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Bleeding Hearts, but Tight Fists

I found this article to be extremely interesting. I'd love to know what people thought about it. I especially enjoyed this phrase: "...It is one of the bitterest ironies of liberal politics today that political opinions are apparently taking the place of help for others." One of the core tenets of Republican philosophy is that assistance to the needy is to be provided through private organizations. It is encouraging to know that, at least in this area, Republicans are actually practicing what they preach. http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/03/26/AR2008032602916_pf.html On a related note, what are some of your favorite charities? We give to the United Way every year (100% of local donations go directly to programs; operating costs are covered by corporate sponsors), and I really am impressed by Heifer International. Also, how do you teach your children to give generously?

Coat Closet Mysteries

So I've made a goal to organize one thing and prepare one thing for our trip each day before we leave next Friday. So today's organizing task was the coat closet. I'm truly appalled at how much stuff we crammed in there. Just for me, the running total is one leather coat with faux fur (totally gorgeous, but sooooo warm it's almost impossible to wear), one leather jacket (from Italy, but so worn it's looking very shabby), a cream trench coat, a coral trench coat (just scored that one for less than $20 and I love it!), THREE long wool coats, one everyday coat, one corduroy jacket, one squall jacket, one light jacket, three sweaters, and a pair of ski bibs. This is not including hats, gloves, or scarves. What on earth....????? We live in ALBUQUERQUE. It snows about five times a year here, and calling some of those weather-related episodes "snows" is being extremely generous. Do I really need 14 coats? Really? But they're all so nice I hate to give them away (with the exception of the leather, but that is so nostalgic I don't think I can part with it). I think I need an intervention. And if someone could explain why I have three boxes and five cans of food storage in the COAT closet, I'd appreciate it. Or why the play tent is in there. It's a complete mystery.

Christmas Tree Part I

The biggest problem with putting up the Christmas tree is rearranging the furniture. I don't know how people find room for these massive trees while keeping everything else the same. I was able to get that done this afternoon while the kids were sleeping. I had these great plans to have a family evening decorating the tree, but then I forgot that Aaron had Scouts. Not his fault. He's only been going to Scouts every Wednesday for the last year. I don't know why I can't get it into my head. It's also on the calendar. But for some reason I'm blind to that particular entry. Things like this happen every Wednesday. Fortunately, I had other helpers: I wanted to get it decorated tonight, but then a strand went out. I don't know why I was surprised. A strand ALWAYS goes out. So that took about 45 minutes to figure out, and by that time I was done. So stay tuned for pictures of the completed tree...

The Value of a Nickel

After being sicker than dogs over the Thanksgiving weekend (trust me, you don't want to hear about it), we're finally back to normal. It's nice to be out of the house (I hadn't left the house since Friday) and doing everyday things. I have so much to catch up on. Poor Katie's completely out of underwear and it's been a while since any vacuuming has occurred. And it's time to start getting our Christmas decorations out, since we weren't able to do that after Thanksgiving. We were going through a phase when our kids were having accidents EVERY DAY, which was driving me up the wall. I think they just got to a point where they wanted to see just how long they could go without going to the bathroom. I was sick of cleaning up messes that shouldn't have happened and I was sick of punishing kids for accidents. "Well, no dessert tonight!" (Great, that means I actually have to have a dessert!) So we began giving the kids a nickel (or any coin, it doesn't matter) every time they go to the bathroom. Then, at the end of the day, anyone who is accident-free all day gets two extra nickels. After they have accumulated 20 nickels, they get to go to the dollar store and pick out anything they want, with no interference from Mom. This has worked well for many reasons: 1. It incentivises going to the bathroom. ***Is incentivise a real word? We used it all the time at work, but I'm doubting it's veracity.*** 2. It teaches responsibility. They're responsible for reminding us to give them nickels and for keeping them in a safe place. Any nickels found by parents are forfeit. 3. It's a non-food reward for being dry. 4. It helps with counting. We count our nickels A LOT. Twenty is a nice number because it means they have to make it through the teens, which is always tricky. 4. It teaches about money. They have to hand over the nickels to Mom before they can get their reward. I'd have them give it straight to the cashier, but taxes complicate the lesson. They also learn that the value of money lies in its purchasing power, not in the money itself. 5. They learn about opportunity costs. They can only choose ONE item. If they decide they want a puzzle more than the foam sword, they have to put the sword back. Today's excursion demonstrated their two personalities perfectly. Katie spent about half an hour browsing the store and finally settled on a pair of fairy wings that match her tutu. Paul grabbed the first item he saw (a candy cane filled with M&Ms) and didn't change his mind the entire time. The M&Ms were gone by the time we got home. Of course, Katie had to try out her fairy wings as soon as we got home. They immediatly ran to their dress-up clothes. Fortunately, Paul chose the cowboy this time. More often than not he's a very handsome Belle or Snow White.

