Are Monkey's Psychotic?

Ok...so I have been posting a lot of 'kid comments' lately. Truthfully they are always this funny...I just thought that I needed to start sharing them.

OH and Julian is 7 and Tristan is 5, Crystal.

Tristan's Latest:

Tonight Tristan came to our shut door and asked through the crack, ...."Are Monkey's Psychotic?"...
We looked at one another terribly puzzled by this question and just had to ask..."What?" Because, really, we must be hearing things.
Again the question...

"Are Monkey's Psychotic?"

We just laid there slightly stunned and full of muffled laughter. Tim's final reply was a resounding, ...

"Yes"

What was heard next was nearly just as cute as the question....stated with understanding and acceptance.

"Cool"

...and he walked away.

Tristan's Daily Advice: Don't Be A Stray!

Apparently you can accomplish this by following the Prophet! Who knew??

*Follow the Prophet

Follow the Prophet

Follow the Prophet

Don't be a stray.

*As sung by Sir. Tristan Michael

Original Song

A Julian-ism

Julian: When I say "Bone at the Tea" Cracker gets really excited because he thinks I am going to give him a bone and dip tea in it!!
Bone at the TEA!!

Phrase: Bone at the Tea
Translation: Bon Appetit

Name: Cracker
Nom De Plume: The Stuffed Animal Dog. The Family Dog.

Un mas...

Tristan: Mom if you are ever alone you can just come and knock on my door and I will say who is it and you will say your name and I will come with you. Mommy if you are ever alone just call my name and I will be with you. I will never leave you.

New Tristan-ism

While jumping on the tramponline this morning...

"I'm on your team Daddy! Now I'm your little Minion"

Tristan's Latest

I promise to finish "Muse" ....soon...someday...hehehe.....soon.

But I had to let you in on some Tristan-isms.


The other day:
Mom: Tristan! Wash your hands, please!
Tristan: I can't! It's a waste of soap!!

This morning at Breakfast:
Mom: Julian may you please pass me the cereal?
Tristan: Wow, Mom! That was good manners! What are you going to do with all those good manners? Enter a good manners contest??

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The drama has ended...hopefully...and we have put the beds together!

Halloween Pics

Here is the pic of us getting ready to leave for Trunk or Treat. Tristan was a Dragon...for several days prior to this as well in fact..., Julian was a Zombie. He made his costume himself. I was a Pirate...consequently so was my Bishop!! It was awesome. More pics to come.

Here we are with Zionah Halloween night! We went as our Nerdy selves! Hehehe... Zionah went as a Giraffe ...of course borrowed from yours truly.

Here is the gang. I did Daniels makeup! Pretty cool huh? He is Edward, Kari a Kitty, Tim and I Nerds, Zionah, a very sleepy Giraffe, Tristan a Dragon of course and Julian the "Host from the Haunted Mansion."

Muse...

Each of us has a personal Muse inside that inspires us to reach our fullest potential. It is given by God and guided by His Spirit. What is your muse? What is my muse?

For as long as I can recall I have wanted to be a Disney Princess. I wanted the hair, the makeup, the dress. I wanted to inspire young girls and woo little boys hearts. To give adults a glimpse of fantasy and the childhood that they too soon forget.

I have often been told that when I sing I sound like a Disney Princess. I have obviously always been flattered by that and driven. But driven for the wrong reasons. It was all about being seen and heard. I wanted my name to show up in the credits and be able to say...That's me! I wanted it so that I could show off, in other words.

Few times in my life I have been able to sing and perform by absolute inspiration. It happens more often than not and it is more than sometimes at church or for a church function. I do not take these moments lightly and I always remember them with great respect and love and thanksgiving for a precious gift from my Father in Heaven.

Two times come to mind:

Tim and I greatly anticipated having a child of our very own. Unfortunately it seemed like it would never happen. I was found to have Endometriosis and that this was specifically what was standing or rather clinging in our way of parenthood. I was able to undergo a laparoscopic surgery that used a laser to burn the visible cells. The Dr. told us that if we did not get pregnant in 6 months that I would have to be put on Lupron. A drug that sends you into an early menopause. At 20 years old...this was a really rightening thought.

6 months came and went. Then 7. Then 8. Neither one of us had the heart to call the Dr. and tell him we were ready for the drug.

Desparate and hopeless I aksed for a blessing through Tim, from my Father in Heaven. In this blessing came a promise that our son would be born to us soon. Silence insued after the blessing and we looked at each other in awe. I asked sheepishly, was that inspiration or did you make that up to help me feel better? He assured me that that was indeed from God and we were so giddy and left in awe.

