THE BOOTH OHANA
"the best security blanket a child can have is parents who respect each other" -jane blaustone

Living and co-parenting after a lifetime of love.
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Apr 14, 2013

St Joseph's Parish Fair

Spring nights. On this particular Saturday, it was nearing bed time but we'd gone out for a late dinner at Fusion Sushi. This amazing, lit up, no joke, school/church carnival had taken up residence for the weekend near the house. We passed it every day that week on our routes to and from school. They were obviously excited. I'm never too excited about huge crowds, price gouging and "Carnies". But thanks to us having been together for so long thus giving the ability to silently communicate (with the help of eyebrows and eye shifting), we agreed we'd surprise these munchkins with a trip to the Parish Fair. 


 And thrilled they were!! What? It's 8:30 Mom. You guys are the best ever! You mean we don't have to go home right now? We can go on rides?
Mr. B did have to climb into the kiddie fun house to retrieve Ms. HeaBug. She got scared and got stuck. She wouldn't budge. Dad rescued her. 


 Flying swings, little coasters, ferris wheels... All of which cause little knots in my stomach but I pushed that to the side in favor of allowing them to experience this fully.
 Bumper cars for Mr. B and JT. HeaBug didn't reach the height requirement so she played a $3 game to win a pink monkey that was cheap and cheesy and totally made her night.

 JT's face says it all for me. This is how I feel at the top of a ferris wheel on in a sky bucket or on a ski lift... But I kept a smile on my face and encouraged them to do so too. Once they got over the initial, WHOA... They soaked it all in with delight. (Mr. B laughed at me the whole time.)
It's great to live in such a big city and still access this small community living. Love me some LBC!

Mar 31, 2013

Home sick and hunting for eggs

We are scheduled to leave for Hawaii on Monday. We've planned this trip almost a year in advance. Everything is booked. Thursday, I get a call from the school that JT is in the nurses office with a 103.1 fever. I rush from the shop to pick him up and bring him back to work with me stopping briefly for tylenol, ibuprofen and these stick on your forehead cool gel things.

Poor boy. I made an appointment to see the Dr that afternoon. We got in and she says it's a virus. We're about 1 full day in so his fever should clear within 3 days then he'll have a cough. I tell her we are going on vacation. She says worst case scenario, there is a Kaiser in Hawaii.

He stays home from school the next day too. It's the Friday before Spring Break. I specifically remember being sick in elementary school and missing the Friday before the Break. I missed the classroom candy, the Easter party. It's all good though since they don't do things like candy and Easter in school anymore. sigh.





By Saturday he seems to be eating again, the fever is staying down. They dye Easter eggs.





Sunday, after a morning of candy and easy pull apart danishes we head to church. We come home and I cook a giant meal while packing all of our clothes for a week. We hide and hunt for eggs.









They grub down on too much sugar. I'm setting the table as we watch a movie that HeaBug got in her Easter basket... Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away.

And then it comes. The puke. Suddenly. And with it... a fever. For HeaBug.


A shower, some tylenol, and a bed on the couch later, some of us sit down to eat a bit of what was going to be fabulous food.

HeaBug swears to never eat purple peeps again.

No need to take her in, I know what this is. It's the virus. The one that JT had. Fever for 3 days then lots of coughing.

Darn you sick. We are still going to Hawaii tomorrow.
Happy Easter. Love the Booth Ohana








Jan 9, 2013

European Adventure, Here's London

We began our new year with quite the adventure! I'd spent the whole of the previous day packing, packing, packing. The kids are good flyers but we'd never taken a flight so long. 11 hours from LAX to London Heathrow Airport. We took a red eye, 7pm in the hopes that they would sleep. They did but only a little. Thank goodness for free on demand shows and movies in flight. I took a screen shot of the coin currency for the UK, they use Pounds. Elsewhere in Europe they use the Euro. Both of which are depressingly worth more than the dollar. I had to stop thinking of the dollar equivalent... and just enjoy the trip.
Determined to live my life in a culinary adventure I found a little place near the Tower of London called the Kitchen At Tower. It's situated directly next to All Hallows Church and serves homemade British Food. Kids had eggs and toast (Heabug is a runny yolk gal while JT prefers his scrambled). Hubs and I tried the Full English Breakfast. Mushrooms, Beans (which are apparently a staple!), fried egg, roasted tomato, a sausage and bacon/ham. It was great. I have only learned to appreciate mushrooms as an adult but I'm never one to refuse trying something. It was only on the warning of our waitress that I resisted ordering Black Pudding. Next time. The food was terrific, the vibe was great and it gave us a fine start to the day.

