Evadyna Hart Laurence (1909-2008)

Grandma (Evadyna Hart Laurence) lived to be 99 1/2 years old. Grandpa (Elmer) passed away 15 years ago. Now they're together again. Last Sunday night I got a call from Mom that Dad was at the hospital with Grandma because she'd had an aortic aneurysm. On Monday, Melissa, the kids, and I went to the funeral of our good friend, Dirk Roberts. Just after his funeral we went to visit Grandma in the hospital. She seemed quite pleased to see the red-headed twins! She passed away two days later on the 17th--Constitution Day.


Grandma's funeral was on the 24th; I read her obituary and offered a brief message. After a quick lunch, we proceeded to Richmond for the interment. Afterward, we went to Uncle Bruce and Aunt Alta's in Logan for a wonderful dinner where we were able to visit with a number of cousins, aunts, and uncles. It was nice to see so many relatives; many came from long distances. Just before returning home, we went to the Logan temple grounds. It was neat because we were able to tell the kids that this was where their Grandma and Grandpa Laurence--my dad and mom--were married.


I think Renee's wedding was the last time my entire family was together, so even though it was only for one hectic day, it was good to be together again. Funerals offer clarification on life's most meaningful things; we've been to two in the past two weeks. It's nice to know that families can be together forever.

Cougar Football

Sports is like a drug; it is absolutely addicting. For years I spent 3, 4, sometimes 5 hours every weekend watching sports. Then one day I just stopped caring so much. Don't get me wrong: I’m not entirely uninterested in sports. I do enjoy the drama of good competition, and I’m even interested in how some teams perform (such as BYU), so I’ll watch things once in a while. When Regan called the other day with an offer for tickets to go watch BYU wax Wyoming, I thought it would be fun, especially since Clayton could come, too.


It was a fun afternoon with Regan, London, and Clayton. We parked at the Marriott Center and walked to the stadium. BYU crushed Wyoming 44-0. Clayton and London seemed to have a lot of fun together, and I enjoyed the time with them and Regan, too.


I also enjoyed answering question after question for Clayton. He wanted to know the intricacies of the game. He's quite excited about it all, which reminds me a bit of me when I was growing up and friends dubbed me "Mr. BYU." Lately, I've grown dangerously close to an inability to recognize names of star athletes, and now my son is just starting to get interested! I just really hope he doesn't get so consumed as I did. Since I stopped almost five years ago, I have really felt free. I didn't see that stuff as an addiction then, but now it is clear to me that it was. Even so, Goooooo Cougars!

Simultaneous Soccer and Football

I'd rather watch Clayton play a game than sit at the Super Bowl 50-yard line on the front row! When Clayton played soccer a year or so ago, people regularly commented about him because he grinned from ear to ear and giggled the entire game. It was so obvious he was having the time of his life that people couldn't help but notice. It was pure joy to see his delight. He seems to be enjoying himself as much this year, but his competitive streak is starting to show.


There is a great deal of obsession with sports in our culture. To me, the pressure some parents put on kids to perform undermines the joy of playing. Sometimes I watch and listen to fathers (and mothers) willing their sons to stardom, yet when I look at the field, I just see a kid trying to have fun. I think to myself that if the pushing doesn't stop, the kid is likely going to stop having fun soon.


I confess that when Clayton scores touchdowns, goals, and baskets my pride swells a bit, but for the most part I am just genuinely excited to see him discover the thrill in it. It fuels his fun, and it is so much fun to see his fun. I really don't want to focus on whether he performs well or wins; I just want him to enjoy what he does.


This year, Clayton is playing soccer and flag football, and it is wearing us out! His practices and games are back-to-back and on opposite sides of Utah Valley. It is hectic keeping up with his schedule, but it is really great to see him enjoying himself so much.

I was REALLY frustrated about the play in the video; the ref thought someone got Clayton's flag, but no one had, and he zipped down the sideline to score . . . only to bring it back since the ref blew the play dead. Still, I bit my tongue. Just keep on running, Clayton!

