Monday, July 26, 2010

I Wish I Was...

The other day in the car, my 4 year old daughter said to me,

"Mom, I wish I was a REAL princess".

Cringe. I told her she was a real princess, and in her almost patronizing way she acknowledged she knew that, but still. "A REAL princess", she repeated.

Is it starting already? This horrible part of being a girl. The wishing-I-was-something-else part. I thought this would hit around school age. When she started to notice the differences between herself and her peers. But how could I not see the the "danger" in her obsession with all things princess? Of course there is something glamorous in the lifestyles of the rich and...Disney. I'm sure I'm reading into this more than her 4 year old statement intended. Maybe she didn't mean "I wish I was as pretty as a princess. As thin as a princess. As rich as a princess. As quick-to-attach-a-dark-handsome-prince as a princess." But one day it will be that. There will always be someone smarter, thinner, shorter, funnier, more popular than her. Someone who catches that certain boy's heart a little faster. Someone who will dance better, sing better, throw a ball better. It's that way for everyone. But more than anything I hope she gives her all-HER best. And that she's happy with that. Maybe I want her to learn this early on, so she doesn't struggle with it into adulthood. (Like her mom.)

So to my dear future daughter-remember this quote from Henry Van Dyke;
"Use what talent you possess. The woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best."

You can always be your own best. And that will always be enough.
Oh, and you are a real princess.

Love, Mom (Brooke)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Just For You

Wow. So I'll be the first to admit, we're not being very good bloggers. Here's the thing-(in our defense, sad as this defense may be), we've been running non-stop since last August. As soon as we got the go-ahead for a new album, we started working on it. The minute that was over we were rehearsing and writing for Time Out for Women. And then we started PERFORMING at TOFW. Oh, and then the album released so there was a lot of work for that. In the middle of all that, we were still doing firesides and rehearsals. So as soon as our last Spring tour was over, Whit was off on vacation and then Soni took her turn and we just mentally...checked out. Is that sad? We didn't have anything booked, so we just took time to enjoy our kids, reconnect with our hubbies, and apologize to all the friends we've blown off the last few months.

This month I think I got sunburned twice, made cookies at least 6 times, planted my garden, put together a garage sale, and READ A BOOK. I can't remember the last time I was able to do that. So it's been nice. But now it's time to apologize to all our Mercy River friends. And to help make amends, I am passing on a recipe. And it's a GOOD recipe-the kind you can make and take to BBQs and Potlucks and people will be tripping over themselves to get to it. They may threaten the life of you and your loved ones if you don't share the recipe. So consider yourself warned. (Of course, you are under no obligation to share it. It's up to you. ;) Enjoy!

Texas Sheet Cake
Serves 24
Toast the pecans in a dry skillet over medium heat, shaking the pan occasionally, until golden and fragrant, about 5 minutes.

Cake
2cups all-purpose flour 
2cups sugar 
1/2teaspoon baking soda 
1/2teaspoon salt 
2large eggs plus 2 yolks
2teaspoons vanilla extract 
1/4cup sour cream 
8ounces semisweet chocolate , chopped
4tablespoons unsalted butter 
3/4cup vegetable oil 
3/4cup water 
1/2cup Dutch-processed cocoa powder 

Chocolate Icing
8tablespoons (1 stick) unsalted butter 
1/2cup heavy cream 
1/2cup Dutch-processed cocoa powder 
1tablespoon light corn syrup 
3cups confectioners' sugar 
1tablespoon vanilla extract 
1cup toasted pecans , chopped
1. For the cake: Adjust oven rack to middle position and heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease 18- by 13-inch rimmed baking sheet. Combine flour, sugar, baking soda, and salt in large bowl. Whisk eggs and yolks, vanilla, and sour cream in another bowl until smooth.
2. Heat chocolate, butter, oil, water, and cocoa in large saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until smooth, 3 to 5 minutes. Whisk chocolate mixture into flour mixture until incorporated. Whisk egg mixture into batter, then pour into prepared baking pan. Bake until toothpick inserted into center comes out clean, 18 to 20 minutes. Transfer to wire rack.
3. For the icing: About 5 minutes before cake is done, heat butter, cream, cocoa, and corn syrup in large saucepan over medium heat, stirring occasionally, until smooth. Off heat, whisk in confectioners’ sugar and vanilla. Spread warm icing evenly over hot cake and sprinkle with pecans. Let cake cool to room temperature on wire rack, about 1 hour, then refrigerate until icing is set, about 1 hour longer. (Cake can be wrapped in plastic and refrigerated for up to 2 days. Bring to room temperature before serving.) Cut into 3-inch squares. Serve.
Soo...do you forgive us? xo
Brooke

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Things

My daughter's prayers are becoming much more...shall we say, from the heart. Here are some of things she is praying for this week:

-She's thankful for the birthday party she recently attended, and for the Barbie movie they watched afterwards. She's also thankful for chocolate chunk cookie cakes, and princess shoes.

