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31.1.20

All snug like a bug

Tonight, right at bedtime, Little Viking Girl decided she wanted to sleep in her play tent.

Naturally, Hulk decided he wanted to do that too.

So J took out their sleeping bags and set them both up in the tent.



And that's what happened tonight.

:)

Goodbye January.

29.1.20

Look ma! No training wheels!

Hulk passed a childhood milestone yesterday and let me take the training wheels off of his bike - for good!


He is so proud of himself :)
I am pretty proud of him too.

I can't remember ever not knowing how to ride a bike. Some of my earliest childhood memories are riding my bike next to my dad while he runs. My parents tell stories about how I would ride my bike around our apartment while they studied for school.

Teaching Hulk how to ride a bike is one of the hardest things I have done as a parent. I couldn't understand why he could not push the pedals of his bike around to propel himself forward. Hulk is generally un-coordinated, so it really should not have been a surprise. And he goes at his own pace, if you try to rush him I swear he just slows down.

It's so frustrating.

But when teaching him to ride his bike, he would get going and J and I would become really excited because FINALLY he was moving but then Hulk would intentionally stop the bike so he could talk to us. And we would groan and say, "buddy, you can talk AND ride at the same time!"

That was two years ago.

Last year we tried taking his training wheels off because we thought he was ready but he didn't have the confidence yet and after one unsuccessful try he refused to touch his bike again until we put the training wheels back on.

The training wheels on Hulk's bike are nifty in that you can raise or lower them. After the failed attempt to remove them we raised one of them so that it only touched the ground if the bike tipped. A few weeks ago I raised the other training wheel. That same day I mentioned to Hulk that he hadn't used his training wheels at all (they hadn't touched the ground while he was riding) except for when he turned.

I think that excited him and gave him confidence because he agreed to have his training wheels taken off and it's just been a matter of finding the time to take them off and do a practice ride with him.

Yesterday, the stars aligned in his favor.

I helped him the first time he started on his own but after that he had the confidence and ability to do it by himself.



27.1.20

Nicknames

I don't like sharing my kids' names on social media - it gives them a bit of anonymity while I blast everything else about their lives with photo evidence.

So I use their nicknames.

Hulk is my first baby. He was huge (over eight pounds two weeks early). He's intelligent, clever, likes to ask questions (like a good scientist), and has a temper that comes out with a flip of a switch at which point his face turns pinkish purple. Not green, I know, but close enough to earn him the moniker. In his anger he can become destructive and will say and do things that he will later claim he never did because he doesn't remember doing them. He also enjoys solitude, preferring to create and play on his own than with other kids.

Little Viking Girl was born with beautiful and coveted red hair. Shortly after she was born I read the book "The Year of Living Danishly". At the end of the book, the author/narrator has a little boy with red hair and the nurses in the hospital congratulate her on her "viking boy". I thought that was cute and started using "my little viking girl". She's lived up to the name. She's wild and energetic, doesn't take no for an answer, and takes what she wants. She fiercely rules our home. We also call her monkey because she climbs everything and loves to hang upside down.

Baby #3 is five months old and we finally came up with his nickname. To be honest, we haven't been actively searching for one rather trusting that the inspiration would come on its own. He is happy, sweet, cuddly, and big. The first things I noticed about him after he was born were how big his hands and how wide his shoulders are. Seriously, if I believed in football he'd be a good lineman. His only main interests are eating and sleeping - if he's not doing, one he'll happily do the other. He has been the easiest baby, the best sleeper, and is such a comfort to have around with his sweet happy spirit. So we've decided to call him "Teddy" after the warm, comforting, friendly, chubby teddy bear.

26.1.20

Baby Steps (metaphorically)

Two Sundays ago I received a really nice phone call from my son’s Primary teacher. She told me how impressed she was with how well my son knew the story of Nephi and how Nephi and his brothers went back for the plates and everything that happened. Apparently he even acted it out during class. She also wanted to compliment my husband and I on how well we’ve taught our son. Now, I’m not telling you this story to boast or to demonstrate how super righteous my family is. I am telling you that I appreciated this phone call because I had no idea that my son knew the story of Nephi or even knew who Nephi was. Sure, we read scriptures as a family and my husband and I will ask my son about the stories but his patented response is, “I don’t know!” And usually it’s given while he is distracting himself with a different book or playing with a toy that we’ve asked him to put down numerous times so he can pay attention and participate. 


In the moment, sitting with our son, I often feel very frustrated because I don’t think that he’s retaining any of the information that we are trying to teach him. In the moment, I don’t believe what I am doing is affecting the future. But as those little moments build on each other, things do change. 


