tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31887675271138133382024-02-18T18:25:15.118-08:00adam + katiekatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-4416298606545335282017-08-18T08:59:00.001-07:002017-08-18T08:59:15.770-07:00feeling oldIt's been so long. So many years have passed. G is now 5 We have another baby girl, E, who is now 2 almost 3. J is 8!! We even moved states. <br />
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So, I really am terrible at blogging. Is that really a surprise though when considering my track record with journaling? Here are some old pictures.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my two girls E was about 6 months here</td></tr>
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My children are getting older which means only one thing...I'm getting older too. Well, actually it means a lot of things not just one thing. It means two kids in elementary school. It means my son can choose to join our church officially, we've left it completely up to him and are trying not to influence his decision. I personally feel it's a little young to make a decision that crucial but I do see him thinking about things more deeply and truly understanding right from wrong. <br />
It also means more time to do what I love with less distractions so I've been spending a lot of time in my studio. Yes, you heard me right, I have a STUDIO! Yeah! I traded having any friends for a house with a studio. Still trying to decide if it was a fair trade. I didn't think I would have such a difficult time making/rekindling friendships here. I'd heard it was really hard to do in Utah but I shrugged it aside thinking "oh but I have people I know in Utah, I grew up there, I'm sure it won't be that hard, especially since I'm so much more confident than when I was younger." Well, I was dead wrong. I have never been more lonely in my life. And it isn't that there aren't wonderful people in my neighborhood and church community, there are, they have been welcoming and kind but I just haven't built any true "let's hang out" friends. I feel like I left all "my people" in Seattle. This problem is one of the only complaints I have with our move here. The other is that Adam has switched careers which resulted in a massive pay cut (hopefully only in the short term) which makes life a little stressful. I love my life though, don't mistake my meaning here. I feel like we were meant to move here and specifically move into the neighborhood we live in. So, despite the problems, I still feel at peace with the decision and hope that time will cure both of them. Anyone out there want to be friends??<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">E. taking a break in Goblin Valley</td></tr>
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katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-43004590113452646072014-05-06T21:39:00.001-07:002017-08-18T09:11:01.011-07:00tick-tock<br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Time can fly, and drag, and cease to exist. And yet it passes </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">predictably</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">, second by second, minute to minute, hours, days, weeks, months, and years.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Just two and half months ago every day felt longer than the Great Wall. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now, time is a silky scarf that brushes quickly against my skin as it flutters by. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It is elusive to my grasping hands that want to hold said scarf, keep it still, bunched </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I hold my baby girl and she smiles, charming her way into a place in my heart that will only be for her. I look at my little boy, who not long ago was a baby himself, he's humming the Star Wars theme as he plays. Oh, how I love them. I wish that time would take a nap, stop running around all the time, and just hide in my hands until I felt it was time to move again.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">(I accidentally wrote this on a different blog.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It was meant to be published on 7/12/12. Oops)</span></div>
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katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-57475576454331297712013-12-18T17:54:00.001-08:002013-12-18T17:57:06.488-08:00we wish you a<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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and of course a happy New Year as well. This year, as in years past, we didn't put sending out a physical Christmas card at the top of our priority list... next year perhaps. We are so grateful for you our dear friends and family. We feel very blessed to have such amazing people in our lives. Whether you live near or far from us we hope you know that we love you. We are grateful for the most divine gift our Father in Heaven could bestow, our Savior, and hope you feel His love in your life. <br />
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*the christensenskatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-60995505164328215332013-11-21T15:13:00.000-08:002013-11-22T09:31:51.611-08:00I gave a talk and it went like this:<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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afternoon
brothers and sisters. I’ll begin by giving a brief introduction my name is
Katie Christensen. I was born in Utah. I met my husband Adam at BYU. We married
in 2007, graduated from college and had our first child, Jonathan, in 2009. We
moved a little under a year later, 6 months after purchasing our first home, to
Seattle for a new job for Adam. We have lived here for 3 years now. During
those three years we have moved homes four times and been in five wards, we
added another member to our family, Gemma. Adam changed positions at said job,
was laid off a few months later, and now works at a game company called Popcap.
