A few weeks ago we went to the Ranch to blow up a pumpkin. We also went up to help the construction work in the building. We also brought our 169 pound pumpkin to blow up.
Here's the tale..
Setting it up and putting a face on the large pumpkin
The large pumpkin with a face and arms and a ball on his head
The aftermath. See the black mark on the ground? The older boys and Daniel took turns shooting at it. One nephew hit it just right.
Checking out the remains. The third kiddo there on the left is holding the ball that was unscathed by the explosion.
Then it was time for the science fair. I didn't do nearly as much work on this one to deserve a grade. Sam did most of it. He wanted to see how quickly nails would rust in water, salt water, bleach, vinegar and soda. The bleach rusted the most, but the salt water rusted the fastest. Sam came in 19th in the 6th grade. Only the top 13 go on to the next round. Dang!
And with this shot there are a few things I want to share with you.
First, look at my lashes! THEY ARE AWESOMELY LONG! I love them. I want to marry them.
You can see that I need my color re-done on my hair. When Bishops are called they start out with color on their heads and when they are released they are white headed. I didn't think it was supposed to be like that for a RS president. But it's happening. I have a white line going down my part. It's also been almost 9 weeks since it's been colored. But still...
You can also see my lovely Thanksgiving decorations on my table. I no longer decorate. But these were being given to those who wanted. I took what was left. So now I've decorated.
Last Friday and Saturday I got to spend time with some great gals at Time Out For Women. It was so much fun. We ate, we talked, we didn't sleep, we heard great music and listened to great speakers. This tradition was begun last year and I think we're on a roll.
I'm so glad it's almost Thanksgiving. I'm hungry!!
We went to dinner at Burrito Grande and she got to wear the birthday sombrero.
10 years ago today, a mom had a baby girl. You. She knew she couldn't give you all you would need. She placed you in front of the Bo Ai Hospital in FengCheng China. The placement spoke volumes to the love she had for you. You were found and taken to the orphanage around the corner. You were weighed, measured and named. Feng Li Qiu. Beautiful Autumn Thunderclap. The Beautiful and Autumn are a given. Literally. But Thunderclap? You must have had some lungs or a striking personality to get a name like that.
When I got the translation of your name, I KNEW you were mine. My Beautiful Autumn Thunderclap. I knew you'd go nicely with my Handsome Spring Thunderclaps, Isaac and Sam.
On February 16, 2005 I finally held you in my arms. I cried tears of joy as you cried tears of fear and unknown. We spent the next week and a half holding you in our arms. Saying Mama and Baba while pointing to us. Saying Qiu Qiu (ChooChoo) and Ruthie while pointing to you in the mirror. You listened to her brothers' voices on the phone each morning, loving the sound but unsure of what it was.
When we finally got you home, we went to pick up your big brothers. You kept looking at your boys and then looking at me as if to say, "Are they mine? Really mine?". You called them "my boys" for a couple of years.
I always say, and truly believe, that I couldn't have made you more "mine" than if I'd made you myself. Heavenly Father was watching over each of us during this process of bringing our family together.
Ruthann LiQiu, we love you, and are so so so happy you belong to us. Eternally.
We are also so so so very grateful to your birth mom and her great sacrifice to give you an opportunity to live a life she couldn't give you. She loved you so so so very much. I can't wait to meet her and hug her and thank her for giving you life.
Have I told you about Lois H. who I baby sat for and who was very round and who belched a lot?
Back in the early 80's I babysat for a lady who my dad home taught. Her son was Paul and he would record (on his boom box no less) his burps and farts and then play them for me when I would come to babysit. He was a rascally kid. But this isn't about him. It's about his mama. Lois lived in a pink house. At least that's what I remember about it. Everything was pink. And she had lots and lots of shoes. All neatly arranged in her closet in plastic boxes. The furniture was covered in plastic. And her son, well, never mind. Lois drove a little Geo Metro hatchback-type car. I think it was mauve. Geo Metros weren't around back then. Heck, we couldn't even walk away from the wall while on the phone back then! But it was a little itty bitty round car. Did I tell you Lois was a round lady? Well, she was. She was shorter than I, and I am only 5 foot 2. She had an afro-like perm to her head, which just added to the roundness. Any which way you were to look at Lois, she was round. And her legs were very short. She sat so close to the steering wheel in the little round car that her very round, um, -ness, met said steering wheel with magnificence. It was surely a sight to behold. Did I mention the floor in the house was covered in plastic?
Covered in Awesomeness!
Lois H. was a belcher. NO. Not a burper. A BELCHER!! She would rip one out, deep and throaty, and then the funniest thing in the world would occur. In her high pitched Mickey Mouse voice she would excuse herself.
*****BEELLLLCH***** excuse me*****BEELLLLCH***** excuse me*****BEELLLLCH***** excuse me
It was just the doggondest thing ever.
When I burp, pardon me, when I belch, I am most often fond of excusing myself in a high pitched Mickey Mouse voice. Now you know why.
Have you ever been able to look back and see that you were prepared for something?
I look back over my young years and then moving away from home right after high school and then moving back home and then ~viola~ I go on a mission. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over my single years. I was in a singles ward, I went to school, I worked full time, I had good friends, I traveled, I wanted to get married. Then I dated a couple of, well, strange-lings, and I decided that I would always be single if that's what was left for an almost 28 year old. I told my parents that I was finished with dating and began making plans for going back to school, changing my job and working in the temple. Then I met Daniel and I married him. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over the time we were having kids. The pregnancies that could have taken my life. I know it sounds dramatic, but pregnancy and I are literally mortal enemies. Then my OB said that if I had another pregnancy Daniel's second wife would be raising my kids, so I had a tubal ligation. Then I found an adoption agency. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over the time we spent looking at the Marshall Islands to adopt the rest of our family. Everything we did, everywhere we went, everyone we spoke with, led us to the Marshall Islands. While we waited for our US approval to adopt an orphan from the Marshall Islands, the Islands shut down any further adoptions from their country. Our agency suggested China. Then we got to go and adopt our daughter. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over the time spent with my brother Aaron. He was my little buddy. We spent so much time together before Daniel and I met. When Sam was born, he came to the NICU with my mom and dad to see Sam. We have video of him standing at the window and waving to us. Then 16 days after Sam was born, Aaron died. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over the many years we spent waiting and longing for another child to join our family. Priesthood blessings, time spent in the temple, pleading prayers, never knowing when, experiencing a failed adoption and then, in answer to our pleas, we pulled paperwork from both agencies and chose to be parents to 3. Then we have been able to focus so intensely on our 3 during some rough patches in each of their young lives. And I had been prepared for it.
I look back over people I've met, friends I've made, callings I've had and decisions that have needed to be made. I had been prepared for every one. I was just called as the Relief Society President in our newly made ward. I am looking forward to serving such amazing sisters. I met many yesterday and am so so so excited to get to know them all and serve them!! Then I will experience sorrow, joy, hope, frustration and I will laugh, I will cry and I will grieve. And I know that I will have been prepared for all of it.