Thursday, October 18, 2018

My Little Dolly


Everyday at 3:00 I drive to the park where Lottie's bus drops her off.
Everyday she jumps from the bus and runs to me and we hug like
 we haven't seen each other in years.
It's definitely is one of the highlights of my day.

Then she comes home and drops her backpack right by the
 door the second she walks in and then zips straight up the stairs to where her
 dollhouse and toys are and picks up where she left off.
I ordered a bunch of wooden "dollies" from my niece in Utah.
She hand-paints and designs gorgeous little wooden dolls.
Lottie LOVES them.
I've ordered just about every princess (and a few princes too),
 a Halloween set, a Thanksgiving set, and a 
Christmas nativity set.
She could play for hours with these little guys, and I could too!  
(I really don't mind playing dolls with her, except she prefers her sisters).
I think for Christmas I'll have my niece make our family.

You can check out these cute dollies on IG at: @painted.dolly

Two more days until our east coast RV trip.
The Little Nies are so excited they can hardly sleep.
I hope I see some fall color- my friend said fall here is 
in slow-motion.  She's right, I can spy a tint of yellow on the trees,
but for the most part they are still pretty green.
Come on Autumn!


Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Miss Ozzy

When I was a little girl I was obsessed with school- particularly my teachers.
I didn't necessarily love attending school, mostly I just loved watching
my teachers interact with me and the other students in the classroom.
I loved how they decorated our classroom for holidays, 
I loved the way freshly copied worksheets smelled, and I loved getting read to.
When I was about ten years old I transformed 
my basement into a full blown-school.
I called it "Little School" and invited little cousins and neighbors to come.
I moved my brothers weight sets, sport stuff, and my
 dad's hunting gear into closets and corners,
and hung up calendars and 'welcome to school posters'.
I even talked my 5th grade teacher into letting me have five 
very old desks that were being unused in the schools basement.
I'll never forget the day I called my mom to tell her the school 
gave my teacher permission to let me have these desks dated 
back to the 1950's, probably when my dad was a student there.
One day after school my mom pulled up and together 
we piled five heavy desks in our 1989 Suburban.
I was on cloud nine!
I spent any money I had, (or could scrounge up) at the print 
shop on BYU campus coping and laminating 
worksheets and holiday decorations.
I had every single marker and colored pencil known to man. 
I took the kids on field trips, decorated cookies, had a school program,
and even we had school photos.
(I've GOT to find those!).
Lottie has the same teacher bug.
Each day she comes home from school and sets up her own "Little School".
She asks her siblings to come- and they usually don't, 
so she talks to herself, or to her stuffed animals, or even she
 sometimes suckers the neighborhood kids to come.
And she's really bossy.
Last week, the Little Nies had two days of school cancelled 
  because of Hurricane Michael.
Lottie took full advantage of her freedom 
and set up school in every room downstairs.
Because I am a good mom, I made the older Little Nies 
sit down and participate with Lottie, aka: Miss Ozzy.
 (even Mr. Nielson was the PE teacher).
I told the kids if they made fun of her, laughed and/or
didn't take her seriously, or so much snickered at her,
 I would add on 15 extra minutes of school.
They ended up playing for nearly an hour.
And Lottie was on cloud nine!








Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Look for the yellow shirts.

When Hurricane Florence hit North Carolina, my area wasn't badly affected.
But our friends closer to the coast were!
Wilmington for example was hit hard and so we 
were given the opportunity
 to help residents in that area recover by participating
 in a clean-up effort with other members of The Church.
 Mormon Helping Hands is a program designed by 
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 
for communities everywhere in the world.
The program offers support both physical and temporal 
through service, and gives relief and help during and after disasters.

Mr. Nielson has been to the coast a few times with others
from our church congregation to help in the clean-up effort.
Armed with his giant muscles and chainsaw he spent days
clearing debris, fallen trees, and cleaning out muck from homes.
A few weeks ago he took The Little Nies
 (minus the littlest Little Nie, and me) to the coast to clean-up.
They worked hard, prayed with and for many of the people they served,
and brought cheer to the downhearted by helping.
We've seen that Hurricane Michael brought so much devastation and heartache
to many in Florida.  You can count on the yellow shirts there working to 
help restore peoples lives and hearts- just as Christ would do.
As soon as we get the word we will be in Florida
helping our brothers and sisters recover and give relief.
Look for the yellow shirts!
Meanwhile....back in Chapel Hill,
Lottie and I took Angus to get his haircut at the pet store
and also where she suckered me into buying her a Beta fish, 
(that was in the clearance section...what does that mean?) who sadly
passed away 24 hours later despite the fact that it swam in pristine water
and had a cute little pink castle at the bottom of her bowl.

*****


 I have mostly refrained from posting on Instagram the past
10 days since our Prophet, President Russell M. Nelson (RMN) asked
the women of the Church to take a 10 day fast from social media:

 "I invite you to participate in a 10-day fast from social media 
and from any other media that bring negative and impure thoughts to your mind. 
Pray to know which influences to remove during your fast. 
The effect of your 10-day fast may surprise you.
 What do you notice after taking a break from perspectives
 of the world that have been wounding your spirit?
 Is there a change in where you now want to spend your time and energy? 
Have any of your priorities shifted—even just a little? 
I urge you to record and follow through with each impression."

I have pondered heavily the questions that he asked,
 and I feel good making changes as I move forward.
About 2 weeks prior to this counsel, I was already on a 14 day fast from 
all social media, so an extra 10 days also felt good, and was much needed.
I am slowly finding my way back, and with my subtle changes,
that feels good too.