Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Loss, Fun in St. George, and Turkey Day

It all started with the cookies and cake. Go BIU! Go BIU! This is what Scout shouted as we got ready for the game and baked BYU cookies and a BYU cake.

We all gathered at Toni and Scott's for a game day party, and it turns out that was the only fun thing about the game- being together.

Oh well. Still BYU fans to the bitter end.

After the game we headed to St. George to visit family. What a great weekend it was. Grandma Karen had planned and early Thanksgiving dinner with family. It was great to see Tutus Kamalu and Kyle, Kim, and Kalel as well.

In a nutshell: Went to the festival of trees, pizza dinner (thanks again Grandma K!), played at Grandma Karen's work, had a ukulele concert by Scout, played racquetball with Grandpa Kyle (Well, Ben did. He had a great time and has a goal to beat Dad in three months. Wishful thinking?), and most of all we enjoyed family.

We got home on Tuesday night and headed to Ogden on Thursday afternoon for Thanksgiving dinner with the Reeves/Barker families. Uncle Brad and Aunt Lori prepared a wonderful dinner and kickball field. We all played Kickball after dinner.
What a great way to work off some of that dinner. I'm not sure if we worked it off playing kickball or laughing, but it was a fabulous time I must say.

What great family we have.

P.S. As tradition demands, we got up before all living things and went shopping the day after Thanksgiving. The money we save (or don't save) is nothing compared to the sights we see. Wow.
As in past years, we didn't see two ladies fight over a radio and one break her arm, and a shirt didn't get stolen right out of my hands, but there was plenty to laugh about. Was it just me or did it seem that the men outnumbered the ladies this year shopping?



Saggy in the middle. It was a sign of things to come.

































Sunday, November 9, 2008

Ten years ago I never would have imagined wishing my wife a happy birthday on a "blog". It sounds so unromantic. None the less, in my conformance to the world of blog, I concede and declare my love and wonderment to all who dare to google "benbrookekamalu" and in so doing, run in to notes on our world.


A month ago, when I turned 26 (I know, we are so mature now that we have passed the insurance threshold), Brooke decided to make a list of things that she thought best described me. Many of you don't know much about Brooke except for what you see in passing at church, reunions, and social events. So...much to her vexation (that's right Mr. Collins!), I have made a list of my own.

Here we go....

#1 She allows me to listen, listen, listen, when she feels the need to articulate her frustration with the world. (I have considered banning the reading of national and local headlines for this very purpose!)

#2 She reminds me not to dangle my participles when she corrects my papers...?
#3 She doesn't really want to know why the distibutive property holds, and she hates the word FOIL, and square root, and other math related terms, but she tries to understand anyway because she knows it fascinates me.

#4 She is the only one that can wear the following outfit and have people ask her why she didn't dress up for Halloween because they think she pulled the outfit out of her everyday wardrobe!

#5 She is passionate about her writing.

#6 In fact, she dresses up in boas and large hats to write!

#7 She is able to bathe the girls, do the dishes, feed them breakfast and lunch, vaccume the house, do three loads of laundry, read to the girls, make sure I have lunch at work or school, put the girls down for a nap, make sure I have something for dinner if I can't come home, all without ever complaining about not doing what she wanted to that day. (Of course she tells me I shouldn't love her when I finally do get home because she hasn't had a chance to shower yet or get dressed into normal clothes...I love her anyway!)

#8 She always is thinking about others before herself.

#9 She loves the Lord and has an amazing testimony of prayer and the Savior.

#10 She wants a library in her house one day full of books of all sorts.

#11 She makes amazing dessserts. (not sure if in another ten years that will be a good thing?!)

#12 She loves the outdoors.

#13 She loves life.

#14 She taught me to love the little things.

#15 She is an amazing companion.

#16 And lastly...she took a chance on a weirdo who dances sporadically to music, loves to dip oreos in milk, is not great with words, has his heart in the right place even though it doesn't always appear so, eats otter pops in the shower, and is far to great of a perfectionist for her!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROOKE!! We love you!

Ben, Scout, and Boston

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Mary Ann


Three years ago today I was five months pregnant with my Scout and dear Grandma Tuckett passed away at the young age of sixy-nine. I wish my children, and even Ben could know her as I know her, and who she still is- Up there in heaven.

