Book Review #1 - The Goldfinch

Reading a book with as much hype as The Goldfinch is an interesting experience.  Every sentence carries the burden of great expectation and each page is weighted with anticipated excellence.  I certainly bought into the hype and, mostly, I was not disappointed. Until the end. I really disliked the ending.

Donna Tartt has us readers invest in her flawed and well-crafted protagonist, Theo Decker, who from the very first page is clearly in some sort of trouble, as he reflects back on how he came in possession of a famous painting, The Goldfinch during a terrorist attack at New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art. After briefly being introduced to adult Theo, who explains that a dream about his mother is the impetus for the story to come, we are taken back to witness an injured and traumatized 13 year-old Leo, disoriented and separated from his beloved mother amidst the mayhem of a bombing, innocently take a priceless and famous painting from the wreckage. Not knowing how to explain how or why he took it, orphaned and despondent upon learning about the death of his mother in the attack, he secretly keeps it, more out of fear than greed, turning a tragic moment of confusion into a soul-crushing crime that influences every future decision he makes. Just like the Fabritius’s goldfinch, his life becomes chained to that painting.

One part of the story that confused me a bit was the time span. 13 year-old Theo possessed an iPod and the setting seemed to be present day. But his future, older story-telling self also seemed to be set in present day. I couldn’t figure out if the explosion that set Theo’s tragic trajectory in motion was set in the past, like the 1990s, or if his older, more ruined self existed in the future and it was sort of science-fiction-y without the science fiction. I pointed out my confusion to my mother, who had finished my copy from the library right before me, but she didn’t notice it (or care) so perhaps it doesn’t matter, but I often found myself troubled about the progression of time without any obvious progress in time. Not too troubled though, because the writing is so engrossing that I was mostly absorbed in whatever scene Tartt threw Theo into, whether it was in a ghost town, foreclosed neighborhood in Las Vegas drinking Vodka with his Russian and equally neglected by his father friend, Boris, selling antique furniture with his rescuing guardian, Hobie, in lower Manhattan, or hiding from the Dutch police and Russian mafia in Amsterdam.  Every shift in Theo’s world was fully developed and his guilt and obsession with The Goldfinch prominently staged as the major contributor to his mental decline. In that regard, I kept comparing this complex book to Poe’s The Tell Tale Heart or Dostoyevesky’s Crime and Punishment.  For most of the 700 plus pages, I actually thought I was reading a modern retelling of either of those great accounts of obsession and guilt.

Until I got to the last 60 or so pages. Everything was going along swimmingly…depressing, for sure, but good, well-developed depressing, when Tartt decided to go with the bad ending.  I had forgotten, but the book did begin with Theo stating he was telling his story. Still, even with the first person narration, I never felt that Theo was actually writing the story. Novels often use flashbacks or first person recollections, and Theo’s recollection, once started, proceeded in an orderly, chronological retelling that I felt jolted when the past caught up to present day and Theo began to refer to me as his reader. The change in tone from recollective to persuasive irritated me for some reason.  Suddenly, there was an intimacy in the story, a confessional conversation between Theo and me and I felt like the purpose and direction of the story changed. Instead of me neutrally observing Theo and the chaos his drug dependency and PTSD gave to his life, I was now required to sympathetically agree with Theo and his philosophies about right and wrong, good and evil, God and fate and agency and death. To be honest, I got annoyed. I wanted to go there by myself, if that was where the story directed me. It bordered on the moral of the story being spoon fed to me, as if the author didn’t trust me enough to figure it out, if there was anything to figure out, on my own. In my opinion, I would have loved for the story to end where it started, in Amsterdam, with Theo’s personal Road to Damascus experience. I would have loved to have wondered what he did after that.

Can an ending I dislike ruin an otherwise incredible book? A little bit. I think this book is stock full of wonder and literary gold. But, like the cliche goes, that last bite left a bad taste in my mouth.

Year In Review - 2013

1.  What did you do in 2013 that you've never done before?

I decided to buck my aversion to DIY and sand and re-stain my enormous back deck. I was incredibly nervous about renting an industrial sander and the inevitable back breaking labor from using it, but the project was actually a good experience for me and the boys. I hope they remember working along side me, although their help only lasted a few days. I was left to finish it…which I hope to do next summer (just a few steps and less  visible parts didn’t get the stain applied.  Which means I will probably have to re-sand them). 

