Wednesday, April 29, 2015

8 Ways Pinterest Changed Parenting Forever

Is it just me, or is childhood a whole lot more... let's say, ornate, than it was a decade ago? It's possible that my memories have deceived me. But probably not. And I think it's all Pinterest's fault.

1. Throwing a birthday party is freaking exhausting. 


Forget playing a simple game of "pin the peg leg on the pirate" at my kid's 6th birthday. What I now need to do is decorate 10 large cardboard boxes as period-accurate 18th century pirate ships and stage a treasure hunt spanning the entire neighborhood. Each game station must be marked with cardstock printables in coordinating colors and an authentic-looking seaworthy font, or I've failed as a parent.

For refreshments, I'd better be using porcelain cupcake stands to display the fresh fruit kabobs I've speared with 100 toothpick-sized skull-and-crossbones flags I whittled myself, right beside the watermelon I've carved into the likeness of a shark.

Don't even get me started on the props for the pirate photo booth.

2. You have to throw a party to tell me if you're having a boy or a girl. 


In simpler times, you could call your mom from the OB's office after your ultrasound and tell her the gender of your baby.

Now you're legally forbidden to divulge your child's sex without a gender reveal extravaganza. You must commission a tiered gluten-free cake with a fondant design that is both humorous and delicious, followed by 45-60 minutes of games where guests must guess the sex of the baby-to-be. Consider hiring a professional photographer with a background in photojournalism to document the occasion.

After you've completed all the previous steps, you may then devise an elaborate method for releasing a giant bouquet of pink or blue helium balloons that will later choke a baby seal.

3. All our parenting advice comes packaged in numbered lists. 


Parenting is easy! All you have to do is click the stock photo of the happy child, or the grumpy child, or the sleeping child on a clean white background and you'll find THE 8 MOST IMPORTANT pieces of parenting advice you don't know how you ever lived without.

Come on, if you don't know the 10 things you should never say to your children or the 14 lessons every mother should teach her daughter, are you really even cut out for this parenting thing?

It’s insane how much pressure social media has added to modern parenting. Now we’re expected to create elaborate traditions for minor holidays and throw over-the-top parties for every event in your child’s life. This post is a really funny take on how ridiculous Pinterest parenting is!It’s insane how much pressure social media has added to modern parenting. Now we’re expected to create elaborate traditions for minor holidays and throw over-the-top parties for every event in your child’s life. This post is a really funny take on how ridiculous Pinterest parenting is! #parenting #socialmedia #perfection #pinterest #pinterestparenting #genderreveals #kidsparties #unremarkablefiles

4. Halloween costumes are serious business. 


When I was a kid, I dressed up as a hobo for three consecutive years. Fingerless gloves, dad's oldest flannel shirt, and some dirt smudges on my face and I was a respectable (if not altogether politically correct) bum. At the time I don't think I appreciated how much work this saved my lucky pre-Pinterest parents.

Now, if you truly love your child you must stop sleeping so you have time to fashion an elaborate scuba diver costume out of duct tape and spraypainted 2-liter bottles.

If your child goes trick-or-treating as a hobo, you get a call from the state.

5. Complete parenting hack overload. 


I'm drowning in an ocean of parenting hacks so vast I'll never be able to claw my way out to do something terribly ordinary like making my kids grilled cheese.

What if I don't want to decoupage my child's first initial on a coat hook just so he can have somewhere to hang his backpack? Or put magnets on all my cups so he can stick them to the fridge for easy drink dispensing? Or make my own preservative-free sidewalk chalk in easy-to-grip deodorant containers??

6. Your car has to be organized. 


The inside of our minivan looks like a compost heap for most of the year, and I don't feel too bad about that  except for when I get on Pinterest.

According to Pinterest, I need to have a little trash bin for the car, an organized over-the-seat caddy filled with sunscreen and Clorox wipes. Each kid should also have their own color-coded activity bucket within arm's reach, or I'm basically abusing them.

But you know what? I like having a messy car. It means that if we're ever stranded for a few days in the desert in our broken-down vehicle, we won't starve to death because there are 2 pounds of pretzels and Goldfish crackers hidden in them thar seat cushions.

7. Chore time is a lot of hard work  for parents. 


In the olden days, you could just tell your kids to unload the dishwasher. But those were less enlightened times. How can a child possibly be expected to do her work without an attractive and whimsical chart to remind her?

Here's how to make a Pinterest-worthy chore chart in 5 super-simple steps.

  • Step 1: Steal a wooden pallet.
  • Step 2: Pry the boards apart, nail them together, and apply 3 coats of magnetic paint.
  • Step 3: Use faux calligraphy to write out the chores. Optional: emboss each letter with glitter. (Just kidding, this isn't optional.)
  • Step 4: Make a "done" and "not done" column, then buy cute little magnets at Michael's and spend all afternoon covering them in washi tape.
  • Step 5: Excitedly show the fruits of your labor to your child and show her how the chart works.
  • Step 6: Child still does not unload the dishwasher.

I think you get my drift.

