Thursday, January 17, 2013

Out Trip To California!

We left Thursday the 17th and the next morning took a carefree walk in the sunshine to Disneyland. No, we didn't visit - just shopped at Downtown Disney and enjoyed the sunshine:

Then we went to Santa Monica Pier:















And ate at Buba Gumps! 


We went to Six Flags the next day:


This was my face when I saw how scary the ride was we were in line for! I am happy to say I lived but not without thoughts of dying the whole time!






And then the next day we hit the beach:

It was SUPER cold so we did a lot of playing in the sand. James and Alex did venture in later - the rest of us opted not to!

And here we are riding the shuttle from the Salt Lake airport back to our car - which had a dead battery. Back to the cold and reality:

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Alex's BIG day of trouble!

So Saturday was  a CRAZY day. ALL DAY LONG DRILL COMPETITION. No, not one that I sat at, cheered loud and ran around helping the drill team with make-up and gluing the jewels back on their shoes. No. This was the FUNDRAISER that required BOTH parents there from 6 am until late all day Saturday. (Not to mention I sat collecting money Friday night from 4:00 to 9:00 pm) It was our drill teams fundraiser to raise money for nationals. 
It was long. It was boring. James and I were assigned security at the bottom of the stairwells to make sure boys/men and those not authorized to go upstairs with the teams, didn't. Ten hours of guarding the stairwell and then it was clean up, clean up, clean up.
LONG DAY.
Alex and Rylee were home with Kambree - who had come home for the wedding the day before but had a date that afternoon. I gave strict instructions to check in and let me know where everyone was. Alex had a basketball game at one that I had Kambree take him to and from and around 3 he told me he was going to his friend, Ethan's house. 
Around six I asked everyone to check in. Ry did. No answer from Alex.
At 7:30 I tried again. Again no answer from Alex. 
I called home. No answer.
At nine I started getting nervous. I called Ry who told me that she thought he was going sledding. I called the friend where he was at last and they said he left at 4:30 with two other boys. I called my sister to check the sledding hill and if she had seen him? I called the first boy's family and they said that he had been at our house until 8 but was home now. I text Alex and told him I was coming home at ten to find him if I hadn't heard from him and at about 9:50 pm I got a text. "home" was all it said.
I called and gave him an ear full and told him to take his bath and to write down everything he did during the day - to account for where he had been and then to write about why he didn't communicate, why he broke the rules (having friends over when we weren't home) and what his consequence should be. 
Oh. Boy.
He confessed he had been on the computer, playing X-box at Ethan's, hacked into Austin's X-box and played at home with Soren and was so involved in gaming that he couldn't answer the phone nor did he have his cell phone on him.
Disappointed just isn't the right word. 
James came up with the plan that he needs to manage his own life. Figure this out for himself. I'm not sure he has the skill set he needs to do this and I was furious. 
Furious that he had me so buffaloed. That I believed him. That he was playing "lego's" all this time and Ethan's. And furious that James is saying "Let him figure this out if he can play video games and balance the rest of his life, then so be it."
Alex thinks he can do it but he doesn't think I believe he can.
I told him I didn't and I challenged him to prove me wrong!
I guess we will see how this new "Alex take charge of your life" plan goes. What do we have to lose? It's not like any other plan is working, is it? 

Friday, January 11, 2013

Troy's & Sarah's Wedding

Friday January 11th 2013
It was a very casual yet super classy affair.
Joseph Smith Memorial Building.
VERY snowy cold day.

Sitting together before the ceremony:
After the ceremony exchanging rings:



The lovely brunch:
 Austin balancing the napkin on his head and thinking he looks like a Pope. 



The temple is out this window and I wanted to get a nice picture of my kids.  
Not only did I not get the temple - due to the glare - I could not get my kids to cooperate all at the same time for a nice picture. 
I'm hoping my cousin, Michelle - the real photographer - had better luck?






I cried through the ceremony. Why? I don't know. I was so happy for them so they were tears of joy but dang! Weddings make me cry.


