LDS Night at Oracle Arena

Basically all the stadiums up here (and apparently other places, too, as my parents said they do it at Dodger stadium and it is a big deal) have a night where they do discount tickets to LDS Church members. Ben is a Warriors fan so we went to the game against the Jazz. Our tickets included dinner at the snack bar and the evening consisted of missionaries singing the national anthem, LDS youth basketball during halftime, and Thurl Bailey chalk talk after the game. We didn't stay for Thurl as we had to get home to relieve the babysitter, but we had an investigating family with us that thought the whole thing was just awesome and they were so excited to be there, which helped us to be excited. We had a lot of fun and it was good to get out together. I kept waiting for people to boo the missionaries, or make some comment when they would announce something about the Mormons during the game, but everyone was very respectful.
Of course the Warriors lost. Poor Ben


Random: These were taken as Ben left work a couple weeks ago. It had been raining and raining and I was ready to pull my hair out or some other drastic measure to vent my frustration with the nastiness. But that day it cleared up for a moment and we had a gorgeous view. He made some comment about how nice little things like that happen even amidst the gloom, but I was not having any of it at the time. However, now I look back and am glad he got a picture of that pretty rainbow. And it is true; good things do happen, we just don't always notice.

Goings on

Benny likes to mess with my make-up. This pic was on a mild day. Yesterday, however, I let him do whatever he wanted while I cleaned the kitchen. This led to cleaning the entire bathroom after he applied foundation all over it and himself. There will be no more playing with mommy's make-up (especially as Daddy thinks it is not macho enough).

While I shower I usually give him some cereal and he watches cartoons in my bed. Look closely and you can see the froot loops so neatly lined up on the comforter. He is so precise in the things he does. It will be interesting to see what he chooses for a career.

Valentine's weekend was pretty uneventful as Ben and I don't really like to do much for V-Day, but we did put Benny in a big boy "day bed." We had been meaning to do this for awhile (just like I am meaning to potty train) and finally got around to doing some rearranging. So far so good and he likes to have the freedom of getting in and out. The funny thing is he gets up a lot earlier now. Either that or I just didn't know he was up and left him in his crib for an extra hour or 2! I have mixed feelings about him officially no longer being a baby.

Then Monday was Presidents' Day and Ben had the day off. Yahoo! We actually planned the day and went to the SF Zoo as a family. It was a really nice day and we had a lot of fun. We don't get to go on many outings as a family, so we really made the most of it. The generosity of others really made the day even better as we got the tickets to the zoo, parking, and ride passes from one of Ben's coworkers. And then when we were in the petting zoo, we didn't have enough change for sheep/goat feed, and a little girl came up to Benny and shared hers with him. Very, very sweet.

I'm too lazy to go straighten this video. No one will probably think it is as cute as I do, but I just think it's funny he tells himself he did a good job.

Benny got to ride the carousel twice thanks to the ride passes (train line was like 45 min, no way we were waiting for that!), and he gave his dad a thank you hug:

I have never seen something so cute before as this chimp. He/she was lying down under the blanket, then got up and wrapped it around himself. He just hung out with his blankie in the fog.


And this is the souvenir Benny bought at the zoo. He wasn't super excited about it at first since he wanted everything in the store, but since then he has been talking to it and tucking it in the covers with him at night. He also has a blue pillow that he will not share for the world, but he lovingly places his monkey on the pillow when they go to bed.

And that's about it for now.

Wow

That's all I have to say about my evening. The missionaries called me a couple days ago and asked if I could provide a ride for someone they wanted to take to the Oakland temple visitors' center. I had met her once and was more than happy to take her to meet with them.
I was not prepared for the wonderful evening I had (yes, I actually used the word "wonderful"). She was an amazing woman, and I admire her very much for the changes she is willing to make in her life and for her will to do what is right.