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you notice a theme in that introduction? I did. Change, and lots of it, accompanied
by times of uncertainty and certainly a few challenges along the way. How can
faith in the Lord Jesus Christ help us in our day to day lives, especially when
facing challenges, uncertainty, and change? I believe the answer to this question
is very valid to all of us. We will all face times of uncertainty, change is a
constant in this life, it is as unavoidable as death, and challenges will surely
come. Our faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, in our Eternal Father’s goodness and
love will guide us, strengthen us, and focus our efforts in this life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We
have been given a guide of how to live through the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Through his example and the example of his servants we can know what a life
dedicated to God and righteousness looks like. We have many examples from the
early saints of faith. In Elder Dube’s talk Look Ahead and Believe he quoted
an account Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin gave of the saints leaving their homes <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">“In 1846, more than
10,000 [people] left the thriving city [of Nauvoo] that had been built on the
banks of the Mississippi River. With faith in prophetic leaders, those early
Church members left their ‘City</span><span style="color: #232b2c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> <span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Beautiful’ and struck off into
the wilderness of the American frontier. They did not know exactly where they
were going, precisely how many miles lay ahead, how long the journey would
take, or what the future held in store for them. But they did know they were
led by the Lord and His servants” (“Faith of Our Fathers,” Ensign, May 1996,
33).</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m going to paraphrase from the Bible Dictionary. Faith is “to
hope for things which are not seen, but which are true, and must be centered in
Jesus Christ in order to produce salvation…faith comes by righteousness. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All true faith must be based upon
correct knowledge or it cannot produce the desired results. Faith in Jesus
Christ is the first principle of the gospel and is more than belief, since true
faith always moves its possessor to some kind of physical and mental action; it
carries an assurance of the fulfillment of things hoped for.” The saints
leaving Nauvoo exemplified faith and trust in God. From the same talk by Elder
Wirthlin “Faith of Our Fathers” He says: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="color: #232b2c;">“A major reason this church has grown from its
humble beginnings to its current strength is the faithfulness and devotion of
millions of humble and devoted [members] who have only five loaves and two
small fishes to offer in the service of the Master. They have largely
surrendered their own interests, and in so doing have found ‘the peace of God,
which passeth all understanding.’”</span><sup><span style="color: #232b2c;"> </span></sup><u style="text-underline: #305C9F;"><span style="color: #305c9f;">24</span></u><span style="color: #232b2c;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #232b2c;">With the Lord to strengthen
us, “we have endured many things, and hope to be able to endure all things.”</span><sup><span style="color: #232b2c;"> </span></sup><u style="text-underline: #305C9F;"><span style="color: #305c9f;">25</span></u><sup><span style="color: #232b2c;"> </span></sup><span style="color: #232b2c;">He encourages
us to “be not weary in well-doing, for [we] are laying the foundation of a
great work. And out of small things proceedeth that which is great.”</span><sup><span style="color: #232b2c;"> </span></sup><u style="text-underline: #305C9F;"><span style="color: #305c9f;">26</span></u><sup><span style="color: #232b2c;"> </span></sup><span style="color: #232b2c;">May we be
faithful in fulfilling the duties of whatever calling we have in the kingdom.
Let us pay heed to the “small things” that make all the difference. Let us be
faithful in keeping the commandments as we have made sacred covenants to do. As
our heritage and our growth clearly show, we are, indeed, “laying the
foundation of a great work.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #232b2c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know that the Lord
strengthens those who strive to serve him. He strengthens us through our
challenges and through uncertainty. While I can’t compare my experience to that
of the early saints, or even pretend to be filled with faith, I have witnessed
the Lord teaching me and helping me. When I found out I was pregnant with
Jonathan, I was very anxious. I’m often paranoid and I worried that because I
had not been taking prenatal vitamins, for though the plan was to have children
it wasn’t according to our timeline, that whatever child I would have would
have some kind of disability. I didn’t feel like I would be equipped to
properly care for such a child. I had waves of fear and paranoia for a long
time. Even after the routine 20 week ultrasound should have quelled them. We
lived in my grandparents basement at the time and they would sometimes leave
their backdoor unlocked while they were home. One evening we heard a great
raucous upstairs my grandfather shouting, “young man what are you doing here?”
We then heard loud running steps coming down the stairs. A young man with downs
syndrome came into our apartment and nervously, and quickly walked around,
opening cupboards, entering every room. Adam and I quietly followed him asking
him if he could tell us his name and where he belonged. He didn’t say a word.
