Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Articles May-June

I meant to share these articles at the end of May, which turned into the beginning of June, then the middle, then the end . . .

And just as I started working on it, I happened to press ctrl-z which somehow inexplicably replaced my entire post with an old one. (ctrl-z claims to undo mistakes. In this case it was more like undue hardship.)

So. Here is what I remember. (It isn't everything, tragically.) Along with the articles I provide lots of my own thoughts. (I guess people usually use Facebook to share articles so they can get more of a dialogue going, but that's not really my goal right now.)

Religion

Image of the Mothering God -- this has some lovely symbolism about breastfeeding, among other thought provoking elements.

Forced Together by Mormonism -- This is a nice story about visiting teaching. I love it when people who seem different from each other become really good friends. Even if it's because of an "assigned friendship" (there are worse things).

Why did Alma talk about Melchizedek?
Sunday School Lesson on Hebrews

I've always been confused by mentions of Melchizedek both in the Book of Mormon and in the New Testament. So it's been nice finding resources to help me understand him better. (Both of these are great resources for lots of things, fyi.)


My Deceased Son's Answer to What It's All About -- Melissa Dalton Bradford is a lovely writer, and you should just read the rest of everything she wrote. I really liked the emphasis on relationships, even relationships of people you just happen to meet once or twice.

In fact, I just had an experience which made me think about this. I recently flew to Utah without Kevin. I was hoping for a really helpful person to sit next to on the plane. As it turned out, the person I sat next to had just come from Europe and was exhausted, so he dozed for most of it and didn't talk to us much after the first minute. I thought to myself, "Well, here's someone I will never care about after this flight."

It was a long, turbulent flight with an overtired Matthew boy, so it took some work to stay happy. (By the end I defiantly threw the nursing cover off because I just didn't care anymore.) Right before we reached Salt Lake City, the man asked me who my dad was. I told him. "And your mom is a Rytting, right?"

Somehow, maybe in a few mentions to Joseph of "Grandma Barbara," he had guessed who I was. He had been in my grandparents' ward in Kansas and had even gone to my mom's wedding reception. And now, thirty years later, he recognized me as one of them.

What was once an unpleasant flight with a sleepy seatmate now became a joyful reunion. As we deplaned, he helped carry my bags and children and had me stick around to meet his wife who had been seated several rows behind us (who also had married someone with her maiden name, just like me).

It was humbling to realize just how much my perception changed when I realized that he was someone worth caring about. And even if there had been no family connection, he still would have been worth caring about because he too was a child of God.

Anyway. Long story short. This article resonated with me.

How God Messed Up My Happy Atheist Life -- This was a wonderful story about someone who let Christ in. I love this line: "No one could have in a billion years of their gripping testimony or by showing me a radiant life of good deeds or through song or even the most beautiful of books brought me to Christ. I had to be tapped on the shoulder."

Incidentally, I've had an interesting realization over the past 6 months -- I can really, honestly, truly understand where atheists come from now. I can understand how you can discount others' and your own spiritual experiences as your mind or emotions playing confirmation bias tricks on you. It feels like you are outside in the dead of winter, and someone comes and pulls your coat off of you. And you're afraid to put your coat on again because, well, what if it's just a fake coat? There's no comfort or safety in something that isn't true, lovely as it all sounds.
As I've really come to understand that mindset, I've learned that you shouldn't believe in something just because it's comforting. Comfort is not truth. But love is truth. And if love can change the world, then it can shape the universe. And if there is Someone powerful enough to create a universe that operates on love rather than on selfishness, then that Someone would be willing to let us all know He loves us by sending His Son who lived and breathed and even died that love for us.
And when we are ready to seek Him, He is there waiting, ready to "crack us open to the divine."

