Little Mermaid

Way back in November, about a week after East High finished its production of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, auditions were held for The Little Mermaid. Emma (who goes by Lyn at school), really was hoping for the role of Flounder, Ariel's sidekick fish. She thought Scuttle the seagull would also be fun. She didn't get either role, and was a little bummed about that. However, what she did get was awesome. 

Emma was cast as Arista, one of Ariel's sisters. I knew that once she got going with the rehearsals she would quickly get caught up in the fun of being a part of this ensemble. I knew it would mean fabulous costumes and a really great group of girls, and some lines and even a little solo singing. I was not wrong. Of course there were some frustrating days here and there, but overall it was a great experience. 

The performances were in February - five total, including a Saturday matinee featuring all the understudies so they had a chance to shine. I had to confess to being quite impressed with Emma's solo singing lines. She did great. And the mersisters had a couple of songs with really great harmonies. Proud of my little alto! My purple-haired alto.

The most dedicated theater mom is so cute - she headed up the concessions and dressed up a few times, including as Ursula:

We had a mini EHS reunion one evening - Nick's mom Heather, Annie, mom of Scuttle, me, and Eliza all ended up at one show and spend intermission reminiscing and enjoying each other's company.

Grateful to Sam and Kathleen who made the trip from DayBreak to see the show.

In previous shows I've tried to be a little more involved with costumes and stuff like that. I could only take on a few little jobs this time since my certification exam was so close. Instead I accepted the request to make dinner on one of the long dress rehearsal nights. I always think I'm going to keep it simple and easy and it just NEVER is. There is always some disaster or another. I can't get pulled pork to pull, I spill cheese sauce all over my oven, I forget plates....whatever. It's always a stressful mess. This particular time I was really grateful that the rehearsal went long because it allowed me to rescue a few disasters. However, it did mean that the mac-n-cheese was kind of cold. So what did I do? I went and found the drama teacher's heat gun in his shop and waved it over the pans of noodles for a good 15 minutes while I was waiting for dinner to start. That was a new adventure.

As always seems to be the case, the play took up a lot of time and energy and emotion, and was simultaneously filled with joy and memory making that makes it all so much fun. 

Knitting Ups and Downs

Despite the fact that not a ton of group knitting happened on my Romney Women trip, I did bring a project with me that I made a lot of progress on. That project is a sweater for Troy. I'm so happy that Troy wants a sweater from me. You know, I actually started one for him a million years ago. It was just plain - no colorwork, no cables, no nothing. And it was so unbearably boring that I gave up on making it. Which is probably a good thing because I had never made an adult sized sweater before, and even now that I've made several I still struggle with sizing. Anyway. Troy wants a sweater and I want to make him one! 

He picked out the pattern - such a lovely cable pattern with sort of a funnel neck. I love it. And I had just the right yarn for it. It was perfect except one little thing - I had nowhere near enough yarn. I tried to convince myself that I did - the yarn came from a project that I made during the viewing of the winter Olympics in Korea...whenever that was. I remember that I wanted to make a really big scarf. But I guess I had more Olympics to watch than I realized because the resulting scarf was so ridiculously massive that I never wore it. It was too narrow for a blanket and too long for....anything. So a couple of years ago I just ripped it out, determined to find the right project for the beautiful yarn. I thought I had found it. That scarf wrapped around my torso at least twice! Surely it would be enough!

It took me almost completing the back before I had to be honest with myself and admit I didn't have enough. My plan was to go to a few yarn stores (I mean, if I had to go I just HAD to go, right?) and hunt down a really similar yarn. Turns out, that is an impossible task.

I told my fellow family knitters about this problem, we tried to come up with ideas like making the sleeves a different color or turning it into a sweater vest. My cousin Luanne and I decided that after our return to Utah we would get together to visit a new yarn shop in downtown SLC and see what we could find.

I think it was just that next week that Luanne made the trip to the valley for us to meet up and check out Handworks on Pierpont Avenue. And guess what. We found something, alright! (No, it was not the right yarn.) What we found was first, the most wonderful lovely yarn shop I've ever been to. I walked in and just about died of pure happiness and delight. Brick wall, beautiful old floor, steel beams, and best of all, a puppy. Oh yeah, and a ton of really fabulous yarn. 