If only I were willing to change like that. Would I be willing to turn my entire life around like she was?
I thought about how my life has completely done a 180 the past few months, and how much I whine about it. It has not been easy. Everything is pretty much opposite of how it was. And my attitude has not always been good; in fact, it's been more negative than positive.
But tonight I was humbled, and I was very grateful that I got to provide a ride to an almost stranger, because I got way more out of it than I put in.

I write this to remind myself tomorrow when I start whining again just how much I have to be grateful for.

Talents

I decided it would be nice if I had one.

Our ward here is pretty spread out, and there are not many moms and kids, so we try to make an effort to get together and do stuff. This past week we went to someone's house to make Valentines and let the kids play. I wasn't too sure about the making stuff part, but I knew we really needed to get out of the house.

When we arrived there were all sorts of crafty scrapbooking supplies and paper. It looked cool, but I didn't know what I was supposed to do with any of it. I kind of sat and watched while others made Valentine after Valentine. I felt anxiety growing and growing in my stomach and spreading. In an hour I was maybe halfway done with one card while they had made like 4.

Then I came home and played blocks with Benny. I built the same thing I usually build, a four-walled structure. I looked at the block box and saw a bunch of different things like robots and dinosaurs and wondered how people thought to build stuff like that.

I always joked with people that I didn't have one creative bone in my body, and that day I knew without a doubt it was true. I do not do cutesy blogs. I do not do fun daily activities with my child. I had no idea what I was doing when I taught singing time in primary at church. I don't photograph, scrapbook, decorate, or write.
I'm not saying all this to be all "woe is me" or anything, it's just a clear realization of who I am. I used to think I really needed to work on being more creative for my children, and it probably would be nice if I were, but I think they'll live if I don't sew their Halloween costumes or cut their food into cool shapes. It's ok if all my sisters are creative and I am not. It just goes to show how different we all are. And we are all good at different things.
I am REALLY working on trying not to compare myself with others--ie. how many kids they have, how they raise their kids, what kind of house they have--and I will just not compare myself regarding things we do, too.
Besides, it would be a pretty boring place if we all did the exact same things, right?
And for anyone who cares to see them, these are my 2 Valentines. My dear hubby came home and told me how cute they were:)

Christmas

I might post about it one day. We were gone so long and took so many pics it just seems overwhelming

Getting old

My dad is going to kill me for this post. But I told him I was going to do it. So if he does get really mad, I guess I will remove it, but he has been warned. We usually laugh at my mom, but it's your turn now, Dad!
My parents were up for Benny's 2nd birthday last weekend. It was fun to have them here and Benny enjoyed spending time with his grandparents. We tried to go to Chuck E Cheese but it was INSANE, so we had pizza and cake at home. Then Grandpa and Benny watched cartoons together.

Later in the week my mom called to ask if my dad had left a white shirt up here. Dad was pretty sure it was on his body the whole time so it couldn't have been left. I checked through all the laundry and didn't find anything. My mom called again tonight and left 2 messages as they were getting obsessed with finding this white shirt now. My mom had the idea to have me check the birthday pics and see if my dad was indeed wearing the shirt. This is the shirt he had on:



It is not white. I told them it was blue so the mystery had still not been solved. However, then my dad got on the phone and started excitedly getting some notion in his head. He put me on hold. When he came back he said the shirt actually was blue after all. He had it the whole time, he just forgot what color it was. All week they had been looking for a white shirt that didn't exist. He blames this clothing forgetfulness on just being an oblivious guy, but my mom says he's getting old.
No one else probably thinks this is funny as you had to be there, but I was laughing my head off. I'm sure I was laughing so hard I was making my "horse face," as Ben calls it.
Laughing that hard also made my eye hurt more, but it was so worth it

Gross--proceed with caution

Because last night I looked like this,



and this morning after prying my eye open looked like this, I had to go all over the place to go to the doctor and pharmacies today.



When I got home, I found this:



my boys lounging on the couch watching football, eating pizza, and snuggling under a warm blanket.



I think they enjoyed a daddy/Benny day while I enjoyed being banished to my room to read, watch TV, and play on the internet.