We found our Big Bus tour and hopped on. The red line has live commentary by a guide and took us right through the city to see the awesome and traditional sites. Houses of Parliament, Buckingham Palace, The Tower Bridge, Kensington Palace... It was probably the coolest way to see the most things and we got seats on the top, right in the front.


The Big Bus is a hop on/hop off as you please. Busses run throughout the day so we only ever waited 5 or 10 minutes. We hopped off at Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guard. We were in luck as during the winter, it only happens every OTHER day at 11am. As we waited among THOUSANDS literally we walked through St. James Park, and tossed coins in the Victoria Memorial Fountain.
It was also terribly cold so the guards wear their gray winter coats over their traditional bright red uniform. The very subtle differences on the uniform distinguish which of the five regiments of the British Army the guard is a part of (presence of a plume, the color, button spacing etc). There are the Grenadier Guards, Coldstream Guards, Scots Guards, Irish Guards, and Welsh Guards. It was fantastic to witness events carried out with such ceremony.
We were also glad to visit Westminster Abbey. SO much history in this place that has been home to Benedictine Monks, coronations (since 1066!), baptisms, funerals, weddings (aghh Will and Kate!), and the final resting place of royalty, scientists, play writes, poets, writers, saints, martyrs, and more. We did a children's scavenger hunt as well as an audio tour. We wandered through the beautiful chapels and looked for clues, answering questions on paper and from our children. The beauty of this building is unmatched. There is an inscription on the front that reads: "May God grant to the living grace- the departed rest- the Church and the world peace and concord- and to us sinners eternal life"
As we left the Abbey, the kids turned in their worksheet and received a Golden (chocolate) Coin as a reward!

One of our favorite visits was the Tower of London. We could have stayed there ALL DAY! There was so much to see. It was once a palace, a prison, a stronghold, a military base and a royal mint. There's just SO much. We were led on a tour by one of the Yeoman Warder, the traditional care takers of the Tower. He shared stories of treachery and love and blood and torture and more. We were able to view the Crown Jewels, the very jewels that have been used in coronations of the past. There were also the ewer that has been used at the baptisms, scepters and swords... It was seriously amazing

We really enjoyed our time in London. We ate British food, locals seemed polite (we had several offers of help as we tried to navigate the tube with our luggage and kids from the Airport to our stop at Tower Hill). Things close early. But who really needs Starbucks at 10pm? What I've noticed in Europe so far is the lack of extreme convenience. There are a WHOLE lot of stairs. People seem to do a lot of walking. Vegetarian options are completely the norm on restaurant menus. When you walk or ride a bike, you see more. You manage your time more wisely to get to your destinations. Now granted, it's like pulling teeth to get your drink refilled but you also aren't expected to tip an exorbitant amount as many places include a small service charge on your bill. It's a country deeply steeped in its traditions, they've been through quite a bit in the last 1200 years. But still it stands. A place I'd be happy to come back to and enjoy a nice cuppa.
Thanks London,
Love Mrs. B.

Dec 30, 2012

Pre School tells the Story of Christmas.

 HeaBug's preschool told the story of Jesus' birth. They do their play in the Sanctuary and the kids are just the cutest. Our Heabug was a camel. On Sunday, they did it for the whole church, we attended that service and enjoyed watching her.


Oct 8, 2012

Saturday is a special day.

There's a primary song that goes:

Saturday is a special day
It's the day we get ready for Sunday
We clean our house and we shop at the store
So we won't have to work until Monday.
We brush our clothes and we shine our shoes
And we call it our get-the-work-done day.
We trim our nails and we shampoo our hair,
So we can be ready for Sunday.

