Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Updating Your Family Media Rules



Do you have a family media plan?  It's a set of guidelines that your family follows to determine how media will be used in your home.  During the summertime, as a family, we sat down and filled out this Family Media Plan Worksheet to determine what rules will guide how we use media as a family.

Following the suggestion to update family media rules often, we sat down as a family at dinner last night and reviewed, clarified, and restated our family media plan.  I allowed the children to tell me what they remember about our family media plan, and they were able to recall key points.

It's been six months since we created our media plan, and we can already see a need to remind us all what the rules are and re-explore the "why" behind these family rules.  

During our family meeting, we decided to add a specific rule about passwords, which we are hoping will help us in the future by putting it into play now.  Starting in the 4th grade, our schools provide children with iPads, so we felt a pressing need to address how that school iPad will be subject to our house rules--well in advance of Guy receiving it this coming fall.  

We also talked about how our main goal for our family is that each of us will grow to become responsible (from a young age) for protecting our own hearts from the things we will see and hear online and in the world.  

CLICK HERE to access the Family Media Plan Worksheet that we use.

Monday, January 26, 2015

...to be a wonderful Father.



I went to a baby shower over the weekend for my friend, who is having a baby boy.

Scarlett wrote the following card for the expected little boy:


I love that her "wish" for the baby is that he will grow up to "be a wonderful father!"

Being a parent, loving, teaching, and providing for your children is the most worthwhile goal, and I'm so glad that my child feels that this is a noble (and normal) wish to wish for a baby's future as well.  The Family Proclamation teaches us that, "The first commandment that God gave to Adam and Eve pertained to their potential for parenthood as husband and wife."...and that "Children are an heritage of the Lord."

I love my children.  And I'm glad to see that they are beginning to see the pattern of family that God desires for all of His children, that it is not just about "having cute babies" but it is about raising righteous, happy, well-adjusted people who grow up to become good and loving parents as well. It is God's plan, and it is glorious!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

For a Really Bad Day


My sister Dawn gave me this "unbirthday" gift with the instruction to only open it on a really "bad day". Just having it sitting on my shelf has gotten me through most of January, and there have not been any truly rotten days. My kids will say, "Mom, are you having a bad day yet? Let's open the gift now!" My goal is to not open the gift at all this year, and I think I might make it, because every time I see the present it just seems to wink at me and say, "You're not beat yet, keep going, Mama!" And I wink back and say, "You're right." I'll laugh some day if I open it and realize there's nothing in it, but of course it's filled with my sister's love. Thanks, Dawn!!

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Oh, 2015!


If the first few weeks of 2015 has been an indication of what's to come, this is going to be a different kind of year for our family.  Thanks to fate and some plans of our own, we are knee (or neck) DEEP in construction over at our house.

Steve, ever the handy man, and our team of designers and helpers have been hard at work, dreaming and scheming ways to make our house our own.  It's been fun, but I'm sure it's about to get challenging...especially given the fact that we currently do not have a staircase going up to the kids' rooms!  


We've never had a situation like this before, where we have so many home construction projects going on at once, but I'm sure we'll make memories doing it together as a family...as a team.


I'm working hard on my own personal goals, and that along with being a Mom and all of the personal responsibilities that I have are keeping me pretty busy.  But the few goals that I have set for myself this year have already served me well a few times over.  So I happy about the direction in which I am heading.  Remember:

“One can have no smaller or greater mastery than mastery of oneself.” 
― Leonardo da Vinci


Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Tony Chestnut


Finally, the day has come. My kids are going back to school and I'm bawling. It's been a very long holiday for us, with lots of family time, ending in a funeral for a great, great man. I hurried and tried to think of something profound to say as my children walked out the door this morning. All I could think of was "remember who you are!" And Autumn says in all seriousness, "Oh yeah, I remember, Toe-knee Chest-nut!"

"Tony Chestnut" is a joke my Uncle Johnny used frequently to get a laugh.  He'd say, "Hey, what's your name?"  The person would answer, and then he'd say, no, you're name is "Toe-knee Chest-nut!" and he'd point to the person's toe, knee, chest, and noggin.  The joke was just so silly, you couldn't help but laugh.

What a blessing to take time out of our busy lives to remember who we are, who our people are, and who we are in relation to them.  And to Autumn, this morning, she was Toe-knee Chest-nut!
To Tony Chestnut!!

