Sabino Canyon

Richard decided he wanted us to visit Sabino Canyon this week. We had to wait for the weather to cooperate, but we finally made it today.

We bought tram tickets to give us a ride to the top of the canyon and waited for our turn.

At the top of the canyon we tried hiking a trail but it was so dry and hot and the creek was calling to us, so we decided to get our feet wet instead.

Daniel found a waterfall to climb.

There were superb skipping rocks and smooth water to test your skipping skills.

Paige counted over 20 kinds of wildflowers in bloom. It was a warmer day than we expected, but the creek made it all better.

The Birthday list

I’ve heard it said that true love is when you care for a person for who he is and not for what he does for you. However, when I take the time to look at all the good things that Richard does for our family and for me, his actions and his identity are inseparable. I appreciate him because he does so much, but I love him because of the person he has become through these acts of sacrifice.

Here are a few of the good things that I have observed Richard do over the past 8 days:

He was a merit badge counselor at a Scout event on Saturday and prepared an awesome activity with lasers.

He drove Daniel and another boy to piano rehearsals during his lunch break at the Scout event.

He prepared a talk and was a Stake high council speaker for another congregation on Sunday.

He made dinner for us on Sunday because I was busy feeling devastated about something.

He babysat while I attended a new member fireside.

He went to work each day and one night he stayed up to midnight working from home.

He drove Paige to seminary at 6:40 a.m. each school day.

He conducted Family Home Evening and gathered us for family prayers.

He attended a district Scout meeting before picking up Paige from ballet.

He attended a baseball parent meeting with Daniel.

He ate my brownies and remembered to compliment them.

He babysat while I went to youth activities on Wednesday night.

He washed the windows of the house and enlisted the help of his sons so they could learn to work.

He mowed the lawn.

He organized the garage.

He sprayed the weeds and sprayed for bugs.

He cleaned the back patio.

He chopped up branches from our thorny trees for disposal, also enlisting the sons for help.

He made a movie to show at the youth fundraiser on Friday night.

He helped set up for the youth fundraiser and donated generously.

He helped clean up the fundraiser and mopped the church cultural hall.

He tutored Paige in math for four hours on his day off and smiled about it.

He watched a romantic comedy with me for our date night.

On another night, he took me out to dinner.

He was the first to get up when he heard one of our kids vomiting in the middle of the night.

He went to church meetings which began at 6 a.m. even though he’d been up in the middle of the night with sick children.

He drove a new member to church.

He’s on his way home to take care of the sick kids so I can attend Young Women meeting.

Dear Birthday boy,
I know it's not an ideal day, but I'm sure glad you are here to
share it with me. Happy birthday, Rich. I love you.
-A

Tucson Gem and Mineral Show

The Tucson Gem and Mineral show is the place to awaken your inner child. You can see the sensational and the humble, the flashy and the fossilized. We like to go on the School Day because vendors bring out boxes of rocks for $1 or $2. We give each child $5 and they can collect quite an assortment.

This year they had Geronimo’s rifle and Wyatt Earp’s pistol on display. Mark was simply amazed (wink). We had to wait a full 5 minutes to muscle our way through all the old history buffs to get this photo.

Mark was my buddy and we sifted through a lot of rocks together to find just the right ones.

Richard came with us this year and this means we have some photos of the event. Do you like rocks? You should come next year!

Passing by

Richard and I often lament the opportunities we pass by as we travel, such as the Grand Canyon, Hoover Dam, and even the ubiquitous jerky stands and a quirky ostrich farm or rock shop.

We drive near the Hoover Dam several times a year. Since the bypass was constructed, there is a walkway spanning the canyon which we have never tried… because we’re in a hurry to get home to start the laundry and check our email or something. Somehow these things feel so petty when you begin to walk across the bridge, feeling the swaying and vibrations from traffic and catching the gusts of wind. At least this is what I think I would have felt if I hadn’t been taking care of our dog while the rest of the family had the adventure. I’m not bitter. Heights grow more terrifying with time. And I’m old. There’s nothing like heights to reaffirm that.

I drive though desolate scenes every day, but even here, the desert reminds me that there is depth and beauty for those who look. A coyote runs out in front of the car; a bull emerges near the railroad tracks on a foggy morning; an owl sits calmly on the power line as we race past it to church activities in the evening. Each of these sitings has left me inexplicably rejuvenated.

The key is to keep looking, even when the desert seems so, so barren, because I’m quite certain that it is wonder that rejuvenates and enlivens our souls.