Willing to Submit -- I have been interested in the word "submit" for a while, so I decided to look at this talk by Elder Neal A. Maxwell. To be honest, the word "submit" is a charged one for me because there are lots of things we really shouldn't submit to (definitely not abuse, for example). But you would think that if we believe there is an omniscient God and we knew for sure He wanted us to do something, we would do it, right? Right? Actually . . . it's still tricky, and this talk discusses that beautifully.

Like a Broken Vessel Video -- I listened to this while I was washing dishes the other night, and it was beautiful. You are not alone!

Honest, Simple, Solid, True -- I don't remember what led me to this BYU devotional from forever ago, but I liked it.

Inside the sealing room inside the temple -- There are times when people have asked me why the church has spent so much time and money making so many temples around the world. After all, other Christian denominations don't do this, so why should we? Sometimes it's a harder question to answer than others, but stories like this make it clear to me. There are people on the other side who really are waiting and excited.


Social/Political (this is where I forgot most of what I saved, so it's a bit sparse.)

The Case For Reparations -- I was a little discouraged learning about New Haven, especially the elementary schools, so I pulled this up and skimmed it again and came away discouraged again. There is a lot I love about America, but this aspect not so much. It's always been strange to me how there was so much discrimination in the north even without slavery. No simple fixes to these problems, that's for sure.

Lt. Gov Cox at Orlando Vigil -- I don't know that his words were the healing balm I wanted following the massacre of 49 people in Orlando, but they were probably the words I needed.


Scott Adams on Guns -- this is by no means a helpful article about gun violence, but I think he's onto something in his generalizations. (At least, the way he explains why Republicans like guns jives with what I've seen from my friends.)
And if you were curious, here are a few of my thoughts about guns:
1. In my mind, for whatever reason, motorcycles and guns are equivalent (probably because some people think motorcycles are fun and some think target shooting is fun, and I don't think either is fun but I can respect different hobbies). So if it's a good idea for motorcycles, it's probably a good idea for guns. (e.g. registration, being competent at using it, etc.)
2. The ultimate goal really shouldn't be more guns. Do we want to be like the Jaredites or Nephites sleeping on their swords because everyone's safer when they can defend themselves? Or do we want to instead be beating our weapons into plowshares and pruning hooks? I believe statistics that suggest that places with less gun control tend to be safer (such as, say, Idaho), but I feel like adding more guns to the world is not the loftiest goal in the world. (Unless you're a gun manufacturer, I guess.)

The War On Stupid People -- I recently taught about Korihor to my Primary class. We talked about some of his lies and what Christ would teach instead. One thing Korihor taught was that "every man prospered according to his genius." Even though that might seem perfectly fair, it leaves a lot of people vulnerable (what are mentally disabled people or even children supposed to do? Many of them don't have much genius to put to use). And this article touches on those concerns a little bit. I don't think the solutions they present are the best (too much government intervention for my liking), but I think they're worth thinking about.

Elder Christofferson on Religious Freedom -- There are times when I get frustrated with people who use freedom of speech or religious freedom as an excuse to say ugly things (for example, I'm sure some people have backed up their anti-Semitism with religious freedom on occasion), but I believe what Elder Christofferson said here. Beliefs belong in the public square. Beliefs deserve to be disagreed with, not suppressed. And though I believe that ugly speech begets violence (terrifyingly so), suppressing ugly speech begets it as well. (So . . . any solutions there? Haha.)


Parenting

4 Reasons Parents Lose Their Temper -- There were a few weeks in June where I was really having a hard time with Joseph, and kept yelling at him (usually over food). I was surprised, discouraged, and worried at myself. When I changed my mindset (i.e. repented . . . but not just of losing my temper, but of having a worst-case-scenario mindset) and tried to take better care of sleep for both of us, things got a lot better. I just read this article today, and I think the ideas in there were similar to what worked for me lately.

Picky Eater Strategies -- So these didn't work for me at all. But they are still good ideas for some kids. Maybe. (What worked for us was to cut back on snacking except for fruit, and then stop pestering Joseph at mealtimes.)

