Monday, July 15, 2013

The Fast the Furious, and the Fireworks.

Hey Everyone!

Life has been full and busy.  Here's the run down.

Anthony 
He is becoming the yard man, and is having fun trying to find ways to improve our greenery.  He also just finished a week-long training at work, and is tackled by the boys every night when he gets home.  Both Anthony and I also just finished an online (coursera) art class, which was 6 weeks long, and fun to do together, but not very impressive. His baseball league only has the championship games left before they're through for the summer.  

Sharon  
I have a handful of projects lined up and ready to tackle.  Our latest completed project was the bathroom.

Before  


After

 My African comb collection.  I bought a cheep frame for $4 at Salvation Army, sanded and painted it, then used a cloth napkin for the background.  


Our Chilean Masks
The fact that the bathroom actually has art hanging on the wall, officially makes it the classiest room in our house.  The total project only cost $19.  Yippee!   

Anyway, I've also been getting better at running...slowly.  But I've met my goal of running 2 miles 3 times a week, a few weeks in a row and rewarded myself with some real running clothes.  Goodbye ill-fitting men's gym shorts from my mission and huge t-shirts from high school!  They'll make great pjs.

Ira
Ira completed his "quiet dragon" chart, which means he went out in public 15 times without growling or snarling at ANYONE!  Yes, this is big news in our house.  He's been less of a dragon and more of a real boy lately, surprising us often with how kind and social he is with other.  That's much of the time, but sometimes he still has emotional melt downs and will start hitting everything in sight.  And this morning he was entertaining himself by (can you guess?) being a dragon, and broke a window.  Arg.  Not the best start to the week, since Eliot cut his hand on it.  The upside is that Ira decided to donate his allowance (about $1.50 total) to the cause of replacing the window.
 
Ira also likes to spend a lot of his time chilling on his bike.

Eliot
He is a happy, energetic, curious, little tornado.  I can't create order as quickly as he creates chaos, so it's good that he's so stinking cute.  A few weeks a go, he figured out how to open the bathroom doors, which for some insane reason (my suggestion) we put lever handles on.  We went to the Doctor's for his 15 month checkup, where we found that his weight is back up from his stomach bug at 12 months, and is all around healthy.  Ira tried to dance around to make him happy while he got a few shots and blood taken. 

Eliot is sort of/maybe saying a couple of words, but not very consistently.  His main expression is "Uh-oh!" which he says almost consonantly as he does things like tares books of the book shelf, or whips his applesauce all over the kitchen.  He currently has several bruises on his head.  Some from running quickly into walls, and some from trying to pick up objects off the ground without bending his legs.  It's pretty funny to watch the physics of it all.  His proportionally giant head just kind of falls to the ground before his tiny arms can pick up the object.  Fortunately he's a toughy and rarely seems to notice when he's beating himself up.

Like Father Like Son
   
Anthony at age 2

 Eliot at 15 months.





Quinn Visit
It's always a blast having Grandma and Grandpa come visit.  They spoil us with fun like Hungry Hungry Hippos.  Anthony and Paul were also able to construct the perfect monitor stand, so our "t.v." isn't leaning up against the fireplace any more. 

The Fourth of July was fabulous.  
We attended the Ypsilanti parade with some old friends and in the evening joined some new friends for a BBQ and early evening fireworks.

  


Homemade Red, White, and Blue popsicles. 

Or just red.

Last weekend we had the chance to visit the Henry Ford Village and Museam with our friends the Wendts. 
There was a fun 1860's reinacted baseball game.


  My favorite part was the Museum since it was my first time inside.  They have the bus Rosa Parks got arrested on, and you are allowed to walk on, and sit her seat.
  I was overwhelmed with emotion.  It was absolutely cathartic.  It's hard for me to comprehend being that brave, and the feelings she must have felt that day.    

Generally, we've been busy with kid's birthday parties and dinner party type deals, and our regular just running around.  After a week straight of not having a normal family dinner, we were feeding two sets of missionaries, and Anthony just kind of stood in the corner.  Yeeaahh, I guess I over booked us.  This week should be a very mellow time of recovery.  So that's our life!  