Upstairs I could hear my grandfather talking to the police. I went up to the
young man and grabbed his hand and lead him gently back upstairs, I asked him
if his name was Bobby as I had heard of such a young man entering other
neighbor’s homes and going through their fridges. He looked in my eyes and I
knew I was right. My grandfather told the police who then sent his sister to
come get him. That experience and the quiet and calm I had felt while
interacting with Bobby, taught me that the Lord would be there for me no matter
what the outcome of the pregnancy would be. I think the Lord was trying to
teach me to trust in him, and to have faith in His plan and His purposes.
Something I will admit I am still struggling to learn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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if we choose to believe and act in obedience to God he will give us direction,
and purpose. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Dube told a story of how he learned to look forward with purpose from his
mother. He said<span style="color: #232b2c;"> “While I was a boy working
in the fields with my mother, she taught me one of the most important lessons
in life. It was late in the morning, the sun was up, and we had been hoeing for
what I thought to be a very long time. I stopped to look back at what we had
accomplished and said to my mother, “Look at all we have done!” Mother did not
respond. Thinking that she had not heard me, I repeated what I had said a
little louder. She still did not reply. Raising my voice a little higher, I
repeated again. Finally, she turned to me and said, “Edward, never look back.
Look ahead at what we still have to do.” He continues on…</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">My
dear brothers and sisters, the covenant we made with the Lord when we were
baptized, “to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in
all places that [we] may be in” (</span><a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/bofm/mosiah/18.9?lang=eng#8"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Mosiah 18:9</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;">), is a lifelong
commitment. President Dieter F. Uchtdorf counseled, “Those who have
entered the waters of </span><a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/baptism?lang=eng"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">baptism</span></a><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"> and received the gift of the </span><a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/holy-ghost?lang=eng"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: windowtext; text-decoration: none;">Holy Ghost</span></a></span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> have set their feet on the path of
discipleship and are charged to follow steadily and fully in the footsteps of
our Savior” (“Saints for All Seasons,” Ensign or Liahona, Sept. 2013, 5). The
Lord through His servants calls us to serve in various callings, which we
accept with total commitment. When a release has been extended and a call in a
different assignment has been issued, we joyfully accept it, knowing, as our forebearers
knew, that “in the service of the Lord, it is not where you serve but how”
(J. Reuben Clark Jr., in Conference Report, Apr. 1951, 154).”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #232b2c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is how faith should
focus our life. We address our challenges, change, and uncertainty by striving
to keep our covenants. By focusing on securing our salvation, and by helping
our brothers and sisters secure theirs. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> In Alma 44:4 it says: Now
ye see that this is the true faith of God; yea, ye see that God will support,
and keep, and preserve us, so long as we are </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;">a</span></sup><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #305c9f;">faithful</span><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;"> unto him, and
unto our faith, and our religion; and never will the Lord suffer that we shall
be destroyed except we should fall into transgression and deny our faith.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In Elder Uchtedorf’s talk <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“You Can Do It Now!” he said<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;">It is a great source of spiritual power to live lives of
integrity and righteousness and to keep our eyes on where we want to be in the
eternities. Even if we can see this divine destination only with the eye of
faith, it will help us to stay the course.</span><span style="color: #232b2c;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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found in the scriptures of great faith and an eye that stays focused on the
eternities. One that came to mind while preparing this talk was Job. I know we
hear about Job a lot. He faced the greatest challenges man can face the loss of
his children, his wealth, and his health. After the death of his sons he in Job
1: 20-21 it says “Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and
fell down upon the ground and worshipped, And said, Naked came I out of my
mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD
hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.” He was discarded and reviled
by his friends. Though at times he questioned why he was born, and whether he
had transgressed in front of the Lord, he even prayed to die but he never lost
faith in God and his eternal promises. In Job 13 verse 15 and 16<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it says “Though he slay me, yet will I
trust in him: but I will maintain mine own ways before him.” In the end Job is
blessed beyond what he lost. I will end with a final quote from Elder Uchtedorf,
he said: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #232b2c;">My dear brethren (and it isn’t a stretch to add sisters), my dear
friends, there will be times when you think you cannot continue on. Trust the
Savior and His love. With faith in the Lord Jesus Christ and the power and hope
of the restored gospel, you will be able to walk tall and continue on</span><span style="color: #232b2c;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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grandfather’s sayings is “life is hard, and then you die.” While this is true,
none of us will escape difficulties, or change, or death, we all can accept the
promises and blessings of a faithful life. I know that God lives, that his son
is our salvation, that truth exists and that we have a prophet on the earth
today. We are blessed with the Holy Ghost, as we live righteously and
faithfully, to comfort us, to quell our fears, to teach us, and help us feel
God’s infinite love for all of his children. I pray that we will strive to apply
faith to our lives so we can say at the end as Paul of the New Testament “</span><span style="color: #232b2c;">I have fought a good </span><span style="color: #305c9f;">fight</span><span style="color: #232b2c;">, I have </span><span style="color: #305c9f;">finished</span><span style="color: #232b2c;"> <i>my</i> course, I have kept the faith.” </span><span style="color: #232b2c;">2 Tim. 4:7 </span><span style="color: #232b2c;"> In