 

(I added this sweater to my knit-wish list)

Second, we found that the woman behind the counter was very familiar to me - she had worked at Blazing Needles, my former LYS that closed. I was so thrilled to discover that this woman, who was by far the most helpful and knowledgeable person I'd ever been helped by, had opened this shop. She is so wonderful. So wonderful, in fact, that she was able to talk me out of trying to patch together the sleeves out of some other yarn. AND she was able to correctly guess the brand of yarn I was trying to find. She didn't carry it, but helped me find the website. Happily I went home to order the yarn!

Only....the yarn I got was so not right. Way too heavy of a yarn and totally the wrong color. I tried again. Found the right yarn, right weight....wrong color. Observe:

Time to give up. I went back to Handworks and just bought the right amount of a different yarn and started again. I'm almost done with the back again. Have I ripped out the first attempt? Not yet. I can't quite bring myself to do it. But when I do, I'll go back to my new favorite LYS (Local Yarn Shop) to ask what I can make with it. 

The Romney Women Gather

In the last few years I have found myself having a lot more contact with the Romney side of my family. I see cousins more than I used to and when my aunts come to town we try to at least have a meal together. It's been really wonderful. Last fall my two Romney aunts were here and my cousin Luanne and I joined them for dinner and chatting and also some knitting. All four of us love to knit - we have even talked about going on a knitting cruise some day. I doubt that will ever happen, but I do love being with them. That night we decided it was time to make some more formal plans for getting us all together. We thought it sounded like a good idea to have one small reunion with just the eight women in our family - two aunts and six cousins. And then try to also get a bigger group together with husbands and brothers and maybe even kids. A big task, but hopefully doable. We made a list, picked some jobs to get started on, and hugged goodbye for the night. 

The plan was for us to have a women-only retreat in January and then a whole-family gathering the following summer. But then the worst thing happened. Three of my four female cousins, who are sisters, each was diagnosed with breast cancer over the next few months. They have varying levels of severity and different action plans with each, but it was a huge blow to our whole family, especially theirs. At the moment I believe they are all doing well, but we decided that the highest priority would be to just start with the women-only gathering and to go ahead with the last weekend of January as planned. 

We thought it would be fantastic to take the chance during this cold and dreary time of year to head south and take over the home of my Aunt Rosanne who lives not far outside of Las Vegas. However, due to the ongoing treatment of one cousin who lives in Idaho, we decided to move the party to Boise. I know, Boise doesn't sound like the most fun place to go in January, but it really wasn't about the destination either. It was about being together. We talked about how we just wanted a weekend of knitting. Pure knitting! 

As the date drew nearer, I realized that I had some growing anxiety about the trip. (How unlike me.) The things I was nervous about were first of all...were we really going to just knit all day long? I mean, sounds like heaven to me but maybe actually it could get kind of boring. And also it occurred to me that we as cousins and aunts had never travelled together. Travelling always sounds like fun until you find out that two of you like to sleep until noon and the rest of you feel the day has been wasted if you haven't hit three museums by 10am. You know? So who knew how this would be?

Happily, I had the chance to drive to Boise with my oldest cousin Luanne - she's the oldest child in my Uncle Mike's family. Mike is the oldest of that generation, then came my dad, and then three younger sisters. The oldest sister passed away when Troy and I had only been married a couple of years. The only other sibling who has passed is of course my dad. Anyway, I'm very fond of Luanne. We have so much in common and have only really started spending time together over the past couple of years. She lives in North Ogden, so we decided it would work well for me to take the train from SLC to NO, meet at the station, then head to Boise from there. I wondered if we would have enough to chat about for four hours. Those four hours flew by so fast - we talked our heads off the whole way. When we got to the Boise area we made our first stop at a woman's house who is a dear friend of Luanne's little sister Carole. Carole was spending the afternoon there, and we picked her up. 

Can I just say? I ADORE THESE WOMEN. Carol lives outside of Seattle - we spent a night there on our way home from Seattle the last time we visited (like SIX years ago). And the three of us are really the only church-goers in the family. Which is just great - I love everyone so much. And also there is something extra special about the time I get with Carole and Luanne. I just feel so connected to them, and they make me laugh so hard. So I was grateful for our little prelude time together.

