Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Our lives are blessed by little girls. Today I want to focus on the two youngest.

Here's Harmony showing her daddy she's SO big.
She's at a wonderful age in her life. She finds happiness in everything and brings joy to everyone. I've been taking the little girls outside in the afternoons to wait for the bigger kids to walk home. They come around the corner and RUN to give Harmony a hug.

Wouldn't you?

Harmony's favorite thing in the world is our baby. She never loses interest in asking to "'old er."

Katie seems to enjoy it too.
Katie is a friendly, happy soul with a smile and grin for anyone. She's a little goofy looking, with a smile too big for her face and her huge storkbite birthmark.

She has these gorgeous, penetrating big eyes.


I often tell Katie how lucky we are that she came to our family. "What would we do without you?" I'll ask her and even if there is a teeny little cynical voice in my head that says "you'd get a lot more sleep," it is drowned out by the joy of knowing this unique little daughter of God. It is a privilege to be her mother and I'm happy.

Monday, September 13, 2010

For many years, the fact that I had many children meant more work for me. It still does in many ways, but I'm at an interesting place with my family. This summer, the twins turned six and with their growing maturity has also come greater ability and reliability. For many years, I have taught them to clean their room every morning. For most of last year, that meant either working alongside them or sitting in their room, helping them know what needs to be done and encouraging them to do it. This summer, they finally got it and most of the time now, they clean their room by themselves with less need for supervision. That is a huge lift.

I often tell younger moms that it gets easier, and in many ways it does. I still have the time-intensive and sleep-deprived work of younger children, but I can also see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can see how tantrum-throwing, irrational two-year-olds turn into six-year-olds who are delightful to be with. I can see how the child who fought me for years about things as simple as picking up a bin of toys turns into a young man who eagerly volunteers to mow the lawn. I can see the child whose room is still constantly in shambles beginning to develop some personal responsibility, as he sits down each day and tackles his homework and his chores without being reminded. And best of all? I have a wonderful, amazing 11-year-old who is the best babysitter ever. When she was five and doing her activities, I had to buckle in three carseats and two booster seats anytime we went anywhere. Now, if I don't want to bring little ones with me to the store or gymnastics, I simply leave them with her. She's wonderfully patient and responsible.

Bedtime when the kids were younger was often the hardest time of the day. I was exhausted but still had kids to change and bathe and nurse and read to and settle in for the night. Now, bedtime is (usually) just another part of the day. My husband and I like to read to the little ones and we often do, but if we're tired or busy with something else, we've got three older kids who can read to the little girls, supervise the brushing of teeth, and help "guard the henhouse" (a.k.a. sit in the little girls' room until they go to sleep. We've found we have to do this or they play and talk and look at books for hours).

And I'm starting to see how all these "many hands" around here can really make for light work.

Case in point? Our family room.

When I designed our house, one of the things I wanted was a large gathering room in the center of all the bedrooms, a place we could read to our kids at night and gather for scriptures in the mornings. At first, that seemed impossible when the original plans for a second floor bedroom and gathering area turned out too expensive. But it didn't take long for me to realize that if we utilized a walk-out basement instead, it would be affordable.

I love this room. It's wonderfully convenient and helpful. I fold clothes here and it's also our playroom.

But for many years, keeping this room clean has been really hard. It is a place of toys and puzzles and books and chaos. It's wonderful, but also messy. I tried assigning it as a zone for one of the older kids to clean in the afternoon, but often it was such a big job, it seemed unfair and I'd inevitably give that child another job instead. At one point, I assigned it to the twins (since it was usually largely their mess) with my help, but the afternoon often demanded so much of me that I didn't have the time to help them clean it. Usually, it got clean a couple of times a week, once during our Saturday family work day and once or twice when I took the time to do it myself, sometimes with and sometimes without the help of some of the kids.

At the beginning of the summer, however, I finally hit on an idea that works. After scriptures every morning, we set the buzzer for five minutes and everyone works (well, sometimes some of them sit around hoping we won't notice they aren't helping, but they're SUPPOSED to be working!). We call it "Five Minute Madness" and it's amazing that no matter how messy and disorganized the room can be, it really only takes us five minutes to bring it back in order. With three good workers, three so-so workers and two parents, plus five minutes, it adds up to a clean and beautiful room. I love walking downstairs to switch the laundry or put a child down for a nap into a clean room. It's such a lift.

(and yes, that IS a slide. That's another cool feature we designed into our home.)

