Greg's First Date

Yes, that's right, we allowed Greg to go on a date before he was sixteen.

Here's the story. So, Jacqui and I were talking about what she was going to wear and what she and her date would do for the Commencement dance. She mentioned that Ty, her date, hadn't found a group to go with yet. I asked who was taking her good friends Ashlie and Valerie. She said that neither of them had been asked. I was surprised; they usually go to the dances.

Jokingly, I said, "Well, Greg should ask Valerie, and you could double."

She laughed and then decided that sounded like fun. "But then we'd need to get a date for Ashlie."

Well, I knew exactly who to set up with her. Greg's best bud Brodie Davison had been crushing on Ashlie off and on since he was 11 or 12. You know the obnoxious way little brother's friends cause problems, insert themselves next to you on the couch, and throw things at you. Well, we got talking and thought this might work. It would be fun to have them all go, the girls would get to go to their senior prom, and Brodie and Greg would get to take out good-looking senior girls as lowly sophomores.

We talked with Greg and Brodie, and found there were a couple of problems. First, Brodie had to work that night. Second, Greg would be in a soccer tournament in Pocatello all that Saturday. We decided that if Val didn't mind missing her date during the pre-date date, then Greg might be able to survive three games and make it back in time for pictures, dinner, and the dance.

Brodie finally found out on Wednesday that he could get the night off. He was excited about the proposition and came up with an interesting way to ask her. The problem: dance on Saturday. Thursday came, and Greg was still waffling on whether he'd have the energy for the date after soccer. He was convinced when we decided that since neither of the boys had suits yet, we'd let them rent tuxes. That idea really appealed to him.

I was excited to see the two handsome boys in tuxes, and Jacqui was thrilled this was all coming together. She was so excited. Brodie's like a third brother, and her best friends would get the chance to go. Since time was short, Jacqui hinted at the friends through texts that they might be asked, and asked what dresses they'd wear. We got the colors, so, before they even asked the girls out, they went and rented their tuxedos. Jacqui took charge of ordering the corsages. Brodie's mom, Colette, just laughed because every time she asked Brodie if he'd thought of this or that, he answered that Jacqui'd taken care of it.

On Friday, (yes, the day before the dance), the boys put Goldfish crackers, sour gummy works, and a fishing line in the girls' shared locker. They each had a cute saying that asked the girl. Brodie'd had a running joke with Ashlie about catching her once ( I don't know the details.), so they played on that.

The girls answered that night with their own goldfish. Brodie was at work so his parents took the package to him. Before he got to open it, he told his parents that he didn't feel so well. He couldn't breathe very well. He has a personal and family history of some heart problems, so his parents decided to take him to the hospital for some tests. After the tests showed nothing was wrong, he had a strange reaction to the dye for the MRI, so he was treated for that and went home that night with a big nose.

By morning, Brodie's nose was normal. Jacqui, Ty, Brodie, Ashlie, and Valerie went out to the country and played air soft guns. Greg went to the tournament, won two games, lost the third, and made it back in time to shower, shave, and take pictures before he picked up his date.

The guys looked handsome. The girls beautiful. They had their pictures taken, went to Idaho Falls to eat at Johnny Carino's, and went back to the dance. Jacqui said that Greg was a little tired, but they all had a good time.

It was a fun experience, but I told Greg that this can't count as his first date because he's supposed to take me out first.

I'm teaching this term, so I started on Monday. My students are about to write a "This I Believe" Statement, so I'm doing some pondering about what I would write if I had time.

I believe in being prepared. As is often the case, I was reminded of this belief by failing to be prepared. Every single year for 13 years now, my daughters have taken dance. Each year, as the recital draws near, we are given lists, costumes, props, and so on to prepare us for the big day. I take my daughters, carefully coiffed, made up, and dressed to the picture night. Each year there is someone who doesn't have all the correct pieces, is late, or unprepared in any number of ways. I take my safety pins, bobby pins, hairspray, and make-up and share whatever I can with those in need. I tote everything I can think of so that I will be prepared. I'm bothered by those who don't remember everything and fill in with what I can so that the pictures or recital night can be perfect.

Then comes yesterday. My oldest is in her final year, and I have two other daughters to prepare for the day. As I run out of the house five minutes late for the youngest's appointment, I hope the older two would be on track, but it is not to be. First, as we arrive, Claire realizes that she forgot her ballet shoes. Oops, but I've seen this one done a thousand times--borrow the shoes of a girl from another class. Good, got that done with just a minor inconvenience. We head home to get the next girl.

After the five minute drive home, I find a grumpy near-13-year old (a week to the day) who's not happy that the older sister has been putting her make up on her. She thinks it's too heavy, but it looks fine to me.

Did I remember to pick up some white tights on the way home? Nope--she'll have to borrow from Jacqui. We start primping at the incredibly clumpy mascara, clean it up, and move on to the hair when I look down at the clock. "Oh, it's 7:50," I stupidly mutter. Corinne hears this and bursts into tears. "

"My appointment was for 7:45, and I'm not even dressed!"

Unprepared for the typical young teenage outburst, I grump on my own. "Don't start this. It doesn't do any good." I go on and on. She shuts down, so I walk out of the room. I need a few seconds to blow of steam, but oops, she storms off to her room crying. GREAT! Now we're all a mess and late. Jacqui shifts over and starts working calmly on her makeup.

