Friday, September 9, 2011

Introducing the Family

I was reading some older posts and realized that I had named my boys one thing earlier and am calling them something else now.  That all comes from not having a well thought out plan to begin with and a fading memory as we go along.

So today I'll formally introduce everybody.  Of course you know me, PFCMom, or Rozylass.  I was born and raised in San Diego, California.  I served a mission in Florida Tallahassee, back in the olden days (as my children call them) when it included all of the panhandle, south to Gainesville, and included southern Georgia and Alabama.  I served in all three states and love the South and southern folks.  After my mission I worked, traveled, attended college and kept hoping to get married.  I eventually met a US Marine named Steve, known as TopDad now, and we married in June 1988.  He was thirty-one and I was thirty.  Our first child, Noble, was born July 1989.  She was followed by four brothers, Elder PW in January 1991, JET in August 1993, Doc Brown or Dr. Hair in September 1996, and Dandylion or Mr. Music in June 1998.

We have lived in San Diego, Oak Harbor and Mount Vernon, Washington, Dale City and Stafford Virginia, Provo and Midvale, Utah.  Currently we are in Audubon, IA, Heartland, USA.  It is a tiny town of about 2,100 (my HS was larger) and we are surrounded by gorgeous farmland, corn and soybeans, as well as pastures with cows of all colors.  The rolling hills, woods, wildflowers, streams and farm buildings make for a beautiful picture anyway you look.

When I ask Noble where she says she is from, she says "I tell them I'm from all over, a military brat."  I told her to mystify people by saying she is "bi-coastal."

TopDad is an Industrial Technology teacher here; he teaches beginning and advanced woods, beginning and advanced drafting, keyboarding, Eighth grade exploratory (Careers), and next semester will be adding a new class to his repertoire: Small Engines.  All this keeps him busy enough, and in the spring he adds coaching the Boy's Tennis team to the mix.  At church he's the Young Men's President which gives him reason to spend time with our own boys helping them through the ranks of Scouting.

Noble is in the Air Force now and attending language school in California.  She just got a computer and skyped me for the first time last night.  It was really fun.  She is studying Korean and expects to be stationed there when she finishes school.  She's also an aspiring writer with an imagination to be envied. She creates whole worlds and cultures complete with magic systems and all sorts of interesting creatures in them.  She's tall, slim and beautiful.

Elder PW is in Argentina, way, way down south in Caleta Olivia.  He will return at the end of March 2012 and has a scholarship waiting for him at Westminster College in Salt Lake City.  He dream was to be Marine Corps pilot, but I think his mission has changed that a little.  We'll see what he decides when he returns.  We know it will involve flying.

JET is attending a local community college and loving life.  His major is media productions which shows off his skills and talents.  He is the most social of all our children and loves to be around people.  He is totally artistic, even to the point of making his food look pretty!

Doc Brown/Dr. Hair is a freshman, birthday next week turning 15.  He plays the trumpet in the marching band, loves school and is a serious student.  He is a Lego Master Builder and would love to work for Lego later.  He is also a budding architect who has long promised to build me my dream home.

Dandylion/Mr. Music is thirteen, in eighth grade and still my sweetheart who hugs and kisses me.  He'll always be my "baby" no matter how old and big he gets.  He plays percussion (bass drum) in the Jr. High marching band and his teacher tells us that the band falls apart when he isn't there to keep the beat going.  He is Mr. Music because from the time he was a baby I knew he had music in his soul.  He taught himself to lead music from looking at the diagrams in the back of the hymnbook during Sacrament Meetings at age three.  At age four he wanted to learn to play the fiddle.  At age five he began lessons and took to it like a duck to water.  (It was a VERY sad day in my life to have to end lessons for financial reasons, but that's a whole 'nother story.)  At about age six or seven he announced that he wanted to be an orchestra leader and learn all the instruments.  Well, we'll see.  He is also a good artist and cook and mathematician.  He has so many talents!


Here's my brood, two years ago, in the spring before TopDad and JET moved to Audubon.


And here am I with TopDad, both pictures taken on Mother's Day, in front of the giant Lilac Bush in our backyard in Midvale, Utah.  I wish I could have transplanted that beauty out here to Iowa.  They take so long to grow.