We're keeping many of you in our prayers with your special needs and are grateful for your friend and family-ship!  Happy Monday!








Friday, July 5, 2013

The Hemline Wars: Why the debate on Modesty is starting to bug me. Part II

In my last post I established my biggest issue with the modesty debate: the fact that no-one is focused on modesty as an attribute and what values it reflects.  But now, I'd like to sift through some of the good and bad arguments on both sides.  Maybe it's my disdain for any two party system, but I don't think either side has it right.

Where I agree with the bikini band:

1. Modesty in dress IS relative.  In other words, what is considered wholesome and good attire here, can be considered extremely risqué somewhere else, and vice versa.  The messages we may be receiving from someone else’s clothing may be completely wrong. 

2. Some people dress relatively immodestly, even by their own culture’s standards, and still have pure hearts.  Let’s not judge.  Motivations for skimping on the skirt could be as simple as the temperature. 

3. Although a woman can unintentionally (or even intentionally) send messages by the way she dresses, she is never taking the ability to choose away from a man.  Victims of sexual assault include women who aren’t even revealing their eyes, and victims include children.  Rape is more about control than sex, so let’s not shift the blame.


4. Of course men can control their hormones.  Let’s give them a little credit!  10 years ago, I went on a study abroad to Namibia where I lived among the Himba tribe for the first month.  Both women and men in the tribe, wore smallish leather skirts and little else.  Since nothing above the waste is sexualized in their culture, it’s not covered.  I recently asked a fellow student how he dealt with being surrounded by topless women, when just weeks before he was chillin’ at the Y with some of America’s most thoroughly clad people.  He said:
From my vantage point I can't dictate what others wear - but my thoughts are something I can control. Different stages of life I've been better at that control than others, and looking back that has a lot less to do with the external environment (i.e. Himba) than my internal one. It's been a good reminder for me that I am much less concerned with how a woman dresses than how I translate that image in my mind.

5.  People can get a little crazy when focused only on strict and clear set guides of dress.   My Mom tells a story about her time at BYU.  According to the honor code at the time, women could not wear pants, and had to wear skirts or dresses.  One student wasn’t allowed into the testing center to take an exam since she had the audacity to wear something so unbecoming of a lady!  So she went to the bathroom, took off her pants, and hid her bare legs under her trench coat.  They let her in, no problem. 

I love that story!  There’s a point where the letter of the law backfires on the spirit of the law.  Similarly, I've seen some BYU students (including myself at times) get a little judgmental over attire.  Sometimes we sacrifice unconditional love, for feeling righteous.  Clear rules can be a very good thing, as long as we keep perspective. 

Where I agree with the cover girls:

1.  We DO send messages with our attire.  In my opinion, people who wear sweat pants with words on the rear end, may as well have a sign on their forehead reading, “Look at my butt please!”  O.k., sorry.  I probably just offended half of you.  Just speaking from my own butt reading experience. 

      "Who said 'clothes make a statement?'  What an understatement that was.  Clothes never shut up.  Thy gabble on endlessly making their intentional and unintentional points." -   Susan Brown miller said

2.   Why not help a brother out?  I don’t see how dressing in a way that does not call attention to my amazing physique, disempowers me as a woman.  Just because men can and should control their thoughts and actions, doesn’t mean the rest of us should continually push the norms to increase the level of our sex appeal because it makes us “feel good” about ourselves.

3.  Speaking of which, it seems like some women want freedom to wear revealing clothes because it makes them feel good about themselves, and then point the finger at people who give them attention for wearing these….attention grabbing styles.  Call me crazy, but this has always seemed contradictory to me.  You want to look hot, but you don’t want to be looked upon as hot.  O.k.?  

4.   Thirty-five percent of women around the world have been raped or physically abused, according to statistics the World Health Organization.”
      This makes me want to simultaneously weep, throw up, and boycott any movie that depicts women as brainless pleasure machines.  The media and those who patronize poorly done entertainment, are partly at fault, because when women are portrayed as objects, they are more likely to be treated as objects.  (O.k. that’s an assumption, but I think it’s a pretty fair one.)