Will be switching to Wordpress sometime soon...

Because Blogger is completely lame, I'm going to be switching to Wordpress in the near future. Aaron's been bugging me about it for months, and after my annoyances with getting this most recent post written, I think it's about time. So be watching...

Go Cougars!

BYU played UNM here in Albuquerque, so we spent Saturday morning at the BYU Tailgate Party. Our kids had so much fun. My friend was on the committee that organized the event, so she roped us into manning the bean bag toss (I know--SO difficult). The kids loved playing all the games and eating the yummy breakfast burritos. Donuts on a string--always a classic. Face painting. I think Katie asked us at least 30 times if her Y was still on. I wanted them to get their hair sprayed blue and white, but neither of them were daring enough. It was quite chilly, but they kept warm by spending about an hour inside the bouncy castle. For those of you unfamiliar with Albuquerque, the bouncy castle is a city institution. Every major event has at least two bouncy castles, and they're usually quite deluxe. During the summer, every park is filled with bouncy castles that people have rented out for children's birthday parties. Averi also enjoyed the bouncy castle. We just bounced her up and down on the ramp going in, and she was thrilled. She screamed any time we moved her away from the area. Katie and Paul loved seeing Cosmo. Paul was hesitant to get his picture taken with him, though, and when he finally did, my camera wouldn't take. Turned out that my memory card was full (we take LOTS of pictures) and by the time I got a picture deleted Cosmo had to go. So sad. And Averi's super cute. Aaron and I got a babysitter for the kids, so we were able to go to the game together. It was kind of frightening there at the end, but we pulled through and won. It would have been REALLY embarrassing for BYU to have been the Lobos' only win of the season.

The witch got Dorothy in our version...

I'm back after weeks of non-stop sewing. Seriously, if you want to sew four costumes, start earlier than the second week of October. Or you'll be sewing until 5:45 the night of the trunk or treat party that starts at 6. Not good. But our kids were absolutely adorable, and I think Aaron and I looked pretty good too, if I do say so myself. We chose a Wizard of Oz theme. Aaron was the scarecrow, I was the Wicked Witch, Katie was Glinda, Paul was the Cowardly Lion, and Averi was Dorothy. Katie was very concerned that we didn't have another boy to be the tin man, but the crisis was averted when one showed up at the trunk or treat. Another piece of advice: the 99 cent green grease paint isn't even worth that much. It was the worst makeup I've ever used. It wouldn't go on well at all, so it took about a million coats to get a green hue. It was also the shiniest, slimiest paint ever. And it wouldn't come off. I washed my face at least five times (included a pass with eye makeup remover) and I still was tinted green. Ugh! But here we are in all our cuteness... Averi was not in a picture taking mood. This was the best shot I got of her; you can see her darling ruby slippers. This is what I saw most of the time I was trying to get a decent photo of her... Adorable. Just adorable. That darn crown was the bane of Katie's existence during the trunk or treat dance. It kept falling off or even slipping down around her face completely. She didn't want to take it off because then she wouldn't be so "Glinda," but eventually she relented.

Swoon

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