About 200 years ago there was a family that was trying their best to live righteously. They would  read the Bible, listening to different ministers, and sharing their thoughts with each other. At the time, none of them knew the impact these seemingly insignificant actions would have in the preparing of a Prophet. 


Eventually, one of the children, a young boy, went into the woods to ask God, in humble prayer, for knowledge. He prayed with the full intent and purpose to act upon what he received. In response to his prayer, that boy, just 14 years of age, received what is known today as the first vision. And I quote, “I saw two Personages whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other - This is My Beloved Son, Hear Him!”


The church we participate in today is a direct response to that vision. That boy was the prophet Joseph Smith. He later faced many difficulties throughout his life. Even in giving that prayer Satan attempted to stop him. Joseph was enveloped by darkness just before he was delivered by the appearance of God the Father and Jesus Christ. Despite everything he faced, Joseph Smith persevered until he ultimately gave his life to the enhancement of this, God’s church.


As I was preparing for this talk I read an article by President M Russell Ballard in this month’s Ensign titled, “How the Lord Prepared the World for the Restoration”. To summarize the article, the restoration of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ was not brought about by one moment but “in fact, the Lord’s preparation to restore the fullness of His gospel in the last days began before the earth was created.” Heavenly Father knew what would happen and he planned ahead and prepared for the restoration. God knew that after the gospel was lost from the earth that it would take hundreds of years to prepare the earth again. God also knew it would take countless people unknowingly performing numerous important tasks to inspire a 14 year old boy to go to a grove of trees outside Palmyra, New York and ask his Heavenly Father which church was true.  


At the end of last General Conference, President Russell M Nelson referenced that this spring will mark the 200th anniversary since Joseph Smith’s first vision and said that he hopes “that every member and every family will prepare for a unique conference that will commemorate the very foundations of the restored gospel.” He then provided some questions that we may choose to use to guide us in our preparations such as, “‘How would my life be different if my knowledge gained from the Book of Mormon were suddenly taken away?’ or ‘How have the events that followed the First Vision made a difference for me and my loved ones?’” 


From recent experience, I have witnessed the difference the knowledge of the gospel can make in our lives. I recently lost two cousins. One on each side of my family and within a month of each other. My cousin who was raised in the church, his parents, while they are deeply said for his loss and they miss him, they feel peace and comfort from knowledge born in the Plan of Salvation. My cousin who was not raised in the church, his parents do not have that same peace in the knowledge of the gospel.


Now President Nelson’s questions were just suggestions and he went on to encourage us to “select [our] own questions. Design [our] own plan. Immerse [ourselves] in the glorious light of the Restoration.” He also promised that as we do “general conference next April will be not only memorable; it will be unforgettable.” Essentially he asked us “what can we do today to prepare ourselves for this future event?”


During the 2018 General Women’s Session of General Conference, President Nelson invited us to read the Book of Mormon between then and the end of the year. Essentially we had three months to read the entire book. At the time I only had two kids and while I wasn’t faithful about reading every night I was able to finish the Book of Mormon while also marking the verses that reference the Savior. 


After our latest General Conference I decided that I wanted to complete this challenge again. It soon became apparent that because of the addition of a third child and the change in demands and routine that his birth created that I was not going to be able to finish the Book of Mormon by the end of the year. So I thought, “that’s ok, I’ll finish it by the next General Conference.” But by the New Year just a few weeks ago, I had only read part way through 1st Nephi. If it had taken me three months to get that far, going at that same rate I was not going to complete the Book of Mormon in the next three months until General Conference. So I decided that it wasn’t important “how” I read the Book of Mormon as long as I spent time each day listening to the Book of Mormon. I like to watch or listen to material as I wash dishes or fold laundry and I decided that I would start listening to the Book of Mormon as well. 

It’s not my favorite way to read the Book of Mormon with half my attention diverted by whatever it is I’m doing. I don’t listen to the Book of Mormon all the time and I can only concentrate on listening for a few chapters in a row; I can’t easily pause to think over verses or highlight and write notes, but I am spending more time with the Book of Mormon. And I think that’s the important part, at least right now. I am trying to show my gratitude for the Book of Mormon especially as we come upon this special anniversary of Joseph Smith’s first vision. 


Elder Michael T. Ringwood, a General Authority Seventy, recently gave a BYU devotional that taught that God’s purposes for us will not be thwarted by others [or ourselves] when hard, stressful, or unfair things happen in our lives.


In 2nd Nephi 2:24 we learn “all things have been done in the wisdom of him who knoweth all things” and in Romans 8:28 “all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose.”