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I can't believe she's one. I can not believe it. Yet it is true. Everyday she grows up a little more. Yesterday she insisted on feeding herself with a spoon, and guess what, she actually got three bites in her mouth. <br />
We all adore her. We wondered about J liking her for a long time there but even he has fallen victim to her charm. We were able to celebrate her birthday with a lot of wonderful people. Really we are so lucky to know such great people. We missed our family members and wish they all could have been there.<br />
A lot is going on in our lives right now but I don't feel like writing about it so I'll end by saying I love my family, my friends, my faith, and my life. Cheerio darlings, cheerio!katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-33209677110337000552013-03-17T09:50:00.000-07:002013-03-17T09:50:46.723-07:00I wrote a poem, don't judge.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was laying in bed late one night this week and I composed this poem after trying to decide how I was feeling at the time. Don't judge. Here she is...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Oh vim, dear friend</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">where have you gone? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Vigor has run off too. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">All that is left is a lump on a log, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">a sigh, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">and a worn out shoe. </span><br />
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<br />katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-88181995189233262302013-03-01T11:56:00.000-08:002013-03-01T11:56:23.710-08:00M & M<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My little sister got engaged on Wednesday! I can't believe it. I knew it was coming, we've all been rooting for it, but I find it hard to believe that she is old enough to get married (which is odd considering I was two years + younger then she is when I did.). She and her man Melvin both seem so young to me , perhaps that means I'm getting old.<br />
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As a family we were driving home from picking up Adam from work, Adam and I were talking about her engagement, marriage, etc. At one point I said "J., Maggie's getting married." J.'s response was so cute and a little unexpected and very different from his <a href="http://thetelegraham.blogspot.com/2013/02/for-mago.html" target="_blank">cousins</a>. He said with some worry in his voice <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"I don't want her to get married. I want her to stay like she is." </span>We asked him why he wanted that and quickly realized that he thought it meant Maggie would change in a bad way (apparently we haven't talked about love and marriage very much). We told him that marriage was a really good thing, and that Maggie would still be Maggie she would just live with Melvin, just like mama and dad. He liked that.<br />
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I'm so excited for Maggie and Melvin. Marriage can be so wonderful and I'm so grateful for mine. I have every confidence that they will be grateful for their's also.<br />
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Hooray for the happy couple! Hooray for another brother! Hooray for eternal marriage!katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-73124105067237920292013-02-08T11:52:00.000-08:002013-02-09T22:33:20.978-08:00dream housesI have this re-occuring dream (though it leans more towards nightmare than dream) there is always a house that is either perched in the trees, on a steep slope, or some other precarious foundation. Inevitably I am in this house and if I move even a step too far to the left or right the house begins to lean. I can actually feel the sinking feeling in my stomach. I quickly have to right the wrong and get everyone in the right place again (sometimes Adam and the kids are in the house too, which makes it even harder to keep upright). The dream consists of trying to keep the house in balance. I wake up feeling uneasy.<br />
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Last night I had the dream again. This time the worst happened. I lost the war of balance and the house fell. The crazy thing about it was that the world didn't end. The house fell, nobody died. The house fell. I failed. The house fell but in the dream we were going to lift it with cranes. Life kept going. I was not in control but things would still be o.k.<br />
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I tend to overanalyze. So, this dream has me thinking about my life, wondering if a bomb is going to drop. I told Adam and he said that maybe it meant I was going to go insane (yeah, thanks for that one babe.) I really don't think that was the point of the dream... if there even was a point. I think it's my mind's way of saying "Katie, you can't control everything but it will be alright." I can't control how people act. I can't control what people think. I can't control natural disasters. I can't prevent people from getting hurt. I can't make other people happy and I don't HAVE to. The house can fall. Mistakes can and will be made. Life will not end.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-18282994505053358202013-01-29T12:15:00.001-08:002013-01-29T12:15:28.042-08:00Silly boy.Katie: "You're my favorite little boy."<br />
J.: "You're my favorite little mama."<br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Moved apartments</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Added a new member to the family (G on May 10th)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Went on a trip to Enchanted Forest</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Visited family in Utah</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Had some birthdays</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Conquered the toilet (About time, Adam! Just kidding. Way to go J!)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hung out with amazing people</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Missed some amazing people</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Made, bought, and ate delicious food</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Witnessed little miracles and blessings</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cried some</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tried new things </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Fulfilled some dreams</span></li>
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katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-85339680358272484592012-11-26T12:59:00.000-08:002012-11-26T12:59:02.055-08:006 month side by side<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Man, it's crazy to see these two at the same age side by side.<br />
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People often tell me they look a lot alike. It's true.
