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Monday, February 12, 2018

December Catch Up: Willardsons Light the World

My church has a world wide Christmas Initiative called Light the World. Jesus Christ is the Light of the World. He spent His live in ministry and service to others. Through living as he lived and being intentional about ways to give light and love and support to others, the holiday focus shifts from our own wants to the man who’s life we celebrate. 
We can Light the World in 25 ways over 25 days. Were are some of the ways our family got involved in the initiative. 

“I was thirsty and ye gave me drink:” 
hot cocoa give away on the square with some fine friends



“Suffer the little children to come into me”
 Play date at the Amazeum with my little children 






“I was an hungered and ye gave me meat”
Missionaries are just so easy to love.  Michelle needed someone to take on the Missionary Luncheon and my mom and I were available, and happy to do it. 
 The best part is that this came to be because a friend of mine is chairperson of the local Down Syndrome Connection chapter and needed decorations for their holiday party. She asked around and I happened to have exactly everything she needed right at my fingertips, so I took it to her place, and then after her event, put it into my van, where it lived until the missionary luncheon, and then it lived in my van another week or two until our ward party, which also needed decorations.  It just worked out perfectly and all three events enjoyed cute things to look at thanks to my mothers magical touch again. The cute sisters and elders were so thankful. I imagine it’s difficult to be away from the comforts of home during the holidays. They were so touched by our small effort to make a tiny high council room feel cozy and festive. 




“Freely ye have received, freely give.”
Our friends are currently enduring an unimaginable trial as their youngest battles Leukemia. They give freely of their time and talents and contribute to building the kingdom here in NWA, and we were happy to contribute to a fund set up to relieve some of their travel expenses to Little Rock.  

“For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also” 
Salvation Army Bell Ringing 



“I was in prison and ye came unto me” 
Dinner for local men in the addiction recovery program at Soul’s Harbor


“Naked and ye clothed me”
We also took clothing donations from our neighbors to Souls Harbor and to the NWA Women’s Shelter


“Forgive men their trespasses”
This one was so for me. I feel like I can say have worked through most of the feelings about Wren’s family and some of the professionals who I feel failed a child in the system. I scheduled some time this day to journal and assess my feelings about the events of last year, and to develop a plan to fully forgive of anything I was still hanging onto. 
And it turns out, I really feel ok about it. Not about what happened, but about accepting human error, my offering, and God’s will.  A friend asked me if I ever wonder if I will run into them while around town. Oh I hope I do!  Absolutely yes. I know where they live, work, like to eat, go to the doctor, etc. I have forbidden myself from even driving by their home or workplaces, out of respect (and in an exercise of self control). I don’t “worry” about running into them, but I think/hope I will sometime. It’s pretty likely. And when I do, I will wave and wish then well and love Wren from afar, because other than love and prayer, and finally, forgiveness, my work is done. 

“I was a stranger and ye took me in”
This one lasted most of December and really touched our family in multiple ways, thanks to Reese’s service heart, and love for tradition. I had wanted to “cut back” on a few of the bigger service projects we took on in past years and give in other ways and places this year. Reese has a growth mindset and used this gift to help us opt to “add to” our service opportunities instead of “exchanging” them.  She took on the Women’s Shelter Stocking project and really handled it all. She set up a signup genius and shared it on my Facebook page. She called local businesses and asked for donations of cookies, makeup, and food and dessert coupons. She called the shelter and got info about specific needs and arranged a drop off appointment. She collected goods and funds and shopped for gifts. She hosted a stocking stuffer service night where friends came together to fill the stockings and write a card to go in each one. She quality control checked each stocking to make sure each one was stuffed correctly. She put together New Year gift boxes with the surplus stockings (we over anticipated the shelter need this year) and took them to Saving Grace to bless young women who are facing homelessness or have aged out of the foster system. She got her siblings and friends involved in the work. 
 She made a difference in the lives of every resident in the NWA Women’s Shelter by offering hope  from a stranger during a very difficult time. Reese bleeds compassion and big ideas and it’s beauty personified. This project is what Light the World is all about.  She doesn’t know the residents and didn’t even see them face to face. She only knows she felt prompted to do this project again, even if it meant she would need to take initiative and be the one heading up the project. The donations coordinator, Antonella, said of Reese that she was so impressed that someone so young is driven to do something so selfless. My timid girl was so brave abc confident as she took that opportunity to tell her all about the Young Women Personal Progress Program and about the Light the World Initiative.    









