I don't have a whole lot to say by way of introduction this month, so let's get right into the good stuff, such as . . .
Earning . . . a couple of merit badges with my mom. She participates in the Proper Mountain Woman Club every year, which involves setting goals, trying new things, learning skills, being active and social, and reading. I've never been a part of it before, but I know that she usually enjoys working on her challenges with other people. So we danced to some energizing music before heading out the door, and then she and my two sisters and I wore matching clothes and went out to eat. (Some of the merit badges are more serious or educational, but these ones were pure fun).
Learning . . . about my enneagram type. I love any personality framework, and one that I have been intrigued by for a long time but never spent the time to actually learn about it was the enneagram. So when Mike's cousin, who is a marriage therapist, offered a workshop, I jumped at the chance. She took us through all nine types, offering examples in culture and movies. We learned about wings and weaknesses and strengths and healthy/unhealthy versions. It was fascinating, and by the time we were done, I felt like I had a solid understanding of it. I was easy to identify: I'm a Type 1. Mike was a little harder for me to figure out: he's either a Type 2 or Type 9. Surprising to me was how interested my kids were when I got home. They all wanted to take the test and look through all my papers and examples. Clark is probably a 7, Bradley's a 1 like me, Max is either a 1 or 8, and Aaron's a 9.
Attempting . . . potty training. And really, that's all it was. An attempt. Silas has been picking up on things so quickly, so I thought, "Why not give potty training a try?" This is about a year sooner than we tried it with any of our other kids, but I thought it couldn't hurt. So we got him a basket of treats, put him in underwear, and . . . he had a bunch of accidents and not a single success. So, no harm done, we decided to put the underwear away for now and try again in a few months.
Attending . . . a trunk show. One of my knitting friends, Deborah, has her own yarn dying company (Candy Shoppe Yarns). One of the nearby yarn stores (Petit Fours and Purls) hosted Deborah for a trunk show. I went with my friend, Emily, and most of our knitting group came, too. It was so fun to admire all of Deborah's beautiful yarn (she knows how to put together a truly gorgeous display), and I came home with a couple of skeins that I love.
Hosting . . . cousins. We got to have Josh and Benny at our house for a couple of days while their parents and brother were in Florida. They could not have been easier kids to have around. They were kind, helpful, and polite, and my kids loved having them here.
Sewing . . . a dress. I haven't done any personal sewing in about three years. I just kind of lost all interest in it. But then, one evening I suddenly had the thought, "I need a new wintery dress. Maybe I should sew myself one." I knew just the fabric I wanted to use. I immediately prepped the pattern and cut out the pieces. The next day, I made the dress. It was so much fun. It was a fast project, and both of my machines worked well the entire time, and it turned out just the right size, so it was a pleasure to make from start to finish. I've been knitting my dad a cardigan, and it is taking quite a long time, so I think it was really energizing to have an instant gratification project like this one.
Celebrating . . . love. Our Valentine's Day was pretty low-key but nice. Clark and Ian made Valentine boxes for school. In the evening, we had a candlelit dinner, each of the boys received a new book, Mike wrote me a poem, and we ate lots of chocolate.
Discovering . . . amazing Thai food. There's this frozen yogurt place close by that we'd never been to. On a whim, we decided to go there (on the snowiest day in February, no less), and while the frozen yogurt was good, we were more intrigued by the Thai food that was also sold there. So the next night, Mike picked some up for dinner, and it turned out to be really good. So good, in fact, that we got it again a couple of weeks later.
Skiing . . . in Logan Canyon. On President's Day, we went to Mike's parents' cabin with two of his siblings and their families. There was a lot more snow there than we currently had at our house. We took advantage of all that snow and went cross country skiing. I had never done any type of skiing before (downhill or cross country), but I had been wanting to try. So Mike and I went out together . . . and I did not have the best attitude. It did not come naturally. It was a real struggle. I felt like I was so bad at it. Mike kept calling back, "Are you enjoying any of this?" And I said, "Maybe 5%." I just kept wondering why I wasn't just hiking instead. But when we got back to the cabin, Sonja and Amanda were just heading out, so I decided to keep going with them, and things improved (both my attitude and skills). Besides skiing, there was also a lot of playing games and chatting and eating. It was a fun day.
Buying . . . some cheap wood. Mike is still making frames, and he was able to find a great deal on some wood scraps from a local carpentry business. They were being sold at a steep discount because they were pretty much useless for building cabinets but perfect for making frames.