I also fell in love with sushi.  Who knew? 

And I went to an evening of Cowboy Poetry on a date with Jay.  It was very entertaining.  Such a surprise. 

2.  Did you keep your New Year's Resolutions and will you make more for next year?

I totally failed at keeping my New Year’s resolutions, which were to blog more (worst year ever) and to write book reviews promptly (I am currently 28 books behind). I don’t know what the future holds for either of those things. I like to write but don’t like to feel any pressure to do so.  Honestly, I’m scared to make New Year’s resolutions this year. I am tired of failing at them.

3.  Did anyone close to you give birth?  

I had several friends give birth but no family. My dear friend, Lisa, who I have been friends with since 1st grade, gave birth to a beautiful baby girl she calls Coco (short for Collette), which totally delighted me.

Such a cutie and I gave her this adorable pink bear.

4.  Did anyone close to you die?

My cousin, Boyd, died but I wasn’t close to him. It was interesting to have old memories with him from when I was a young girl resurface and realize how little I know about the current lives of my cousins.

5.  What countries did you visit?  

I am so excited to fill this question out with the name of a country instead of the depressing-to-me answer, “None.” I went to Israel with my sister, Maureen, and loved every day of it.

6.  What would you like to have in 2014 that you lacked in 2013?

It’s interesting that this question uses the word “have” instead of other verbs like “do” or “be”. I don’t really need anything but there are lots of things I’d like to have that I don’t currently possess.  But, I’m going to answer a bit more transcendently and say I’d like to have more patience with Daniel. His toddler year of 2013 revived some of my old demons.

7.  What date from 2013 will remain etched upon your memory and why?  

I decided to sit here and think of any dates I could actually remember specifically and why. I wouldn’t say it was important but maybe because of dread or just seeing so many email reminders, but I did attend my 20 year high school reunion on July 20th.

8.  What was your biggest personal achievement of the year?

Nonspecifically, it would have to be the contribution the continued growth and development of my children.  Specifically, I worked really hard all year at my calling of Primary Music Chorister. I enjoy it and feel like the children in my primary were prepared for the program and knew the songs we learned. Is it sad that a successful primary program is my biggest personal achievement?  I’m also proud of another successful 3,000 mile summer road trip with the kids.  It is quite a feat of endurance but I’m so glad we go. It makes for such great summers.

9.  What was your biggest failure?

Since April, I have been meeting with a personal trainer but haven’t lost a pound or any inches. I started  intensely with twice a week solo sessions. That eventually turned into one solo session and one I shared with friends which turned into two sessions shared with friends which turned into one session shared with friends which turned into none. And this failure was mine all for the low, low cost of hundreds of dollars.

This was supposed to be my “before” picture.  Sadly, it is my “still” picture.

10.  Did you suffer injury or illness?

Yes. This is ultimately why I stopped meeting with a trainer. Something is wrong with my shoulder. Jay did an ultrasound on it and I have an inflamed AC joint. I don’t know if working out and lifting weights contributed to it or if it is auto immune related like arthritis or what, but my right shoulder is out of whack. Can’t really consistently lift things above my head.

11.  What was the best thing you bought?

We had a bit of a heat wave in early June and our house does not have air conditioning. The expense to install it exceeds the need to have it but when those 100 degree days hit, it is miserable. We do have a windowless basement that stays very cool and, one day, in a fit of hot mama rage, I ordered a new TV for the basement so that we could spend the hottest part of the day, the later afternoon and evening, comfortably downstairs.  With that purchase in mind, I started looking for furniture. It took me forever to decide and that new TV sat in a box in our foyer for over 3 months.  I do not move quickly.  But, after a weekend of help painting the large room from my sister, I finally chose a black, bonded leather sectional and we enjoy the room.  We looked into having it wired for surround sound but when the audio guys came out and gave us a $4,000 estimate, we bought a $250 sound bar from  Sam’s Club instead and have been totally happy.  There are some messy wires that, no doubt, the professionals would have better hidden, but I like my $3,000K+ in savings.

12.  Whose behavior merited celebration?

Jay’s whole family got together for a family reunion! And it wasn’t for a wedding although we did belatedly celebrate Jay’s parents 50th wedding anniversary.  It was a quick weekend in Utah in a fabulous house but it was great to see all of those cousins.