How to Homeschool Preschool -- just some good resources.

10 Insights of Remarkable Parents -- hopefully nothing new here, but good reminders!

Art and Music

Minerva Teichert's Manti Temple Murals -- there isn't as much artwork in this as I would hope, but it's really interesting. (And so fun to see pictures of her! She looks like some people I know. :D)

Textures of Mormonism -- Funny and evocative

Feuerfest -- the past few days we've listened to this over and over. So I wanted to remember that. Joseph says it sounds like Snow White to him.

Books

I may as well mention what I've been reading, too.
-I finally read most of 1984. Always applicable.
-I've seen Thomas Merton's name floating around a few times, so I decided to read his book New Seeds of Contemplation. It has been really enlightening, and I'll probably have to reread it to write down all the quotes.
-I read the first part of The First Fifty Years of Relief Society. It has all the minutes of Relief Society meetings. There were things that were kind of funny to me (like how they came up with the name "Relief Society") and it was exciting to see some Moons listed on the rolls. Still, not the easiest read.

And I've definitely gotten more pleasure out of this serialization "Abinadi" than I was expecting. It reminds me of the sort of stuff Leslie and my cousin Megan and I would have written or acted out back in the day (although a bit more thematic). I always think the world could use more Book of Mormon fan fiction.


One last thing . . . I am still trying to figure out how to stop web crawlers from taking over my blog. So thank you for your patience! (And if you're reading this via invitation, thank you for reading! I super super appreciate it!)

Here's an example of stuff I've tried to parse in my efforts to stop web crawlers from viewing the same 100 blog posts 10 times a day:
http://www.blogtips.org/web-crawlers-love-the-good-but-kill-the-bad-and-the-ugly/

Happy reading!

Monday, June 27, 2016

Our last trip to Columbus

Last month after Kevin's grueling week of conference deadlines, we celebrated him submitting his paper by heading to Ohio to visit the Toblers one last time! (Joseph thought it was Hawaii we were visiting, not Ohio. Sorry kid.)

To be honest, every time we have invited ourselves over, I've felt a little bit of apprehension. "What if we're finally too weird for them now?" "We haven't been real neighbors for 4 years now . . . what if we have nothing to talk about?" But they are always excited for us to come, so we go!

And it's always been magical. Within a minute of walking through the door all my fears have melted away, and it's just like we are back in Inca Villa, only with a few extra kids running around. We always have lots to laugh about, Killer Bunnies is as epic as ever, the food is always delicious (who knew rutabaga was so delicious?), and we feel so so so lucky that we made such good friends at BYU.

While we were there, we got to visit the Columbus Zoo. It was a beautiful day!

Really cute polar bear




At least one of my kids likes Matthew's hat


He liked the animals, but the walls were cooler.

The only picture I got with a non-Moon family member. Oops!
After we got back from the zoo, we had fun playing with a little pool and water table on their patio and trying out a new game. It won't be long now before they head west and we head east, and we won't get to see each other quite as often. But it has been a really sweet experience feeling like we were visiting family each time we met up in Ann Arbor and Columbus. It took a little bit of work, but it was oh so worth it.

"And that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there, only it will be coupled with eternal glory" -Doctrine and Covenants 130:2

Friday, June 24, 2016

Road Trip

I don't have much to say about Britain's exit from the EU. To me it looks like chaos and recession, but I have done so little research and know so little about international trade that I really don't know what to think.

But I just want to talk about the word "Brexit" for a moment because it reminded me of a word I made up once upon a time for a poem when I was 14.