We arrived at the house - just a nice big house in a nice neighborhood that my aunt found on Air BnB - a great size for us. And my sweet sister was already there - it felt so good to get a giant hug from her. And then we just proceeded to have the most wonderful weekend! I really didn't know what to expect. Or what to plan for. Some people brought gifts for everyone - Luanne brought these little card holders and some really fun quotes to put in them. Carole brought her own farm's honey and lavender. Aunt Hannah actually embroidered personalized gifts for everyone. Some people got little pillows and some people got wall-hangings. I myself got a chicken and I'm crazy about it. Aunt Rosanne made these ceramic arm-chairs for each of us to represent the fact that we all have figurative "empty chairs" in our lives - people we love who are no longer with us. And the empty chair makes a safe and cozy place for us to picture them and remember them. Each of the chairs also came with a tiny pillow printed with the Romney family crest. Guess what. I had no idea that our family has its own crest, but we do!

My chicken and my armchair now sit on my bookshelf and I look at them lovingly every day.

The gift-giving session was quite tear-jerking actually.

My aunts did a lot of planning I wasn't expecting. I should have pitched in more but I thought we were just going to sit around and knit! There was a lot of cooking - Rosanne did most of that. I did convince her to let me do one lunch for everyone. Many games were also played - I didn't know everyone liked games so much. The best one was a dice game with a whole counter-full of prizes to be won with the winning rolls of the dice. I came away with quite a haul of cheap kitchen tools and weird earrings and socks and stuff like that. So many laughs. We had a shopping day at a craft store and a vinegar-tasting store. We didn't eat out one single time or watch any movies. We just talked and talked and talked. 

 

Rosanne has quite a few family members living in the area, so we actually had some really fun visits from my cousin Lynsey's kids Wendy and Spencer and her brother Miles Simon. Everyone calls him Mike but to me he will always be Miles Simon. I love that name. And I love him. He and are the exact same age and whenever I get to see him we have a good time chatting. He's such a good guy.

His wife came for dinner one night as well. I thought it was perfect to have the main group be just us eight women but with welcome visits from available family members. Hannah bought a cake and flowers to celebrate Rosanne's birthday, which I don't think Rosanne was thrilled about. She, apparently, does not care for celebrating her birthday. 

Other fun things we did were a crafty afternoon making homemade journals, and Margaret led us in sort of a TED talk-feeling exercise about telling our own personal stories. I wasn't expecting to enjoy that so much but I really did. Margaret is so talented - her exercise got us all sharing interesting things from our lives that would never have come up otherwise.

I really thought the trip was a massive success and I hope we do it again soon. We all kind of agreed that we had our doubts about the ability to make the group bigger, and wondered how the dynamics would change with spouses and kids there. Really...we kind of just want to be the Romney women together again. What a blessing to have had this time together. 

First Day of School, Grades 13 and 14.5

It's too bad that I couldn't get them to send me a photo in which they are both smiling and looking normal. Too much to ask, I guess. At least they each look happy in one photo. And very growly in the other. And at least I got them to take a selfie - their first day of school! (Kind of.)

Early in January, both of my adult children started school at the local community college. Romney transferred there after a rough fall in Orem, and Chase was just taking his very first college classes ever. What really warmed my heart was that they decided to take a couple of classes together. They enrolled for a communications class together and then an institute class at the UofU institute of religion. I thought that was super cute. They wanted to find another class to take together but it didn't work out. Instead Chase has a rock-climbing class on Wednesdays and Romney has a couple of online classes. They got it all worked out with their work schedules. It's really fun to see them heading out together on Tuesdays and Thursdays. 

Ok I don't really have any pictures of this but I also had some school adventures to start the year. I had worked really hard over the holidays to get my classes finished up - I had taken two over the summer. The plan was to do all three over the summer, but when I realized that I actually had to take four instead of three, I decided to only do two at a time. Make sense? Anyway, summer classes went smoothly, but the online fall classes were a little harder. I did get them wrapped up though except one little itty bitty tiny thing. And that was a research paper for my infant development class that turned out to be a HUGE GINORMOUS PAIN. 

For starters, it was quite long. And also the requirements were a little ambiguous but also occasionally contradictory? I had a few temper tantrums trying to figure it out. But once the holidays were over I really got serious about it and was trying to finish it off. I also had an end-of-term exam for that class, but I couldn't take it until I turned in the paper. I really killed myself on that paper. It had all of these detailed little requirements and it just sucked. I did my best. And I got it turned in, to my immense relief. 