I am also so pleased my parents went on a big trip to Israel, Jordan and Egypt.  My dad is not really a lover of traveling and it is difficult to convince him to go places so it was wonderful to see them do something so grand together.


I’m always proud of Jay. He is so disciplined and works so hard to be successful in what he wants to do.  He learned how to A.I (Artifically Inseminate) and had success this year.

Look at me feeding the cows! These are two of the steers that are a result of his successful AI-ing. They are beauts (if cows are every beauts). 

He ran a great marathon in Newport, Oregon in May and has been trying to rehabilitate a bad calf after injuring it in August, which caused him to bow out of several other races he had planned this fall. He is feeling a bit better and hopes to run in Boston this April. I am also so proud of him for sticking with the whole “digging the ditch” to get electricity to the barn.  It was very labor intensive but he did it. And now there are bright lights!

I got to drive alongside the runners (they only had one side of the road closed off.  I just put my hand out of the window and shot as many pictures as I could.  I’m so glad one turned out. 

The home stretch!  He finished in 3 hours and 30 seconds.  He was bummed about those 30 seconds. 

He spent the rest of the day with me at the beach.  It was such a beautiful day. 

I think lighthouses are the perfect metaphor for life. It was fun to see one up close. 

Thanks to Yelp, we found some great seafood.  I got the fish tacos.

The view from our hotel room.  

Sam had eye surgery in March and had to wear these horrible stickers on his glasses to prepare him for it that made his eyes cross and distorted. He wore them without complaint, had his surgery and when it didn’t fix his ambloypia (lazy eye) just went about his glasses-wearing business, even though I know he was disappointed that he wouldn’t be glasses free, as he had hoped.  He quit his soccer team that he had been heavily involved in for 3 years and tried playing football, his favorite sport.  It was hard to find a place on a team that is heavily nepotistic (all 7 of the coaches have sons that play all the main positions and any other position that is involved on any play called) and even harder to excel in the position they did put him in, wide receiver, when he has no depth perception (which I explained to the coaches). The way his brain has adapted still makes it possible for him to catch balls but I don’t know how great he can ever become at it as the balls thrown get faster and when the games get played at night, but he likes being part of the team and never gave up working hard. He is an inspiration to someone like me who usually only chooses to do things that play to my strengths.  

With those blasted stickers to force his eyes to cross.

Pre surgery

5th grade champions!

Sam also earned his Webelos and Arrow of Light, pretty much all by himself.  Well, Jay and I helped him but he only had maybe five actual meetings and then the Webelos leaders, whose own son had finished and turned 11, stopped having them.  It took forever for a new leader to be called, and by the time there was one, he was practically done. I wish I were more of a fan of the whole scouting program.  I do understand its merits but the way it is administered through primary and young mens doesn’t often work well.  Plus, my boys aren’t super motivated by badges, beads and belt loops so it can be hard to drum up any enthusiasm.  But, with four boys, I suppose we need to keep at it. 

I was bummed he didn’t get a cool Arrow of Light ceremony but glad he got it nonetheless.

Seth has become more private and distant the older he gets, which I have to remind myself is totally normal and thus not to take too personally, but I do know how much he has worked at becoming a better basketball player and have to celebrate his determination and effort.  Last year, which was really the first year I realized how interested he was in the game, he made C team at the middle school.  There were five teams based on ability and skill and C was right in the middle of the five.  There were boys better than him and boys worse, even on his own team. Over the summer and full, I don’t think a day passed where he didn’t handle the ball and work on his shot. He told me his goal was to make and start on the A team his 8th grade year and I admired and worried about his goal.  When tryouts happened, he had a really good day and a pretty bad day (according to him) and on the day the teams were announced, I picked him up from practice a bit sick to my stomach. He got in the car, fought back tears, and said he was on B. I tried not to give him any platitudes, because I knew he just needed to be allowed to feel disappointed for awhile, but as soon as we got home, he picked up a basketball and went down to the barn to practice.  It was like I could hear the Rocky music in his head! On the following Monday, the first day of practice, Seth came out of the school with a huge gash in his chin, one eventually requiring stitches, but with the biggest grin on his face. He said, “This is the best day of my life! I actually made A team but they forgot to call my name.” He bravely faced the stitches his dad gave him on our own dining room table and started every game.  He also ran extremely well in XC.  I hope he continues on in that sport too.

Flying.