Someday.

I have been thinking about her all day today.

And how wherever she was there seemed to be mischief, laughter, and life in all its real forms.

I miss her terribly.

When we found out Grandma had cancer we started the rollercoaster ride so many have been through before when dealing with the implications of the future.

I was reading my journal entries from this difficult time.

These entries and excerpts capture it best:

03/13/05

"I don't know if my grandma is dying. Something tells me she is fighting inside. This weekend when I hugged her she felt so small and tender. Her eyes are different now. She looks at everyone so differently.

One more minute.

My Grandma doing a tap dance, riding her bike, playing jax, red shoes, red earings, red socks, bubble gum, nursing an animal - Classic

My Grandma- Full of life- She's holding on to every moment. I'm holding on to every memory. And together we are praying and holding on to the right now.

Love changes everything- Or so I have been shown by my short, blue-eyed, spunk drenched, hilariously celebrated Grandma."

"Ben and I went to Idaho to see Grandma Tuckett in the hospital-

We knew she was dying-

When Grandma touched my tummy Scout kicked. . . The veil seemed thin. . . She was at the end of her life, my baby was at the beginning, and I was, and am, somewhere in the middle. I felt a great responsibility in that moment.

On Sunday October twenty-thrird I lost my grandma. . . But I know she is not truly lost. I know where she is. But that doesn't keep me from longing and missing her and what she is.

I worry about Grandpa- His pal is gone for now, and I cry about his pain-

What are you doing Grandma?

Are you looking over my shoulder helping me along? I know you are someone's angel- You are still mine. . . I love you. I miss you.

Thank Heaven you knew what living meant.

Thank Heaven for you. My Grandma.

My Friend."


Knowing that the Savior was resurrected, how can we not shout for joy? For he made it possible that we might be with them again.
We might be with them again.



Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Rise and Shout the Cougars are Out!

Yes, we still cheer for BYU. The TCU wake-up call is behind us, and we are ready for UNLV. Right? Anyway, BYU homecoming was a few weekends ago, and it was fun to go to the small-town annual homecoming parade. This is my kind of parade. You show up just as it starts and get a front row seat, and it only lasts long enough for you to get the parade experience. There is more candy than the fourth of July parade (because no one is there to fight for it), and there are a few random people and "things" in the parade (like the tooth you are about to see) that don't even have a banner or a name. They just walk in the parade and everyone cheers for them.
I thought about getting a cool car and riding in it with a sign on the side that just said, "Brooke Kamalu" and see how many claps and cheers I could get.

If I am not mistaken, there was a club in this parade last year proudly waving a banner that said, "The Tony Danza Club." That was the same year that some parade marchers just dusted the bleachers where we were sitting with flour. Yeah. Everyone was just clapping and yelling and then out of nowhere they (and us) were all clovered in flour for no apparent reason. It was one of those moments where you look at everyone around you and think, "Did that just happen?" But no one really says anything.

It was so hysterical- Silence- Look at eachother- Continue clapping and cheering-

So this year we didn't have any flour worries or Tony Danza fanatics (now that I think of it the men's swim team wasn't freezing their butts off in just Speedos in the back of a truck either). It was a little chilly, but the candy just kept coming, and Boston and Scout kept looking at each other and around the crowd to see if it was really for them. After it was all over Scout asked me, "Mom why were they throwing all this candy to me?" She was wondering just why they were so glad she came, and what it was all about. :)

For many reasons I love Provo in the fall. BYU football is one of those reasons.

Grandma Karen even came up to stay with us and went to the game with a friend. It was great to have her here, and Scout and Boston loved playing and talking with her. Scout thought she was so cool when Grandma Karen bought her some glow-in-the-dark lipstick and fingernail polish. We even went for a short visit to Grandma and Grandpa Morgan's house, and the girls created a forty-minute clean up mess in five minutes with cupcakes.

Ben had to work Saturday, and we (myself the most) missed him. But he did make it over to Grandma and Grandpa Reeves' house a little before the game was over, and he was just in time to help corall the little ones.

If you listen real close on game day you might hear us yelling "Go Cougars!" or in Scout's case, "GO BIU!"