As quickly as I could, I reviewed the material for the final, and took that. The final went beautifully until the final three questions, which were essay questions instead of multiple choice. I'm pretty sure I got 100% on the multiple choice - it was so weird. There were supposed to be 75 of them, but there were only 70 and the last 5 were repeats of other questions. Weird. Whatever. Then I looked at the essays and....I had no dang idea how to answer them. Not in the slightest. I stared at my computer screen for 10 minutes or so and then thought to myself .....well....these are probably the last 25% of the test grade, so if I fail them, I'll still get a 75% on the test. Which is passing. So I gave up and entered the test with blank essay questions. 

The next day, I got two emails from the class. First, that my grade on the exam was 91%. HUH??? Ok, not going to argue, I'll take it. Then I got my grade on my paper. 58%. No I do not have dyslexia. I did not get 85% and accidentally typed 58%. I FAILED the paper. I was devastated. You can't pass the class if you don't pass the exam and the paper. I quickly emailed the professor asking if I could revise and resubmit. I was so bummed out. I knew it wasn't perfect but I couldn't believe I had failed it.

Then I got another email from the class, telling me my final grade was an A-. Once again... HUH???? I didn't care. Before another thing could happen I sent that grade off to the Association for Child Life Professionals to get my final required class marked off. It was only after I did that that I heard back from the professor, who apologized profusely for giving me a 58% when they meant that I had gotten 58 points out of 70. Still not a stellar grade but I actually did pass and I actually did not have to rewrite the dang paper. 

I know this is likely an extremely boring story but it totally traumatized me and getting it all done was a major relief. I had been working on classes since June and was so ready to just be done. And phew! I was done! I got approved to take the child life certification exam. And....then the studying began. That's a whole other blog post.

Here's me, taking myself for a lunchtime walk at work.

And here's another photo of my cute kids, all sporting their fancy hair bows.

Hello? Earth to Rachel! Come In, Rachel!

Hi there. It's me. And...it's March. The END of March. But hey! I'm not dead! 

So let's get to some updates on how 2025 is going for the Preslar family.

I think I'll start with the first week of the new year. For the Preslar gals that meant a trip to Hale Center Theater for a little Beauty and the Beast. And by the way, if I repeat myself at all, please just forgive me. I can't remember what I said or didn't say in my last few blog posts. And since it's a miracle that I'm sitting down at the computer at all I think it's best for me to spend the time actually writing and not reviewing. Anyway. Beauty and the Beast!

One of Romney's besties is a big theater fan and has a birthday in November, so Romney asked if we could get her a ticket to join us for the show. It was delightful to have her with us. And of course Hale put on quite a spectacle. They always do. Sometimes I feel guilty that Hale is my favorite, because I know it's very spectacle-focused. Lots of razzle dazzle. And maybe I feel like if I were a true theatergoer I would try to be a little more high brow. But I confess, I love the razzle. And the dazzle. Bring it on. 

Also in that first week of the year I went to visit my co-worker Carly who had a baby in November. She has a little 2-year-old girl as well. Carly and I bonded right off the bat when I started working - she took over some training for me since the person who was supposed to train me for a couple of days suddenly got very busy by winning the Miss Utah contest. So Carly kindly took me on and I just loved her right away. She decided to not return to the profession now that she has these two babes and I don't blame her. But I sure do miss her. I had a great time playing granny - bringing dinner, holding the baby, getting smothered by two doggies and ignored by a toddler. 

Also, I was very proud of Emma for getting her driving permit! Driving at our house always seems to be the can that gets kicked down the road. I'm trying to be better - Emma got her permit and we have driven a few times. But not enough, that's for sure. The reason why is the same reason it has taken me three months to get back to blogging, which I will eventually get to. But yay Emma!

So after another delightful and too-short and not-snowy-enough holiday season, 2025 got rolling off to a good start. 

One Second a Day, 2024

 

One Second a Day tradition continues - for the seventh year!