One our summer trip date with Ansel:)

First Day of School

So brave getting his stitches!

Daniel receives props for sheer survival. He has three siblings who mug on him at every opportunity and spent an abundant time strapped into his car seat while attending his brothers activities.

Look at the bump on his head. Ouch.

In addition to the mugging, the older brothers are also incredibly kind and helpful. He can pretty much get any of them to do anything.

Walking the boys to the school bus in the morning.

Glad daddy is home after the cattle round up.

Henry has nearly mastered his “S” sound (I’d say he is about 80%) and his last sound is “R” which, according to his speech therapist, is the hardest sound and different depending on which consonant or verb it is next to. He sometimes gets lots in the shuffle, but he has started piano and is the master of entertaining himself. It usually means there is a mess involved and, sometimes, the destruction of property, but he is creative and has the best imagination in the world.  He also learned how to ride a bike (though he won’t try anymore) and even tried a week of karate to see how he liked it (he didn’t).

He did it!

He did like putting kids in head locks and bring his knee up for a blow.  Unfortunately, he didn’t like the discipline of following every instruction from a very strict teacher.

His teacher is impressed by how quickly he is understanding and learning the notes of the scale and staff.  His ability to read music exceeds his coordination at playing it, though. He has some fine motor skill delays too.

I am also really, really proud of my four nephews out on missions. Scott is in Florida, Derek is in North Carolina, Michael is in Columbia and Jacob is in Russia. As the oldest cousins on either side of our family, I am so relieved and proud of these boys and the examples they are setting for my children and hope they choose to follow in their older cousins’ footsteps.


13.  Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

I think Miley Cyrus is an abomination.  Oh..I’m sure her fame and riches have caused some psychological problems that should garner up my sympathy but her attitude and behavior in public appalls me.

14.  Where did most of your money go?

Every year, there seems to be some sort of house catastrophe that needs repaired.  This year, it was our well pump. For 9 days of December, we had no running water and that experience was really eye opening. For starters, I realized how unprepared I was. It wasn’t really an emergency, as there was water elsewhere (we showered at Jay’s folks and bought drinking water at Walmart) but I saw how desperate it could quickly become if EVERYONE suddenly went without water at the same time. The disaster in the Philippines had happened only a month earlier and I read news accounts about the looting and crimes to get drinking water. It was totally inconvenient and emotionally challenging to be unable to do the things I need to do to run the household but we were safe and served by loved ones.  But, it was dang expensive to fix. It’s not where most of our money went (taxes, mortgage, new car) but it’s where a lot of money went that I wished had gone elsewhere.

15.  What did you get really, really, really excited about?

I finally got a Toyota Sequoia! It was crazy how it all eventually worked out but I have one and I like it. I don’t like the company I bought it from but I try to separate the emotions from each other and focus on the gratitude for the space and comfort in which I spend my days on the road.

16.  What song will always remind you of 2013?

My kids really like pop music and I’ve even noticed Daniel singing along.  He can time that gasp for air in the song, “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons almost perfectly.  I think that is definitely the song of the year but I also really liked “Sail” by AWOL nation, “Berzerk” (only the clean version) by Eminem, “Say Something” by A Great Big World (I prefer it without Christina Aguilera, whose voice drives me bonkers even though it isn’t bad in this song) and “Get Lucky” by Daft Punk.  I was feeling bad about listening to “Get lucky” because it’s pretty much about getting lucky but when Sam told me that he thought it was about a bunch of friends staying up all night playing games…I let the guilt go.  I wish I could listen to songs with kids’ ears.   We can all sing along to Wrecking Ball, though I loathe Miley Cyrus and I changed the radio station every. single. time (which was a lot!) Blurred Lines came on.  I get the good beat but I don’t enjoy songs about rape (at worst) or infidelity (at best).

17.  Compared to this time last year, are you: a) happier or sadder? b) thinner or fatter? c) richer or poorer?

a) sadder.  Same answer as last year.  I wish this wasn’t true.  I don’t know what’s going on.
b) fatter. Ugh.
c) the same. Poorer. These answers are depressing. But, the expenses went up and the income did not. Still, we are blessed with Jay’s secure and good job.


18.  What do you wish you'd done more of?

Everything I love.  I wish I spent more time with friends.  I wish I found the time and desire to sing.  I wish I had read more, even though I read a lot.  I wish I had spent more time at the lake and more time on the mountain and hiked more and exercised more and danced more and served more and read more books with Daniel and blogged more.