5.    Don’t put yourself in stupid situations.  Yes, men are responsible for their own actions.  But if you are intoxicating yourself, while hanging out with intoxicated people, well it’s not exactly a recipe for complete control of the situation.

6.   Asserting sexual power over men, is not good feminism.  We can accept our sexuality, without using it as some sort of manipulative tool.  If you google images of “Female Heroines, you’ll find confident looking, seductive women, with more skin than fabric showing.


That’s right.  Don’t mess with a tiny corset and high heeled boots.  They will take you down!

Images of “Female Villains,” are even worse.  Except for this woman who kept popping up among the evil seductresses.


Check out the turtle neck.  You go girlfriend!

 Hollywood is constantly sending us the message that women can be powerful, as long as they are scantily clad and sexually appealing.

7.       Girls are taught from a young age that Beauty is equivalent to Goodness, Goodness brings Love, and Love leads to Happiness.  This can be harmful enough of a lesson to learn, but unfortunately most of the time Beauty is coupled with revealing clothing and less than intelligent behavior.

 Thanks a lot Disney princesses.

8.       Even though the word Modesty isn’t talked much about in the scriptures (see my last post), a whole host of other biblical attributes can be tied to it: chastity, virtue, purity, humility and for some religions, faith and obedience.  That last one can be a doozy.   

Caught in between

1.       Bodies are beautiful!  I think they should be celebrated!  Not even BYU has banned Ballerina tutu’s, Michelangelo’s David, or Polynesian dance.  When it comes to art, we need to be in tune with the Holy Ghost to know what is bringing beauty into the world, and what is crude and offensive.

2.       Breastfeeding.  This is a good example of how popular perspectives and strong feelings about modesty have made us toss more important core principles out the window.  Feeding and nurturing children?  Good, not suggestive.  Family unity and health?  Good, not vulgar.  But American culture tells us that "exposing" breasts in public is wrong?  

 So what is a mom to do?  If you're like most moms I know, you stress out trying hard to schedule nursing your baby at home, and if you can't, you go through extreme lengths to nurse without showing extra skin.  And if you're well covered, but you sense that people might be disturbed by the idea of feeding your child, then you put yourself and your child through lots of discomfort to not gross anyone out with your nurturing.  

 Really, I don’t think it’s my problem if other people are in denial about the purpose of breasts.  I want to be respectful of others, but this is one area, I'm willing to nudge the norms and stretch the concept of our culture's modesty.
 

Dorthea Lange's photo says it all.  O.k.  I'm sure this mom has more on her shoulders than Modesty dilemmas.  But the exhaustion on her face is a good reflection of what I feel when I struggle to feed my child when I'm anywhere but secluded.

3.       For the most part, I don’t believe that showing extra skin is a step on the slippery slope to promiscuity. Read Susan Bednar’s talk if you don’t know what I’m talking about. http://www2.byui.edu/Presentations/Transcripts/MiscellaneousAddresses/2001_09_16_Bednarsusan.htm

Rather than thinking of flaunting voluptuousness as a step, I think of it (for some people) as evidence of intentions that already exist.  What we wear can affect our thoughts and motivations, but I think the reverse is more often the case.

           In conclusion when the debate revolves around Oppression vs. Protection concepts, I just can’t choose a side.  I don’t think the primary reason for dressing modestly, should be about protecting the poor male “species” that is incapable of self control.  And I don’t think showing your stuff liberates women from the oppression of male dominance.  When people start treating the female body like a battlefield to be fought over and won, our plans can really backfire.  For instance, back in 2011 a couple of policemen made some thoughtless comments about women being responsible for their own rapes since they were scantily clad.  It resulted in the Slutwalks of 2011 when women all over the world decided to practically streak in parades to claim their bodies and freedom back.  Yes, people who blame women for violence acted upon them are wrong, but is presenting yourself as an object because it makes you feel “happy,” really going to help the situation?  And why does it make you feel "happy" in the first place?  

