubby who doesn't do crying babies (ask me about our 4 crying babies one day) didn't sleep a wink. After waking at some ungodly hour the 3 crazies went biking for 38 miles anyway. Don figured that his 20 miles were sufficient for one day and was wise enough to wait for them on the return part of the loop to Lake Mead.
Later they went to Hoover Dam, had lunch and eventually made their way up to our home
Mind you this is during Spring break, and because the kids were sick until Wednesday and most of the week prior, I hadn't done anything with them. So that they would not feel left out of a lame school break I took them to the Cold Stone Creamery for some ice cream. We picked up our traditionnal pizzas at Papa Murphy's and spent an inordinate amount of time picking chocolates for Easter.
I hope the children never realize what their dad does unconsciously. He avoids us. That may sound rude and rough, but how can you describe his behavior? I asked him, no I told him once that his family is us now, and if he had to make a statement he should put us first. He never answered that particular question. So here we are. oh boy I don't think I ever realized until I wrote it just now, what he does. Whenever his family comes around he just leaves us behind, it's the same when we go up to Utah. He palyed taxi Friday, Saturday and Sunday back and forth at least 5 times between our house and downtown or further.
I never got to see any of my friends when we lived there, wew were either around the friends we had made in common since being married or his family. I get so bored when we go up. Most of the sil. I would get along with are doing their own stuff. Plus I'm not in the super fitness stuff, so I don't fit. Thankfully I love reading and I always bring a good book along. I know that's how he destresses. But it's never in small groups, it's always very chaotic and loud and disorganized, too many people coming and going. No real time for bonding and sharing. If it's not physical and doing something, somehow competing (whether they realize it or not), there's nothing. So much so when I ask myself what I want to do I come up blank unless it's some alone activity by myself.
So this past weekend was not relaxing. Friday night our local bil. came over with his 2 little ones, his wife had to work. The oldest is ok when she's here but my kids tend to be a bit protective of their stuff for good reason sometimes, and we played Guitar Hero (there goes some doing).
Saturday was a bit more relaxed and I loved visiting with my sweet sil. in the morning. More up my alley. That's what I liked to do when we used to go to his Call aunt and uncle in Indiana. They have a cooler way of life for learning to be a real family. They take time to talk to each other. There is a real feeling of unity.
Then Saturday night came and the grandparents arrived. I always dread the arrival of my fil. He brings in a level of stress unmatched. Everyone agrees with that assessment and disses him behind his back, but don't confront him or else.
Despite it being an unecessary expense we decided to go try out the buffet at the new Aliante Casino. 15 of us we there. Just not my way of enjoying dinner when our local bil was there as well, and his daughter was OUT of CONTROL, and he wouldn't do anything about it: "his wife won't let him".
What kind of answer is that? If my kid hits me and calls me names, she/he gets a very stern talk down before a physical reprimand (une fessée). Is this boy/man going to stand for himself one day, we keep wondering and most of us were pretty astounded to such admission. It's not the first time he uses such a phrase as, "... will/won't let me". Can't figure being so emasculinated as to not be able to discipline one's own child or making a decision without one's spouse permission. I'm not saying decisions should be made unilaterally but to the point of not being able to assert oneself is not right.
I guess I should quit for now. this post is not too pretty, I'm just frustrated at how some people's behavior affects me and my family and my feelings of worth when they are around. And how my husband behaves with them around too. I'll leave Sunday dinner uncommented. We would see how I'm not in charge in my home anymore when they're here. Chaos is the best shorthand for it and I surrender. I like most of my inlaws and prefer them in small groups,but I don't get that very often. Bummer! I'm sure I wouldn't be so stressed (translate that as grumpy) if I actually got to spend some quiet time with them.
The kids like their aunts & uncles and miss them: Céleste wouldn't let go of her uncle Paul all weekend and Thomas asked several times to join Don et al in their bike riding. Nathan & Joseph couldn't care less, they know it's no use, they rather just play by themselves as usual. Only the 2 emotionnally needy ones feel the rejection.
Oh well, that's life, suck it up!