I remember singing it growing up and always wondering what it meant to "brush your clothes"... haha


As you may know, our church is super big on service. No one gets paid. On a recent Saturday we got an opportunity as a family to help clean our ward building (our meeting house). Families take turns participating and my kids especially LOVE to do it... I only wish they loved cleaning our house as much!

Mosiah 2:17 "And behold I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom. That ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings, ye are only in the the service of your God".

Service is where it's at. Be rad, be kind, serve others. It will make for a good life.

Jan 10, 2010

Yoked into speaking in Sacrement Meeting

Rather than try to catch up on everything... I've decided just to start from where we are. While we've been away we had a wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas, celebrated lots of birthdays (mine and Jack's 5th included!) had amazing fun with cub scouts, primary girls, family and friends, and kicked off a beautiful New Year.

I got a new class in primary and am now teaching the 10 year olds. We're also meeting at 10am which is WONDERFUL!! My kids aren't still half asleep, there's time for breakfast and we get such a crowd that we've had to open the cultural hall for the last two weeks just to accommodate everyone. It's a good feeling.

I was assigned last to give my first "talk/speech" as an adult today. After much contemplation of staying home sick and a resignation not to trip or puke on the podium, I showed up, smiled, and did my thing :)

It's long as all heck but as I'm obviously going to frame it and plaster it to my wall I figured I do the same thing on the web. Just riding the high of not sucking too bad ;)

PLEASE don't feel obligated to read it... but if you want too, here ya go. Don't mind the spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes... and imagine a completely cool, calm and collected me (which is better than the sweaty palmed, high heel shifting, nervous giggle me). I'm not fishing for anything here, just wanted to share <3