I've done this before. I should know how to defuse this situation, calm her down and get her in the car. I should be prepared. This time I'm too frazzled myself, so I blow it up. She's dressing, crying, and I just look at her and tell her that there is no way she's going to do this. Just stop right now. It's over. You can't cry anymore. --Like that would ever calm anyone down.

Finally, after 8:00 we pull out of the driveway. As we pull into the studio, we grab everything and rush inside. I'm hoping for some distance to calm her down. Let her stand with her friends or something, but the next thing I hear is "Mom, I forgot my flowers." I'm tempted to send Jacqui home, but then she'd be further behind and Melanie (the dance teacher) says, "I've got some." We madly start pinning individual flowers the teacher has (because she is always prepared). Corinne's putting on her pointe shoes, we're pinning, and the photographer and his assistant keep calling out "any more white girls [costume description not physical]?" We keep saying, "yes, but just a moment." The ballet teacher is unfrazzled. She keeps pinning and handles others problems as we go. "Yes, I've got some of those." --and heads to get them, then comes back to pinning--still she pins more than I can and finally Corinne is ready. She gets her picture taken. I'm afraid to watch. I don't even see if she's able to pull off a pleasant look. I guess the pictures will tell the story.

Time to move to the next girl. We've brought three costumes for her. It's her senior year and she has two groups and wants an individual in the third costume. We have the time to smooth her hair, settle down, help her change, pose her, but Corinne goes home feeling once again the middle child. I failed her.

I started writing that I should have been prepared with all the things in advance, but when I hit the climax I saw that I should be prepared to handle the emotional problems better. I believe in having all the stuff in line, but the dance teacher kept everything calm even though we were late, unprepared, and upset. She even talked a little small talk to Corinne to settle her down. I've always admired that about her, but last night my unpreparedness in handling my own daughter glared as she defused the situation I had created by not knowing how to help Corinne. I didn't have the necessary calmness, compassion, and control on hand for the moment they were needed.

I believe in being prepared with all the little things someone might need. Now I need apply that to the big things we all need when the moment gets tense. Will I be prepared next time?

Spring Break and Beyond

I'm still trying to find my voice here, but I'll try to post things of interest.

The kids had Spring break this weekend. Friday was cold and yucky, but I borrowed my friend's steam cleaner, and Jacqui and I cleaned her bathroom, the upstairs bathroom, floors, the fridge (a little), etc. (Mark helped too on Thursday.) I fell in love with the steamer. It cleans so easily and feels so much cleaner than with other things. The steam had a real relaxing effect I guess, like being in a sauna, so I had to take a short nap before going back to it in the afternoon.

I'd promised the kids we'd go to Idaho Falls on Saturday, so we got ready and headed out during the last 1/2 hour of morning conference and listened on the radio. We arrived at the mall just after the session ended, dropped off the big kids and headed to Don Aslett's Cleaning Center for my own personal steam cleaner ($109 + tax). I'm really excited to have it, but it's tempered with the thought that that will be my 40th birthday gift. The kids had fun; we bought some Easter clothes, shopped at Sam's Club, and headed back home a little later than we'd planned, but still got to listen to most of the afternoon session of conference.

Sunday was beautiful. Robert got sunburned because he pulled our old couch off the patio onto the lawn and listened to conference on the radio. We barbecued and had steak and baked potatoes on the patio after the second session, then we played a game of ultimate frisbee. Good days. We hope the weather continues this week so that Robert's birthday will be nice.

Monday, Robert had to work, but got in a game of golf in the late afternoon--more sunburn. He says that he just has to see if the sun still works after our long Rexburg winters. Greg got out golfing in the afternoon. He went with some of his soccer friends. The other kids played with friends, or hung out around the house. Jacqui finished crocheting around a burp cloth that she started about 4 years ago (she actually undid everything and started again on Sunday morning, so she's quite pleased with herself that she completed it during her break).

Everybody got up and went to school this morning. We're back to the same routine, but the break was a blessing. We need to recharge those batteries.

Jacqui's officially passed on her Student Body Officer responsibilities, so she's relieved. She just has to finish up her college and AP classes, pass the AP test, and perform her last dance recital in the next month. She's feeling the burden and the excitement of the stage of life.

Corinne and Greg are playing spring soccer. Corinne's first game was a surprise 7-4 win. In the Spring season, the girls often struggle, but we're hopeful now. Greg's team plays the first game this week. They're a strong team, but have yet to prove themselves this season. Wish them luck.

Claire and Mark work together to drive us crazy. Pray for lots of sunshine this Spring so they can get outside a lot. They enjoy each other a lot, but are together so often, they end up fighting. On our trip to Utah, we were all ready to throw them out and leave them by the side of the road, but we're pretty glad we kept them.

Claire's preparing to play in her first piano festival. She's been taking lessons for about 10 months now. She's doing pretty well and likes it most of the time.

So that's Spring break and beyond, but I'll have to post some pictures soon. I don't have any recent ones to show, but keep checking.

Visiting this weekend

We'll be in Utah this weekend visiting some of our family. Rebecca's nephew, Grant, has returned from his mission and will be speaking in his ward. We are also planning on letting Jacqui check out potential new digs on the BYU campus. She's been accepted there and is planning on living on campus. Greg won't be with us because he has a scout campout and needs to work. We don't know how many of you we'll have a chance to see since right now our plan doesn't have us leaving for Utah until the middle of Saturday morning.

For the Birds

I'm joining the craze. The Robert Bird family is now in on the blog trend. I'll try to post every couple of weeks, and maybe some family members will check in now and then.--Rebecca