19.  What do you wish you'd done less of?

Feeling sorry for myself.  I have some really good friends going through horribly hard times and I hate when I throw myself pity parties.  The truth is, everyone is fighting a battle, public or not, and I need to focus on my blessings and not my trials.

20.  Did you fall in love in 2013?

I fell in love with Caitlyn Connley’s art.  I have never had an eye or taste for art but found this Utah artist through instagram and almost all of her sketches and paintings speak to me. I bought one and would like about 50 more.

This is the one I bought. It is called, “But If You Look At It This Way.”  Yes. 

21.  What was your favorite TV program?

SYTYCD.  Of course. I even went up to Salt Lake for the tour, which was so great. These dancers are really talented.

22.  Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?

No.

23.  What was the best book you read?

Best Book.  Hmmm.  I feel like it should be one of the books I gave 5 stars to on Goodreads, because those are the ones I thought were amazing, but I’ve decided that the book I have enjoyed thinking about the most is Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.  I really liked Heft by Liz Moore and A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra too.

24.  What was your greatest musical discovery?

I pretty much stick with what the local radio stations feed me as I do not have XM radio but I’m a sucker for buying the songs used on SYTYCD.  If there is a visual I love, I want to repeat the image in my head as many times as possible.  Still, those are not my discoveries.  I recently bought an album from a duo out of Provo called Mideau that I really like.  Check it out: “Way With Words”  Good stuff.

25.  What did you want and get?

Second chances to be better.  Every single day.

26.  What did you want and not get?

My pre-pregnancy body. My own fault.

27.  What was your favorite film of this year?

My favorite was “Saving Mr. Banks".  It is such a moving picture and I love the complicated emotions embedded into the making of such a beloved and well-known film.  Plus, I cried. I love movies that move me. I laughed and laughed (particularly at the end when the minions did the white tux BoysIIMen spoof) during “Despicable Me 2" and loved the music and conflict in Frozen (I can listen to Idina Menzel all day).   I thought “Austenland” was a hoot, even if it was a bit over the top and "12 Years a Slave" felt like the most important movie I watched.

28.  What did you do on your birthday and how old were you?

Boo for Sunday birthdays! As a yes day believer and birthday diva wannabe, I hate that neither are really possible on a Sunday (because I would never, ever choose to cook on my birthday).  It was a busy day at church but I got some nice gifts and cards that always make a girl feel good.  I turned 38.

29.  What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

I’m feeling stumped by the word “immeasurably”.  I want my answer to justify such a big word. I think more temple attendance.  I am embarrassed to admit that I believe I only went to the temple 3 times in 2013.  There is definitely room for improvement and I think the blessings would be immeasurable.

Me and Emily in front of the Mt. Timpanogos Temple.  I also went to the Draper temple with my sister, Sarah, and the Monticello temple with Jay.

30.  How would you describe your personal fashion concept for 2013?

This was the year of the necklace for me.  I got a long one, for when I wore tops with higher necklines, and several shorter ones I could wear with lower tops.  Almost all of my shirts are from Kohls or Sam’s Club so there is no real high fashion going on here.

My favorite metal knot necklace. 

31.  What kept you sane?

I don’t know if I am! Sometimes, I think I am losing it. Humor keeps me sane and I seek it out whenever possible.  I like to be around funny people.  A trip always keeps me forging forward.  Honestly, most of my bad days can be made better by a hot bath.  Go figure.

The Big Eight for Big H

One of the stumbling blocks for keeping active on my blog lately is that I feel like all I have time for is capturing event after event after event. When you have a busy family, there is usually something going on for somebody that the mom/wife/family historian in me wants to archive and commemorate.  Even though I haven’t been blogging, I still feel the desire to make these moments permanent. But, inevitably over the past 8 months since going private, I’d miss something…a summer excursion or sport camp which turned into missing something else and suddenly, I was behind and if I had time to blog, I felt like I had to go back and catch up with those other important events first. But, all those unwritten blog posts left little room for the other type of blogging I love which is organizing my thoughts…about anything…into something. Combine those competing psychological issues with my odd apathy towards private blogging and you’ve got a nearly dead blog. I’m not sure how not writing anything is satisfying the guilt or fixing the indifference but that’s the trick of living in my head.