-She has blessed us to not eat too much candy, to be nice to our brother and give him kisses, and most important-

-She blessed us to not pick our boogers.

Her prayers are officially on the list of "My Favorite Things."
xo
Brooke

Monday, May 3, 2010

Beauty and The Beast

A good friend of ours emailed me this article. She heard it read at BYU Women's Conference last week, and it must be shared! (Thanks Natalie, for spreading the wealth.)

Beauty and the Beast

BY DAVE BARRY

(This classic Dave Barry column was originally published on Feb. 1, 1998.)

If you're a man, at some point a woman will ask you how she looks.

''How do I look?'' she'll ask.

You must be careful how you answer this question. The best technique is to form an honest yet sensitive opinion, then collapse on the floor with some kind of fatal seizure. Trust me, this is the easiest way out. Because you will never come up with the right answer.

The problem is that women generally do not think of their looks in the same way that men do. Most men form an opinion of how they look in seventh grade, and they stick to it for the rest of their lives. Some men form the opinion that they are irresistible stud muffins, and they do not change this opinion even when their faces sag and their noses bloat to the size of eggplants and their eyebrows grow together to form what appears to be a giant forehead-dwelling tropical caterpillar.

Most men, I believe, think of themselves as average-looking. Men will think this even if their faces cause heart failure in cattle at a range of 300 yards. Being average does not bother them; average is fine, for men. This is why men never ask anybody how they look. Their primary form of beauty care is to shave themselves, which is essentially the same form of beauty care that they give to their lawns.

If, at the end of his four-minute daily beauty regimen, a man has managed to wipe most of the shaving cream out of his hair and is not bleeding too badly, he feels that he has done all he can, so he stops thinking about his appearance and devotes his mind to more critical issues, such as the Super Bowl.

Women do not look at themselves this way. If I had to express, in three words, what I believe most women think about their appearance, those words would be: ''not good enough.'' No matter how attractive a woman may appear to be to others, when she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks: woof.

She thinks that at any moment a municipal animal-control officer is going to throw a net over her and haul her off to the shelter.

Why do women have such low self-esteem? There are many complex psychological and societal reasons, by which I mean Barbie. Girls grow up playing with a doll proportioned such that, if it were a human, it would be seven feet tall and weigh 81 pounds, of which 53 pounds would be bosoms.

This is a difficult appearance standard to live up to, especially when you contrast it with the standard set for little boys by their dolls ... excuse me, by their action figures. Most of the action figures that my son played with when he was little were hideous-looking. For example, he was very fond of an action figure (part of the He-Man series) called ''Buzz-Off,'' who was part human, part flying insect. Buzz-Off was not a looker. But he was extremely self-confident. You could not imagine Buzz-Off saying to the other action figures: ``Do you think these wings make my hips look big?''

But women grow up thinking they need to look like Barbie, which for most women is impossible, although there is a multibillion-dollar beauty industry devoted to convincing women that they must try. I once saw an Oprah show wherein supermodel Cindy Crawford dispensed makeup tips to the studio audience. Cindy had all these middle-aged women applying beauty products to their faces; she stressed how important it was to apply them in a certain way, using the tips of their fingers. All the woman dutifully did this, even though it was obvious to any sane observer that, no matter how carefully they applied these products, they would never look remotely like Cindy Crawford, who is some kind of genetic mutation.

I'm not saying that men are superior. I'm just saying that you're not going to get a group of middle-aged men to sit in a room and apply cosmetics to themselves under the instruction of Brad Pitt, in hopes of looking more like him. Men would realize that this task was pointless and demeaning. They would find some way to bolster their self-esteem that did not require looking like Brad Pitt. They would say to Brad: ``Oh YEAH? Well what do you know about LAWN CARE, pretty boy?''

Of course, many women will argue that the reason they become obsessed with trying to look like Cindy Crawford is that men, being as shallow as a drop of spit, WANT women to look that way. To which I have two responses:

1. Hey, just because WE'RE idiots, that doesn't mean YOU have to be; and

2. Men don't even notice 97 percent of the beauty efforts you make anyway. Take fingernails. The average woman spends 5,000 hours per year worrying about her fingernails; I have never once, in more than 40 years of listening to men talk about women, heard a man say, ''She has a nice set of fingernails!'' Many men would not notice if a woman had upward of four hands.

Anyway, to get back to my original point: If you're a man, and a woman asks you how she looks, you're in big trouble. Obviously, you can't say she looks bad. But you also can't say that she looks great, because she'll think you're lying, because she has spent countless hours, with the help of the multibillion-dollar beauty industry, obsessing about the differences between herself and Cindy Crawford. Also, she suspects that you're not qualified to judge anybody's appearance. This is because you have shaving cream in your hair.