 I don't think arguments over how we dress should revolve around testosterone, or rape.  Let's just jump out of the control struggle ring for a moment, and consider our wardrobes as an expression of our relationship with Heavenly Father.  If we are relying on him, and respect his opinion more than man's; if we are filled with charity, and put other's needs before our own, I think we will be modest people, in the broadest sense of the word.  If we focus more on internal principles and how they are reflected through our actions, we will be happier for it. 





Monday, July 1, 2013

More than a Hemline: Why the debate on Modesty is starting to bug me.

It goes something like this.  The cover girls say, “Don’t let yourself be seen as an object!  Cover up, and help those hormone crazed men.”  Then the bikini band replies, “Wear what you want!  Men should take some personal responsibility for their own thoughts and actions.”

One of my biggest issues with this debate is that both sides are right!...and wrong.  But we’ll get to that in next post.  Let’s instead start with my absolute biggest beef with the debate which is this: no one seems to be focusing on the core issue: What Modesty really is.  If we want to decide whether Modesty is a helpful or harmful thing, maybe we should explore what it actually encompasses.  If you want a little hint, re-read today’s title

Look it up and this is what you’ll find.
mod·est 
adj.
1. Having or showing a moderate estimation of one's own talents, abilities, and value.
2. Having or proceeding from a disinclination to call attention to oneself; retiring or diffident. See Synonyms at shy1.
3. Observing conventional proprieties in speech, behavior, or dress.
4. Free from showiness or ostentation; unpretentious. See Synonyms at plain.
5. Moderate or limited in size, quantity, or range; not extreme: a modest price; a newspaper with a modest circulation.

Modest
1.having or showing a moderate or humble estimate of one's merits, importance, etc.; free from vanity,egotism, boastfulness, or great pretensions.
2.free from ostentation or showy extravagance: a modest house.
3.having or showing regard for the decencies of behavior, speech, dress, etc.; decent: a modestneckline on a dress.
4.  limited or moderate in amount, extent, etc.: a modest increase in salary.

           Some synonyms include:
                  humble - unassuming - unpretentious - lowly - moderate

mod·es·ty
                [mod-uh-stee]  Show IPA
noun, plural mod·es·ties.
1.the quality of being modest; freedom from vanity, boastfulness, etc.
2.regard for decency of behavior, speech, dress, etc.
3.simplicity; moderation.
           (www.dictionary.com)

Clothing is mentioned very little in these definitions, so let’s just forget about fashion all together for a second.

As far as I can tell, a modest person would be someone not focused on appearance and esteem.  He would not be caught up in comparisons or competitions, but comfortable with a simple lifestyle and little praise. 

If there is one time I remember my Mother teaching me about modesty it was when I was 15.  I had just won a couple of prestigious art awards and was pretty pleased with myself.  As we walked around looking at all the other paintings and sculptures, my hand carrying the certificates and medals became heavy.  I folded my arms, and without noticing, propped my most prestigious award across my chest facing out.  My mom finally nudged me and whispered something like, “You’d probably make everyone feel more comfortable if you weren’t facing the award out for everyone to see.”  Without realizing it, I had been flaunting!  I quickly flipped the awards around, and hoped that no-one thought I was trying to assert my amazing awesomeness over them.   

This life can feel like one big competition.  Who’s driving the nicest car?  Who’s house is cleaner?  Who cooks the best gourmet, locally grown, organic, masterpiece of a dinner?  If you join the race, it will eat up your time, and more importantly, your happiness.  When we start seeing our brothers and sisters as competitors, then we lose sight of what’s really important, loving them.


 Humility’s Role

In my humble opinion, humility is at the core of true modesty.  Humility doesn’t mean we have to lack confidence or hide our light “under a bushel.”  It only means that we see ourselves and others for who and what we really are: children of God.  When we are humble, we are more likely to treat others as our spiritual siblings.