Still, in spite of missing so many other important events (Daniel’s second birthday, Our Anniversary, Christmas, New Years) I don’t want to forget about Henry’s 8th birthday and baptism. Every birthday is special and important but it’s not every day a kid like Henry turns 8.  It was kind of a big deal:)

Pure Henry

For the past several years, a good friend of his at school has a birthday right before Christmas break.  His mom is always so good about planning a fun party and it always gets Henry into a let’s-talk-about-my-birthday-a-month-ahead mode.  With all of those other events sandwiched between the parentheses above and the month, my brain is never as eager to go where Henry would like to take it.

I did start mentally preparing, however.  Even back in November, on a trip to Utah to see the SYTYCD tour (another event not blogged about), I purchased most of what I planned to give him for this coming of age year.  A set of engraved scriptures. A suit. A fancy pen to highlight said scriptures.  Oh, the joy of shopping for baptism gifts in Utah! Jay had purchased him a fun gift and, as far as the gift giving side of Henry’s birthday went, I felt prepared and at peace.

I offer “yes” days to all of my boys, and Henry is still easy to please. He wanted a muffin for breakfast and pizza for lunch and didn’t care what kind of treat I brought to his class.  When I showed up with cookies and CapriSuns, he was thrilled with both the treat and the attention. I love watching him smile.

I really don’t like transition lenses but my kids do because they have automatic sunglasses.  I can’t tell you how many pictures have been affected because you can’t make those things hurry up and go clear!

He loved passing everything out. Basically, Henry loves to party. 

When he came home, he only had a few hours to wait before his grandpa and grandma took him to a birthday dinner at the DQ. His birthday fell on a Wednesday and Jay and Seth needed to be at Young Mens so we invited Jay’s parents to the DQ for dinner and then went back to our house to open gifts.  We waited to have cake until they both came home.

Not a great picture of anyone but…hey…we were here. Thanks mom and pops!

Henry is a boy who loves gifts.  I can’t decide if him having a birthday so close to Christmas is a good or a bad thing. All of his excitement over gifts happens within such a short time. He ruins the things he gets so quickly, I think it would probably be better if he received gifts over a more spread out time table but as it is, he has 2 weeks of pure joy.  Lots of new things to ooh and ash over and he absolutely loves everything.  Seriously.  I could give him a Happy Meal toy and he would be thrilled.  I’m not sure why I bother with some of the more expensive things except that he is just so fun to watch open things.  His joy is what drives me.

Henry tore through his birthday presents in less than 5 minutes.  It’s a bit embarrassing to watch with guests.  He eventually gets back to each gift, and eventually played with everything enthusiastically, but once he sees what it is, it quickly gets tossed for the next wrapped gift. 

A golden dragon from China.  My parents have given every grandson one for their eighth birthday.  It’s a good thing they planned ahead because Henry remembered and was counting on it. 

Fun puzzle from Grandma J.

Scriptures in a BYU case

Uno Blast from Aunt Jen and family. It’s been a great family game.

Jay got Henry the classic Spirograph kit. Everyone likes it! (We are not artists so it makes us feel good at art)

I splurged and got the expensive card that plays music.  I wish I had a video of Henry’s dancing to it.

Sigh.  The Michael Kors suit I picked up at Burlington Coat Factory was too small.  It’s such a sharp looking suit.  All of my boys are built so differently and Henry is definitely more solid at 8 than his older brothers.

His favorite gift was this Easy Bake Oven from Aunt Sarah. It’s a new fancy design and all I can say is that there is nothing easy about baking in this oven. It had both Sarah and I stumped and we made quite a mess trying to get the cake in and out.  Henry was still thrilled to have made something. He’s on his way to becoming a chef!

Another Chinese gift.  The crazy birthday candle.  Totally illegal in the states and totally fun.

It gets bigger and more dangerous and then opens up, playing the “Happy Birthday” song.

It showed 9 lit candles when it opened up. Perfect!

I have loved keeping the birthday contained to the day the past few years but I knew I wouldn’t work this year. Not with family in town and not with my determination to have a party for him that was as easy for me as possible.  After last year’s debacle at the pottery place, I took the advice of a friend and reserved a time at the local children’s museum.  The only dates available, however, are on Saturdays and Sundays so, instead of a birth”day”, Henry had more of a birth”week”. So be it.  Every few years, it’s not going to kill me.  His party was fantastic. We set up a few decorations while Henry and his friends played in the museum and then a “scientist” taught them about dry ice and they made dry ice rockets.  Throw in some cupcakes, gifts and more play in the museum and it was the easiest 8 year old winter birthday party ever.