Another place we've implemented Five Minute Madness is in our kitchen. After dinner, each school-age child helps clean up the dishes for five minutes. Sometimes that time is all at once, and sometimes it is staggered, as some kids finish eating sooner than others, but everyone gives five minutes of help. Then whatever is still left is done by the child whose dish night it is. We've had dish nights for the older kids for several years, but now it's so much easier for them. Last year Lillian and Joey had two nights a week, Michael one and the twins one (though theirs was mostly a training night) and they were in charge of cleaning the entire kitchen. Now, they just finish up what's left. Joey has been especially grateful for the new "five minute madness" program, as he's been able to see the workload diminish on his dish nights. He's told me several times what a genius I am to have started that.

There is still more work than time to do it in and I often feel torn between the many competing demands on my time, but I can also see that as my children get older, thing will continue to get easier as we each pitch in to help with the work of our family. One nice thing about having lots of kids close in age is that I don't feel as if I'm putting too much on any one of them. If I feel like I've asked Lillian to do a lot one day, I can call on Joey to hold Katie or read to Harmony or take out the trash instead. If Michael's extra stressed with math homework, I can ask Allison to fetch me something.

The kids have zones every day and that has helped lighten the load for years. Right now, Michael cleans the mudroom, Joey the great room, Lillian helps with dinner on weekdays (and makes it on Thursday nights), and Allison, Sarah, and Eliza together empty the dishwashers. While I'm revisiting what they are assigned and seeing if I can delegate a bit more, what the kids are doing is done fairly quickly (fifteen minutes or so) and makes a huge difference in the order in our home.

These many hands are starting to learn how to work and it is wonderful to watch.

What have you done in your family to teach your children to work? What routines and ideas work for you?

Friday, September 10, 2010

I really enjoyed listening to this interview of Julie B. Beck & her daughters this week.

Some things that stood out to me:

* The power of a mother's influence. Grandmother Bangerter's "fan club" and the way she knows and loves each of her 67 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

* Finding the strength to do tough things, such as when Julie's family moved to Brazil when she was a young child (her mother 9 months pregnant!) and faced rats, flea bites, and the challenge of a new situation.

* Parenting advice: "I wanted my children to grow up to be my friends when they were adults, so I had to be a parent when they were young."

* Sister Beck's plea to her daughters when she was called as the general Relief Society President. I was sure she was going to say "Pray for me," but instead it was "Safeguard your marriages."

* Three hours a day of piano practice. THREE HOURS A DAY (maybe I mentioned that?). I loved how she didn't do it because of the piano, but rather because of the things her children would learn from it: hard work, discipline, winning and losing, etc.

* The way Heavenly Father prepares a way and guides us as we nurture our children

* The obvious love and affection felt between the three and the way Sister Beck really knew her daughters and loved them individually when they were children.

* other topics: how technology has changed mothering, what being the General Relief Society President entails (answer -- lots more than I realized!), examples of faithful women in Africa, and testimonies of Christ and his gospel.

What stands out to you as you listen?

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

It's become clear in the last few weeks. I do not have the time I want for even the basics, much less all the extras I've been trying to fit in. My work lasts from morning until night and then through the night as well. My daughter Katie sleeps like a newborn (read: badly). There hasn't been a night in the last two weeks when I've been up less than twice. One night, between two girls with nightmares, another who wet the bed, still another with a cold, and Katie's regular sleep pattern, I was up eight times!

I haven't been able to nap soundly for weeks, for dozens of reasons, a different one each day -- repairmen showing up at the wrong time, the phone ringing, Katie and Harmony not sleeping at the same time, 1:00 Church, and then because my body betrays me: when I finally carve out a time when my kids don't need me, I can't calm down and really sleep.

It feels like the elements are conspiring against me. Last night, I went to bed early. Within that first hour, I was up three times with children who needed me. I finally got Katie back to sleep but then I was unable to sleep myself for several hours in the middle of the night.

So I'm retrenching. I'm cutting back on all extras. I'm taking a look at the work I do and deciding what I can put on hold. I've already cut out most of my photography and I guess I won't be adding it back in for a while. I don't write like I want to or post on this blog much (for example, I'm going to post this badly-written, disjointed piece of writing even though I know I could polish it up better if I had time). There's plenty I can't cut out, either because I've felt strongly it needs to happen -- my mother's group, some of the exercise I'm doing -- or because it's just the basic work of having a large family -- the errands, the neighborhood preschool, Eliza's dance class, trips to the library and the grocery store, helping kids with homework and reading, Scouts and piano lessons, dinners, laundry (hours and hours of laundry!), and more I can't remember right now. But the rest? I'm going to be looking at it seriously and culling.