8. You can't just play outside anymore. 


I love the Little House on the Prairie books because the girls went outside and had a tea party with rocks, leaves, and sticks and they had a grand old time. Do kids play with sticks anymore? A collective shudder just came out of Pinterest at the question.

Pinterest knows that summertime fun is only earned when you break out the power tools and spend two weeks constructing an elaborate play structure that's impossible to store over the winter! If you're not going to build your kids a giant obstacle course out of PVC pipe and pool noodles, you probably shouldn't even bother going outside.

For better or for worse, Pinterest has changed the way we parent. It's pretty freaking exhausting, but maybe it's supposed to be. For all I know, it could be nature's way of weeding out the weak ones.

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Monday, April 27, 2015

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited

I may be a little biased, but the 1990s was the best time ever in history to be a kid. Mainly because of Nickelodeon.

Recently I decided to watch some of my old favorite shows (I don't know why, but I hope it wasn't a mid-life crisis because that means I'll only live to be 64).

So get comfortable, have a Ring Pop, play a game of MASH, and relive the '90s with me as we review a few of our favorite Nickelodeon programs. It'll be awesome.


Clarissa Explains It All

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Show me a 1990s tween girl who didn't want to be Clarissa Darling. You can't.
photo courtesy of The Gloss

Why I liked it in the 90s:
Clarissa was cool personified. She knew everything.  Her clothes? She was too sophisticated to even care. Her annoying little brother Ferguson? Yeah, we all had one. Did I say how cool she was?

What I thought about it now:
She was really mean to poor Ferg Face. And her parents never said anything about it. The episode I watched was about Clarissa going on a blind date, but she looked like she was about 12. Where was her date taking her? Chuck E. Cheese?

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
Umm... what parent on the face of the planet, now or ever, would be okay with the arrangement of the teenage neighbor boy crawling into Clarissa's room with a ladder whenever he felt like it?

The verdict: If the Darlings were a real family, CPS should've probably gotten involved. C-.


Salute Your Shorts

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
I know the words to "Camp Anawana" better than the lyrics to the National Anthem.
photo courtesy of IMDb

Why I liked it in the 90s:
Loved Donkey Lips' lisp and I was always secretly rooting for Budnick. I thought the little romance between Ug and Mona the mail lady was funny. It goes without saying that I loved the theme song. Get it right or pay the price, Budnick!

What I thought about it now:
My childhood assessment of this one was right on. I pretty much went to sleep when anyone besides Donkey Lips and Budnick were on screen, so maybe they should have gotten a spin-off show of their own. I also enjoyed the fact that there were boomboxes in practically every episode.

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
The tree hugger, the jock (ette), and the spoiled rich girl would not have actually been friends. Come to think about it, this show was great at teaching kids how to stereotype each other.

The verdict: Meh. Give it a C.

The Adventures of Pete and Pete

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Possibly the best show ever written.
photo courtesy of Hello Giggles 

Why I liked it in the 90s:
What wasn't to like? Little Pete was funny and big Pete was cute.

What I thought about it now:
This was my favorite out of all the '90s shows I reviewed for this post. In fact, it might be my favorite show, period. I like it even better than I did as a kid. I also never noticed that the opening sequence was not annoying for parents because was a real song by a real band.

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
It was so goofy! Arnie the superhero? Petunia the tattoo? Metal plate that picks up radio stations in mom's head? And yet, it managed to tie all that goofiness together with a Wonder Years sort of feel. Brilliant.

The verdict: I'd be hard-pressed to find another show I'd like to watch with my kids more than this. A+.


Animaniacs

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Sketch comedy for goofy little kids.
photo courtesy of Game Fabrique
Why I liked it in the 90s:
The theme song was so catchy I can still sing it today. It was a silly cartoon and kids like silly cartoons.

What I thought about it now:
The 3 main characters went around stirring up semi-innocent mayhem and watching the results with amused interest — kind of like at our house, except there are more of them.

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
I'm a little puzzled as to why Yakko and Dot are obviously American but their brother Wakko sounds like Ringo Starr.

The verdict: Not my favorite, but fine. B.


Hey Dude

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
photo courtesy of rivr
Why I liked it in the 90s:
It was a sitcom about teenagers, and kids like anything about people a few years older than them. I thought Christina Applegate was pretty.

What I thought about it now:
How did I not notice the terrible dialogue and acting? It was like watching a dress rehearsal for a middle school play, only everyone was wearing mom jeans.

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
These kids were supposed to be running a dude ranch but they never did any work. And not once did I see a horse poop. On a ranch full of horses.

The verdict: Painful to watch, but harmless. C.

Ren & Stimpy

Your Favorite '90s TV Shows Revisited -- What happens when a 1990s kid grows up and re-watches favorite Nickelodeon shows as an adult?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
photo courtesy of Old School Jabronies
Why I liked the show:
It was bizarre. You never knew what was going to happen next.

What I thought about it now: 
What. The. Heck. Why did my parents let me watch this? This show was not for children. It ranged from mildly creepy to completely disturbing.

What I never noticed as a kid that is glaringly obvious:
Drugs were obviously involved in the entire creative process of this show.