Sunday, January 4, 2015

1985 LDS Hymnbook


Back in 1985, when the church published the new hymnbooks, our ward didn't have the money to buy all new ones for the whole congregation, so families were asked by the Bishop at the time (my grandpa) to consider purchasing a hymnbook for their family's use.  If you could donate just one, great.  If you could donate more, then do it!  Donated books were inscribed (by my Mom) with the person or family's name and the year: 1986.

It was such a special and wonderful thing to see these new green books appear in the pews!  And we were instructed on more than one occasion from the pulpit on how these books were to be treated.  They were to be used carefully and stored "spine-down" to prevent wear and tear.

Over the years, we have often enjoyed flipping to the front page of the hymnbooks to see whose name is inscribed in the front.  Sometimes the people have moved away or passed on and are remembered with fondness.  Sometimes, the person whose name is there, we haven't seen in a while and we're reminded to seek after their welfare.  Sometimes, the name we see is our own.

So, we're sitting in church this morning, in my home ward, with two of my three sisters, and my sister Dawn realizes that the hymnbook that my daughter is using is the one donated by my parents in behalf of my sisters Dawn and Cara back in 1986.  We took this silly photo just for fun, and remembered all the good times we had together around these books, and flipped through the other hymnbooks nearby looking for more familiar names...a ritual!

Now whenever I visit a chapel and see hymnbooks that are tattered and excessively worn, I get kind of irritated, I guess, and I think, this ward clearly didn't donate these hymnbooks themselves!  If they had, they'd be treating their books like the special gifts they are.  Even now when I go home, our hymnbooks which are now nearly 30 years old, are still in very nice condition, with careful repairs made when needed, and stored spine-down.

I recently heard that new hymnbooks are in the works for the church.  I'm guessing that the financial affairs of wards are different now, and maybe most people will just access the new hymnbooks on their devices, but oh, how there'll always be a place in my heart for these hymnals, bought at personal, financial sacrifice, by members of the Great Lorain Ward!


PS - It's my sisters Cara's 40th Birthday today!
Happy Birthday, Cara!


Friday, January 2, 2015

Uncle Johnny


In my last post, my first post (of the new year) I mentioned that some stories end while others are just beginning.  

One final chapter in our family's history closed officially on Tuesday of this week when my Uncle Johnny died.

At the age of 94, Johnny Ourednik lived a very full life.  An extraordinary life, really.   Kind, generous, a friend to all, a beloved protector of children, a servant of the humble, the disabled, and the fatherless. He was a true angel walking the earth. A true hero. He and his wife Patsy have changed our family forever for the better. Although I know this much to be true about him, probably much of his story cannot be told by me, because I only know part of it, the part that touched me personally and connected with my Mother.  But the faces in the photo above, most of them passed away now, could tell his story very well, I'd imagine.

The people in the picture above are my family.  My Grandma in the glasses seated on the right, my Grandfather next to her, who I never knew because he died when my Mother was a 4-month old baby.  My great-aunt Carol, the child whose back is to us.  And Johnny, front and center, and his wife Patsy who has his arm around Johnny.

There's so much to tell about these great people, as I said before, gathered on this one occasion, eating outside, at a table set so nicely, celebrating the September birthdays in our family...which would include Johnny's.

Johnny and Patsy were my Mom's Godparents.  When my Grandma became widowed with an infant, Johnny and Patsy stepped in and played the role of loving guardian in more ways than I probably know.


Most famously, Johnny took my Mom into town to visit Santa Claus, and when she needed her diaper changed, he simply passed her into the woman's bathroom to the attendant, and the baby was passed back out to him when she was clean again.  

But those aren't the stories that I remember personally.  What I remember always about Johnny is that Johnny always told jokes.  Hundreds of them.

And humor was a magical gift that our family most definitely needed in the face of such tragedy.  I'm sure Johnny developed that gift as his own coping mechanism.  His son Jeffrey was born with a disease (which he later died from) that caused him to spend all of his years confined to a wheelchair.  I remember visiting them as a child and being slightly uncomfortable with Jeffrey's condition.  Johnny told joke after joke, which had punchlines usually set up or told by Jeffrey, which had us all laughing and feeling good before long.

I can't imagine how unselfish a person must be to always be turning the conversation toward the comfort of others.