Humility also influences our priorities.  If we put the approval of God before the approval of man, then we can simply excuse ourselves from meaningless mental competitions, and in return win a whole lot of peace and joy.

Back to the hemline and what clothing has to do with all this inner, warm and fuzzy, metaphysical stuff.  The concept of modesty has gotten a lot of press lately, and the debate can naturally have strong religious undertones.  But surprisingly the word “Modesty” does not appear in the Bible, or any other canonized scriptures used by Latter-day Saints.  Not once.  The word “Modest” does show up once in 1 Timothy 2:9, discouraging women from wearing clothing with a lot of adornment.  The words Humble and Humility on the other hand, appear 182 times.  This is an important contrast because, "the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart," (1 Samuel 16:7).  Heavenly Father cares a lot more about what is inside our hearts than how long our skirt is.   

However, what we feel in our hearts can be reflected through what we wear.  Likewise, what we wear has the potential to influence how we feel about ourselves, others, and God. Here are some great examples in the Book of Mormon.   

This first example is particularly applicable, because Mormon’s audience is us.  He had a vision of what people would be like in the last days and wrote this description.

Mormon 8:36-37
  • And I know that ye do awalk in the pride of your hearts; and there are none save a few only who do not blift themselves up in the pride of their hearts, unto the wearing of cvery fine apparel, unto  envying, and strifes, and malice, and persecutions, and all manner of iniquities; and your churches, yea, even every one, have become polluted because of the pride of your hearts.

  • For behold, ye do love amoney, and your substance, and your fine apparel, and the adorning of your churches, more than ye love the poor and the needy, the sick and the afflicted.


 Here’s a happier example.

Alma 1:27 
  • And they did aimpart of their substance, every man according to that which he had, to the bpoor, and the needy, and the sick, and the afflicted; and they did not wear costly capparel, yet they were neat and comely.



And while we’re getting all scriptural, let's not forget our friends in the beginning.  When Adam and Eve were  kicked out of the garden they were given a parting gift of clothing (Genesis 3:21).  I find this interesting because the entire reason they were getting booted, had roots in pride, which is the opposite of humility.  (I think it should be mentioned that Adam was punished, not because he obeyed a woman, or his wife, but because he obeyed another person above obeying God.)  Both Adam and Eve showed some pride in their disobedience, and it seems that as they transitioned from a life of ease and ignorance, to a life of knowledge, opposition, and growth, that God’s gift to them was an appropriate one.  He knew how Satan could use the precious gift of our bodies towards our spiritual destruction.  Maybe the “coats of skins” were a reminder to stay humble.  
  
Anyway, as this debate continues to see-saw back and forth around issues concerning hormones and treating the female body as a battleground for power, I invite all of us to consider what Modesty really is.  As we try to keep ourselves humble, I would hope that our interpersonal interactions would be focused more on lifting  others more than ourselves.  This is done through behavior and communication, and part of communications is dress.
 

But there is so much more to be said on this complex topic.  I’ve already written my second installment of this entry, but I’ll spare you for a few days.  

Next time:  Where I agree with the bra burners, Where I agree with the Amish, and Where I think they’re both missing the boat on Modesty.    

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Home Improvement


 Hey Everyone!  
You can see from the title what this post is all about, so let's just jump right into the pictures.


Eliot's Room Before



Eliot's Room After
The stencil I made was only 2 Elephants wide, so it took me hours to cover the wall.  I couldn't have done it without Anthony watching the boys the entire time.

I thought I'd add a little zing by making a few of the Elephants orange. 
 The lighting here is horrid.  The actual orange elephants look much much lighter than that. 

Dad painted the walls blue for us during their visit. 


This is my first attempt at making my own detailed stencil.  It's no Banksy, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.  Hopefully it won't give Eliot nightmares. 

Another Elephant I got in Benin.  It's a hand stitched, appliqued pillow case.  Thanks to Kevin, I can't look at it without thinking of a certain Bob's Burgers episode.

Ira's Room Before

Imagine blank walls.  Sorry, I was too lazy to find the actual before shot.