I love setting goals but I also understand that it’s ok if goals change. We’ve passed the point in the New Year that those of us who had made New Year’s Resolutions have probably already broken most of them. And that’s ok. Like with my attempts to find time to read the Book of Mormon, I had to review what the purpose of my goal was and adjust and fine tune it to meet my present circumstances. It’s ok if things don’t follow your original plan, there’s a larger picture that only Heavenly Father can see and we are in his hands. At times we may feel overwhelmed or that the little efforts we are making to change or draw closer to Heavenly Father are fruitless - especially when it seems like our resolutions have failed. But, I know our efforts are blessed even if we don’t recognize the effect or blessings received. 


President Howard W. Hunter stated that, “developing spirituality and attuning ourselves to the highest influences of godliness is not an easy matter. It takes time and frequently involves a struggle. It will not happen by chance, but is accomplished only through deliberate effort and by calling upon God and keeping his commandments.” He again went on to say that, “part of our difficulty as we strive to acquire spirituality is the feeling that there is much to do and that we are falling far short. Perfection is something yet ahead for every one of us; but we can capitalize on our strengths, begin where we are, and seek after the happiness that can be found in pursuing the things of God.”


I know for myself, that when I have that feeling that there is so much to do and that I am falling short it is overwhelming and is as if there is a great weight upon my chest. But Elder Ringwood taught during his devotional that Heavenly Father has given us all the tools that we need even: The Light of Christ, Commandments, Agency, Jesus Christ, Grace, the Holy Ghost, and a Living Prophet.


President Nelson’s council is to “select [our] our questions, design [our] own plan, and act on any of these invitations to prepare [ourselves] for sharing the important messages of the ongoing Restoration.” Our Prophet also promised that “as [we] seek Jesus Christ in these efforts, God will prepare [us] to receive further light. It is [our] personal preparation that will help April’s general conference become for [us] not only memorable but unforgettable. The time to act is now.”  


Like teaching my son the story of Nephi and his brothers, our small efforts now may not seem like they will have much impact on the future but they do. Our Heavenly Father sees our efforts. He knows the impact and he loves each of us and he blesses those efforts. I am looking forward to hearing from the Prophet this coming Spring and I know that as we each heed his council our lives and our righteous actions will be blessed. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and that he saw Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I know that the Book of Mormon is scripture that was brought forth for our time.

25.1.20

Basketball

The Campbells are a basketball playing family. They like watching and participating in most sports but I believe that they enjoy basketball the most.

Also J, his brother, and his dad have all coached basketball at various middle and high school levels.

Hulk has no hope.

J got it into his head that he really wanted to sign Hulk up for basketball this year. I was lukewarm at best about the idea because while he does great at soccer practices, getting him ready on game day is difficult. He does not want to go.

He's not very aggressive, he doesn't like making mistakes which means he doesn't like trying, he doesn't like running because it makes you breathe heavy, and he just wants to play legos in his room or play minecraft.

He really likes playing minecraft and is constantly asking to play it. But I am terrified that he'll end up a 20 year old who hasn't graduated from high school and is living on my couch playing video games.

Not that I'm referencing a particular brother of mine or anything.

THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU, ERIK.

Anyways, I just couldn't picture him playing basketball. And J works Saturdays which would mean that I would have to take him to the games and maybe the practices too (depending on when they were held) with two other kids in tow.

It seemed like something that J really wanted me to do because he liked the idea but he wasn't going to be able to get any other enjoyment out of it and it was going to be a lot of work for me. So he worked out the practices so that he could coach the team (originally, practices were going to be held before he got off of work) and he scheduled his PTO for a few hours each Saturday so he could go to the games.

There have been four games so far.

I think he's a better basketball player than a soccer player.

He's more aggressive and he's more willing to try to score points for the team.

But it could also be how the sport is played at this age.

I don't know.

But, I do know that he enjoys it a lot more than soccer. There's a lot less complaining and he'll ask J if they can stay after the game to practice together.

Which I think is super cute :)

Right before the first game

And I only read a book when he's sitting on the bench, not while he's playing because that's how I feel about basketball (and most sports). ;)

23.1.20

Pinewood Derby round #2

J and I know our way under the hood of a car but that knowledge is ironically useless when building a pinewood derby car.

Fortunately we have a friend who loves building pinewood derby cars and is willing to let us use his drill press and table saw. Because the only power tools we have are a drill, a dremel, and a chainsaw.

And I can't picture having my six year old make a pinewood derby car with a chainsaw.


J and Hulk designed the car, our friend (pictured above) helped make it a reality and then J and Hulk painted and finished the car. I think it looks pretty awesome and I hope that Hulk has a fun time racing it next weekend.

But lets be honest, in his six-year old mind it's only fun if he wins...