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Definitely siblings.<br />
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Oh, these two make my heart ache in the best kind of way.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-4972480869968627172012-11-22T23:11:00.001-08:002012-11-22T23:11:29.636-08:00the present & gratitudeI have often been guilty of the sin of ingratitude(or perhaps I should label it insufficient gratitude.) Blinded by things that I felt ought to be different, or by a cloud of pessimism hanging above my head, or by simply not paying attention.<br />
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I read or saw a quote somewhere that said "if you want to be happy stay in the present." If I think about the future I stress out. If I think about the past I'm filled with regrets. I really feel that quote is for me right now. It's hard to let go of my expectations as to what my future should be, or what it could be, but I think it might help if I did. It's hard to look back and wonder 'if only I'd done this or that.' When I live my life day by day I really feel a lot better. I hope that in the coming year I can be more self-aware, and more aware of the Lord's hand in my life, more present.<br />
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We had Thanksgiving with some of our good friends tonight. It was wonderful. The food was delicious, the company was choice, I almost didn't miss my family. Almost. I made two pies, my first pies, and they were surprisingly good!<br />
Now to the heart of the matter. Gratitude. What am I grateful for? The list probably hasn't changed too much from last year's (<a href="http://finchwing.blogspot.com/2011_11_01_archive.html" target="_blank">here</a>) except for number 7. Now, I am thankful for our darling G and how she adds to our family with her sweet spirit. I love my life. I love it. I hope that I can remember to be grateful, to be more ready and able to acknowledge the good, the blessings, the experiences that the Lord places in front of me. I hope I will remember to stay in the present. Because really, the present is pretty good.<br />
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Well, awhile back I decided to try again. It would be lovely to have some green living things in our apartment. I bought an orchid. It was beautiful. Then slowly but surely the flowers fell off, then the stalks, the growing medium grew mold, and I just noticed the other day that one of it's leaves had turned yellow so I pulled it off. I will admit that it has survived a lot longer than I ever would have thought. I don't know much about orchids so perhaps this is just part of it's normal cycle.<br />
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I convinced Adam that it would be nice to have some flowers around again (as our orchid my never bloom again) and it's much cheaper to buy some living begonias than a bouquet. So, some beautiful begonias were placed in a shopping cart, purchased, and not long after graced our table. Well, a month passed and the poor begonia is not the better for it. It followed a similar but much more hasty path to the yard waste bin...(well, that isn't exactly true, I still have both plants on my windowsill but that will be their final destination). <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">completely unrelated photo of a four leaf clover I found</td></tr>
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Why are you bothering us with this you may well ask? The answer? I feel like complaining. Did I miss the green-thumb gene that some in my family clearly have? (check <a href="http://candybarre.blogspot.com/2012/10/i-guess-my-thumb-is-really-green.html" target="_blank">this</a> out for proof).katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-5013383461207031522012-11-02T23:37:00.001-07:002012-11-02T23:37:25.326-07:00J. Tidbit<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">J: "What kind of socks are these?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">K: "Ankle socks."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">J: "What are ankles?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">K:"They're these boney parts before your feet." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">K: "And what are these?" </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">J: "Knees." </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">K: "And these are your thighs, and these are your calves."</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">J "And these are my itchys!" (He says as he scratches behind his knees.)</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He loves Photo Booth on our computer. I often find very silly pictures he's taken of himself.</td></tr>
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<br />katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-16986210287255080662012-08-28T09:24:00.000-07:002012-08-28T09:24:54.685-07:00blessedOn Sunday the 26th we had G.'s blessing.<br />
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She wore a dress made by my mother that I wore 26 years ago.<br />
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When J. saw her in her dress he said "She's so pretty, mom!" Yes, she is.<br />
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I'm glad we didn't wait longer (we thought about it) because the dress barely fit over her succulent arms. Yes, succulent. They are squishy goodness that just beg to be chewed (without teeth of course).<br />