The verdict: Wow. F.



My Nickelodeon-soaked childhood looks nothing like that of my children, given the fact that we don't even have a television in our house, but that's okay. (They'll be writing nostalgic blog posts about the Harry Potter books in 20 years, just you wait.)

I hope you all enjoyed your stroll down memory lane. I know I had more fun watching reruns of my old 1990s favorites than is probably allowed.

What were your favorite shows from your childhood?

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Friday, April 24, 2015

7 Quick Takes about Seizure Mode, Elsa's Global Takeover, and Holding Yourself Together with Super Glue

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! That means 7 quick thoughts for the last 7 days.

1


For almost a month now, I've been driving around with this instead of a stereo:

7 Quick Takes about Seizure Mode, Elsa's Global Takeover, and Holding Yourself Together with Super Glue  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Sound quality: poor.
Risk of electrocution: moderate to high.

Phillip can do anything around the house by looking up tutorials on YouTube, including removing a malfunctioning car stereo and then going out of town for several weeks on business.

He finally got around to replacing it, and I'm the proud new owner of this.

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
My favorite feature: It works.

We bought the stereo based strictly on price and not for looks, but there are like two dozen options for customizing the display on this thing. My favorite includes spastic lights flashing in every color of the rainbow  I call it "Seizure Mode":


They see me rollin', they hatin'. I totally have the coolest minivan when I go to pick up my kids at soccer practice.


2


The spring soccer season was supposed to start last week, but there was still snow on the fields from the Hundred-Year Winter (see Chronicles of Narnia for that reference.) We're finally on now.

After his first practice, my son told me that his team name is The Slime Green Evil Lasers, which tells me 3 things:
  1. His teammates are all boys.
  2. Each of them is 6 years old.
  3. The coach did her best to work in suggestions from everybody.
That's also how my friend's cat Rainbow Blossom got her name. Collaboration can be a beautiful thing, but sometimes it just ends up really, really weird.

3


My friend Jessica invited me to hear her sing in concert in a beautiful old church. I mean, could you ask for better acoustics than this?

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}


We had a rough drive home, though. It was a late night and a long drive. I can stay awake until 3 in the morning at home but I'll fall asleep instantly if you put me behind the wheel of a car after dusk. (How old do I need to be before "I don't drive at night" is an acceptable thing for me to say?)

As it was, I was literally slapping myself in the face to stay awake. Even setting the stereo to Seizure Mode, which is really quite disturbing in the dark, wasn't doing it for me.

4


A few days later, we listened to a handbell choir in another beautiful old church, which looked like this:

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

I hate it when I try to sound smart explaining something to my kids but realize halfway through that I don't know what I'm talking about.

One them asked me how bells make sound, and I used the phrase "the donger thing" to describe the little hammer inside. (I later Googled it: it's called a clapper. Now go impress your kids with how much you know about the anatomy of a bell.)

5


Phillip packed up his road bike and went for a nighttime ride along the Boston Marathon route at midnight the day before the marathon.

I guess some of the participants tricked out their bikes with crazy lights and music; I wasn't there, but I'm picturing it like a miniature Mardi Gras, only later at night and a little more odd.

After they finished, Phillip and his friends walked into a 24-hour diner to grab something to eat. Apparently they didn't look quite like the usual crowd of shift workers and people just getting done clubbing, because the guy at the counter took one look at them and said, "You guys haven't been awake at this hour for 10 years, have you?"

The answer was no. No, they hadn't.

6


I'm not really that into sharing news events (if Unremarkable Files is where you come to keep up on current events then you seriously need professional help) but I did want to let you know that it's official: No matter where you are, you are no longer safe from the blaring vocals of "Let It Go." It will find you. Even in the middle of a Senate Finance Committee meeting.



I love that the dark-haired woman behind him is shaking she's trying so hard not to laugh.

7


Tried out a great time-saving life hack on Thursday night: if you slice up your finger making dinner but you don't want to sit in the emergency room for 3 hours waiting to get stitches, superglue it together and go on your merry way.

Seriously, I was personally advised by a physician to do this. (Just don't sue me if you end up with your finger cemented to your keyboard, which I was slightly nervous about since typing up this post was next on my to-do list after fixing my finger.)

FYI, a $3.29 bottle of Super Glue costs way less than an E.R. copay and we have plenty left over to repair all the things my kids break over the weekend! I'd say that's pretty much the definition of win-win.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

If Adults Acted Like Babies, People Would Think We Were Insane

If Adults Acted Like Babies, People Would Think We Were Insane -- Yeah I think my baby is smart, but I think acting like him for a day would be a one-way ticket to the loony bin.  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
How am I supposed to see
what's in this bucket when it's so dark?!
Everyone thinks their baby is the smartest little genius (of course you're wrong, mine is) but a few days ago, a new thought occurred to me.

As I watched him press the on/off button on the printer and cackle maniacally every time for several minutes, I realized that really, if adults acted like babies, we'd be committed to a mental institution in less than a week.

