Color in the Bleak mid-Winter

“It looks bleak outside” said I the other day.
The kids said, “What does bleak mean?”
Said I, “oh… i’m not sure of the definition… but look outside and you’ll know.”

Well kids… here is the definition from websters for ya.

bleak:
: exposed and barren and often windswept
: cold, raw
: lacking in warmth, life, or kindliness : grim
: not hopeful or encouraging

Yep. It’s bleak… without snow of course, because why would it snow in Utah in the winter… it’s not like we claim to have the best snow on earth or anything.

What will help in the bleak mid-winter?

color. go to target and look at the clearance rack in the kid’s section … tangerine… raspberry… turquoise… it’s fun. then go to the plasticware section… grass, tangerine, red, teal… it’s bright and full of delight.

This is what is helping me through the blahs of January… COLOR & CREATIVITY.

These are my new upcoming PRODUCT LINES (ha-ha… it makes me laugh to act like I have a real business or something). Think “United States of America” … and “LDS Espanol Art”…. not mixed together, mind you.   I’m Lovin’ It!

p.s. Did you know about the poem “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Christina Georgina Rossetti. I decided to look it up to see if it was as BLEAK as it sounded. It’s rather good. It’s a Christmas poem… and ends in this familiar way:

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

Now that is a bit of cheer.

Christmas Eve

Our Christmas Eve program was a little mellow. Today 3 of us came down with the stomach flu – blek! I spent the day laying in my bed with Max by my side. He said awesome things like, “I weally wike you mom. I do.” “But I don’t wike gatora. Will it be good for me?” “oh, it’s dewicious.” Then he thought he needed to throw up so he hovered over the red bowl. I came back from showering and he had fallen asleep over his bowl. Upon waking, in a groggy voice, he said, “I need my alligator.” We realized he meant his “GATORade.” Then he would smile a really big cheesy grin for me. Oh – and he put a gynormous bandaid on his head because he had a scab that he said hurt…. only I can still see his scab. But that bandaid is sure covering his eyebrows well. Ouch!

Back to our Christmas Eve Program. Each of the kids had a small part (pretty much made up on the spot). Mom helped Tru talk about how Jesus loves everyone. His voice is so cute when he repeats. Max was too sick to participate. We sang Silent Night for Abe’s part. Hannah told about how she loves the story in the Book of Mormon when Christ came to America. Mom and Dad shared something short, we sang a few more songs, opened up pj presents, had hot chocolate, read Egor Sprite Story, and put those munchkins in bed early. Definitely not our traditional Christmas Eve… but with 5 littles and sickness in the house, we’ll have to go with it. p.s and thank you Tru for taking that not-so-gorgeous photo of your sick mother. Awesome.

I sure hope it’s a silent night in our home this Christmas Eve. May the sickies (well – and Truman!!!) sleep all through the night. p.s. Silent Night is Abe’s favorite Christmas Hymn. Hannah likes Joy to the World.

Always our prayer – to watch over our little ones.

Presents are finally wrapped. I’m whipped and we’re heading to bed. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Sacrifice & Devotion – Joseph Smith Birthday Celebration 2011

Today marks the 206th Birthday of Joseph Smith Jr. As is tradition in the Price fam, we celebrated with Grandma & Grandpa with a fabulous roast/potatoes/orange rolls/scandinavian fruit soup dinner… with gingerbread and lemon sauce for dessert. It really was that fabulous.


Afterwards we went downstairs and enjoyed a nice program by the fire. Abe told the story of the First Vision … with Max placing the flannel board figures up to go along. Then Hannah read in the Bible Dictionary about Joseph’s translation of the King James Bible. The adults shared a quick thought each. Tru repeated after me a short story about Joseph Smith loving the children and wiping their tears and muddy shoes. Max told a rather adventurous story about Joseph Smith stopping the stage coach. Then Hannah and Abe sang their songs from their school program.

It was the best fhe we’ve had in a long time. I don’t think Truman even hit anyone. Maybe? No screaming anyways. One of the best distractions lately for Truman is put him in charge of taking photos. It’s highly entertaining to watch him… and see the photos later.

Thanks for the fun night mom and dad. And thanks for being patient with all of us wascally wabbits.

Gifts – Life – Healing

p.s. so much going on this week. finally wrapped up The Giving Tree for the ward. huge job! Doctor’s appointments today for Eliza and Max. Shots. Ouch. Mostly trying to keep the house and family together. Love this new quote up in the shop… perfect encouragement for today.

Tomorrow: get the home and family in order so we can actually enjoy the weekend. major tidying going on. major laundry and dishes. happy-happy-joy-joy.

a stronger, happier fam

With the kids out of school until the new year, we’re all going to be together in close quarters for a few weeks. The fortunate thing is that we love each other. The unfortunate thing is that even though families love each other, they don’t always get along. I came across this fabulous counsel for parents… I liked the part of the talk that advised parents in regards to contention in the home. We’ll give it a go and see if things improve. Having the Holy Ghost in our home is the best because we’re nice and happy and all.

edited later in the evening: Yesterday in R.S. I proclaimed that “I know we receive blessings when we keep the commandments… even when it’s hard… like having family home evening with little ones.” I think we endure hours of bouncing off the walls and wiggling on the couch during FHE… but yet, when you see that tear or sparkle of recognition in the eyes of a child, you realize that it’s all worth it. If they felt the Holy Ghost or learned something new, it’s all good.

Well – anyhoo… fast forward to fhe tonight… or could also be said about today’s morning devotional. I’m not sure the kids could even stay seated on the couch one bit. They were wiggling and sliding on the leather. It was a bit outrageous. I stopped things and declared that tots must learn to sit still for 5 minutes… “You can do it!” Well – anyhoo… I think during the prayer Tru was trying to shoot Hannah in the forehead with a suction cup shooting toy. Then Abe insisted on shooting the suction cup thingie at the clock. It stuck. Really people? Max threw a toy and it hit Tru. And right before the story Abe picked Max up and hurt him. I asked the kids to share a special story of Christ from the Book of Mormon and Hannah and Abe came up quite empty. So the ‘you are not a failure unless you give up’ phrase has been ringing in my ears. And sometimes I very seriously want to give up (just ask Jimmy!). But goodness… can’t give up. Never give up. Keep going sister!

Joy to the World

Loved this quote I read from an older Ensign. The Atonement really is for all. I just love that! We all need Christ. It is a JOY that he came to heal and save us from sin… A JOY!

For Unto Us a Child is Born

I find myself humming the Messiah at Christmastime.
Thanks to Jo Cherrington, I at least know a few of the choruses.
Marvelous Christmas music to celebrate our Savior!
Delightful Christmas prints.

The Wondrous Gift is Given

Welcome Jesus

Tonight for FHE we put each child in charge of finding a special Christmas message to share. I directed Hannah to the PDF of The Friend online so she could scan several December issues throughout the years. We came across this … which I thought was a sweet message for children… and all of us.

Hannah ended up sharing a brief message from the First Presidency that was shared in the Friend years ago.

Abe shared some scriptures related to the Hymn “Silent Night”, which seems to be a favorite.

Max helped turn the pages of The Three Trees board book while Hannah read.

Tru missed his part as he had to be taken upstairs. We sang “Once there was a snowman” in his absence.

Eliza glowed with the Light of Christ. Soft, sweet little one.

I hope that in moments our hearts and home are a welcoming place for Jesus to visit. I think we have a lot to work on so that we would ALWAYS be ready for Him … but it’s a great goal!

can you imagine?