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My Birthday Gifts

Today is my birthday.
44 years old.
Eeeks.
I wanted to record some of my birthday "gifts".
First off, my daughter, Kambree hid a gift away in my office before she went back to school on Sunday. It wasn't anything big - 5 little hand sanitizers replacements from Bath and Body Works - but the true gift was that she thought of me and made an effort to leave a little surprise that she planned days in advance. 
Next I picked James up from the airport and that was a birthday gift in it's self to have him home for the next 12 days. He also took me to Best Buy and bought me a new Kindle that is suppose to be easier to read and lights up. This is a gift to him and me - so he can sleep while I read - but really it's a sweet gift from him because I know how he gets sort of exasperated when I'm caught up in a good book.
We went to lunch with my parents and they are such a gift to me. They are my support, especially with James working 16 days straight. They have bailed me out figurative - like running my kids to basketball games when I have to be at drill competitions and literally - like when I had a flood in the basement this summer. They bought me lunch and gave me a gift certificate to Bath and Body works. 
My girlfriends are truly gifts to me. What would I do without them?  I had lunch with Amy on Tuesday, going out for pedicures and lunch with the Jan's and Amy tomorrow, going to lunch with Sara and Amy on Tuesday. (Amy says she loves being my friend because we get to go out to lunch so much!) And I have pending plans with Christy and another Amy. Because you can't have 5 lunches in one day - my birthday lasts so much longer!
My sister is a gift to me. I feel so bad for people without sisters. I'm so grateful I have one. She and I are having lunch at the end of the month too - it's the only time we could swing with our crazy schedules - we will probably go shopping and to lunch. The gift of time with each other is what I'm looking forward to the most.
I had two out of three brothers call to wish me happy birthday. The third I talked to numerous times today but he's getting married in two days so I am giving him the gift of being off the hook for not wishing me a happy birthday - besides he's giving me the gift of a sister in law on Friday.:)
And because of facebook I received the gift (and am still receiving) of many, many happy birthday wishes and kind words from my facebook friends. All day long my phone has been dinging. 
I've gotten texts too and a phone call from my sister/cousin Michelle. 
Alex came up tonight and gave me a gift of gratitude: 
"Mom, I am going to tell you what I am thankful for to give you birthday present. I am thankful for you. That you love me and take such good care of me. I am thankful for your skills cooking. You are the best mom I ever had."  And then I got a big hug and a kiss right on the forehead. 
All my children are gifts. They may tease me and tell crude jokes and stories that they know irritate me, but they're really good kids. Austin shaved this past week - and hasn't since November 1st. Boy was that gift to see his cute face instead of him looking like a homeless teenager. My children make me so proud. I know I complain about how busy they make me, but it's all for good things, dance, swimming, drill, basketball, ski program, homework, church stuff. I don't think anything beats the gift of children trying to do their best and staying out of trouble. (Or at least trying to stay out of trouble!)
Of course my Heavenly Father gave me (and all of us) the gift of eternal life and the ability to return to live with him some day, all because of the gift of his son, Jesus Christ. 
Truly the best gift of all.



Monday, January 7, 2013

Ukraine Christmas!

It was so cold and awful outside that it was a perfect day to make Borscht. I didn't tell Alex, I just wished him a Merry Ukraine Christmas that morning and off he went to school.
I decided to stop at European Tastee's for a few Ukraine candies and I grabbed a few more things to add to our dinner. So the menu consisted of:
Borscht
Vereniki's 
Perushki's
Meat Paste (Gross)
Bread
Cucumbers
Sunflower Candy 
Juice
Ukraine cookies and candy
Alex was at swimming until six but he was so HAPPY to see this spread.
He said the prayer over the food and thanked God for my "skills".
He also thanked me about 5 times and gave me about 5 extra hugs.




Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Art Of Thinking....