Here is the poem:

Radio's on with lot's of static
There just might be a door ajar
Smoothness of the road's erratic
When we're driving in the

  Cargo's piled up to the ceiling
Battle lines are set and crossed
"Who cares one bit what sister's feeling?"
Peace and love seem to be

   Lost again maneuvering exits
Nausea threatens to prevail
No longer hungry for good ol' MexIts
My digestors start to

  Failure finding decent rest stops
Angry murmur starts to build
"Seat belts on! Here come the cops!
Quick! Slow down! Or we'll be"

   Killed a skunk (which was no flower)
And just our luck -- a traffic jam!
On KSL for half an hour
Then slowly, we're no longer

   Cramming in our last day riles
Zip wars, and "Mom, is it far?"
Found X, Y, Z, just 10 more miles
Til liberation from the CAR!

I was pretty proud of that poem, but when I showed it to members my family, their reaction was always the same:
 "What's a MexIt?"

"It's . . . a Mexican restaurant! What else would it be?"

I guess it could be a referendum if Mexico wants to leave NAFTA or something.

Anyway, looking at this poem reminded me that:
-My siblings and I fought a fair amount (my poor parents)
-We threw up in the car a lot (my poor parents)
-We took lots of road trips

in this.

But we were a lot better about wearing seat belts than this poem suggests. Poetic license and all. Just like MexIts.


Thursday, June 23, 2016

The summer I was 13

When I was putting up Joseph's birthday decorations (which still haven't come down, because the rule is that decorations never come down), I had to take down a quilt that I had put up a few months earlier as sort of a winter quilt.



As I folded it up, I saw what I had written on the back years ago:


2003! Wow! That was 13 years ago! I've lived half my life since then!



Since then, I've thought a bit about that summer. In some ways, I think it was the most productive summer of my life.

I started the summer off with a fresh new journal (in WordPerfect, of course), with these goals:

1. Finish making my quilt.
2. Doing my dad’s book.
3. Keeping in contact with my friends
4. Learning to do my own hair (I know it sounds pathetic but the only things I can do with my hair are brush it, part it, and put into a ponytail and I want to learn to braid it.)
5. Working on my garden.
6. Reading Every Living Thing, All Creatures Great and Small, My Name is Asher Lev, Emma, Watership Down, Girl of Limberlost, Crystal Cave, and The Delmark (sp) Quartet.
7. Getting lots of personal progress marked off.
8. Seeing my friends a lot.
9. Cross-stitch
10. Learn to bake bread
11. Pull off a play/write a story
12. Mow the lawn adequately
13. Get taller
14. Finish Book of Mormon or Doctrine and Covenants
15. Eat 5 fruits and vegetables a day

Well, fifteen goals are enough.


By the end of the summer, here's how well I did:

1.     Finish making my quilt.  (Yep)
2. Doing my dad’s book.  (Nope.  Got to chapter 10 and am still working on it)
3. Keeping in contact with my friends (until these past two weeks)     
4. Learning to do my own hair (I know it sounds pathetic but the only things I can do with my hair are brush it, part it, and put into a ponytail and I want to learn to braid it.)  (Kind of but I lost my skill over the summer)
5. Working on my garden.  (Uh huh)
6. Reading Every Living Thing, All Creatures Great and Small, My Name is Asher Lev, Emma, Watership Down, Girl of Limberlost, Crystal Cave, and The Delmark Quartet.  (I know I must have been joking when I said that.)
7. Getting lots of personal progress marked off.  (Yeah)
8. Seeing my friends a lot.  (No)
9. Cross-stitch (You mean that dull thing where you play with a needle.  Knitting hats is enough.)
10. Learn to bake bread (no but I did make rolls)
11. Pull off a play/write a story (uh uh didn’t work)
12. Mow the lawn adequately (whatever adequately means I guess I kind of made that goal)
13. Get taller (not exactly a goal as much as aspiration, wish, dream.  I think I did)
14. Finish Book of Mormon or Doctrine and Covenants (never started)
15. Eat 5 fruits and vegetables a day (once my choice and accountability project started I did but I haven’t really done it since.  Not today even.)