Boston decided to just adapt the permanent wave.
Scout wasn't sure about the cold weather at first.
So much candy. Such a little hand.
I love this picture of her chubby little hands just packing it all in.
Okay, maybe he did have a point..brush your teeth after all that candy kids- OR maybe he is a lone protester who wanted to abolish throwing candy at parades. Maybe he belonged to the dental club and got lost because he couldn't see. Not sure. At any rate, he (or she) was proud to be in the grand BYU homecoming parade, and we clapped for a tooth.

BranDee and I were speechless over the dance moves of the Medieval club.
Like I said, Boston and Scout were astonished that all this candy was for them.
Is that girl wearing high heels in a parade? These umbrella dancers were....spirited (not sure..never seen it before. Maybe they were chosen to replace the Tony Danza club).










This was only the beginning of the cupcake mess.


Friday, October 10, 2008

9th of October 1982- The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me

Twenty-six big ones ago, Benjamin Keahi was born. Unbeknown to me of course (I still had a month in heaven) October ninth 1982 was the best thing that ever happened to me. It is plain strange to think that I spent twenty-one of these years without him. But the years apart turned him into the man I married- Yes!
So, I just wanted to wish him a BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY! The girls and I could not do without him. We need him every day. We love him.
His birthday dinner of choice this year was carne asada tacos, and apple and pecan pie with vanilla ice cream.
It was a "mighty fine" meal (to steal the Texas phrase).

AND NOW: 26 Reasons Why I LOVE Ben (In honor of his 26 years of course)

1. He sings loud and jubilantly when one of his favorite songs is playing, and he usually never gets the lyrics completely right.
2. He randomly starts doing dance moves while getting things done around the house, and believe me, they are worth watching.
3. He loves Otter Pops so much he eats three or four at a time. He even eats them in the shower.
4. He is the only one who can simply raise his eye brows in answer to a yes or no question and I know what the answer is.
5. He lets me talk and talk and talk and talk and talk......
6. He listens and listens and listens and listens.....
7. He allows me a couple dunks (but just a couple) in his "OREO" milk. This is a big sacrifice if you know how much Ben loves his Oreos and the milk that goes with them.
7. He chops my onions for me when I start to cry.
8. He wipes my real tears when they aren't because of onions.
9. He has a thoughtful heart. When I was pregnant with Scout and I was feeling very, well, NOT cute, he came home from work with a brown paper bag. He handed it to me and said, "Here is some perfume so you can feel beautiful." Just that statement made me laugh until I felt better.
10. He believes in me.
11. He has a "perfect food" for almost every situation. (i.e. Peanut M&M's are the best study food, A Granny's pink cookie and Sprite are best when working outside on a hot summer day, Yogurt is best after everything you eat, and Oreos (six oreos to be exact) are good with milk at about 10:00 pm at night).
12. He talks about his dreams and goals as if they were already his, and he relates them with passion.
13. He believes less is more. (Especially when we go on vacation and I pack the house).
14. One time when I thought there was a robber in our first house he said he would go upstairs where I heard the noise and check it out. He came back down to our room and said there wasn't anything, but after a minute admitted to taking a knife with him.
15. He stayed up with me until one in the morning trying to catch a little mouse that wanted to move in with us. He even let me pray that we would catch it. We did.
16. He loves his daughters and teaches them what is right. The other day, I overheard a conversation he was having with Scout:

Scout: "Dad, where are you going?"
Dad: "To work."
Scout: "Why?"
Dad: "So you can have food and clothes. Do you want food and clothes?"
Scout: "No."
Dad: "Well, you will make a good wife someday."
His little joke kept me laughing and smiling for at least an hour.

17. He does not depart from right.
18. He cleans the toilet and the tub.
19. He makes fabulous fried rice.
20. He serves and sacrifices.
21. He wants to be great.
22. He explains international exchange rates and other economic principles to me even though I don't understand. I just smile.
23. He likes to try new things. Except sometimes he believes with his LEATHERMAN he can do anything, and I caught him trying to cut his fingernails with the knife- I told him to stop.
24. He is patient with me.
25. He is kind, determined, funny without meaning to be, simple, sweet, and true. (I had to squeeze a few more in)
26. He loves me.
Yes, October 9th was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Here is to another GREAT year!!



Birthday Dessert
Our little family at his celebration