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The only family that could make it were Adam's darling aunt Cheri and uncle Dale. While the rest of our family members were greatly missed it felt good to have her blessed in front of our ward family.<br />
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It was a sweet blessing for our sweet little jewel.<br />
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I really am so very blessed.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-27950882731516524662012-08-19T22:29:00.001-07:002012-08-19T22:29:43.853-07:00J. QuotesThis boy is making up new definitions, and similes.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">apparently opening your mouth really wide is the new smile for pictures.</td></tr>
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Earlier today-<br />
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J: "If someone picks up the spoon, they will beef me."<br />
K & A: "What?!"<br />
K: "What does beef mean?"<br />
J: "beef means to poke and hit."<br />
J: "I like beefaroni so..."<br />
A: "You like the word beefaroni?"<br />
J: "Yeah, it's good."<br />
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Earlier this month-<br />
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K: "I'm going to sunbathe. It's like taking a bath in the sun."<br />
J: "Oh! you're going to go take a shower in the grass?"katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-64924438631167593432012-08-14T22:47:00.001-07:002012-08-14T22:47:52.730-07:003 years + 3 months<h2>
<b> 3 years</b></h2>
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J. had a birthday on the 11th. It was a quiet birthday but very fun. He requested balloons and chocolate cupcakes. His birthday dinner request was "Mickey-Mac" and broccoli. (He also eats butter, not with toast, just plain butter, sound familiar? Mickey-mac, broccoli, and butter...yes, he loves the same foods his uncle Michael did at the same age). <br />
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We went to a park to take some birthday pictures and to play. It was lovely. When he was playing on the playground a little half-asian girl came and they ended up playing together. There are little plastic hammock type things at said playground and J. likes to pretend to sleep on them. At one point the little girl was standing near her parents and J. asks her "do you want to sleep with me?" Her parents thought it was pretty funny and said something along the lines of how forward boys are these days and how it starts younger and younger.<br />
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When we went home we had cupcakes, sang the song, and opened presents. We then all played together with them until J's bedtime. It was a good day.<br />
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<b>3 months</b></h3>
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We can't believe little G. is already three months. She is growing so fast and is so determined to continue doing just that.<br />
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I don't know if we're remembering incorrectly or if it's true, but it seems like she is reaching her benchmarks a lot faster than J. did at the same age.<br />
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She loves tummy time. She is interested in toys and bats at them (and at our faces) with her little hands. She seems to love being naked and is always ready to smile. She's very patient and is becoming a tough little lady. I imagine that she'll be able to run circles around J. in a year or so.<br />
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This little boy... He has split personalities right now. One is sweet, sensitive, and funny. The other is aggressive, crazy, and stubborn. Parenting is no joke. </div>
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He loves legos (already) and will play with them for 30 minutes at a time or more, which is quite long in the toddler world. We keep his crayons and coloring books in a drawer he can reach and at least once a day I find him coloring at the table.<br />
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He loves to pretend to be characters (and people) he likes, such as Puss in Boots, Nausicaa, Darth Vader, Tron, Captain America, Jasper, Gideon, and my favorite Adam. When he pretends to be Adam he has to gel his hair, wear undies, and call me "sweetie."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bJFBpB432tsNzfLKsZ6wII9KjF7FCjxctk0HoA9I_H_2MpUvbeyZwXeIKXVQEPGbEHT9G1mb7P9V3x6n_LvxB1aw_mOTRqToCxLzUSyT-usKilgHCVKMmiOAR1n_61PTa6HF3CDxvErr/s1600/IMG_2494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bJFBpB432tsNzfLKsZ6wII9KjF7FCjxctk0HoA9I_H_2MpUvbeyZwXeIKXVQEPGbEHT9G1mb7P9V3x6n_LvxB1aw_mOTRqToCxLzUSyT-usKilgHCVKMmiOAR1n_61PTa6HF3CDxvErr/s320/IMG_2494.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
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He enjoys going to parks around Seattle, and loves Nature School. His favorite color is blue. His favorite food is vegetables (yep, I'm lucky I know), "Mickey-mac," pizza, and kimchi + bop. He still hates peanut butter and can't understand why anyone would eat it. </div>
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He calls me Kate and Katie about half the time. He hums and sings all through-out the day (with a very eclectic mix of Gotye, Children's Hymns, and movie soundtracks.) He enjoys "helping" me cook. He is generally a good big-brother but certainly likes to keep us guessing on that subject. I'm grateful for him and his antics that keep me on my toes and add variety to my days.<br />
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Time is such a strange thing.