Easter Sunday & Thomas' priesthood ordination

Our oldest son Thomas turned 12 years old on April 5th. His birthday fell on General Conference Sunday this year and he had to wait another week to be ordained to the aaronic priesthood as a deacon, so besides it being Easter we had a great family gathering for this milestone in his life.

He wanted to hear about the day of his birth. We had a great outing together: he and I caught a late show for the movie "Race to Witch Mountain" complete with smuggled candy. Don stayed home to sleep and put the other 3 down too. It was really cool, just the 2 of us, like a date, like the outings we used to do just the 2 of us when he was so little before Nathan came along.

I've always loved the song "Just the 2 of us" by Grover Washington Jr. but this version by Will Smith is more about how Thomas & I were and more especially him and his dad.


I can't believe his life is progressing so fast. We moved to Vegas just a few months after Nathan's baptism when he was 8 and Thomas was only 10 and now he is part of the Young Men organization. The top of his head reaches under my chin. I love it when he comes to hug me after school and he is so close for me to hug back. I used to imagine what it would be like to have a tall son when he was just an infant/toddler, and now that it's here I want time to stand still. In another 4 years he'll be driving and another 3 after that he'll be leaving for his mission, followed by his brothers. I don't think I'm ready for time to accelerate at such a dizzying speed.

Granted my children argue during their breaks, but unlike some parents I hear, I am never in a hurry for them to return to school. Like a mother hen, I love having my chicks around. clucking or no clucking included.

Easter is my favorite holiday, unlike Christmas I don't decorate and don't buy presents (on y chocolates for our inevitable easter Egg hunt), I just spend some time thinking, pondering on the meaning of the Atonement and Resurrection. It gives me so much hope that it helps me handle the time passing by too quickly and reminds me that even if I hate change, I will eventually keep my children with me forever. Consequently, Sunday was emotionnally charged and joyful for me.

Yeah I need to cut the cord. I do want them to be independent and for that I know they have to leave me to really learn to be strong.

Come What May and Love It

I watched and listened to this clip this morning. The sun is bright and the air smells fresh and clean. What a day! What a beautiful way to celebrate my Father and my Savior and feel of Their love and spirit. My heart is full! Have a wonderful day filled with love from Above!

I love color, but I can't paint, I love needle work but I don't have that much time and only so many walls, I love fabric and sewing but you can only make so many clothes. So while we lived in Mt Vernon I found a new hobby: quilting. Well, really I only learned to tie baby quilts as part of our twice a month meetings for Project Linus; our way for our ward's Relief Society group to make a contribution to the community. Not only did I really enjoy visiting with my friends while we were tyins the baby blankets, but I learned a few things while watching and listening. Now I want to quilt every chance I get. These blankets are the perfect project: small, henceforth quick to make, and less expensive, and you can make a nice homemade present that will actually get used. I will take classes one of these days or read an easy book to actually venture beyond squares! I made a large one for Thomas many moons ago while I was expecting Nathan (over 10 years ago now) and it was such a long project and space consuming (that I finished) that I just put that out of my head thinking I would never embark in such a craft. When you live in Amish country and see what these ladies produce seemingly so easily, it's a bit of a blow to any wanna be quilter.
So as I said these small quilts are just right. I made my 1st one for my good friend Theresa's daughter Naomi. I hope I can post a picture of it soon. The colors are a bit unorthodox for a baby quilt, but I liked them and wanted to explore. Other than that, the 2 below are my most recent efforts, and I'm pretty satisfied how they turned out. having a deadline really helps to get the job done. Now if only I could tackle the rest of the wall hanging I started just before we moved to Las Vegas, that would be another one I could post about.

Thomas came up with this design variation for Cali (Philippe's daughter born June 16, 2006). I never made anything for her then, and I had some lovely fabric I was intending to use for Céleste, but I thought this would be a nice present for her to know her Tatie Claire thinks of her, even if I've never met her in real life, only through the Webcam. She is such a cute kid.

This one is for my brother Philippe's son Arthur (born Feb 14th, 2009). The bright spots are really squares of "fur", I added a satin binding for texture as well. This looks random, and a bit weird, but I promise it looks lovely with with the hints of light blue in the bigger squares. Well I hope so... I have to admit that compared to the pink picture this lacks some oomph. I hope his parents like it.