Even though I didn’t get most of my goals, I still had a great time.  I went to parties, went to Kansas, went to Bryce, went to a quilt show, went to the bathroom (sorry that’s not funny I’m just sick of went) learned a lot, had a relatively good temper the whole summer (I think), saw a meteor shower, went to Yellowstone, and all over had a fabulous, fantastic, fun, and superlative summer.  (So it’s not an alliteration, but if you have a lisp it might be).

About to embark on a hike with my friends. Not 100% sure how I both kept in contact with my friends but didn't see my friends a lot (based on my goal list.)

In Bryce Canyon

In Kansas
I admit that I haven't read the whole journal of what happened in between. After reading about a few fights with my sisters I decided it was too painful and embarrassing to continue. (Noteworthy entry: "If I die and this diary is discovered like Anne Frank’s was then maybe Kaylie will appreciate me more and will strive to be a better person.")

But even without reading all the entries that happened between the beginning and end of summer, it's clear I was quite productive. 

It's also sobering to realize how much of that list still hasn't been accomplished. I have not really gotten any better at doing my hair than the few tricks I learned when I was 13. The books I didn't cross off that list have never been crossed off. (Side note: I did read a lot of other books that summer, and I had read the Book of Mormon on my own before then, so it wasn't like I was totally illiterate.) I have yet to pull off a play or write a story.

And I know that I have lots of life ahead of me still to learn all the things I'd like, but I don't foresee a time in the near future when I'll just be able to throw myself into every project the way I could back then. So I'm grateful I took advantage of it to some extent, and just wish I had done more!

So I guess this is the advice I have to adolescents -- learn as much as you can now! Imagine yourself 13 years from now. Maybe you will be a stay-at-home mom looking for healthy outlets. Would you want to become a Zumba instructor? Seamstress extraordinaire? Pinterest-worthy chef? Master gardener? Get started now! Don't wait til you're older -- you will be busy with high school and then college and then work and maybe babies and you will have a lot more inertia then than now. If you dive into hobbies while you are young, you will never regret it.

And for those who are 13+ years older than an adolescent? You've still got a lot of life ahead of you! It's never too late to learn how to braid.

Saturday, June 18, 2016

Dad-ventures

The other day, I typed "Todd Moon hikes" into my gmail search. 58 results showed up, most of them letters he has written to my siblings on my missions the past 3 years.

As I glanced through the emails, my suspicions were confirmed. There was story after story of adventures in the great outdoors -- hiking already slippery trails in even slipperier snowy conditions, dodging rattlesnakes, wandering through Dead Horse Canyon in separate groups after climbing through tiny caves and rappelling down cliffs upside down, getting lost somewhere in Emery County, gashes, cuts, scratches, heat, cold, sleet, impassable trails, and everything you could imagine. (And this is only from the past 3 years . . . it doesn't include our treks to Mount Timpish, our treacherous journey down the glacier of Mount Timpanogos, or any other hikes I was there for!)

I confess that I've become more impatient with these stories the longer I've lived from home. I finally figured it out -- my world now is one where I have to worry about choking hazards, stairs, bookcases, drowning, roads, and even alligators. With both daring parents and curious kids to care about, I have felt sandwiched by worry. I guess that is part of being an adult now -- worrying about your parents the way they still worry about you.

But at the same time, I am grateful for my dad's sense of adventure. I am grateful that he has found a thrilling, incredibly gratifying outlet to his stressful work, one that allows him to see God's majestic creations up close. I am grateful that he has dragged my siblings, his group of young men, and even me on many of his adventures, teaching us all to take risks and live life to the fullest.

So, Happy Father's Day, Dad! Thanks for showing me so much of this beautiful world! Someday I'll join you again on a hike!

In the meantime, I can reminisce on some of the hikes we've enjoyed together so far (all with lovely views, to be sure) :

This is when we hiked somewhere in Escalante and my sister in the white hat thought we were all going to die in a flash flood.

This is from the time we went geode hunting and rolled our car in the west desert.

This is the view from a trail which does not actually lead to Mt. Timpanogos.