Discussing . . . a book over dinner. My good friend, Sarah, and I decided to start a very small book club. It has exactly two members: just us! We chose four books for 2024 and we are meeting quarterly for discussions. First on our list: Stolen Focus by Johann Hari. We went to a new-to-us Thai restaurant (I guess this was the month for Thai food!), and, armed with our books and notes and questions, had a thoughtful and engaging conversation while eating yummy food. It was such an enjoyable evening, and honestly, I was so grateful to have someone to discuss this book with. There was a lot to unpack, and I think I would have felt very unsettled at the end of it if I'd been left to wrestle with it alone. As we left the restaurant, our waiter asked, "Good book?" I think we looked like the biggest nerds, but that suited me just fine.
Singing . . . at library storytime. I used to take my kids to storytime at the library every week, but I haven't done it at all with Silas. But we were free one morning, so I decided to give it a try, and he instantly loved it. He joined in on all of the actions. He sang along with the librarian. And he listened to the stories very attentively. At the end, the librarian passed out supplies for a craft (a polar bear made from a paper plate), and he proudly showed it to everyone after it was done. He enjoyed it so much that when we were at my parents' house a couple of weeks later, we decided to check out the storytime at their library, and he loved that one too.
Visiting . . . his friend in the hospital. One of Clark's best friends had his appendix rupture (after several weeks of abdominal pain and multiple consultations with the pediatrician). He was in the hospital for a couple of days, so Mike took Clark over for a visit. Luckily, his recovery has gone quite well and he is pretty much back to his regular self. (Unfortunately, neither of the dads remembered to take a photo of these two friends.)
Seeing . . . a classic play. Our local high school put on the play, Our Town. I couldn't pass up an opportunity to see it since I never had before, but it's often referenced in books or movies and I wanted to know what it was all about. Max went with me, and we enjoyed the production very much. The audience was seated on the stage rather than in the auditorium and this made the whole story feel much more intimate and personal. Max loves discussing social dilemmas and life questions, so this play was perfect material for him.
Joining . . . in on a musical number. A few weeks ago in sacrament meeting, a father and daughter in our ward sang an arrangement of "I am a Child of God." This is one of Silas' favorite songs, and as soon as they started singing, he enthusiastically joined in. I maybe should have tried to quiet him, but it was just the sweetest thing.
Competing . . . in a baking competition. For our friend, James' birthday, he hosted a Great British Baking-themed birthday party. We ate food inspired by Cornwall baking and also competed in a challenge to make waffle cones and English flapjacks. Not to brag or anything, but Mike's and my flapjacks won. In true Gardner fashion, the whole party was beautifully executed, complete with a gorgeous tablescape, delicious food, fancy tea, and matching aprons and cake stands as party favors. Very fun.
Reading . . . a smattering of good books, which were:
To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis (not a book I would have picked up on my own; enjoyable but too long)
The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion, Vol. 5 by Beth Brower (thoroughly enjoying my slow pace through this series)
The Fountains of Silence by Ruta Sepetys (historical fiction set in 1957 Madrid; cannot recommend the audio, but I enjoyed the book itself)
Stolen Focus by Johann Hari (wish I'd made some real improvements to my attention span after reading this book, but still feeling distracted most of the time)
Glucose Revolution by Jessie Inchauspé (in contrast, I implemented some changes immediately based on the info in this book)
Shaving . . . for the first time. Bradley and Maxwell got their first shaving lesson together. Max freaked out about it so much that Mike decided to give him an electric razor for his birthday.
Cheering . . . at a Jazz game. Just Mike, Clark, and Aaron this time.
Rekindling . . . a love of piano. Bradley has recently been spending a lot of time at the piano with zero encouragement or incentivizing from me. The motivation? A collection of arrangements of Disney songs that he's really been loving. So far, he's learned "Let's Get Down to Business" from Mulan, a medley of Aladdin songs, and "Tulou Tagaloa" from Moana. Finding music that you enjoy and want to play makes all the difference.
Drawing . . . Bluey. For a change of pace during Family Night, we followed an Art for Kids Hub tutorial on how to draw Bluey. I am not much of an artist, so I was impressed that I actually produced a recognizable Bluey.
Waiting . . . for his birthday. Max spent Leap Day informing all of us that it was his birthday 75% of the time on this day. So, if you didn't know the year, you could just assume it was his birthday, and you'd be right the majority of the time. But alas. Not this year. He had to wait an extra day.
And that's it. Sunny days and blue skies ahead!