Happy Anniversaries and Almost No Photos

Happy Anniversary to Troy. We celebrated 27 years on Monday the 30th. That was the day that the Romneys returned to their southern home. Not that we saw them - my kids were busy sleeping and Troy and I were busy having jobs. It was a busy day for both of us. I covered my unit on my own and was in full swing for all of the hours, even staying later than normal. By the time I got home, neither Troy nor I were very excited about the thought of leaving the house. We ordered Indian food - enough for the whole family - and watched more of LOTR. It's been a slow year for getting the movies watched -  with people coming and going and our children having lives outside of our house, we just haven't watched as quickly as usual. So we were all ready to nothing but eat delicious food and watching movies. I haven't eaten that much food in a long time. I was both happy and a little sorry. 

Did we take photos? No we did not. Just know that I love my husband more now than I have ever loved him, and consider myself to be incredibly blessed to have him. Troy, I adore you. 

Another anniversary (kind of) was the celebration of the New Year. Again, I took no photos. We gathered at the home some friends in the neighborhood, who invited over as many people as they could fit in the house. There was a kitchen full of treats and tidbits to enjoy, games at the table, a fire in the fireplace, and friends everywhere. I brought some knitting thinking that I'd just find a quiet corner to rest in. However, I made two fatal flaws. For one thing, I brought a new project (a sweater for Troy), and it needed intense attention. Not going to happen. Also, there were so many wonderful friends there. I just sat still and talked and talked and talked until I pretty much lost my voice. It was a wonderful evening. A warm celebration of a year to be grateful for, even though there were some really hard things. Hard in that they were overwhelming - the room project, getting Chase home from his mission, getting Romney home from school and feeling better, starting a new job, taking classes, all the things. Plus the loss of Troy's friend Chris. It was a really big year. That's one of the things I love so much about the holidays. It's a time to just be joyful and reflective and ponder on the year that has passed and celebrate its completion, for all the good and bad and tough and challenging and beautiful that it contained. 

I'll include one photo - not really an anniversary, but a Christmas date that Romney and Nicholas celebrated together. They went on a walk, played games, went out for a fancy dinner, and built models at his house. They are so cute. And so I will end this year by posting a photo of them.

I express profound gratitude for my husband and my children, our home, our jobs, our friends, and our faith. Happy New Year. 

May 2025 see many joys come your way!

Ok one more family photo because I love them all so much.

A Post-Christmas Christmas Visit

If our St. George cousins were hoping to visit a snowy Salt Lake, they were sadly disappointed. Instead we provided them with a soggy rainy weekend. I was happy for the rain. Rain in December means snow in the mountains and clean air in the valley. Lovely. 

I don't like it when Christmas is over. So happily, we had more Christmas to celebrate with the Romneys. They arrived on Friday night, and though Sheri tried to get us to wait until Sunday to exchange our gifts for each other, the rest of us used our best peer pressure skills to open gifts that night. I love that we still have cousins we exchange presents with.

I was pretty excited about the things we picked out for them. For Peter, new sunglasses and a t-shirt from The Point (although I'm still waiting for the t-shirt to get here.) For Sheri, also new sunglasses and a cute drinking glass embossed with the title, "Chaos Coordinator." Which she truly is. Siena recently told me that she's obsessed with sharks. And she loves the color yellow. So I got my artist friend to sculpt a yellow shark, plus I found yellow shark earrings on Etsy. For Cara, who loves manatees and makeup, I got a microwaveable lavender-filled manatee stuffie and some lip gloss. Iva is in love with Winnie the Pooh, and I couldn't pass up this adorable jellycat Pooh Bear, as well as some sparkly markers. Sam got his dream come true - his own bag of Takis plus a book and a fidget toy. The takis were gone in under an hour.

 

They gave Troy some terrific biking socks, me some lovely fancy moisturizers and a butter ornament which made us all bust up because Sheri thinks I use too much butter and I don't think she uses enough. Chase got climbing gear, Romney hasn't gotten her gift yet (dang that mail!), and Emma got the coolest paintable dragon figure meant for holding a D20 die. So cool!

We really had a delightful weekend. They stayed all the way until Monday. We went ice skating. (Well, they did. Plus Romney. Troy and Emma and I watched.) We played a ton of games in the living room, both the board variety and video variety. We went to City Creek Mall and visited the candy windows at Macy's and Temple Square. Romney took Siena roller skating and we ate good food and I think I loaded and unloaded the dishwasher three times a day. It's what the holidays are for. Bless this family that loves us as much as we love them.