Moving Daze

Well, it's really going to happen. We finally found a family to rent our house in Orem, which means we are going to qualify for our loan and move to Spanish Fork. I had myself convinced it wasn't going to happen, so I stopped packing for a few weeks. We suddenly have 4 days left to pack, and then we'll be moving in.

I'm having a hard time believing we're about to make such a change. Sure, the house is covered in boxes and I've accidentally packed WAY too many items I shouldn't have; but I still do the same dishes in the same sink and make the same beds. It's all so familiar and routine. The fact we're counting down the days is not sinking in.

We coming up with the "Oh! I guess we have to . . . " statements. Simple things, like calling to have our mail forwarded, realizing we have to actually finish painting in the back bathroom, and I can no longer postpone cleaning out behind and under the refrigerator and oven. Oh! I guess I have to clean the oven this week. See? It doesn't end.

We haven't made a change like this in so long, I'm wondering what our new neighborhood will be like as I'm realizing I have so many friends here to say goodbye to. The goodbyes seem fake, because my brain isn't processing the fact that we won't be bumping into our neighbors in Orem anymore, and we won't see them on Sundays. We'll have a few weeks of fuzzy memories of new names we're supposed to remember, but can't. It will all be a blur.

I know we'll have a few weeks of confusion as we unpack, but we will suddenly find ourselves settled in. I'm wondering if that's when the Moving Daze ends. I'll find myself standing at my new sink, but I'll be washing the same dishes.

Who knows? But until then, I need to get packing. I just realized I haven't started my food storage room, and hope I have enough boxes. Dried apricots, anyone?

Our trip to Moab, April, 2008

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Happy Mother's Day

I once had a daughter who acted so sweet
She charmed every stranger she happened to meet.
With smiles and curls and dimples so dear
She brightened the day of all those who were near.

But then on her birthday she finally turned two And started to act out and throw tantrums, too. She knew what she wanted and let everyone know
I was shocked at how long her tantrums could go.

But today at church she took the cake and won a new award
Five minutes into nursery she decided she was bored.
The nursery leader tried to hold her and keep her in her place
And sweet Nicole then turned - and slapped her in the face.

The leader was astonished - Matt and I were, too.
When Nicole was brought to me with "I think she wants just you.
Please hold her for a bit so the leader can calm down
Then I'm sure she'll be welcome back - the leader'll come around."

So, Mothers, this poem's for you, when your children misbehave
No matter when or where, even on Mother's Day.
Remember who's in charge, and know that it's not you
It's going to be the darling one who recently turned two.





Written by a loving mother, me (Heather Mendonsa) 5/11/08





Happy Mother's Day





Unfortunately, this poem was inspired by actual events. It was not based on a true story, it is a true story.

Ice Cream Boy

Matt brought home about 12 gallons (yes, gallons) of ice cream from work that had ice on the outside so they couldn't sell it. My grandfather would be so proud. Needless to say, we have ice cream every night for dessert because, well, it's there and we love it. Last night, Dallin burst into tears. WHen I calmed him down enough to find out why he was crying, he said Scotty had eaten his ice cream! We looked at the bowl, and sure enough, it was empty. Since Scotty had chosen Cookies and Cream and Dallin had chocolate, the ring around Scotty's mouth and chin confirmed it. I was dumbfounded. Scotty never does stuff like that! So, we asked him why he did it. He said, "I wanted it. I said I was sorry!" Hmmm. I think we need to work on apologizing. Somehow, I think our children have missed the part that they need to mean it.