If you don't believe me, try the following and see what happens:
  1. Stare mesmerized at a ceiling fan for 10 minutes.
  2. Pull out a novel while waiting at the dentist's office and gnaw on the corner.
  3. Hug inanimate objects.
  4. If you see anyone around you wearing glasses, yank them off immediately.
  5. Let the waiter know you're ready for the check by smearing the rest of your food in your hair.
  6. Stick your fingers in people's eyes and nostrils when you talk to them.
  7. Make the same one-syllable noise 20 times in a row for no discernible reason. 
  8. Scream for fun.
  9. Lower yourself into a relaxing bath and splash until the entire bathroom is dripping.
  10. At the dinner table, suddenly start headbanging like you're at a Pearl Jam concert  when there's no music playing.
  11. Suck on your own toes in public.
  12. Don't spit out food you don't like, just push it out with your tongue and let it roll down the front of your shirt onto the floor.
  13. Lie on your back and contemplate the mysteries of your outstretched hands for a really, really long time.
  14. Pick up random inedible objects you see on the sidewalk and pop them in your mouth.
  15. Drool a lot.
  16. If you accidentally spill your drink, start slapping the puddle with your palm.
  17. When you look into the bathroom mirror, laugh at your reflection and try to kiss it.
  18. Unravel a whole roll of toilet paper for no particular reason.
  19. Bang on pots and pans with a wooden spoon while cooking dinner; laugh if anyone asks you to stop.
  20. Climb into the cabinet under the sink and cry because you're stuck there.
  21. If you're standing really close to someone wearing dangly earrings in the elevator, lean over and chew on them.
  22. When your mother calls, push the phone away from your ear so you can look at it. Remain totally silent.
  23. Shake your head furiously back and forth, even if no one has asked you a question.
  24. When you notice your co-worker on her computer, enter her cubicle and smash your fists on the keyboard.
  25. If you drop an object, pointedly say "uh oh" to the person beside you. When they pick it up and hand it to you, giggle and throw it down again.
  26. Eat paper.
  27. When your spouse asks you a question, respond with a nonsensical outburst and bounce up and down  or completely ignore them. 
  28. Wave hello and goodbye to everyone, all the time, even when no one is coming or going.
  29. When UPS delivers a package to your house, toss aside the objects in the box so you can sit in it.
  30. If something doesn't appear to be working correctly, freak out and throw yourself screaming to the floor.

After this little experiment, leave me a note in the comments and let me know where you've been committed. I'll write to you, although you'll probably just eat my letters.

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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Why Would Anyone Want to Become a Mormon? (And Why I Did)

*Note: Though I'm leaving the term "Mormon" in the title for SEO purposes, you should probably know that Mormons actually prefer to be called 'members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints' or just 'Latter-day Saints' for short.

In the past 15 years, I've met many people who are, like me, converts to my church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints.)

Some of them were visiting different churches and searching for the truth for years; some of them ran into Latter-day Saint missionaries and immediately knew this was right for them.

I was neither of those people.

I was never, ever, ever going to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And yet, here I am.  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}


When I was in high school, a family with a son about my age moved in next door. We didn't really talk but I was vaguely aware of his existence. I remember once seeing him out of my window and idly wondering, "What if we dated?" Of course, as a teenage girl I thought that about every boy I saw, so maybe it didn't mean much.

But, funnily enough, I did end up dating that boy.

Maybe a year or so later, I was on a train bound for Washington, D.C. with the other members of our band for our end-of-the-year trip. When I noticed an empty seat next to that cute neighbor boy, I promptly inserted myself into it. I came away from that conversation wondering, "Why is this Phillip guy so good? I have to find out why he's so good."

We started dating, and when summer rolled around Phillip invited me to a big church youth conference. Spanning a Friday and a Saturday there would be spiritual speakers, a service project, classes, activities, and a dance.

I grew up Lutheran, but as a teenager I'd drifted into an agnostic period of my life and that was A-OK with me. But whatever, I guess I could go.

My friend Cassandra and I had great fun joking about it. "Have fun at Super Mormon Weekend!" she snickered as she waved me off.

When we arrived at the youth conference, we were all meeting together, hundreds of high-school aged kids in a big church. We sat on a pew and took out a hymnbook for the opening song, "True to the Faith." Phillip leaned over nervously, warning me that it was "kind of a weird song... we say 'no' and 'yes' and stuff."

It wasn't really that weird. I probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, but to this day I still smile when the first few chords of "True to the Faith" are played.

The first day was uneventful, but the second day was rough. We attended a series of classes on different spiritual topics, and honestly I cried my way through them all.

Phillip, being by nature a quiet person, hadn't previously volunteered many details about his faith. And being a very loud person who wasn't interested in the particulars of his religion anyway, I'd managed to date him for several months without knowing much about what made him tick. (Did I mention how totally sophisticated and mature our teenage relationship was?)

Naturally, I ended up learning a lot. Namely that I'd been making his life very difficult for the past several months. I'd admired his goodness  his lack of swearing and gossiping, his sobriety, his disinterest in dishy movies, his commitment to wait until marriage  but at the same time I'd thought it was sort of a drag and I'd been pestering him to loosen up.