In December, I was asked to sing a song for a Christmas program at church. It was a beautiful song depicting Mary singing to her baby, Jesus. I practiced and practiced this song so many times. I knew how it was supossed to sound in my head but for some reason it just wasn't coming out of my mouth. I continued to practice and prayed that it would work out right. But I was left frustrated.

The day of the performance came and Tim's family had planned a family picture. That morning we took a pregnancy test and to our great joy we found out that we were FINALLY pregnant. We kept it a secret but in the pictures that were taken that day you can see the glow we were consumed with. Our joy could not be contained.

The night came and it was performance time. I remember something happening during rehearsal right before that left me in a terribly sour mood. I knew that I couldn't possibly perform without the Spirit and prayed for forgiveness and inspiration to come before I had to perform this lullaby.

My turn at the mic came and I was filled with so many emotions. Joy for one, knowing that I was going to have a child. Humility, also, for having allowed Satan to poison my thoughts and bring me down to his level.

What came of that performance was absolutly inspired. I really don't believe that I sang that night rather I was a conduit in which one of God's angels and maybe even Mary herself sang the most pure and beautiful lullaby ever sung. It brought all to tears. Including me. It was unbelievable.

I was asked many times that night and the following week if I would please come and perform that song again at different Sacrament mtgs in the Stake. I politely declined for I knew it would never be performed that way again. I have since forgotten the name of the song, which is fine. I vowed never to perform it again and also to never forget the moment. Which I have not.

The second time inspiration came that strong was more recently in a Sacrament mtg in Vancouver, WA. I was asked several weeks prior to this day to sing in Sacrament which I of course agreed to. It was cancelled at some point, that I cannot recall, so I forgot about it went on.

Come this particular Sunday morning I find myself enjoying the peace the Spirit was bringing to the mtg only to look down and see my name in the program as a Special Musical Number. My first reaction was panic! Had I forgotten something? No. I was absolutely sure that I had not. My next reaction was anger and spite. How dare they put me in the program and humilate me like this. I can't just NOT sing. My name is in the stinkin' program already. What would people say? I would look like an absolute Diva if I didn't do it.

Then the sacrament was blessed and passed and my spite quickly melted to humility as I realized that I had let pride and Satan's grasp get hold of me once again. I apologized to God and silently worked it out with the music coordinators through notes and 'sign language'. I told them not to worry about it and that I had in under control.

They obviously felt bad about the mistake and extrememly grateful that I was willing to sing. Really the gratitude was mine to my Father in Heaven for allowing me this lesson in humility and obedience. I sang a capella a hymn from the hymnal. I believe it was "How Great Thou Art"

Again, the music came from me as if from another space and time. I sang my testimony, I sang my farewell to a ward that loved me dearly and would soon see me go, and I sang my humility and gratitude to the Lord who gave me my gift.

It was inspiring.

We come now to today. One of the reasons, albeit not the biggest ones, in coming to Florida was so that I could be the Disney Princess I felt sure I was destined to become. I did everything I was supposed to do. I found the right songs, had some fabulous head shots taken and went religiously to every audition posted.

No call back came and my fire started to quiver. How could this be? How could I be so close and yet so far? I decided it just wasn't the right audition and when the right one came along it would surely be Disney Magic!!

In the meantime, unbeknownst to me, my heart started to change. I found leaving the house to go to work more difficult than before. I still found joy in my work but it was so hollow in comparison to the joy that awaited me at home.

...more to come...to be continued.

So much to post so little time.

I really do think about this everyday. I want to do more...but 2 things are against me. One, my computer is in my room and so therefore I cannot wake up at 6 am and post without waking up Tim. Number two, is that I home school the boys making it near impossible to get any posting done because of their constant 'attendance'!! ;) At night Tim takes over the computer because the fire has finally been lit and he is finishing up a long LONG overdue, quite necessary project.

So, I digress...

Now it is off to the back porch to finish painting the bunk bed before Zionah wakes up and I go in to babysit for the rest of the day.

See you soon...I hope. ! :)

My revised Article of Faith.

I believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, virtuous and in writing good things on my blog for all men (and women) Indeed you may say that I follow the admonition of Rebecca (who diligently checks my blog for news and updates). I believe that I can. I hope that I can. We will see if I can update my blog. I hope to be able endure all these new things to post. If there is anything virtuous lovely or of good report or praiseworthy I will seek after these things.

To see the actual version of the 13th Article of Faith see this link.