Friday, April 27, 2012

"Old-School" Photography and an Advertisement

Sometimes I miss "old-school" photography which is how I learned to love photography; with regular film, using a camera with only manual features and developed painstakingly by myself in a dark room.  It took a TON of time and patience, but when it was done, it was a true piece of original artwork.  I took some pictures of Ashton recently and decided to make them "old-school" black and white.  There's something simple and beautiful about what only a black and white photo can capture.














Robert just put together an advertisement postcard for his dental practice which will go out to 5000 homes in our area.  This picture of Christian is the one we chose for the front of the card.  How I love this beautiful beautiful boy.  So thoughtful, brilliant, talented, kind, and so very HAPPY.  I know I am extremely biased, but I think most people that know him would agree with me.  He will be turning 16 on May 9.  Oh wow.  I keep wanting to do something momentous for this milestone in his life, but all he says he wants is SOCKS, and maybe some Sunday shoes.  Which is so representative of his personality; unassuming and thankful for all that he already has.  We will probably go stay in Heber for a night and have some family fun.  Hunter and Christian's birthdays are only 2 days apart, so it will be a weekend of celebration!  What could be better?!


Friday, April 20, 2012

Go Madi, Go!

I find a lot of joy when my children have an interest or talent that does not come from me; I find that their individual differences fascinate me.  Sometimes though, there is an interest that they have in common with me and I like that as well.  Yesterday I attended Madison's first track meet.  Christian is also a runner.  Both, I am sure, have largely surpassed me at their ages.  Madison's track meet was at Davis High, one of the schools I used to run track meets at, and it felt like a major time warp, for sure.  Attending my children's various activities are one of my very favorite things about being a mom.  I love that my only job in that moment is to sit there and be proud.  And boy was I proud of Madison!

Madison and some friends.  How I love 13 year olds with their braces, sweetness, and innocence.

Running the 800 meter.  She's smiling for some reason.


She can't get away from my camera.  Even during the 200 meter dash.

Robert and Ashton came.  It was 3 ½ hours so they had a lot of time to play.

Chase me, Daddy!  Chase me!


Ashton "posing" for a picture


Me, in all my teenage glory, at age 15 at a track meet.  Don't judge me. 




Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Why Everyone Should Be A Feminist

I have been in two recent conversations with groups of women lately where the "evils" of the Equal Rights Amendment have been broached.  Each time, I have been in such shock on that someone would view women having equal rights to men as something of the devil, that I have said nothing.  To the contrary, I have always been under the impression that the equal rights movement was guided by the hand of God and that certain key individuals were inspired to desire and demand change.  Now that I have had time to collect my thoughts a bit, I thought I would write about why I feel that everyone should be a feminist.  First, let me clarify what I mean when I use the word "feminist."  To me, it simply means a person who believes in equal rights for women.  Somehow, along the way "feminist" became a bad word and even an insult to some to be called such.  While there are/were a few rogue feminists who were extreme in their intent, most are not (were not) and simply want fairness under the law.  Let me take you back to the 1960's, which really wasn't that long ago, to paint a picture of the environment in which the Equal Rights Amendment grew out of.

If you were looking for a job, help wanted ads were separated into ads for men, and separate ads for women.  The only jobs that women were allowed to even consider were secretary, nurse, teacher, and flight attendant, and even those jobs weren't as available until the 1970s.  If a woman received a pay check, in most states, it was the property of her husband and he could do with it what he wished, and was supported in that view by law.  Women were not allowed to run in the Boston Marathon until 1972, if you can believe that.  And until 1974, if a woman wanted a loan, her husband or father was required to co-sign for her.  The Equal Rights Amendment called for, "Equality of rights under the law shall not be abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex."  Of course!  It just makes so much sense to me!  It was supported and fought for by the likes of Gloria Steinem, Betty Friedan, Florence Kennedy, and Dorothy Pitman Hughs.  A very determined opposition was launched that suggested that ratification of the ERA would lead to the complete unraveling of traditional American society.  I, by no means feel that the women involved in this equal rights movement are in complete accordance with all of the values I hold dear to my heart, but I do feel like they were guided to want more for women and given the strength to stand up and say it.

I love my life as a stay at home, traditional mother and wouldn't change it for the world.  BUT, I believe that all women have every right to choose what they want for their own lives.  And if they do choose to work by necessity, or because of pure enjoyment, they deserve equal pay and to work in an environment that does not support sexual harassment.  It seems to me that being afraid that if the equal rights amendment passed, women would make the "wrong choices" and that this would lead to the downfall of the traditional home, is similar to Satan's mentality of wanting everyone to make it back to heaven, and to do this, no one would have the right to choose.