Grandpa Laurence's Hudson

Grandpa Laurence is restoring a Hudson. The kids all think that is really cool because Doc Hudson from the movie Cars is a Hudson. I bet it won't be too long before he finishes working on that car. The kids are looking forward to dragging State with Grandpa, and so am I! I have a feeling there will be a future blog post about that.

Grant's Baptism

Clayton and Grant are great buds. It's nice that our kids are able to be so close to their cousins. We went to Grant's baptism and then to Kevin and Patrice's house for a family get-together.

Kevin and Patrice are responsible for Melissa and I meeting; they have an amazing matchmaker record. We always enjoy visiting with them, and after Grant's baptism, we ended up just hanging out all day talking about a myriad of subjects. It was an enjoyable day.

The cousins pair up well: Clayton was thrilled to spend the day with Grant; Morgan with Klara; and Mackenzie and Madison with Mette.

Be Kind to Your Parents

Over the summer, Mackenzie, Madison, and Clayton took singing lessons. Just after our vacation to Southern California they had a recital. They sang a number of songs and sounded great!

Be kind to your parents, though they don't deserve it! Those are the words to the song you can listen to if you play the following video. The song is cute, and the kiddos are even cuter (but I sure do wish that lady in the front row wasn't in the way)!

Be kind to your parents, though they don't deserve it.
Remember they're grownups--a difficult stage of life.
They're apt to be nervous . . . and overexcited,
Confused from the daily storm and strife.

Just keep in mind, though it sounds odd, I know--
Those parents once were children long ago: Incredible!
So treat them with patience, and sweet understanding,
In spite of the foolish things they do.

Some day you may wake up, and find you're a parent too!

Treehouse Preschool One Last Time

Because of our trip out to California, Morgan missed her first week of four-year-old preschool. But Wednesday morning we got to make the familiar trip (by scooter this time) four doors down to the Treehouse Preschool. Clayton loved going to school here and I'm sure Morgan will too. Mrs. Skousen is an excellent preschool teacher, and I look forward to seeing Morgan grow and learn this year. However, amid Morgan's cute smiles, I felt just a twinge of melancholy knowing this was my baby and my last year with a preschooler.

The Besaw Reunion

It's always tough when family lives far away; little windows of time become so precious. I don't just want my kids to know that they have cousins; I want them to BE cousins, which to me is like a natural friendship. Clayton loves to play with Adam, and Madison and Mackenzie love to play with Annaka. They seem to enjoy each other's company so much that wanting more time is just part of life.


Of course, with a NEW cousin around, the excitement was more intense. Everyone was anxious for a chance to hold baby Ashlyn. She is a sweet little angel and a welcome addition to the family. Examining the situation, I'm not sure anyone was more excited to hold Ashlyn than Melissa, but don't anyone get excited because we are perfectly content to just hold YOUR little cuties.

Rod and Terry's posterity is expanding thanks to Melissa's siblings. The more the merrier! Eleven now. But who's counting?

The ladies got it in their heads that they deserved to be pampered. And what better way for female bonding than the beauty shop?

So off they went for pedicures, manicures, and beauty shop talk! They returned with beautiful toes, lovely fingers, and warm smiles.


The Utah bunch stayed at a hotel not far from Carl and Amy's house, and we all had fun swimming in the pool one afternoon. After swimming, Carl and Amy treated everyone to a yummy dinner at their house; afterward, the kids got to hang out and play together, which is what they love most. I think the thing I enjoyed most about visiting Carl, Amy, and their family was time together talking about what is happening in their lives. Sitting and talking is so underrated!


Blessing baby Ashlyn is what brought us all together, and Sunday morning, the invited priesthood holders gathered in a circle in the chapel and Bishop Besaw blessed his baby. It was a great experience, and I'm grateful to have been able to participate. After church, we all got together for a fabulous lunch before we had to hit the road for the long trek back to Utah. It's always so enjoyable to visit with Carl, Amy, and their kids. This busy and hectic life we all live dictates our ability (or inability) to get together; it's just never frequent enough.

That little Morgan was quite the tease about giving her Uncle Carl a hug. Nothing doing time and time again, but finally in the end as she sensed that prolonged separation was for real this time, she gave him a great big hug! Morgan hugs are great!