We reached the end of soccer season. Phew! Sean had some fun friends on his team. He won the award for “Most Improved Player.” You may think that’s not that much of a compliment, but Sean worked so hard this season. He practiced dribbling drills in the backyard and after team practices asked his coach for tips. His coach was such a good, kind, generous person and his teammates were positive and fun.
Andrew enjoyed soccer too, but not as much as basketball. Saturdays were often exhausting for Andrew because of back to back games. I don’t have pictures of Andrew or Ricky because I rarely got to go to their practices or games. Rick helped coach both of their teams, so he was at practices. I did get to go to Ricky’s final basketball tournament, but Gavin was horrible and I spent two hours watching him push the handicap button to open the YMCA doors or running around in the parking lot. Ricky, Andrew, and Sean will start basketball again in January.
I started a new and exciting family history project in October. I am writing my Grandma’s life story as a narrative. I have done a lot of research and now have a lot of fun stories to tell. My Grandma’s family experiences have been on my mind a lot–especially her journey to Mesa from Salt Lake City. There are so many similarities between my family now and my Grandma’s family back then. One cool thing–she was one of 7 children and when their family moved to Mesa, the ages of the kids were exactly the same as our family now. Since the Mesa Temple has been on my mind a lot lately, I was surprised to find this picture in the Primary room when I went to set up chairs before church:
This is the front of the picture:
This is the description on the back:
I don’t know where the picture came from or who it belonged to, but it was pretty cool to see–especially since I have been spending a little time each day on this project. I’m learning a lot about my ancestors and even more about what it means to be a professional writer.
Please don’t judge my writing skills by this blog–I have learned that first drafts are usually very rough and need a lot of attention before you send them out. When I finished the first chapter of my Grandma’s story, I was pretty proud of it. Since then, however, I have learned so much and have gone back to edit just the first chapter about 50 times. It’s good to get the story down as it comes to you, but if you expect people to actually want to read it, “defogging” is necessary. Blog writing is a lot different than writing a person’s story, in my opinion. I rarely edit what I write on here. You get my messy first drafts, and that’s OK. But since I’m writing this story as a keepsake, I want it to be the best it can be. I don’t plan to be published or anything, but I want it to be “publishable,” if you know what I mean. I don’t want potential readers to have to slog through sloppy sentences, unnecessary words, or confusing plot structure to learn about my Grandma’s life. I learned a lot of writing skills in school and know general grammar very well, but this project is pushing me to develop my skills in a way I didn’t expect.
Like I said, I actually spend very little time on this project each day, but it is on my mind a lot and I have tried to use my free time wisely like listening to audiobooks in the genre most similar to what I’m writing and reading nonfiction books about editing and memoir writing.
Most of my time, however, is spent having fun with my family or accomplishing every day family tasks-dishes, laundry, etc.
I had some funny pictures from the last time Makayla and I went shopping, but they got lost in the download. That girl is hilarious, I tell you!
Andrew took some pictures of a neverending sunset we had last week.
This city view from my room is not nearly as good as real life. Photography is not my talent, and my phone camera is not that spectacular. Actually, I think my phone camera is pretty good, but I don’t know how to take quality night pictures with it. I love to sit out on my back porch and see the sparkle of the city lights while listening to the birds, coyotes, and other wilderness noises.
Gavin is a cutie. He got a little scrape on his chin, which he called a “band-aid.”
Makayla, Ricky, and Brooklyn had dental check ups last week. Somehow, I had Gavin with me too when he would normally be taking a nap. We were there two hours!! The last hour was rough, so I devised many interesting methods of entertainment. Surgical gloves have saved me from many doctor/dentist office break downs.
And now after all that blah, blah, blah, boring stuff, we’re at Thanksgiving!!! We started a new Thanksgiving Day tradition–homemade lemonade. Our lemon tree is bursting with fruit.
Dinner was delicious, if I do say so myself. I made everything except for the pies. Makayla made a fantastic Banana Cream pie.
Emily came home for a few days. We loved talking to her about her new BYU friends and spending time with her. We can’t wait until Christmas!
We watched the movie, Wonder. We all loved it. Most of us cried. Some of us cried through most of the movie (Emily and me). The movie theater we went to was at the mall closest to our house. Can you believe we have lived here almost six months and I have never set foot in that mall?! I consider that quite an accomplishment, and I am currently congratulating myself on my online shopping skills.
On Black Friday, I took the boys shopping and to McDonald’s. We had a good time together. I have taken the girls shopping several times, but never just the 3 big boys without little kids or big girls. We went to sports stores and looked at boy clothes, but their favorite part was ToysRUs.
Later in the afternoon, we all went to the temple. The big kids went in with Rick to do baptisms while I walked around the grounds with the younger kids.
The first hour was fun, but then we got impatient and maybe a little crazy. Look at Brooklyn’s face in this picture!
I taught the kids how to make snapdragons talk. There may have been a few flower casualties.
Well, that’s November 2017 in a a very long, wordy, lots of pictures nutshell.