My favorite memory from that time was that Johnny had a drawer in his back room full of wonderful (to me) treasures.  Sometimes he'd tell us to go back and get his harmonica, and we would.  And he would play all sorts of fun tunes.  This was when we discovered his "laughing box".  It was a small sound box that emitted the most outrageous laughter when turned on.

Somehow, we ended up with this box.  At that time, I owned a beloved doll called "Baby Soft Sounds".  She too had a voice box that made sweet, lovely baby gurgling noises.  One night, my sister and I switched the baby noise box out for the laughing box.  We laughed so hard every time someone new discovered our "laughing" doll.


Four years ago, I interviewed Patsy and Johnny and compiled their favorite jokes in a joke book that I gave to my family for Christmas.  I'm so that I did!  To have his jokes to read and remember is priceless.

Another thing I'll remember about Johnny is how generous he was in all ways.  This was a small demonstration of his generosity, but it happened so often it must be noted, that whenever we visited him, as we said good-bye, he'd press a dollar or some coins into our hands as we parted.  He still does this when my children visit him, and he, as far as I know, was not a wealthy man.

And speaking of children.  His love for them knows no bounds.  I recently called him The Baby Whisperer, because he is so good with babies in particular.


In the last two years, we've dubbed Honor "his girlfriend" because they've been such sweet friends together.  

Here he is letting her steal some fries off of his plate.  


And when we would visit, Johnny often loved to let Honor climb on or push around his walker.  They were just adorable together!



He is always thinking of others' happiness.  That is what is just so magical about him.



This year, we wanted to make a special gift for Johnny and Patsy, so as a family, we found our favorite kid jokes and compiled them in a book.  My children illustrated the pages with pictures to go with each joke.  We had such a good time writing this book and did it over a couple of weeks.  When it was finished, my children would proudly tell their jokes to their friends, over and over again.  And I realized before long, that our gift to Johnny was actually a gift to us.  We laughed more than he probably ever would at these jokes...and again, Johnny and his jokes, were bringing us joy.

This is the first time that I really considered what a powerful thing it is to be able to laugh and to make others laugh.  To remain childlike.  What a gift.


At Thanksgiving, we made it a priority to hand-deliver our joke book to Johnny and Patsy.  They sat and read the jokes aloud with the kids and laughed, although I'm sure we didn't come up with anything they hadn't heard a million times before.  Then we sang them a few songs.  Honor ate the chocolate out of their candy-dishes like a mad-woman.  And then Johnny sang us some of the songs that he knew as a kid.  We felt the spirit that night very strong.  As we drove out of town, we all just felt a goodness and contentedness inside that was undeniable.


Hearing that he had died, I was even more glad that we had gone to visit them so much in the last few years...even though they live 5 hours away from us, we've been able to build our relationship with them through visits and phone calls and letters.

This is a rather incomplete tribute, but I wanted to get something written down, before we head off to his funeral in the coming days.

I said that this chapter, Johnny's chapter, was closing, but really I hope it never ends.  I hope that knowing Johnny has changed me enough to want to bring laughter into the lives of others from here on out, and to value laughter a little more than I have in my life thus far.  To think of other's happiness above my own.  To love with a generosity of spirit that I've rarely seen in others.  I look forward to remembering Johnny with my family this weekend, and I hope that we can all emulate his legacy in the year ahead.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

The Secret to Everything


Happy New Year!

I woke up this morning, slightly groggy, but feeling good about staying up until midnight with my son who was eager to do this grown-up thing!  (No this picture is not from this morning!!) We played the Bean game and watched parts of The Karate Kid II.  Woohoo!  At midnight, he wanted to yell and celebrate.  I've been sick for a week now, so I was a little more low-energy, but today I do want to yell and celebrate, because I know I spent my time doing the right thing last night, which for me was not sleeping, but spending rare alone moments with my little boy, who's getting not-so-little very fast!

It's a new year.  And hopefully, it feels like all roads are open to you, and that 2015 is an open book for you to write.

As time passes, we close some chapters, never to be opened again.  But even, as we watch some stories come to a close, some new ones are beginning.  Isn't life exciting like that?

I was reading the Visiting Teaching message for January this morning which taught that the first attribute that Jesus Christ expressed about himself is that he is God's obedient Son.