“Judge not that ye be not judged”
Every time I get a call or text for a foster placement, I wonder, and many times learn what brings families to this place of brokenness. It can be easy to judge another parent when we learn of  actions that led to their separation from their children. We do not know the whole story. In December we focused more on the children and less on the “why” and the “what’s next” if each case. This led to us said yes to 4 placements that were not the “typical” situation we had prepared ourselves to accept into our home. But each time, we felt prompted to just say YES and not worry about the rest. So we did.  None of the placements we said yes to ended up even come to our home, but I see now that when I put judgements and expectations aside and just say yes, I am able to do SO MUCH MORE than when I am not bound by self inflicted limitations. Not judging could have potentially helped 4 more families in a huge way. 

Blessed are they that mourn 
On this day, we hosted a get a dress give a dress pop up shop event! My friend Elizabeth owns an in home boutique. She heard about Reese’s stocking project and wabted to help in a big way by contributing a dress for each stocking. Love it! But the more I pondered her generosity, the more I wondered if there would be a way to bless Liz for her goodness in return for her contribution. This buy one give one idea came into my head (thanks, Holy Ghost!) and a really fun event was born! 

Each of these paper dresses represented a dress in need. After a purchase, the guest flipped the dress over and signed it. When all the dresses were flipped the party was winding down. We did it!well, YOU did it, actually. My amazing friends and neighbors that all came out to shop and donate! It was such a beautiful night of love and sisterhood and friendship and community support. The women in the shelter have lost everything. We mourn with them and want to empower and uplift them while they escape the horrors or domestic violence. A pretty new dress is a material thing, but it helps feel good on the inside when our outside is freshened up. 










“Sick and ye visited me”


“Love thy neighbor”






Honour thy father and thy mother 
My mom and I picked some tags off the “adopt a grandma” tree outside an assisted living home health care center in Rogers. We thought of my sweet grandmother as we picked out soft slippers and put together a gift basket with reading glasses, chocolates, and snacks. Soren felt like Santa Claus carrying the loot inside.  This is exactly the sort of thing my grandma would have done. She spent 35 years of her adult life in service as a ward or stake relief society president. And to honor my own mother, we of course wrapped the basket up all cute. My mom has taught me the joy of serving and gift giving, and that presentation is a simple way to put love and a personal touch on anything. Service is always better received when the person knows it was done with genuine love and intent and that someone was thinking specifically of them.  My parents are excellent at this type of personal ministry and have touched many lives through their intentional love and specialized friendshipping skills.  




“A man’s life consistently not of the things which he  possesseth.” 
On this day, the challenge was to think about something we could live without that could bless the life of another. 
I met a new friend at Pokémon club at library with Corbin over the summer, and since our meet cute, we’ve crossed paths many times! It’s like I have known her 10 years, and I’m still not unconvinced that maybe we HAVE met before. Anyway, her sweet daughter sank her phone in the tub while bathing a younger sibling. She posted on fb she was looking for a certain phone make/model with a certain network to buy used to replace it and later that day I was putting laundry away and opened a lesser used  drawer and bam! There was this exact phone! We bought it and used it for no more than 3 months before switching carriers and the phone no longer worked for our network. I forgot even had it...surely this little thing was something we could live without that could bless another.  I messaged the friend and hooked her teen up with a free phone that was literally collecting dust in my drawer. God is so happy to give us opportunities to bless others when we ask Him to show us the way. It was no “sacrifice” to do this particular act, but focusing my will to be an eye for his work allowed me to hear the Spirit and connect the need to a resource. I’m so thankful for all the practice in recognizing the Spirit that Light the World gives me and my family. 