This is a view from somewhere around Y Mountain, but not quite the peak of Y Mountain.
2 years after our first attempt, we got on the right trail and made it to Mt. Timpanogos! This is us trying to get down the glacier of Mt. Timpanogos. Only my brother required stitches after the tumble down.

This is my dad safely at the top of Ben Lomond (I wasn't there). He's pretty great.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

The Letter Y

I've always liked the letter Y. I guess it comes with having a Y in my name. 

I've also always liked the color blue.

I've also always liked Provo.

So, it's only natural that this fall, we will end up at (drum roll)


Yale!




(Provo didn't actually have anything to do with it.)

So, yeah! Kevin is going to do a post doc there analyzing medical data using all his nifty machine learning techniques. He has already collaborated a bit with professors there, and it seems like a really good fit for him. 

I might share a few more details another time, but for now I just wanted to update you all on our new adventure. We're excited!

Hot Lava

Long before we had Joseph, I decided that we were not going to teach him hot lava. I wanted to see how he would learn it or if he even would. Maybe hot lava wasn't even a big deal with kids who hadn't been subjected to Land Before Time as much as millennials had.

Well, folks, he finally learned it. It took him 4 years but he finally had a few friends who taught him hot lava. One of them has a lot of older siblings and the other goes to preschool, so I suppose they learned it there.

My criteria for him actually "learning" hot lava was for him to play it by himself. And today he was walking down the stairs and told me that he had to skip lots of steps because they had hot lava. So there it is. He even knows it comes from volcanoes and he knows it's hot.


But at least he doesn't know jinx yet.

Cute Cute Matthew

This boy. This sweet 10-month-old little man is just the best.



Where do I even begin? I guess I could start with all the dozens of videos I'm not posting today. He has mastered the art of stopping the cute thing he was doing right before the video started, which is partly why there are so many. But if there were the ideal video of him, it would involve the following: lots of clapping (especially to music), pointing, bouncing, dropping something and saying "oh oh" or "uh uh" or "uh oh," saying "hooray," buzzing his lips while playing with cars, handing me toys and saying "day doo," covering his face and saying "pih a oo," waving his little popcorn popping wave, crawling really fast, pointing to things he likes and saying "bah buh," laughing hysterically when Joseph wears his helmet, snuggling up to everyone, and so on.

You get it. He's really great. He's even been great at sleeping lately. It's sort of funny -- on January 2nd, 2016, I noticed little white dots poking on his gums.

"Great," I thought. "Maybe he'll be a quick teether unlike Joseph."

Nope. 5 MONTHS later, we're just now getting teeth. Months of short naps and wakeful nights, of fussy mornings and cranky days.

(and, you know, he is still overall really pleasant so it wasn't that bad for me necessarily. But we all felt bad for him.)

But yes! He had a high fever one night, and ever since then he's been sleeping through the night like a champ! (except the past few nights, but at least we know it's possible.) And then last Friday, I was trying to get something out of his mouth and lo and behold it was bottom teeth I was rubbing my fingers against! And then the next day I also noticed some top teeth inching down. They're not quite here yet, but hooray for progress! (except that I'll miss his gummy smile.)


Top teeth coming in, and still able to laugh


Another thing that's helped with his sleep and naps is finally being able to roll over from his back to his tummy. It wasn't about til 9 months old that he figured it out, and at first it was pretty frustrating. If I laid him down in his crib, he would roll over, pull himself up to standing, and rock the crib bar back and forth to make it clear he wasn't happy with the situation.

But while he still does that, now he usually just uses it to sleep the way he's probably always wanted to sleep. So, yay for that!


Although, diaper changes are an ordeal now.

In no particular order, here are some recent pictures of our sweet, happy Matthew boy.



Memorial Day




Those eyes.


Pensive

Pretty much my favorite pose.


He keeps us busy nowadays, but he keeps us all oh so happy too. So we'll keep him.