I like this quote from Elder D. Todd Christofferson, "As we we walk in obedience to the principles and commandments of the gospel of Jesus Christ, we enjoy a continual flow of blessings promised by God in His covenant with us.  Those blessings provide the resources we need to act rather than simply be acted upon as we go through life...Obedience gives us greater control over our lives, greater capacity to come and go, to work and create."

I know that obedience to God is a true principle that brings great rewards.  I was faced with a decision yesterday that really came down to whether I was going to be obedient to what I know to be true or ignore it.  Probably to most people it would seem like a small thing, but to me, who has a testimony of this principle, it was not a little thing, but an opportunity to be obedient to the Lord.  And when I made the decision, although it meant not doing something fun, I felt freer, than I did before.

For those who are looking at the year ahead and wondering, "How can I improve my circumstances?  How can I have greater control over myself?  How can I get more done in my work, in my home?  How can I increase my creative abilities?

The answer has been provided again and again.  The answer is that, "Obedience gives us greater control over our lives, greater capacity to come and go, to work and create."

Apply this principle in every way that you can in the coming year and you will probably be amazed by doors that will open to you and by the great things you can accomplish as you are obedient to the Lord!

Happy New Year!!




Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Christmas Eve 2014

We had a wonderful Christmas with my parents and my sister and her family who came to visit.  Just had to share a few photos here to mark the great time we had...even though I lost my voice on Christmas Eve and it's still notably missing.

So before we receive one more family visit for New Year's Eve, I thought I'd share some of my favorite moments from Christmas Eve.


First was our annual pancake breakfast...the highlight being that I received a surprise visit from my distant cousin David (pictured on the left of this photo), whom I met while doing family history research 8 years ago.  I haven't seen him since, but I've sent Christmas cards.  So this year, he completely surprised us by paying us a visit on his way down to visit his daughter in North Carolina.  He is so sweet and kind and brought gifts for each child which were so perfect.  He is someone who has Christmas in his heart for sure.  His visit was a true Christmas miracle!


My next favorite Christmas Eve moment was our Christmas Nativity play that we put on as a gift for Steve.  The kids were just soooo cute!


We read part of the article from this month's Ensign called "The Reality of Christ's Birth" or something like that.  I liked reading the prophesies of Christ's birth.


Scarlett played the part of Isaiah.  The looooong beard was her idea.
Reading the scripture off of my phone was mine.  :)


Mary and Joseph were played by Autumn and my nephew Henry.  They sure were smitten with each other.  Mousie (Autumn's beloved stuffed animal) played the baby Jesus and Henry's favorite stuffed animal Eyore played...the donkey, of course.


Later on, Scarlett bagged the beard for angel wings.


Mary and Joseph making eyes at each other.


Henry and Autumn made the star hanging on the wall behind them.


Lots of hugging.


The next favorite thing of the evening was the annual reading of The Littlest Angel by my Dad, which we did after the Nativity.  It's all of our favorite book, which my parents read to us every Christmas Eve growing up.


The funny thing is that he always cries halfway through and cannot finish, so someone else has to read.  Then that person cries and so on and so forth.


As I said, everything is out of order.  This picture of my mom opening my gift is from later in the evening, after midnight to be precise, but I like it so I'm sharing it.  I gave her a door music box like the one we had on our door growing up.


Another photo I just like...ALL OF THE STOCKINGS hung in our hallway.  It was such a blessing to have so many family members and so many children visiting us for Christmas.  This never happens!  The children's faces were just aglow with the magic and anticipation of Christmas Eve.


Earlier in the evening, we did get another special visitor...Santa stopped by to remind the kids to GO TO BED! :)




We love Santa around here.  We love playing Santa.  And we love what Santa reminds us to do...that is to give to others with all our heart.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Christmas in Serbia


Well, Christmastime is really here and so is my family!  This is a super rare treat to have my parents AND one of my sisters and her family of three kids here to open gifts and play with us all the way through Christmas!

I'm off of social media for the week, which has been really refreshing and allowed me to be present for my family.

But I had to post a quick one about our "trip" to Serbia today at lunchtime for our Christmas Around the World celebrations.

In Serbia, they eat "cesnica" which is a round loaf of bread with a silver coin baked inside.  Before the loaf is cut and served, everyone touches it.  The person who received the slice containing the coin will have good luck until next Christmas!

Guess who got the coin??


Yours truly!  And I'm already enjoying the best of luck of all, having my family around me!

Merry Christmas...or (in Serbian) Sretan Bozic!!