My name is Sister Booth. To be honest, last week in my primary class I was encouraging my kids to try and be courageous this year and get up here to bear their testimonies. Because it’s easier to share your testimony with a room full of people who believe mostly what you believe than to share it with one person who has no idea what a testimony even is…
We were discussing how public speaking is still public speaking and for some of us (even though I can go on and on when I don’t have a microphone and a room full of reverent eyes watching me) it is pretty intimidating to get up here. I think I’d said something along the lines of “I’m always worried that I’m going to trip on the stairs or something” when Brother Tuia came in to hand me my envelope… I didn’t even know what it was a little worried. Then he told me it was a speaking assignment… then I got a lot a bit worried. But what a way to set an example for my class than to get up here, happily (not having tripped on my way up to the stand) and share a message that will hopefully touch your heart in some way.
I opened my invitation when we got home from church last week and read the topic that had been given to me, it said, “Yoke is easy, Burden is light”. I had zero clue what that meant so I googled it.
I found that it had nothing to do with eggs but was in fact a well-known scripture. Matthew 11:28-30 “28, Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29, Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. 30, For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
That sounded so wonderful and comforting to me. Until I realized that my basic interpretation of, “Jesus, who is gentle and humble in heart, is willing to bear my troubles for me because loves me” was so surface. I mean, it sounded great but what did it really mean, to me anyway?
To love and trust in God fully and 100% seems super hard! In the scriptures, people are constantly asked to do things that are hard if not impossible even at times sounding reckless: David, here’s a rock, go kill that giant. Lehi, leave your nice house and go live in the woods with your whole family. I’ll tell you where you’re going later. Pacifist Ammonite mothers, send your young sons to war. Although he never guarantees our safety or comfort or even respectability, he asked that we put our faith in him and follow where he leads.
There is another scripture in Matthew 6:33 “But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you”. There you have it, Seek ye first the kingdom of God and HIS righteousness. We are called to do what God asks us to do regardless of the cost and we must trust that he’ll cover us.
Know that God wants you to accept a calling that you think is time consuming and hard? Take it, know that it is his will and trust that God will cover you. Know God wants you to help someone who needs money to get their car fixed? Then give them your money and trust that HE will cover you. Know that you are commanded to tithe 10% but don’t know how you’ll afford that trip to Best Buy without that extra little bit of cash? Then pay your tithing because as much as you like your neighbor across the street to be able to see what you’re watching on your giant TV, know that you also like to have a place to worship and you like the air conditioning on those July Sundays, plus, it has been commanded of us and he will cover you. Seek first God’s kingdom, always and in all things, regardless of the cost because God will cover you.
Now, wherein the problem lies is that, infallibly there is a cost. There is suffering involved. Sometimes it seems like He’s not doing His part. You miss dinner with your family or a school play or a baseball game. Your own car suddenly breaks down, or the air conditioning is broken this week… And you begin to think that maybe you’ve just been foolish and that God isn’t really going to cover you. Maybe the Lord’s way is just too hard. But Life is hard, not the gospel.
Here is where the yoke comes into play. What is a yoke? It’s this device for joining together a pair of pulling animals, like oxen, that usually consists of a crosspiece with two bow-shaped pieces, each enclosing the head of an animal. Or it is a frame fitting the neck and shoulders of a person allowing them to carry weight on either side. Wow, sounds pretty heavy, impeding, overwhelming.
In Matthew 11:25 which is just a few verses prior it says, “At the time Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou has hid these things from the wise and prudent, and has revealed them unto babes.” Children. It comes down to a child like trust in HIM. Not believing in this person or that person, because they seem so smart. But believing in our Heavenly Father as a child trusts his dad, because it’s what we do.
This burden, this yoke? It has been relieved from us. When we’ve taken on the yoke of Christ, we find that it is surprisingly light. Even in the midst of disaster, we can have faith that The Lord is in charge. There is a bigger plan at work here. You trust, you don’t despair, or curse him or your lot. Allow the love of our Savior to work and instead of anxiety you will find peace. We know we can and should do this, the scriptures tell us so.
But then you begin to question if you really should be giving up so much of your burden, should I really just back up and put all of my trust in him? Am I really at peace or am I just in denial. Do I even deserve this? I know he loves me but can he really take on all of my troubles and sorrow?
Like the oxen we are trained to pull under the weight. So there we are, used to the tugging and straining and leaning into our heavy load and then Jesus comes by and gives us his yoke, but it feels amiss and it’s throwing us off BECAUSE it is so easy and light. So many times, we slip on our old yokes because while painful, they seem to fit.
Then all of us who have taken back those yokes, sit and worry like everyone else. And we live like everyone else because God can’t really think I’d be able to go there or do that… He knows how burdensome my yoke is already. He’ll save those tasks for the super worthy saints and missionaries, not someone like me who is trying her best to stay out of trouble. It seems the standard of HIS life is so astonishingly high that it seems unreachable, too hard, too high and beyond our capacity.
But Jesus’ yoke IS easy, and his burden IS light. Come unto HIM and he WILL give us rest. That’s a good thing too because there’s no way we’d be able to do all of the things that our Father in Heaven wants us to do or go where he wants us to go carrying our own heavy yokes. When we are willing to trade that worry and sorrow for peace and joy and willing to give up our respectability and safety for gentleness and humility, then can we trust that He will cover us, and he will.
To do this goes against what the world sees as normal. Why are you peaceful during these turbulent times? How is your tree not rocking back and forth like the others during this storm? Brothers and sisters, I know it sounds hard to make sense of but consider this scripture found in 1 Corinthians 1:25 “Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men”. Doesn’t have to make perfect sense to us to be perfect and of God.
Psalms 55:22 Cast thy burden upon the lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved. Righteous is the key word there. We can’t just assume that we can make all these imprudent decisions and then when the road gets rough, ask Jesus to take the wheel only to grab it back when we think he’s navigated through the worst of it. It’s important that we constantly remember that we need to do our part. If we do our part, he will be there for us, offering his yoke, lightening our load.
We must remember to ask. Keep that constant line of communication open and available. Philippians 4:6 says, “Be careful for nothing; (meaning don’t be unduly concerned about anything) but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
Most of you know that my Husband joined the church this summer and in that move, brought me back into a fold that had not forgotten my name and brought my family that much closer to life eternal together. When he, well we really as I’d been inactive for 10 years, began learning of the Church with the missionaries I nervously awaited the inevitable lesson on tithing. Always an incredibly hard worker, my husband loved his money and we enjoyed all the things that it afforded us.
We work for ourselves so when work is good, money is good and almost everything seems good but when it’s slow things get really tight and stressful. Work this past summer was crazy slow we were unused to the stark reduction of income. I stressfully anticipated certain tension as I began to feel my own foreboding feelings set in. I was trying to figure out which bill I’d be able to push should we be unable to make a payment. As his baptism neared, he asked me one Sunday morning, “Are you going to write the tithing check or should I?” In everything that was happening I surely wasn’t expecting him to bring that up.
I told him that he was new and that we didn’t have to jump right in to everything. Especially tithing. We could ease into things, people would understand.
My husband looked at me and said, “Baby, I’m in this for good. If we’re going to do something we’re in it to win it. It’s no good shooting for second place.” At that moment, I realized that it hadn’t been His willingness to pay tithing that I’d been worried about. It had been my own. It was easy to masquerade my feelings of doubt and fear to myself as my Husbands, until he called me on it and there went the smoke screen. I wrote it, we paid it and God covered us. In that time of trouble for us financially, the usual irritability coupled with our standard petulant behavior with one another was noticeably absent. We had an opportunity to really focus on the spiritual things that we were learning. Embrace our callings and continue our growth together. My husband, although not knowing one bit about who Matthew of the New Testament was let alone Matthew 11:30 had accepted Jesus’ yoke and had traded in his burden for faith and peace.
His example to me is contagious. Though I didn’t expect him to offer up his yoke to Christ until we were old and gray, I’m so happy that he decided to shine my way back to a God that will always cover me.
Brothers and Sisters, I have a strong testimony that if we will continue to learn of Jesus Christ, humble ourselves and do what we are called to do that God will cover us. Life is hard but life is simple. You never give up. You just keep going. You don’t quit, and you will make it. I will try to take his yoke willingly for he is the way, the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but through him. And that is exactly where I am trying to go.
I say these things in the name of Jesus Christ Amen.

