Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Super Trouper


Our days here in Idaho are numbered.  Argentina is once again on the horizon.  I’m nervous, not gonna’ lie.  Will we get through the airports without any major meltdowns?  Will the grouches of the world roll their eyes at my tired fussy children?  Will I make all my connections or have any delays?  Ugh.  I’m beginning to loathe airports with a passion.

And then there are the general day-to-day concerns of just being back in a foreign country.  I’m loving the United States right now, & the thoughts of reverting back to things like my 2nd grade level Spanish skills & cold showers are overwhelming.  (Okay, to my husband’s credit, the showers aren’t always coldI’ll get over it.)  

My frustration was blasted away today by one of my mom’s favorite 70s music groups, Abba.  Carlie & my mom were dancing away to the awesomeness of Super Trouper.  Listen to it ASAP.  Oh, the subtle inspiration of 1970s rock.

Super Trouper beams are gonna’ blind me
But I won't feel blue
Like I always do
'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you

Super Trouper lights are gonna’ find me
Shining like the sun
Smiling, having fun
Feeling like a number one

P.S.  I might find out if baby bump is boy or girl in the morning.  Any guesses?  ;)  

Monday, January 30, 2012

Snow Bunnies (for a day)

When I came to Idaho, I packed one whole suitcase full of snow clothes, but it’s just so turned out to be one of the warmest Januarys ever.  But hey, I’m not complaining; I like it warmer.  I guess my girls do, too.  Last Monday night it snowed.  The next morning I spent at least forty minutes getting the girls’ snow clothes on, 15 minutes (tops) out in the snow, & then 30 minutes in the hot tub. 

(Maybe living in a warmer climate isn’t such a bad thing after all.) 


Getting cold…




getting frustrated…


getting relieved.



Silly girls.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

When I Grow Old

Last week my Grandpa Jackson asked my Dad & I to help him put on a music program at a Senior Citizen’s Home in Aberdeen, a little town close by.   This wasn’t uncommon.  Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been performing with my Grandpa & Dad at different functions.  Nothing flashy at all – places like funerals, wedding receptions, nursing homes…

The program was last night, & I convinced AnnMarie to perform her first solo ever.  She sang her favorite Primary Children’s Song, “Families Can Be Together Forever.”  She was so nervous, but she went through with it.  I’m so sad I didn’t take a picture; blame it on my pregnant self. 

I told a story about a woman named Rose who went to college at the ripe old age of 87 because she had always dreamed of getting a college education.  She became a campus icon.  Everyone knew & admired Rose.  One week after graduating, Rose died peacefully in her sleep.  After telling the story of Rose, I sang the love song, “The Rose.”

One day, I’ll grow old; we all will.  Anybody can grow older.  I guess the idea is to grow up.  Rose taught us that we grow up by finding opportunity in change.  It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.

I thought about this as I watched (& listened) to this (before the program):


My Grandpa didn’t start playing the harmonica until his 50s.  I personally think he’s a pro :).

And then I saw this:


My Dad’s mom & dad listening to their son play away for nearly 30 minutes – the sweetest thing ever

So basically, when I grow old, I hope I’m still passionate in following dreams & doing what I love, AND I hope I’ll have a child who can serenade me with beautiful music whenever I want ;).

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Welcome Home Wedding Style


Last weekend our family had a celebration dinner in honor of Nathan’s return.  We met in an old family cabin near my mom & dad’s house.  There were  a lot of people there (like 160 people a lot).  My mom found a very talented girl who made this cake.  Can you believe it?!  And so as Nathan announced, we celebrated this party wedding style.

I love how happy my dad & grandpa are as Nathan cuts the cake.


In one corner of the world there are dozens & dozens of my own family members who look a little like me, talk a little like me, & even think a little like me - imagine that;).  In another corner of the world, I’m a foreigner surrounded by people who look, talk, & think nothing like me. 

Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in all of our differences with others.  Sometimes it seems as though our differences are the only things we even notice in others, including our own family members. 

But this party – this celebration – was a reminder to me of how silly it is to focus on those differences.  We’re all so similar, really. Especially if we live in the same country, let alone the same community. Most people are just trying to figure life out like you & me, even if they do speak a different language.

Anyway, here’s to you Nathan!!  One…last…hoorah! 

2012 pictures

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Dear Dad


Dear Dad,

How is Argentina?  We hope you’re not too lonely without us.  We are having lots of fun here in Idaho.  We went to Lava Hot Springs last night.  The air was freezing cold, but the water was extra hot & toasty.  The only thing missing was you.  We’ve been eating yummy food & drinking fresh milk.  We miss you.

Love, your two favorite girls

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Coming Home

            Here are a few great pictures of my little brother’s homecoming last Tuesday, January 3rd.  (Photo courtesy of whoever was using my mom’s camera.)  Oh, how I wish I could have been there!

I love these two women in all their anxiousness.  Classic.


Is this a dream?!  Is it really him?!  (The security guard was getting seriously nervous.  He actually looks completely oblivious, but I heard he was pacing due to loud screams from the mother in orange.)







But wait…can it be??  Who is that pregnant woman with two tiny travelers?


A day late, but we made it!  It only took 34 long hours of traveling, but yes, the girls & I are home in Idaho now for a few weeks.  Jared was able to travel with me up until Atlanta, but after that, I was on my own. 

I was bawling my eyes out.



When you’re safe at home you wish you were having an adventure.  When you’re having an adventure you wish you were safe at home.”  - Thornton Wilder

Monday, January 2, 2012

Warming the Heart

I’ve always loved missionaries.  Growing up, it seemed like missionaries were always in our home.  Now it seems like missionaries are always in my home. 

I always thought I would serve a mission someday.  Being here is a different type of mission, but in many ways, I feel like I’m just one of the missionaries…with the added benefit of an ideal companion ;)!

On Christmas Day, we were surrounded by missionaries who were anxiously awaiting their turn to call home.  Between the internet & our international phone, we were a communication hub, & it was priceless.  Their faces upon hearing their families’ voices is something I’ll never forget.  I even heard one mom screaming through the phone - it was incredible.  The love their families have for them is contagious.  I am so grateful for the opportunity we have to be around these missionaries.





And of course I wouldn’t let them go without making them sing my favorite Christmas carols around the piano.


Speaking of missionaries, my dear little brother Nathan will be returning home from the Roseville, California mission…tomorrow at Noon.  I love you Elder Jackson.