I felt, in a word, terrible. Terrible because I felt I was only just beginning to understand him, and terrible because the morals and values I was hearing about sounded right to me  but I was not going to attach myself to a church that expected so much of you. I didn't want to. I couldn't possibly! There was absolutely no way that a person like me was going to become a Latter-day Saint.

So I did what I do best and decided to ignore this whole thing until it simply went away.

Still, the things I'd heard at that youth conference stuck with me. Okay, I eventually conceded to myself. There's something more to life. Probably.

So I started with what I knew and went back to the Lutheran church I grew up in.

I felt like I was on the right track but what I was looking for wasn't there. So I started going to church with Phillip.

Inside me, something had changed, but I was as stubborn as ever on the outside.

I remember having a conversation with Phillip about how everyone at his church was so nice, and he asked if I'd ever considered that it might be because the Holy Spirit was there. Was it just a coincidence? "Yes." I said flatly. "It's a complete coincidence that has nothing to do with the Holy Spirit."

Let me tell you, I was a real pleasure to have intelligent spiritual discussions with.

But I kept going to Phillip's church for another year and a half. I tried to apply the Sunday School lessons to my own life. I became a lot nicer. I stopped swearing. I gave away my booty shorts.

I met with the missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints many, many times. They kept inviting Phillip to our discussions, thinking I might like to have him there, and I would call him and tell him not to come. This was my search now, I didn't want him there making it complicated. (When you're 16 and a boy's around, everything is complicated.)

I read a ton. Everything I could find on the Internet. Nothing was a surprise when I joined the church, I'd heard it all before.

Things were just sliding into place. The more I learned, the more sense it made. I don't remember feeling shock at learning there was a prophet on the earth today; I hadn't thought about it before, but now that you mention it, why shouldn't there be?

I started reading the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I spent a lot of time in prayer but didn't feel like I'd received very much in the way of answers. If I was going to get baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I needed confirmation from God Himself that it was the right thing to do.

Despairingly, I wondered if I was somehow caught in a parallel universe: I believed very much that God existed, but maybe He just didn't exist for me. Maybe He didn't want to talk to me. Maybe I was destined to believe others who said they knew the church was true, but never really know for myself.

Latter-day Saints are big on talking to God for yourself and asking Him questions. But I didn't know how to do that. It wasn't like calling somebody up on the phone.

Some people say they've had prayers answered in an undeniably strong way or even with an audible voice, but I never have. It's always been more subtle for me.

Hearing the voice of God requires me to really pay attention. But even though I was earnestly asking "Is this true?" I don't think I was really paying attention for an answer. I was frustrated and hoping for a miraculous answer like the burning bush, but not necessarily paying attention to the fire already burning inside of me.

It wasn't until one day reading the Book of Mormon that I came across Mosiah 18: 8-10:
... as ye are desirous to come into the fold of God, and to be called his people, and are willing to bear one another's burdens, that they may be light;
Yea, and are willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life 
Now I say unto you, if this be the desire of your hearts, what have you against being baptized in the name of the Lord, as a witness before him that ye have entered into a covenant with him, that ye will serve him and keep his commandments, that he may pour out his Spirit more abundantly upon you?

As I read this, I finally realized: I'd been getting an answer to my prayers all along. All those things were the desire of my heart. 

I knew The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was true because not only did the things I learned about the gospel make sense in my mind, I also felt good every time I applied them to my life.

So I called up the missionaries and told them I wanted to get baptized. I'm sure they almost passed out from the shock of it, having certainly given up on me by now, but they recovered well and we set a date.

I was never, ever, ever going to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And yet, here I am.  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
I'm not actually a time traveler visiting from the future. Someone just got a little zero-happy recording the date.

And as much as I'd like to say that the rest is history, it's really just beginning. I've come a long way since then, but there are still so many (too many) moments when I realize just how spiritually immature I am.

The first reason I took notice of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was moral. I thought it taught a good way to live. But the more I learned, the more I saw that the way you live is just an extension of why you think you're living at all.

I love my savior Jesus Christ. I love knowing that I'm a child of God. I love how intensely personal the gospel is, how empowering and yet how humbling it can be at the same time. I'm just beginning to appreciate the power of Christ's atonement and how my life can be transformed through God's grace.

All in all, I guess it's a good thing I sat next to the cute kid on the band trip.


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Friday, April 17, 2015

7 Quick Takes about Easter for Slackers, Unauthorized Pixie Cuts, and Bad Times at the Roller Rink

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! That means 7 quick thoughts for the last 7 days.

1


Better late than never, right? It's been so hectic around here that the simple task of dyeing Easter eggs took us an extra week, and we barely managed to fit in the egg hunt before it got dark on Tuesday.

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

I can't think of a better summary of our lives right now than this picture of our kids running around in their pajamas looking for eggs in the fading daylight 9 days after Easter.

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
So we're overachievers. Sue us.


2


Someone who thinks I have it all together (and therefore must not read this blog) asked me to give a short 10-minute presentation on keeping organized for an activity at my church.