Search the Scriptures 
We rejoice in Christ exhibit 














Sunday, February 11, 2018

100


It was the 100th day of school and this 100 year old guy went to school to tell all those youngters to get off his dang lawn. 

Quincy’s Eyes and Ears and Mouth and Nose, and Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes, Knees and Toes!

Ears


Quincy’s quarterly checkup with Dr Mellon was last week. One of her T-tubes is out, and she still has a tiny hole in her eardrum that we hope will close up before it has the opportunity to get infected. I had to take a photo...that teeny tiny piece of plastic sure is expensive, but it has made a world of difference in Quincy’s life over the past few years. She has regained most of her hearing back. We hope to be tube free from now on. Her other tube should be out at the next visit. If it doesn’t push out on its own, dr Mellon will remove it to avoid too much scar tissue build up on Quincy’s ear drums.


Eyes
At her well visit, Q was DELIGHTED to discover she is near sighted and will be getting glasses, soon. She’s been pooping the lenses out of sunglasses for years and wearing the frames as an accessory, so no doubt, she is thrilled to hear she gets the real deal. 

Mouth: 
She is losing molars like crazy. We finally told her a couple weeks ago about the tooth fairy and Santa. She is furious with us for spoiling the magic and ending her childhood.  

Nose: 
Quincy took a basketball to the face at the end of practice recently and had an epic bloody nose. I really cannot believe a nose could bleed so much. We went through half a roll of paper towels on the drive home. 

Legs: 
She was also really proud of how well she handled two other b-ball contact related injuries. Her leg doesn’t look very bad, but the way she describes the collision with a set of fingernails over a ball explains why she often runs with her hands guarding her face. 


Arms:
Really, 5th grade girls basketball is sort of a blood bath.  She came home Saturday with an abrasion down her forearm from taking a fall in the game. 

Knees and Toes, Knees and Toes! 
Our front deck walkway (and the rest of NWA) is a sheet of ice. Quincy ran out front to get her backpack from the van, and ate it pretty hard.  Poor girl! 

But hey...she’s getting glasses and she’s stoked! 

Friday, February 9, 2018

Soren Does Quiet Time

When the babies take a nap it’s Soren’s Finest Hour. Sometimes we do crafts, sometimes he watches tv. Sometimes we do a reading lesson, sometimes he builds a pillow fort on the sofa and falls asleep inside. Sometimes, we play a game, sometimes we read a book. Today, he asked to snuggle under a blanket, where he lay still for 30 minutes of perfection, and then he stole the blanket, slithered to a pillow pile on the floor and went to sleep. I love you, Soren! Snuggle time today was pure gold. 










Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Sloane is Three!











Happy Birthday Sloane! It’s hard to believe that my “baby” is not at all an actual baby! Sloane kept us all laughing and smiling on her birthday and we all worked hard to meet her Birthday demands haha! She was so mad when she tried to blow out her candles and even with the deepest breath and biggest blow, she blew through her pouted bottom lip forcing the airflow to her forehead instead of toward the cake. After the third try at extinguishing the candle flames, she furrowed her brow and exclaimed, “hey! It’s not working!”  And her siblings all swooped in to “help” her one more time. 
She had a sprinkled cookie dough cake and opened barbies, a Maui doll to go with the Moana she got for Christmas, and a princess doll. She calls her Maui guy “You’re Welcome” because that’s the song he sings in the movie...therefore that is his name. Her language lately is cracking us up. Sort of like how she calls scissors “those-are-sharps” and an empty wrapping paper or toilet paper tube a “doot-doot-doo” because we sing into them like a horn. She is also now using several Spanish words.  She wants to be just like her foster sister and wear her “pelo” in a tiny ponytail each day.  All shoes are hers, and she calls them “patos” just like sister E does. Horses are caballos, kisses are besos, and hands are manos, and so on. It’s incredible what Sloane has picked up in less than two weeks as the “triplet” of a bilingual set of twins. 

Sloane now loves going to nursery. She sits on my moms lap during sacrament meeting and revels in grandparent snacks/attention/spoilage. 