22.1.20

Five Months


This big (little) guy turned five months <3

We love him to pieces and I threaten to eat his chubby cheeks several times a day.

He is happy and sweet and so easy to make laugh. His older siblings love him.


The other day, when I went to get him after his nap Hulk and Little Viking Girl climbed into his crib instead. 

Today, while getting him ready for bed Little Viking Girl climbed into his crib and he looked at her and just started laughing. He loves his older siblings too. 

12.1.20

Sunday Evening Thoughts

I've been dealing with depression since returning to Ohio.
And when I'm depressed (as with all depressed people) I turn into myself and I don't like reaching out. Or talking. Or writing. 

I don't like sharing about myself to begin with. My grandfather once described me by saying that "[I] like to play [my] cards close to [my] chest."

Which is absolutely true. But I want to be better at journaling. I want to be better at sharing with my kids. 

It's just hard to have the motivation to sit down and write about where we are at in our lives right now when I am hating my life.

On a more positive note, J signed Hulk up for Basketball. 
I was opposed. 

Hulk isn't aggressive or into sports. He's not athletically inclined and would prefer to hole himself up in his room to draw or play with legos. We fight with him to play soccer and I didn't want to fight with him over basketball too. It takes up a whole school evening and Saturday mornings. 

But basketball means a lot to J and his family. So he compromised with me and took time off of work so he could coach Hulk's basketball team and be there for the games on Saturday (J works Saturdays). I still go to the games but I don't have to take Hulk to practice during the week so it takes some of the load off of me.

And I think they're both happy which makes me happy :)

5.1.20

PDX Carpet: The blog post you did not ask for because you did not want it

For Oregon locals, whenever we (should I use the term we here since we now live in Cincinnati??) fly through the Portland International Airport (PDX) we take a picture of our feet. 

The point of the picture isn't our stylish sock and sandal shoe wear, the point is the carpet.

It's unique. It's ugly to the point that it's cool. And Oregonians are so proud of it, there is even a wikipedia post, an online store, and several Etsy sites. My favorite is the leggings.

The original carpet was put in during the 1980s and had the bright teal that was characteristic of that time period. The designers wanted to create something iconic the could represent the Northwest (but at this point I'm just word vomiting from that wiki post I linked).

What ever its original intent, my family uses it as a way to let each other know that we've made it through security and are on our way out or that we've gotten off the plane when on our way into Oregon.

It's a fun tradition.

Dec 2019 - headed back to Ohio

Dec 2019 - just landed in Oregon

Jan 2019

Aug 2018

Aug 2017
Aug 2016

Jan 2016

Dec 2015

3.1.20

PDX Carpet Thoughts

We chased planes on New Year's Eve to be back in Ohio with J.

While I always love going to Oregon, this trip was bittersweet and reminiscent of our impromptu trip to Oregon this same time last year for my Grandfather's funeral.

I am grateful to my parents for making it possible to spend Christmas in Oregon. I am grateful for my extended family and the love we have for each other. With the exception of three cousins and J, all of us where there for my cousin's funeral. Which is impressive considering the size of my family.

I know that we have a Father in Heaven who loves us. I know that Christ lived, and died, and lived again for us. His birth is the reason we celebrate and it is because of Him that I will be with my family forever.

On the way home J asked if being in Oregon for the holidays was worth traveling with three kids by myself. I think it was worth it this time but I don't want to do it again.


2.1.20

Hating on January

An excerpt from my January 2018 journal because I just can't with this month:

January is the worst month in the history of months.
There. I said it.
There are no "fun" major holidays. There's MLK Jr. Day. Which is a great holiday, but it's more of an educational holiday. Nothing gets blown up and no one gets presents. We did go to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. Which was awesome. But not five-year-old friendly. (everyone should go, just not little kids)
There's also New Years, but that's more of a December 31st holiday because you stay up until midnight celebrating and then you go and sleep the rest of the day.

January just lasts forever.
And it's cold.
And you are getting over the post Thanksgiving and Christmas (and New Years) holiday slam.
You "have" to put all of the holiday decorations away.
You have to go back to work after having time off.

Nearly half of our family members have birthdays in January.
So when we budget for Christmas we also have to budget for January birthdays.
Because if you try to get the person who's birthday is in January a really nice Christmas gift instead and say "it's a combined birthday/Christmas gift", they will let you have it for the rest of your life.
Seriously.

It's the worst.
I'm sorry January, you are the Monday of months.
Unless there's lots of snow and then we get to go sledding and build snow forts and snow people and drink hot chocolate next to a warm fire.
That's the only good thing that ever happens in January.

That and Hulk lost his first tooth.

He's uber excited. :)