Well? I think I've figured out the basic struggle Alex has.  
He. Does. Not. Think.
Not like you and I think.
He thinks only about the next 20 minutes of his life and how he can get through it, make it as fun as possible and/or exert the least amount of work or effort possible and then get back to trying to find something fun/entertaining to do. 
Not thinking explains why he does a crappy job at his chores and despite getting called back time and time again to do it correctly and even getting assigned extra chores as a consequence - he continues to do it. Daily.  
It explains why he loses homework assignments he has done, can't remember to turn in papers he has completed, and starts huge homework assignments the night before they're due. He doesn't think ahead. He doesn't think to organize his papers. He doesn't think to write down his assignments or refer to his planner.
He doesn't think to return James' tools.
He NEVER saves any money. The moment he has it, he spends it. Usually on junk food or stupid toys. He never thinks about the future and how nice it would be to have $10 to go play laser tag with his friends. 
He doesn't think to wear an undershirt & long pants when it's 8 degrees outside. (The rule is if there is snow on the north side of our house - the side his bedroom is on - he needs to wear LONG pants, and an undershirt.)
He doesn't think to comb the back of his hair. He can't see it, and doesn't think hair grows back there?
He doesn't think to brush his teeth or wear his retainer. 
He is simply (and I say this in the most loving way) a "cotton headed ninny muggins" (from the movie Elf.) 
He doesn't think ahead, try to figure anything out or think about the future.
He admits when he watches a movie he doesn't ever try to figure out who the killer or bad guy is - he just waits to be entertained. (He was baffled as to why I would even ask him this question.)
No wonder he hates reading. If you didn't think about or imagine what might happen next? How boring.
So, we've started doing that with his reading. I'll stop him and ask why he thinks something happened? Most the time it's "I don't know." and an eye roll then I'll ask him to imagine why, to THINK of what might possibly happen? Sometimes it's very painful and hard for him to think about anything or come up with an idea. But slowly and surely, I think we can get his thinking wheels turning. (If only I had some WD40 to help with the rust that is coating them!)
If he would simply THINK about how doing his jobs over and over is not fun and only takes more time - he would probably do it right the first time?
We've talked about all this and our word for 2013 is THINK!
And not think about unrealistic things like "If I could have super powers....." or "What if there was a robot that did the dishes...." that's imagining not thinking. Thinking is problem solving in the real world. Thinking is thinking ahead and remembering the things he KNOWS he needs to do. That's what is so frustrating! He KNOWS how to do his job, he KNOWS what he needs to do to do well in school. He knows the rules. He knows all of it. He just doesn't think about it. And "I forgot" is his favorite cache phrase. 

I asked him to think about and tell me his perfect day. 
He had NO IDEA.
So we had to break it up into hours. 
1. Wake up
(On time? With an alarm? What do you have to think about to make that happen?)
2. Get Dressed
(Do you have to go back upstairs and change your clothes because they don't match? Aren't warm enough? Or did you THINK about what you need to wear so you do it right the first time?)
3.Go to school.
(What do you have to do at school? What do you need to think about? Listening, taking notes, organizing your papers, handing in your assignments. School take lots of thinking!) 
You get the picture. 
We broke the whole day down like this.
I don't think he realized he had the power to have a perfect day and that it would take thinking ahead and thinking during the moment of choice to make it a perfect day. I could see a little glimmer of a light blub at the end of our very long talk.
(The first thing he said is his perfect day would contain NO LECTURES! So, we went over all the things he has to think about to be lecture free!) 
The next day? So much better. He came home and told me he had an almost perfect day.
(And I didn't deliver any lectures!) 

Later on (the day after our long talk) as I pondered why he is like this, why he simply cannot think about his actions and responsibilities after all this time? Why he wouldn't want to think ahead in a movie, a book or even about his life. (He can not for the life of him come up with anything he'd like to do in the future besides drive really cool cars which at the rate he is going will be an impossibility because he cannot think about how he will earn the money to own such cool cars.)  
He's just here for the here and now. 
I realized that thinking thing through must be a learned skill. One that you learn from an early age and in an environment conducive to cognitive thought and when you are consumed with surviving from an early age how can you think about anything else? 
I told Alex as much.
I told him that I know in Ukraine he had to worry about where his next meal was coming from, how to protect himself from the big guys and basically all his thinking went to just figuring out how to survive. He agreed.  But now that he's home, and safe, and taken care of, (and he has been for almost four years) we need to help him figure out how to think like everyone else does. That it might get irritating that I keep asking him to think but if I keep doing all the thinking for him, he'll never figure it out and keep making the same mistakes over and over. 
He needs to THINK in order to succeed.
THINK.
Thank.
Thunk.

Here's to 2013 and THINKING!!


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

New Years Eve 2012!






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