She just started walking with the balance bike, has zero interest in using a toilet, frequently tells strangers who try to interact with her to, “shut up” or “get away from me!” And a couple weeks ago screamed at a little nursery friend who came up to touch her toys in sacrament meeting, “I not sharing with you! This is mine and you are the enemy!”  
She’s really giving us a run for our money.  We sure love our tiny dictator, though, even with her wildly bipolar antics.  One minute she’s scowling and the next she is delightful. She’s quite a temperamental flower. 
I’m amazed when I tuck her in at night how patient she is. She waits while I read to the twins and then requests a few songs and a snuggle of her own. Tonight, she wiggles out of my lap and walked over to the crib and said, “hold on...I’m not getting in bed, I’m just getting a blanket because it’s freezing up here.”  Clear as day. I love her so much. Sometimes, (ok most of the time) I feel like I’m in way over my head with these children, and other nights, as I go from floor to floor, room by room tucking in children and helping with late night homework assignments, it is so clear to me that Heavenly Father definitely knows exactly what he is doing. These children came to me in just the right order. Sloane is a perfect personality mix that can only be described as “sometimes the youngest” and she does it incredibly well. 

Sloane, you are such a special little girl. We love you! 

Monday, January 29, 2018

Mrs Egg’s Table


My friend, Jenni, moved to Eureka Springs last year, and just opened up the cutest shop called, The Lovely Ambition Mercantile, and it’s right on Main Street  in downtown historic Eureka Springs.  Jenni approached me about putting some handmade items in her shop and I jumped at the opportunity! Everything with Jenni’s touch just glows. She has a creative eye that can’t be matched.  I knew if I was going to be brave enough put something I made out there for sale, her shop would offer the best odds at success. So I went for it, and delivered my first batch of creative works a couple weekends ago. 

20 minutes after she opened the shop doors for the first time ever, Jenni sent me a text. I made a sale! The first sale was my art! Well that’s just as exciting as it gets. 
Or so I thought. Seeing something I created in a display window just blew my mind. Selling 3 more items the first day of business REALLY blew my mind. Am I really doing this? You betcha. Why not? 
Here are a few things I made and a few pics from my first trip to the shop (Quincy and Kristi A came along and were my support sisters) 

















So a week later, I received another order and now my kitchen has transformed into “Santa’s workshop” for the day while I have fun creating. 





Reese is 13!









Happy Birthday, Reese! 
We have a teenager in the house! 

The pictures are out of order on this, but I’m so behind on blog posts, I’m just rolling with it. 

On her birthday, I checked Reese out for lunch and we met up with Aaron at Red Robin (Reese’s choice) for lunch. 
Reese wanted a Poppy cake, because the Willardson love for Trolls is still going strong. She settled for a hot pink blob of a cake that I put flowers on to look like Poppy’s hair. Ok so not all of my homemade cakes are top quality. She loved it anyway! 
For Reese’s Birthday Party, she requested that some friends from school and church come over for make hour own calzones and board games. We ended the night with ice cream and hot cocoa and “mannequin challenge” at Spark cafe on the Bentonville square. 
These kids are so great! 









I introduced the kids to a game that was a huge hit at MY 13th birthday party: the “candy bar game” where dice are rolled and each “doubles” roll earns you time to attempt to unwrap, cut up, and eat a candy bar...using only two butter knives and while wearing oven mitts. They had a good time with it. 












Pictured L-R (back) Simon A, Bradley A, Sam M, (front) Manisha, Emma F, Reese, Finley S, and Quincy.








Tekestrations, perfection, ping pong, the game of things and exploding kittens ruled the game table. These kids are all such good sports and know how to have fun together. On the drive to get ice cream, and after as we took everyone home, they played a few rounds of “competitive listening” (name that tune) and ended with a sing along of greatest showman songs from Sam’s playlist. 




Happy Birthday, Reese! When you were a baby and I would brag about how lucky and happy I am to be your mother, strangers would roll their eyes and say “just wait until she’s a teenager.” 
A teenager you are and I’m still lucky and happy! Mothering you is a treat. I love you!