There and Back Again

Paige and Richard at Zion National Park

 

We went away for the weekend. It was a Hobbit-like journey in its surprises and sudden departure. We came back more wise, weathered, and with treasures, too. I spent time in St George, Utah with the women in my family doing temple work, shopping, sewing, watching episodes of Cranford, eating salads, and enjoying Haagen Dazs. Richard and the kids set off on adventures at Zion National Park.

 

Timothy and Grandpa Ross at Zion
Paige, Timothy, and Daniel on the trail
Lost and Found!

After Richard and the kids returned, the kids, wide-eyed told me that Mark had been separated from the group for a while and was lost. He had a walkie-talkie and listened to instructions to yell so he could be found.

Mark said, “Mom, I was lost on Mount Zion.”

I asked,”And what did you learn from your experience?”

“Stay with the Pack!” he exclaimed.

Richard, never letting Mark out of his hands again.

On our return, we merged into our usual activities without much ado. The only hiccup was having to stay up until midnight so we could register Paige for EFY (Especially For Youth camp at BYU) at the first opportunity. Paige has given up on BYU Ballet Intensives. We have not been very happy with them for the past two years.

Let me explain EFY registration to you: Think early. You’ve got to get on the preregistration list in the fall. They will tell you the earliest time you can register, and it’s always some date in January at midnight. (We didn’t think early enough.) Think often. If you don’t get the location and dates you want, check the website often for cancellations. We didn’t get the date we wanted, but the next morning before seminary we checked the website and seized a new single opening on a better date. Hooray!

It seems that all we do lately is add activities to the calendar. We’re currently booked through August.

Winner!

Tim is a member of a large Cub Scout Pack and there is a lot of competition. Timothy’s dome, exposed engine, and lightning on red design really impressed the crowd. Decided by vote by families and Cubs, Timothy received one of the two trophies offered at the pinewood derby:

Nice work, Timothy and Dad!

Timothy the Cub Scout

Timothy has been a busy Cub Scout this month. One morning he took a break from school to lead the pledge at a community breakfast. The color guard was the ROTC from a local high school. It was impressive and quiet Timothy’s voice was clear and strong.

January is also the month of Pinewood Derby preparation. Preparing wheels, axles, and designing a car take a lot of time.

Our kitchen table has been a work bench for the past few weeks. Timothy and Richard finished the car last night.

Wish us luck tomorrow at the Pinewood Derby. His car looks great.

Jobs, not Chores

Around our house we do JOBS, not CHORES. I find that names carry a lot of significance. It’s better be employed in a job than a chore. One implies importance and meaning; the other implies drudgery.

But doggy pick-up truly is a chore. Notice the improvised gas mask.

Running the electric blower is the favorite outdoor job. It’s loud for little ears, so Mark chooses his red ear protection and he’s ready to go.

Here’s the list of the jobs the kids do on Saturdays:

bedrooms: change sheets, clean, dust, and vacuum

help clean bathrooms

vacuum and dust family and living rooms

help with dishes

dust mop the hallways

clean, dust, and vacuum school room

clean up patio and lawn areas

help in the garden or other outdoor tasks

doggy clean up (we usually pay 10 cents per… you know)

wash windows

put away laundry

fold towels or help with socks

One of Richard’s coworkers gave him a Wii because she felt sorry for us, the only family on the planet without computer games. It is not something we planned on purchasing, but we decided that since we have one, we will let the kids play it one day per week (Saturdays) after the jobs are finished.

I hope the Wii doesn’t take over our lives.

I worry that it will.

I really don’t like the Wii.

Our Christmas time Baby

Timothy celebrates a birthday on Christmas week. I have a good friend who has a theory that people most enjoy the season in which they were born. If this is true, it wouldn’t be difficult for Timothy to love his birthday season with its generosity of spirit, lights, and hot cocoa. However, having a birthday so close to Christmas, it is a challenge to organize a party. Our solution for the past few years has been to leave the party games and food to Peter Piper Pizza.

I embroidered a hat for each guest.

Timothy’s friends ranged in age from 5 to 15. Timothy is irresistible; he is handsome, brave, generous, quiet, a good listener, funny, and a very good friend.

Games and pizza made for some happy friends.

 

 

Christmas memories

I think we will remember this Christmas for all the company we kept. In the week leading up to Christmas, we stretched ourselves and visited folks, went caroling (I played the fiddle); we threw two birthday parties, and were lucky to see Sarah and Bryan. We finished a puzzle during their visit.

Here we are at Christmas dinner, the kids at the bar and the adults at the table. We had the missionaries join us.

The missionaries were good to play with our boys.