In the 1960s, it was Betty Friedan who described the plight of the middle-class suburban housewife. "These are the women who have everything they think that they need and have been told that they want—a man, children, a dog, a house in the suburbs, the perfect wallpaper and the curtains to match it—and yet, for some reason, they feel unsatisfied, “empty, somehow,” “incomplete,” and, “as if [they] don’t exist." They were “sure they had no problem, even though they did have a strange feeling of desperation."  She explained further, "If a woman had a problem in the 1950s and the 1960s, she knew that something must be wrong with her marriage, or with herself. Other women were satisfied with their lives, she thought. What kind of a woman was she if she did not feel this mysterious fulfillment waxing the kitchen floor? She was so ashamed to admit her dissatisfaction that she never knew how many other women shared it."  Feelings like these, I believe, are the result of a person feeling powerless in their own life.  I think that just realizing that she had the right to choose for herself what she wanted her life to be, would have alleviated all or most of her unrest.  Even now, I think that women feel a lot of guilt when motherhood is not perhaps all happy and positive as they had hoped.  Instead of thinking about what she could do to change those feelings, such as having more needed breaks, or a listening ear, she automatically thinks, "There must be something wrong with me if I don't love this."  I know this is true because I felt like this for several years of my parenting adventures.  And all along, there was not anything wrong with me, I just needed someone to talk to, like a counselor.

So, if you are a woman and enjoy having the freedom to choose what degree you want, or perhaps what career you want, or even to run a race of your choice, you should be thankful for the women who fought for those rights.  Too often, their names have become synonymous with liberal-ness and ruining the traditional home when they simply fought to give you and I the rights that we enjoy, or maybe even take for granted.  It is up to us to choose what we do with those rights, for good or for bad.  And by the way, I will never believe that women who work whether they have to or, God forbid, LOVE to, are ruining the traditional home.  I have met many who are managing to work and raise amazing, emotional healthy, happy, good children and they deserve respect and our non-judgment.

I am proud to be a feminist.

And that's how I see it.




Sunday, April 15, 2012

Just a journal post

This blog is a journal for me.  As a matter of fact, as a Christmas surprise, Robert printed the first two years of my writings into a book for me.  I realize that some of what I write might not be interesting to most, but along with my opinions and wanderings, it is also a history of my days.

What a fun weekend I had!  For the second time, I was able to go to my friend Teresa's cabin with her and my friend Annie from Friday morning until Saturday evening.  All we really did was eat and talk, but oh how I love and admire these women!  I felt like a sponge, soaking up all of their wisdom and light and having a lot of good laughs while doing it.  AND we got to ride in Annie's bi#@%-in new orange Jeep!  When I got home, Robert and Hunter showed me a movie trailer they had made for Hunter's book report project on the Hunger Games.  It was INCREDIBLE!  I am so thankful for what an amazing dad Robert is to our kids, how much time and effort he puts into relationships and memories with them.

Christian arrived home a short time after me, bathed in colored chalk.  He had attended something called "The Festival of Color" with his friends.  It's basically this giant mass of people that get together, play Indian music really loud and chuck colored chalk at each other.  It makes me so happy that he has friends that are as good, fun, and smart as him.  I love having them over to our house often for loud and rousing games of Monopoly or Risk.  They are so polite, and find such fun in innocent things.



Me with Annie's awesome Jeep.  Yes, I felt very cool.

The Wyoming cabin we stayed at, tucked behind the trees.  It snowed almost
the whole time we were there.

Love this field of windmills on our way up to the cabin.

This is part of Elisabeth's school project on the snow leopard.  I am so proud of how artistic
and talented Elisabeth is,  just like her Daddy.  This is an oil pastel drawing that she did for her project.  Way to go
Elisabeth!!
And here is the You Tube link to Hunter's movie making debut and Madison's dramatic acting debut.  http://youtu.be/Nb-8sYGVWF4


Sunday, April 8, 2012

In the land of milk and honey and other adventures

This weekend, Robert had his 20 year BYU Israel reunion in Provo and so we decided to bring the kids along and explore the BYU campus.  Robert and I have so many memories there together and Christian was born there so we had a lot of fun showing the kids where all of those things took place.  We've stayed there several times, but they always seem to love to hear the same stories again.  One of the things about the reunion I found the most touching was that several of Robert's friends from Israel, who I had never met, remembered me from the pictures Robert had displayed of me during his stay there.  Ahhhhh!  So sweet!  We also saw the temple sealer (who went to Israel with Robert) and his wife who married us, who were celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary!!  Wow!






Love those BYU mountains!


Seeing what it was like to sit in an auditorium for class

Picking out a souvenir


You found it, Ash!
Easter Sunday pictures
Madison, thrilled to have her picture taken




Me and my favorite person
Sisters…whether they like it or not
Before we left, my sister Kristen said, "Have fun in the land of milk and honey!"  I don't know why she refers to Provo as this, but I liked it and named my post after it.  Maybe she'll tell me why after she reads this.  :)



Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Who Knew?!

Who knew Antelope Island was more than just utter desolation?!  Well, not me.  Until today.  I have to admit that when the sign up sheets for the Antelope Island field trip have come home, I have always cheerfully signed Robert up to go in order to avoid the rabid mosquitos I have heard so much about.  Well, apparently, if it is 45 degrees, the mosquitos aren't out and it is actually quite beautiful over there.  My sister and her kids are in town for Spring Break, so we decided to venture out to Antelope Island for a day trip.  Here are some picture highlights:

A buffalo poo patty, definitely a highlight of the trip

Out by the "Great" Salt Lake
Cute Miss Madison with her new braces on.  We are twinners!

Ashton is quite the little hiker






Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam?  Done.




Loved these calm waves



I love what the salt does to the wood beams




Playing in the sand

Elisabeth and Robert

Lots of hiking there (we also went with some friends)
I also did a photo shoot of an adorable baby named Olivia today in a gorgeous orchard.  Can't wait to edit them!