I've spent all summer getting organized and doing better with my to-do list and developing a system to keep track of all the stuff I have to do. But you know what? Even if I have time to write down all I want to do, that doesn't mean I have time to do it all. It's time to cut back, to retrench.

I also need to figure out the delegation more. I listened to part of an interview this morning of a mother and her two grown daughters. When they were growing up, she determined that since they didn't have a farm, a large family, or a large home to take care of, she needed to teach them to work somehow. They chose piano. THREE HOURS A DAY on the piano. I don't think my kids need that much time on the piano. However, I DO have a large family and a large home to take care of, plenty of opportunities to really teach my kids to work.

And honestly, they work some, but even on our "family work days" it's rare for them to be working longer than two hours straight. During the week, their zones take them maybe fifteen minutes a day. I don't think any of them needs three hours of work a day, but maybe it wouldn't hurt for them to take on a little more of the responsibility, to take a little more notice of all the work that I do every day and help out.

I hope this time doesn't last forever. I'm sure it won't and I'll be able to keep up with things more, but as long as my baby sleeps like a newborn, I need to treat this time the way I would the newborn period, by being more patient with myself, by lowering my standards for a spotless home and completely organized life, by giving highest priority to my sleep.

Wish me luck.

Friday, September 3, 2010

One of my favorite blogs is Asking Jane. Jane is a mother of 11 kids, ages 30+ down to 11 (I think), and she answers questions about motherhood, service, marriage, and daily living. I love her positive perspective. I've met two of Jane's grown children and I think she's doing a wonderful job with her family. I love hearing from someone who is further along in life than I am and yet remembers how hard the younger years are and how easy it is to feel overwhelmed and discouraged.

One of my favorite quotes from Jane:
One final and perhaps the most important thought is this: Never lose the vision of what you’re really doing. It’s big. There are no shortcuts to the family you want. It’s going to take all you’ve got. But the whole process is a good one and the whole outcome is amazing. Keep before you, the vision of what you want your home to be today and what you want the final outcome to be. Then keep reaching for it. As the days go by, you'll have more and more satisfying moments. Home really can be a heaven on earth. Pray aways and be believing. (from Feeling Overwhelmed?)

And my absolute favorite quote from her:

The second thing I'd like to say, is that during the years that our homes are filled with little children, it's easy to feel that we aren't personally going anywhere. It's all we can do to maintain the balance of our lives. If we heap upon ourselves a lot of guilt about what we should be doing--running, studying, serving others, taking classes-- we can be debilitated.

If at the end of the day, you have not accomplished one single thing that seems permanent, if you have spent yourself rocking babies and wiping off countertops and changing sheets again, let me assure you that something truly wonderful is happening. Not only are your children growing and developing by invisible degrees, but you yourself are becoming a saint. I really mean that. Raising little children is selfless and sanctifying. You are developing the attributes of godliness--patience, long-suffering, temperance, brotherly kindness, charity--the very things we're on this earth to learn. (emphasis added, from How do you stay motivated?)
Is it any wonder I love her so much? Now go over and drink of her wisdom. =)

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Today's question is about laundry:
My little daughters change their clothes several times a day, and even change their pajamas after I put them to bed. This create a lot of extra laundry and I have no idea how to stop this. Do you have this problem and if so, what have you done about it?
I don't have this problem currently, but I did in the past. When the twins were about 3, they also obsessed about changing clothes all day. Sometimes it was because they'd had an accident they didn't want me to know about and sometimes it was the sheer joy of wearing three outfits in a day.

My solution? I did more laundry. =)

Eventually (maybe a year later?) they outgrew it. I figured changing clothes wasn't something I really wanted to fight about, and in some ways, it just showed they were developing personalities and learning to take care of themselves, even if it did mean more work for me.
(our clothing bandits -- they loved to play outside in their best Sunday dresses)
(did I mention these two intimidated me? Most of the time I was outnumbered!)

Has anyone else had this problem? What did you do about it? Any other thoughts or ideas?

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


That was a crazy time -- my first five kids were born in five years. In this picture, Lillian is 6, Joey is 4, Michael is 3, and the twins are 1.

When I look back on that time, do you know what my only regret is? That I was so hard on myself. I wish I would have given myself more credit for the great job I was doing and worried less about my faults.