During
Dad painted a couple of accent walls green for us while he was here.  Thanks again Dad!

Birch trees!
We thought about getting decals, but we saved $70-$200 by using paint and tape we already had.
I also painted the green on the dresser and some picture frames to match the new walls.


Ira wanted a tree with leaves, so we co-painted this one together...


then added hooks.




Wall hanging before....

and after.
I finally ordered some frames to stretch it out on.

Kitchen Before

After


We finally have all of our appliances!!!  And a friend was giving this table away, so we no longer have to eat off of a decrepit Ikea desk.  Woohoo!

Anthony also just switched out most of our golden, 90's door nobs and closet nobs for new silvery and white ones.  He hung another curtain rod, and has done a ton of work on the yard.

The rest of life is treating us well.  Ira has been more of a pleasant boy lately, and less of a dragon.  And his mother rejoiced.

Eliot is working on cutting a few teeth, and has been a little screechy lately.  But he's also been walking!!!  I forgot how stinkin' cute it is to watch a new walker.  He's also been making a lot of new vowel and consonant combinations, and can point to my nose when I ask him to.  

Anthony has had allergies lately, but is enjoying playing on an interfaith softball league, and as I mentioned before working outside on the yard a ton.

We had fun at a ward campout, even though we were one of four families.  And I'm getting pumped for my new calling as Gospel Doctrine teacher.
  
Alright, that's pretty much life.  Happy New Week everyone!













Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Technology ramblings

It has been awhile since I have put a post up, Sharon has been doing a great job. This is really just an excuse to experiment with some of the latest and greatest from Google. I've been impressed with some new photo capabilities Google released last week. After taking a series of photos in a burst and uploading them to Google+ it detects if they were all similar if they are will turn them into this short picture video or animated .gif. There are several other 'auto-awesome' features too, but I won't go into detail here.

I wanted to test it out. Looks like it is working. This is Ira explaining pancakes to me. He loves them. He has been a great helper lately, especially in the kitchen.


You can all expect more of these. Taking photos of little kids usually ends up with series like these, that are so much fun when they are all put together. +Camille Simons has some good ones too. (See that I just tried another new feature out there including peoples names.)

Saturday, May 18, 2013

While Mom was Gone

Sharon's parents, Del and Mary Lou, came to help out with the kids while Sharon was gone. I was so glad they were here. We had a wonderful time. The boys were really sad when 'Grandma and Papa' had to go. While I was putting Ira down the last night before Sharon came home I asked what we should the next day. He replied, "Play with mom" then paused a second and continued "and play in the basement with Grandma and papa before they leave". I'm glad they had a chance to really bond.

Hangout at the house
They had a ton of fun playing in the basement and showing off their tricks and explaining all the game they love. Ira was also super excited about helping Grandpa paint Eliot and his room along with several other chores, I appreciate the examples of caring and service, Ira has really seemed to turned a corner in being more cooperative and helpful since.
Watering the plants (it's too bad it froze later and killed most of them)
Reading the news in the morning
Playing with play dough
General bonding and goodness

 Racing on the driveway
 basement tricks and toys



Hands on Museum
I took Friday off to accompany everyone to the Hands on Museum in Ann Arbor. After some initial drama getting there, the boys had a lot of fun in the preschool age room (Only kids 3 and under can go in).
 Cool fire engine
 I think their favorite was the water feature. They might have been able to play all day there.

 Eliot figured out how to climb up things. It's his new thing lately.


Greenfield Village
Saturday we went to Greenfield village (part of The Henry Ford Museum) where they were having a "Thomas and Friends" day. Instead of the usual train they have running around the village, they had a train that looked like Thomas. It was a nice cool spring day with the trees in full bloom.

"He was blue, and he had eyes that moved!" - Ira 
 We were able to get closer, but Ira wasn't in the mood to smile then...so much happening. Next time we will ride the train, this time it didn't work out though.

 They had some cool model train sets going too.

After hitting the Thomas highlights, we took the typical stroll through history. It really feels like you are walking through the past.