Oct 26, 2009

catching up... yet again.


Well, time is always getting past me. Literally! It's going by too fast! Since my last post there's been a lot happening with us.

Robert- Hard working husband is still working hard. He's enjoying his calling as Cub Scout Master at our Church and always looks forward to Tuesdays. He's taking being a Home Teacher very seriously and tries to get out as often as he can to see one of the 27 on his list... He's pretty ambitious ;) He's planted more grass on the side walk side of our front yard and it's growing in nicely. He's been working on his right sleeve too. It looks AMAZING! He's got one more session to go to really hem it all up.


Me- Keeping busy, Nohea and Jack make that not so hard to do. I help Rob with scouts and now have a calling of my own, I'm the primary teacher for the Valiant 11-12 girls. I'm having a lot of fun getting to know these young ladies. It's funny because while I do try to be as nice an polite as possible, I'm never really worried that people "aren't going to like me"... except these girls, I was SUPER nervous my first Sunday! Otherwise, I realized how slacker I've been on keeping up with my fam blogging... No more typing games on Facebook HAHA!!


Jack Jack- He's started School!! He's in Pre-K at Perry Lindsey, It's not the Little Owl School that we were waiting for (for ages) but this one is completely built (LOL) and is offered free because he's one of the 4 year olds that just missed the kinder deadline. He won't turn 5 until December 19 and I think to start in CA, you have to be 5 by December 1st. He's really enjoying it!
He's always inventing things or making things. He is still an AWESOME big brother and talks our ears off!! He just has a lot to say :)




Nohea- She's got 3 teeth! She's officially crawling and MAN she's fast!! She says Mamamamama, Moh (more), Bah (ball), Kk (Jack), Guh (Maga), and purses her lips when she wants to nurse. She stands against everything and seems to have no fear of falling, you can just see her little mind trying to figure out "how" to fall. She's friendly and waves and smiles at just about everyone. She is amazing and we love watching her grow!




I'm going to try SUPER hard not to slack so much again! Try is the operative word here ;)