In the ultimate twist of irony, I lost my notes a few minutes before it was slated to start. I never did find them.

3


I caught my 3-year-old wandering around the house with my camera, insisting that she was "taking pictures of my blog."

I later uploaded the contents of the memory card onto our computer and found 8 pictures that looked like this:

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Photos from an aspiring interior decorating blogger.

Who needs professional stock photos to illustrate your blog when you've got dark, blurry ones with a thumb in the corner?

4


Speaking of my 3-year-old, I think she's trying to kill me. I thought the baby was a destructive tornado, but at least he takes naps and can't reach anything higher than 2 feet off the ground.

My daughter is like a ninja, quietly and stealthily destroying everything she can see and then fading into the night without a trace. My days have become a constant stream of discoveries of things she's broken, drawn on, spilled, ripped, lost, scattered, or knocked over. I usually have no idea of when she did these things, or how she even has time to fit them all into her busy schedule.

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Pieces of evidence left behind after a hasty coverup.

As I sat down to write this, in fact, I found cut-off hairs splayed across my keyboard. Sure enough, she's sporting some new half-inch bangs. It's a stunning look, I wonder who her stylist is.

5


After spending all day cleaning up messes from the kids and pleading with them not to make more, I often feel that I'm no fun. 

So Phillip sent the three oldest kids and I to a nearby indoor roller rink. To have fun. Well, the joke's on him because no one remembered how to skate and the kids spent the first 40 minutes alternately wobbling around like baby giraffes, collapsing on the ground, and begging me to take them home.

They eventually got the hang of it, though, and possibly even had a little fun. I may take them back once I forget what this time was like.

6


The weather is turning nicer and the snow is melted, so we put away the snowblower and brought out the outdoor toys.

I think we need to buy bigger bikes for the kids, though. They're having fun pedaling around, but they sort of remind me of bears in the circus.

7


In closing, this picture pretty much sums up our week:

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

In case you're confused, the pantyhose littering our yard are from the homemade ice dam removers we put on the roof in February. I'm actually still a little unclear about the shoe.


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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

What to Say (and What Not to) When Someone Has a Miscarriage

When a friend tells you she's had a miscarriage, do you know how to respond?

As many as 1 in 5 pregnancies ends in miscarriage, so odds are you'll be in this position someday if you haven't been already.

With 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, you will definitely need to support a friend or family member dealing with pregnancy loss at some point. Do you know what to say to someone who just lost a baby? And more importantly, do you know what NOT to say? #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #support #comfort #sympathy #unremarkablefiles


Women who've lost a baby need to develop a hide made out of Kevlar to deal with some of the things people say.
 Nobody purposely tries to be an insensitive creep, but sometimes less-than-helpful words just get blurted out.


Don't Say: "What a bummer."


When I called my OB's office after my third miscarriage, the receptionist said in a very sympathetic voice, "Ohhh, that stinks!" There are hardly words to describe the devastating experience of losing a pregnancy, and it hurts even worse when people trivialize it. It's a bummer when your ice cream falls out of the cone; it's not what you say when someone's baby dies.

Let me repeat: If you only take one thing away from this article, I want it to be that dismissing your friend's grief is the singularly most hurtful thing you could do. She is a grieving parent. If what you say wouldn't be appropriate to say to the bereaved parent of an older child, it's also inappropriate to say right now.

Try Instead: "I'm so sorry."


Your friend lost a real baby and she's grieving. You can't change the situation, but you can treat it with the respect it deserves. Let your words, your tone of voice, and your facial expression show it. After my miscarriages, it was a huge relief just to talk to anyone who understood even a little how deeply it affected me (and would for the rest of my life.)

Don't Say: "Are you going to try to get pregnant again?"


This is literally the most inappropriate time to be asking that question. It's like asking a new widow at the funeral if she's going to remarry, and I hope you would never do that. It's too early for a woman having a miscarriage to be thinking that far ahead; and even if she is, it's none of your business.

Try Instead: "Can I bring you dinner tonight?"


If you want to ask questions about the future, find out when you can bring over a meal this week. Miscarriage isn't just an emotional trauma, it's physical, too. Trust me, she isn't going to feel like cooking for a while. If she has other children, could you take them for an afternoon or drive them to soccer practice today while you're at it?

Don't Say: "Maybe it wasn't meant to be."


Even if she's a religious person who also believes that God has a bigger plan, she's hurting right now. A sincere "I'll pray for you" would be okay, but proclaiming that her loss was God's will makes you sound like sort of a jerk.

Try Instead: "How are you feeling?"


Really, the only thing you can do is listen, so give your friend a chance to talk. Depending on your relationship and what's going on with her at the moment, she might not want to. But if she does, try rephrasing what she says, asking questions, and avoid making any judgments or conclusions.

Don't say: "At least..."


At least what? At least anything. Not "at least you know you can get pregnant," not "at least you were only 7 weeks," and not "at least you have children already." She's allowed to say that stuff if she wants to, but you keep your mouth shut.

Try Instead: Give a hug.


If you want to comfort a friend who's lost her baby, give her a hug. She doesn't need you to point out the silver lining, she just needs to process her feelings and knowing that you care will make it easier.