Time can fly, and drag, and cease to exist. And yet it passes predictably, second by second, minute to minute, hours, days, weeks, months, and years.
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Just two and half months ago every day felt longer than the Great Wall. Now, time is a silky scarf that brushes quickly against my skin as it flutters by. It is elusive to my grasping hands that want to hold said scarf, keep it still, bunched up, and hidden in my hands.</div>
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I hold my baby girl and she smiles, charming her way into a place in my heart that will only be for her. I look at my little boy, who not long ago was a baby himself, he's humming the Star Wars theme as he plays. Oh, how I love them. I wish that time would take a nap, stop running around all the time, and just hide in my hands until I felt it was time to move again</div>
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</tbody></table>katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-67746973403056135202012-03-20T10:24:00.000-07:002012-03-20T10:24:26.806-07:00A ShowerI have the most wonderful friends. I never thought I would have such amazing and giving women for friends when I moved to Seattle. Four of these said friends threw me a baby shower that could have been featured in a magazine. Take a look.<br />
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1- A very loving, merciful, generous, and attentive Father in Heaven<br />
2- The best helpmeet I could ever have dreamed of, who also happens to be my best friend and soulmate.<br />
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3- My darling, hilarious, wonderful J.<br />
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4- My family members by blood and by law. Every single one.<br />
5- Those that I have called (and most that I still call) friend.<br />
6- My membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and how it has changed the way I live my life.<br />
7- To be pregnant (no matter what the outcome is), to even have the chance of adding another member to our family is enough. (Yes friends, I am pregnant, 17 weeks at this point. I had planned to announce it on this blog in an oh so clever way but I'm too worn out).<br />
8- The many experiences I have had, am having, and will have in the future that make me a better, more empathetic, and understanding person. The experiences that help me figure out who I really am, what makes me me, and what my purpose on this earth is.<br />
9- This beautiful, ever-changing, painful, inspiring world. It is in sum a beautiful world. I am grateful to be here.<br />
10- Hope, through the one and only savior, Jesus Christ.<br />
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The list could go on but for the sake of your time and mine, we'll end it there today.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-47697523471447767262011-10-31T22:04:00.000-07:002011-10-31T22:04:24.923-07:00halloween knightThought I'd better post something before October ended... A lot has been happening in our lives lately but before we address all that (if we ever address it), I thought a nice relaxing post of pictures would be just right, and let's face it that's what YOU want too!<br />
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Due to some very understandable procrastination on my part I had to throw together a costume for J in a day... luckily it wasn't difficult and probably didn't take more than 2 hours total (including all the trips to Goodwill, Savers, and Joann's). <br />
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J wore said costume at a Stake Trunk-or-Treat and tonight when we joined some very awesome friends for dinner and trick-or-treating. Luckily we didn't go with our original costume idea of Hermes because the night air was more than nippy. All our love to you dear friends and family and our hope that you have/had a happy Halloween.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3188767527113813338.post-44384670117053598412011-09-16T17:06:00.000-07:002011-09-16T17:06:52.730-07:00color gameSo we often play a color game with J. when we go for walks around the neighborhood. The game is pointing out a car and asking J. what color it is (yeah, really original right? ;) ). He's gotten really good at it, he often mixes up silver and white, but that's an easy mistake.<br />
There is a car that is always parked in our neighborhood and it's a bit tricky so I was hesitant to point it out but one day I did and I got a surprisingly insightful answer. This is the car:<br />
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And the answer was without any hesitation: cheese! You might not be able to tell from the photo but that orange color on the top looks A LOT like the color of a nice sharp cheddar. Nice job little guy. Now whenever we pass it J points out the cheese car.<br />
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Another update, J. loves Wallace & Gromit. First time he's ever sat still for an entire 30 minutes (excluding time eating of course), eyes glued to the screen. He has good taste.katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15421261792199087348noreply@blogger.com2