life, the old trickster

About 3/4 through this day I thought I had better record what a typical day for me is like during this period of my life. Because its a bit insane.

7 am: Wake up, make breakfast for everyone (waffles for the girls, steel cut oats with strawberries for Trevor and I). I clean 4 little girl faces, brush and braid hair, toothbrushes, shoes, and schoolbags. While this is happening, I let Eloise make an enormous mess "eat" some breakfast.
I do dishes, I do laundry.
I run 1.3 miles, and I listen to a lecture on Russian history 1850-1860. I want to read more Tolstoy. Then I practice 15 minutes of morning yoga while Eloise and Hazel play in the rice box.
I prepare Eloise's feeding bag and G-tube (this takes 20-30 minutes).
I take a five minute shower and blow dry my hair.

11:20 am: This is the drop-dead time I can leave the house to make it to pick up Josephine and Amelia from kindergarten in Provo on time. Getting Hazel out the door is like watching the continental drift. So. Painfully. Slow.
I do my make-up while in line waiting for the twins to get out of kindergarten.
I have a conversation with their teacher through the car window while Eloise is screaming madly at me because she dropped her toy.
During the drive I have one earbud listening to more Russian history.
We arrive home, I make Udon Miso soup with mushrooms, carrots, snow peas, and the fresh noodles I made yesterday. Eloise tries all of it, but spits out 80% of it onto her bib, lap and the floor.
I do dishes, I do laundry. Meanwhile I listen to Terry Gross interview Chris Impey about his experience teaching astronomy to Buddhist monks in Nepal, and I am engrossed.
I make slow cooker black beans and set them to cook for dinner.

2:00 pm: I do more work on Eloise's feeding bag and mix her more Nutren Junior, and put her down for a nap.
I make and knead dough for baguettes.
Story and tea time for the three older girls. I make them Little Dicken tea with cream and we eat the delicious shortbread cookies I made last night. We read poems from Now We Are Six, by A.A. Milne, and they have to listen for rhyming words.
Instead of homework today (we already turned in the last packet for the year), I give them a sewing lesson. Each girl poked their finger and got angry when they slipped the thread out of the needle, but asked to have another lesson tomorrow.
I do dishes.
The older girls have some play time on the iPad. I rest for exactly 10 minutes while the baguettes bake.

3:30 pm: My mom shows up to watch the other girls while I take Josephine to the pediatrician with an ear infection. She has a mild cold, but because her allergies are so severe the doctor suggests I take her to see an allergy specialist at Primary Children's Medical Center. I ask, "Is there anywhere else I could take her? I'd really rather not be...there."
The pharmacy doesn't have the correct dosage of antibiotic to treat Jo's ear infection. Phone calls ensue.
We come home, and I thank my parents for watching the other 3.
Dinner preparations. Trevor comes home.
I spend 20 minutes tending the rose bushes in the backyard.
I spend an hour finishing the elastic waist in the dress I'm making, and hem the skirt with gorgeous creamy lace. I listen to the next history of Russia lecture, 1860-1890. I contemplate Karl Marx.
I give Josephine her medications that miraculously we procured.
I prepare Eloise's feeding bag, read and then sing to Eloise, put her to bed.
I snuggle and pray with each girl.
I vacuum the downstairs, and do laundry.
I practice bedtime goodnight yoga.
I write this blog post.

You know, when I was in graduate school I thought I was so busy. Life is an old trickster.


Outdoor Yoga Studio - Finishing Touches

The foundation completed, trex laid, and then the gazebo!

 I know succulents are becoming passé, but I like them. 
 Lotus pose!

The blue orb lights up with solar lights at night, and I put solar lights along the top of the gazebo.
Everyone likes it! 



I'm not sure why, but I always thought my children would have entirely different interests and passions than I do, so when they are the same I am surprised. For the last four months, Josephine has been positively obsessed with harp seals and selkies. It has been an out-of-body experience for me; its like watching a copy of myself as a kid. I was a tad older than Jo, but I went through an all-encompassing selkies and seals phase. Seeing this slight, brown-haired, blue-eyed girl say things like, "If I could just get to Ireland and swim in the Irish Sea, I KNOW I would be a real selkie," is completely bizarre because I probably said the precise same thing at some point. I must have watched The Secret of Roan Inish a hundred times growing up.

So when this movie was in production, Trevor and Jo watched the trailer every night for weeks:
And when Song of the Sea came to Broadway Cinemas in Salt Lake last March, Josephine and I made a special mother-daughter date to see it. It was a magical experience, and one I think Jo may remember forever. We talked about Irish selkies, fairy tales and seals the whole drive to Salt Lake. The movie is a work of art and beautiful in every way. Jo sat on my lap and we snuggled, ate M&Ms and popcorn, and reveled in the film. We loved the movie, and it was special because we had such a lovely time together.
So of course when the DVD was delivered to our door, an 'evening of some significance' was in store. I wanted to sew Saoirse dolls for each of the girls, and asked Trevor to help me draft a pattern. I had two days to finish them before we were having the movie party, but the missed sleep was oh-so worth it. The girls would all want different colors I knew, so we had a green, blue and pink doll, and naturally the white one was was for Jo, because it had to be exactly like Saoirse:
They were so surprised and overjoyed in a way only young children can be. That was the middle of March, and there hasn't been a day since the girls haven't played with their selkie dolls, and we must have already watched the movie a hundred times!


Yoga Studio: Stage Two

Trevor dug freakishly-perfect circular holes, and he and my dad poured cement. Brackets were placed, and 4x4's were placed perfectly evenly in place to lay the studio's framework. I tell you what, both my husband and my father would have made some fantastic construction designers!
Dowel placement exactly like the construction of the Tabernacle in Salt Lake City!
My cute little Millie, who helped me paint sealant onto the boards. 
Being a woman of small means, my mom and I went in search of any inexpensive remnant Trex from the dealer. It was my job today to make all those mismatched boards into something Yoga-Bohemian-Beautiful. With a few blood blisters, a sore back, and a disgruntled Eloise, this is the result:
I placed and cleaned the boards. When you have to make something beautiful out of a series of rectangles of assorted sizes, who should you turn to for inspiration? Why, Piet Mondrian of course!
Next step is to screw all the trex in place!


en français

So much of life hasn't turned out the way I imagined, but some things do. I knew if I ever had children, I'd want them to speak French. Last month they where excepted into the French program at their school. Let's begin!


Paska bread

Easter is the supreme holiday. Number 1, at least for me. I'm doing some preparatory baking!
Paska bread is a tradition in Eastern Europe. Five points of you can name the three Christian symbols on the bread.