The #1 Thing to Remember


The double whammy after a miscarriage is that people avoid bringing it up. They don't know what to say, so they simply stay away or avoid talking about it.

But please know that your job isn't to fix the situation, cheer her up, or to say the "right" things. The truth is that losing a pregnancy just feels wrong to a woman who used to be pregnant and isn't anymore, so there is no "right" thing to say, anyway.

What a friend going through a miscarriage needs from you is your support and your empathy. That will look different for everyone depending on your relationship, but if you can do nothing but say you're sorry and mean it, that's enough.
With 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, you will definitely need to support a friend or family member dealing with pregnancy loss at some point. Do you know what to say to someone who just lost a baby? And more importantly, do you know what NOT to say? #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #support #comfort #sympathy #unremarkablefiles

With 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, you will definitely need to support a friend or family member dealing with pregnancy loss at some point. Do you know what to say to someone who just lost a baby? And more importantly, do you know what NOT to say? #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #support #comfort #sympathy #unremarkablefiles

With 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, you will definitely need to support a friend or family member dealing with pregnancy loss at some point. Do you know what to say to someone who just lost a baby? And more importantly, do you know what NOT to say? #miscarriage #pregnancyloss #support #comfort #sympathy #unremarkablefiles


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Monday, April 13, 2015

Looking for the Bathroom and Finding a Miracle in the Grocery Store

We recently started shopping at a new grocery store. And on our last trip there, I found out something wonderful. Marvelous, really. Miraculous.

It started out like any normal grocery run: we're almost done when my 3-year-old starts to do the potty dance. I beg and cajole her to just hold it for 15 minutes until we're home, but she flies into a rage of despair in the produce aisle at the mere suggestion because she JUST CAN'T, MOMMY, SHE CAN'T.

Okay, fine.

So I risk a hernia as I try to about-face our behemoth shopping cart precariously loaded with a week's worth of groceries for our family of 7, and we head for the bathroom.

On the opposite side of the store.

It's a long journey on preschooler-sized legs and she'll be hoofing it. The baby's in the seat and the cart's full to the brim.

I briefly consider tucking her under my arm like a football and making a run for it, plowing people out of the way with my outstretched hand. But again, there's the baby.

So we walk fast. As we pass a gluten-free cracker display, I sneak a sideways glance at the 3-year old. It's not looking good. She's grimacing and doing a jig on her toes at my side. I hiss under my breath, "Just-hold-it-please-do-not-pee-your-pants-in-the-store-I-beg-of-you."

The clock is ticking.

We've never been to the restroom at this particular grocery store before, but I know exactly where it is because they're all the same: in the back by the deli, past the stinky lobster tank, through the "employee's only" door, up a flight of peeling metal stairs. Ignore the questionable smells and the buzz of the fluorescent lights in the back room. Startle some employees having lunch when we parade past the break room, and finally, finally arrive at the bathroom. 

Every time we go grocery shopping, I try to avoid the trip to the potty, but it rarely works. I think my daughter secretly joined their loyalty rewards program, because she sure likes to visit as often as she can.

And now we're almost there. My daughter's prancing around like a circus pony on speed but at least she's still dry. I hope we don't have an accident in front of the employees having lunch.

As we near the deli counter, an extraordinary sight greets my eyes:

Looking for the Bathroom and Finding a Miracle in the Grocery Store -- It's inevitable. If you take a preschooler grocery shopping, you're going to end up in the restroom sooner or later. Sometimes though, you might just be pleasantly surprised when you do.  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}
Nirvana.

Bathrooms! Right there on the main floor! Legit public restrooms, clean ones, with pretty tile and a drinking fountain and even a handicapped stall.

No wandering around in the dark creepy recesses of the stock room.

No hoping against hope that our cart won't be reclaimed for abandoned because we're gone for so long (which would make my daughter cry because her pudding is gone, and make me cry because I'd have to start all over.)

No trekking through the employee's break room. This is genius.

Whoever designed this layout with its wonderfully convenient restroom placement, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. From the bottom of all mothers' hearts.

Despite our best intentions, despite the fact that this is the last place we want to be while doing our grocery shopping, we all end up here, at the restroom.

Looking for the Bathroom and Finding a Miracle in the Grocery Store -- It's inevitable. If you take a preschooler grocery shopping, you're going to end up in the restroom sooner or later. Sometimes though, you might just be pleasantly surprised when you do.  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Best of General Conference April 2015

On Easter weekend, we had the privilege of watching General Conference, the semiannual broadcast from church leaders giving talks to inspire and encourage members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints all over the world.

Here are some of my favorite thoughts and ideas from Conference, gleaned when I wasn't wiping up spilled drinks or arbitrating disputes over who stole whose spot on the couch.

If you watched Conference, free to add your favorites in the comments!