Joseph's new bike

Joseph is 7 years old and in 1st grade. Last week he experienced what some people call uncoolness. Since the beginning of the school year, Nathan and him have been walking to school, but 2 weeks ago, they wanted to ride their bikes, so I thought sure! Why not? It'll do them some good exercise riding the hill home, they can get there faster and they are old enough to be more familiar with road safety rules.

Joseph's bike is a hand me down, like most of his stuff- that's what happens when you have 2 older brothers. His bike still looks fine, bright blue with yellow highlights. Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it, until a kid made a comment about his "baby" bike at school. Joseph wears his heart on his sleeve, and when he gets hurt, his eyes open very wide and start to glisten. He really looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. So he was crushed that someone made fun of his (perfectly fine) bike.

The before colors blue & yellow.

Don having grown up in a large family with not a lot of money has a lot of hang up and understands that feeling of "uncoolness" of wearing homemade clothes, eating PBJ sandwiches every day instead of getting to use the cafeteria, etc. and simply not having the latest gadgets. I do understand that feeling as well, but I never felt like I was missing out that much (maybe in clothes, because I looooove clothes) but for the most part I don't really care about being cool, I'm pretty comfortable in my own skin, my friends never really judged me because I wasn't trendy, even if they were. However that may explain why I haven't had boyfriends mainly just guy friends. Haha, I just got an epiphany! Well that kept me out of trouble I guess!

Ok, I digress a lot. Don calls my mind dizzying for that matter!

So "retour à nos moutons", as a wonderful dad, Don proceeded to upgrade the bike. That translates into: man time in the garage with his boys! They took the bike apart (Check the photos), sanded the painted pieces, primed them, spray painted them, clean the mechanical parts and regreased them, then reassembled the bike back. It's a brand new bike with a metallic black frame & a chrome fork with flame stickers. Joseph feels on top of the world. It's quiet and fits right at home with their ninja play!

The primed frame.

The bike in pieces (down to the bolts and screws).

The finished result and its proud owner!! Tada! ♪♪

What do boys do for fun?

After the dinner on Friday night, the boys of the family left discreetly one at a time to meet in the foyer of the church to hop in the truck and head for the mountains for the 2nd weekend in a row for Don and go camping after he offered the suggestion during the week. The idea was to send Matthew (Don youngest brother who moved to Vegas last Spring with his family to go to graduate PT school at UNLV) ahead with his family to pitch the tents. The idea was for Don and the boys to drive up with the dirtbikes after the dinner so that the next morning they could play in the dust for a while. Now after last Saturday's camp out Don got sick and had to stay home on Sunday from church and Monday from work because he was miserable. So guess what? Even though he is not feeling at the top of his form, he is still going up to keep his promise. I'm not crazy, every time I've gone camping and it's not in the 50s at least at night, I freeze and I'm miserable.

The camp site with the truck, motorcycles up at Easter Egg Summit near Logandale, NV.
Nathan on the morning of his 10th birthday. Looking just as small as ever, but then good things do often come in small packages.

Thomas likes to play with sticks and fire a lot. My son?! Yep, I'm just as much of a pyromaniac, except it's ok to be one now because I'm a grown up; before that, I would hear, "you'll pee your bed if you play with matches!!!"

Joseph did get cold.

Uncle Matthew cooking breakfast with aunt Cassie looking on., and cousin Brecklyn is wandering around and baby Riley is enjoying the clean air before the dust gets stirred up.

What do girls do when the boys are gone?

Despite Don's many attempts at making me go camping with them, I opted to stay and enjoy a quiet evening with my daughter. We went home to a peaceful place full of possibilities. I love it when all seems possible even for just a night. I didn't have to make dinner, yeah! Céleste was game for anything. She is our party girl! So we chose to watch both Princess Diary movies. She loves anything glamourous and princessy these days. She really is a fun girl. She fell asleep during the 2nd one in a typical Joseph position and I had to carry her to bed with me. She always sleeps better when someone keeps her company.

Go figure, none of the boys have cared to have someone share their room or their bed, she does.