Starting to build the rockets out of paper wrapped around a film canister.

Almost everyone needed adult help. This woman in the black coat brought her other son with her.  I think it is so strange that for two years in a row, I have had extra, uninvited siblings at Henry’s party.  Is there a new etiquette rule about bring siblings to parties?

Love the glasses within the goggles.

Even Daniel wanted to build a rocket.

Watching one blast off.

Henry gets ready for his rocket.

Success!

It’s not nearly as cute as the tables my sister-in-law, Tara, lays out for her parties (she is a party table master) but I think it’s kind of cute.  They provided the plates and napkins which had no theme (Zooanimals and Avengers?)

I think it’s funny how everyone mobs the birthday gift opening.  

Again, this part of the party took no time.

There was only about 10 minutes left to go and enjoy the museum before parents came to pick up. 

Maureen explored a bit on her own:)

So did Sarah

I’m nervous that Jay will want to build one of these.  He thought it was very cool.

Energy generators

Daniel loved hammering

Sarah and Jay competing for more power for their bottle rockets.

Henry wanted to compete against his friend, Owen, too but preferred Sarah to do the pumping:)

Seth and his long legs managed to get all four lightbulbs lit.

The original plan was to have his birthday party in the morning, then drive him up to his ski lessons from 1-4 and then have his baptism that same night at 7. We knew it was a lot of activity for any kid but we were especially concerned given Henry’s unpredictable moods.  The Sunday prior, he had an interview scheduled with the bishop and the entire day, all he could say was how he didn’t want to have a birthday and didn’t want to be baptized.  I felt…concerned.  Henry and his motives are still mostly an enigma to me and I couldn’t figure out how his enthusiasm for his birthday, starting the month before, if you will remember, had fizzled.  When he didn’t even want his primary gift or to be sung to, I felt a bit desperate.  We had to wait for about an hour after church got out and it happened to be fast Sunday and he happened to be fasting (it doesn’t always happen) so, eventually, I figured out that he was both hungry and very nervous to meet with the bishop. When he came out from the bishop’s office with a smile on his face, I knew everything would be all right.  But, we still decided to opt out of ski lessons that day.  Just to be sure that Henry could be in the best mood possible for his baptism.

My parents are the most supportive people I have ever known in regard to attending important church ordinances.  Baptisms, missionary farewells or homecomings, weddings, funerals…if a loved one is going to take a step towards their eternal progression, Carl and Karen are going to be there with a “Go you!” Because Henry’s birthday happens so soon after Christmas, they came for the holiday and stayed for Henry’s baptism.  It was lovely to have them and I love that Henry will be able to look back at pictures and this blog post (major guilt occurring now about not writing other ones) and feel the support that his family offers.

A picture I’ll cherish.  Even Seth’s bare feet. 

His baptism was wonderful.  My sisters spent all day helping me prepare food and music and my mom saved my bacon by hemming old church pants of Sam’s after I learned that the suit I bought him would not fit. I was so happy with the turnout of friends, ward members and family and I know that Henry felt the love too.  Aunt Patty gave a great talk about prophets and their baptisms that Henry loved, Aunt Maureen sang a beautiful arrangement of “I Feel My Savior’s Love” and Aunt Sarah gave a fun talk about how the Holy Ghost is like a traffic light. Seth led the music and it was perfect to have his grandmas give prayers and his grandpas act as witnesses.

I was planning on moving the table so that we could be next to the picture of Christ but it didn’t happen.  But I did manage to put the lamp on the floor for a really awkward picture prop! But these boys in white jumpsuits (such an awkward design!) look fabulous and Henry is ready!

We are so proud of Henry!

On the drive home from the church, Henry must have told me three times that he could feel the Holy Ghost. He is still learning about how the gift impacts his life (he is mostly convinced that the Holy Ghost will help prevent him from tripping over rocks after a fall earlier in the week pre-confirmation) but I love that he feels its presence and isn’t afraid to acknowledge it.  He also tells me frequently that he will try to be better now that he is accountable for his choices.  Gush.

I love Henry. I am learning so much about who I am and how Heavenly Father’s plan works from being his mother.