Many years ago when I was struggling with all little children and the boys especially were hard to handle being rude and totally boyish, I had a brief glimpse of all of the boys grown up.  They were all in white shirts and ties and they all loomed over me.  They were handsome and I could feel their protecting power surrounding me.  It gave me the strength to press forward and continue teaching them, training them and leading them to adulthood.  My husband and I often remark that our children are on a 19 year training program to help us be patient with their unfinished selves.  Now that two are out of the nest and another is almost ready to leave I'm beginning to see the fulfillment of that vision.  

I love being a mother; I would choose the same path over again, and I would exercise even more faith and have more children.  True joy in life comes from family and as it has been said "No other success can compensate for failure in the home."  And "The greatest work we will ever do will be within the walls of our homes."  

New Haircut Part 2


Back now, with a couple of pictures of the new cut.  Kim, the stylist, asked if I wanted my hair blown dry and I let her.  Usually I just leave with damp hair and let it do its thing, but today I let her dry it all smooth.




I love the smooth look and know that when I don't want it I can let all the waves and curls show and have fun with a more tousled look.

By the way, can you see Noble at the left of the photos?  She is doing great and now has a computer so we had our first Skype call last night.  She took me on a tour of her dorm room, showed me her new clothes, her textbooks and even her computer in a mirror.  Isn't technology great!

New Haircut Part 1

In ten minutes I'll be stepping up the street to get my hair cut.  I have a new IMAC computer so I can take a picture with it and post it right away, I hope.

I have a Talbots catalog from 1990 with a haircut I like, and as I looked at the catalog I realized that the clothing draws heavily from the thirties for inspiration.  With all the blogs I read about sewing and vintage clothing I'm not surprised that I saved this particular catalog as having some elegant, classic styles in it.

I believe my tastes have always run to the vintage, or historically inspired styles.  One of my favorite dresses in high school was one that Elizabeth Bennet would have liked.  Empire waist, puffed sleeves, ankle length, made of a thin cotton, if I remember correctly small floral or leaf print on a cream ground.  I loved that dress!

Time to go, be back in an hour or so.

Friday, September 2, 2011

I Know This Feeling, and I Don't Like It

It's been ten years since I was involved in "potty-training."  Now I'm faced with it again as Cutie Bug goes through it.  Today, I lost my patience and when JET got up I drove his car to the store to buy diapers.  I'm not going to deal with wet couches and chairs, puddles on the floor as well as wet and poopy panties.  I'm a firm believer in not even beginning "training" until a child is at least three.  Before then it is mother training, to remember to take the child to the toilet every thirty minutes.  I'm too busy for that.  When a child is about three, there is sufficient mental maturity to make the connection between bodily clues (feelings) and what to do about them.  Even at three and for a long time after, boys just are too busy playing to pay attention to their body's announcements and they suppress them until OOPS; then it's too late. But before three, it's always an OOPS.  So until Cutie Bug is three, I'm opting for diapers.

Actually when a child is ready, it takes about one day to "train" them.  I had Doc Brown and Dandylion in diapers at the same time.  Doc hadn't been very successful answering the call of nature.  But when offered the chance to go on the Father and Son Campout if he could stay dry, there was no looking back.  He stayed dry from that time on.  He was about three and a half.  Ready!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Charting Your Own Course - Wearing Your Own Style

Look what I found on a website while looking for wardrobe planning.  This is an Issac Mizrahi dress for Target from 2008.  I guess Noble and I are behind the times; but actually I like the one I made for her much better.
What do you think?

I've always, and I mean always, worn what I wanted without too much regard for what was in style.  After all, I'm a pale skinned, red-headed, modest dresser.  I made my own styles.  And surprisingly, many times I was ahead of the game.  What I wore one season would come in style the next year.  It was uncanny.  At other times though I was behind the curve and by the time I got something it was past its prime.  But when you're a little nobody like me, who cares?  Now in my fifties, and with a matronly (read fat) figure it is impossible to look stylish.  (See below: I look TOP heavy in that outfit when I really have a fairly even hourglass figure.)

 
           So Today I am Serious!