On Families

Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

We believe that marriage and family ties can continue beyond the grave—that marriages performed by those who have the proper authority in His temples will continue to be valid in the world to come. Our marriage ceremonies eliminate the words “till death do us part” and instead say, “for time and for all eternity."
- L. Tom Perry



It must be difficult, at best, for covenant men to live in a world that not only demeans their divine roles and responsibilities but also sends false messages about what it means to be a “real man.” One false message is “It’s all about me.” On the other end of the scale is the degrading and mocking message that husbands and fathers are no longer needed.
- Linda K. Burton



A family built on the marriage of a man and woman supplies the best setting for God's plan to thrive... It has never been just about the love and happiness of adults.

[Satan] fights to discourage marriage and the formation of families, and where marriages and families are formed, he does what he can to disrupt them. He attacks everything that is sacred about human sexuality, tearing it from the context of marriage... He seeks to convince men and women that marriage and family priorities can be ignored or abandoned, or at least made subservient to careers, other achievements, and the quest for self-fulfillment and individual autonomy.
- D. Todd Christofferson



We also believe that strong traditional families are not only the basic units of a stable society,a stable economy, and a stable culture of values — but that they are also the basic units of eternity and of the kingdom and government of God.
- L. Tom Perry



On the Holy Spirit


Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

Perceiving spiritual light is different from seeing physical light. Recognizing the Savior’s spiritual light begins with our willingness to believe.
- L. Whitney Clayton



The dance steps of the gospel are the things we do; the music of the gospel is the joyful spiritual feeling that comes from the Holy Ghost.

There are those who ridicule members of the Church for the things we do. That is understandable. Those who dance often appear strange or awkward or, to use a scriptural term, “peculiar” (Peter 2:9) to those who cannot hear the music. Have you ever stopped your car at a stoplight next to a car where the driver was dancing and singing at the top of his lungs—but you couldn’t hear a sound because your windows were rolled up? Didn’t he look a little peculiar?
- Wilford W. Andersen





On the Sabbath Day

Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}


Think of this: In paying tithing, we return one-tenth of our increase to the Lord. In keeping the Sabbath holy, we reserve one day in seven as His. So it is our privilege to consecrate both money and time to Him who lends us life each day.
- Russell M. Nelson



On Repentance


Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

Our physical bodies, when harmed, are able to repair themselves, sometimes with the help of a physician. If the damage is extensive, however, often a scar will remain as a reminder of the injury.

With our spiritual bodies it is another matter. Our spirits are damaged when we make mistakes and commit sins. But unlike the case of our mortal bodies, when the repentance process is complete, no scars remain because of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. The promise is: “Behold, he who has repented of his sins, the same is forgiven, and I, the Lord, remember them no more” (D&C 58:42).
- Boyd K. Packer



The power of the Atonement makes repentance possible and quells the despair caused by sin; it also strengthens us to see, do, and become good in ways that we could never recognize or accomplish with our limited mortal capacity. Truly, one of the great blessings of devoted discipleship is “the peace of God, which passeth all understanding” (Philippians 4:7.)
- David A. Bednar



On Living the Gospel 

Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

But let us beware. Our ability to marvel is fragile. Over the long term, such things as casual commandment keeping, apathy, or even weariness may set in and make us insensitive to even the most remarkable signs and miracles of the gospel.
Gérald Caussé



[after telling the parable of the sower in Mark 4]
If the emblems of the sacrament are being passed and you are texting or whispering or playing video games or doing anything else to deny yourself essential spiritual food, you are severing your spiritual roots and moving yourself toward stony ground.
- Dallin H. Oaks



On Life


Best of General Conference April 2015 -- favorite quotes drawn from the semiannual gathering of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints (Mormons)  {posted @ Unremarkable Files}

God cares a lot more about who we are and who we are becoming than about who we once were. He cares that we keep on trying.
- Dale G. Renlund



The choices and priorities we make with our time online are decisive. They can determine our spiritual progress and maturity in the gospel and our desire to contribute to a better world and to live a more productive life.
José A. Teixeira



Life’s journey is challenging. It’s easy to be distracted, wander off the path, and get lost. Tribulation is an inevitable and indispensable part of our eternal progression. When adversity comes, don’t let something you don’t fully understand unravel everything you do know. Be patient, cling to truth; understanding will come.
-Kevin W. Pearson



As he read the parable of the prodigal son, I heard it differently that day than I had ever heard it before. For some reason, I had always related to the son who stayed home. As David read that morning, I realized that in some ways I was the prodigal son. All of us fall short of the glory of the Father. All of us need the Savior’s Atonement to heal us. All of us are lost and need to be found.
- Brent H. Nielson




In our home our children liked to do jigsaw puzzles... one of our children (I won’t give his name in order to protect his identity) used to focus on the individual pieces, and when one did not fit in the place where he thought it should, he would become angry and assume it was no good and want to throw it away. He finally learned to do the puzzle when he understood that each small piece had its place in the final picture, even when he did not know where it fit at a given moment.

This is one way of contemplating the Lord’s plan. We do not have to concern ourselves with each of its parts separately but rather to try to bring the entire picture into focus, keeping in mind what the final result will be. The Lord knows where each piece belongs so that it fits into the plan. All the commandments are of eternal importance in the context of the great plan of happiness.
- Rafael E. Pino

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