Dear Dave Barry; As a woman who played with Barbies as a child...I concur. :)

Brooke


Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Indianapolis Baggage Gnomes

On the plane to Indy

Mercy River and the AMAZING TOFW presenters. (Mariama, Merilee, Richard, Kris, and Emily)
After our forced shopping trip! Poor us.
I, Whitney, had never set foot in Indiana until 2 weeks ago, where MR was lucky enough to travel to for TOFW. At first glance, it seemed to be a pretty nice, normal place. But THAT'S before we came face to face with........THE INDIANA BAGGAGE GNOMES. Ok, we didn't actually SEE them, but I know they exist. How? Because they stole our carry ons--THAT's how! It's a curious thing to carry your luggage ON to the plane, but because of a crowded flight, have your luggage taken OFF the plane....and nabbed by those pesky gnomes. Thus, we landed in Indianapolis last Friday with, literally, the clothes we had on.

I was kind of excited to perform on Saturday in sneakers and ratty Old Navy T-Shirts, but our boss lady Laurel wasn't hot on the idea. And so, instead of enjoying Friday night's event, we headed to the mall to frantically find coordinating outfits for the next day. I know, I know. Life's tough when you're with your best friends in a cool city and you HAVE to go shopping. We suffered through the agony of it all.

Aside from all the luggage drama (and btw, all luggage showed up at 6am Sat morning!), Indianapolis was INCREDIBLE! I was boggled by the fact that although I had heard most of the speakers before, it was as if I was hearing them all for the first time. I guess it'f kind of like reading the scriptures--different things jump out at you at different times. (Now LISTEN--if you have ANY chance of attending a TOFW in 2010, DON'T PASS IT UP. The stories and speakers this year are life-changing.)

To the women of Indy: Thank you SO MUCH for your kindness and laughter. Your energy and faith were so soothing to the souls of these three tired mommies. We hope to see you again!!

Love,

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

All the Single...Moms

Soni's been in South Africa the last two weeks. She gets home this Sunday. Whit and I, although missing her terribly, were a little relieved to have an excuse to take some time off Mercy River and devote our energy to our families. I had big plans-crafting, a family vacay to St. George, major Spring cleaning, maybe a trip to Ikea...

Then-THE BACK PROBLEM HIT.

While on afore mentioned vacation this last weekend, my husband's back decided to cause some issues. He's had back problems off and on for the last 5 years, but this was the worst it had ever been. Intense pain was shooting down his left side, leaving him unable to walk or even sit. I spent half my vacation in the Emergency Room, running back and forth to Walgreens for medication, and then keeping my two kids busy while trying to do everything I could to make him comfortable. His pain hasn't let up this whole week! Today he had a shot in the middle of his back to hopefully solve the problem, but it could take 3-5 additional days before he'll be able to walk again. As a result my poor husband is confined to our bed, barely able to stand long enough to get in a 2 minute shower.

So! This week I've traded my dreams of craft projects, Ikea trips, and organizing for the single mom role. All cooking, child care duties, cleaning, and nursing my hubby have fallen to me. I'm sure some of you are reading this thinking, "Big Whoop! I've done that and worse!" You're probably right. But I wanted to say, I have a such a respect for single moms, or even mommies who have kids and also take care of another adult family member. And when you throw in a job with that! I don't know how you do it, or where you get your strength. But I have an assignment for you.

Stand in front of a mirror. Are you there? Now, look at your reflection and say, "I.AM.AWESOME. No really, I am a full-blown rockstar. I do amazing things."

Did you say it? Do you honestly know how amazing you are? This week I've had moments when I was almost too busy to read to my little girl, or almost too tired to read our scriptures, or in such a hurry I almost forgot to bless our meal. And each time I gather up my strength, take a deep breath, and think about all the single moms doing the same thing. You women have given me strength this week.

I know my situation isn't permanent, so I hope I don't come across as thinking I know what any of you go through. All I want to say is, thank you for your example. You are a true life hero.
XOXO
Brooke



Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Miracles

We just returned home from Orlando-one of those trips that will go in the books as "Fave Mercy River Memory". The women were, for lack of a better term, amazing. So kind, so accepting, so open to the Spirit. We had left snowy Utah, only to arrive in sunny Florida. (It felt wonderful!) We didn't fly home until Sunday morning, so we had an unforgettable Saturday night with the other presenters. It was all great, and definitely added to this memory. But one thing really stands out. We witnessed a miracle.

Before I go into our miracle, I need to tell you something. None of us feel like we're the most amazing singers. No seriously. We have to work extremely hard to get our harmonies tight, to get our voices to blend. We take almost every note of every song and dissect it until it's perfect. In rehearsal we're nailing it, but put us up on stage in front of a 1600+ crowd? All that practice tends to fly out of our heads and we sit thinking "WHAT ARE WE DOING!" But we learned some things in Ogden, and in the month between Ogden and Florida, we worked our tail ends off. And by the time that Orlando week came around, we felt ready. Aaaanddd then Soni lost her voice. On Friday.

Can I tell you how frustrating that is? It's happened to all three of us. We practice practice practice for a big event, and then someone loses a voice. We were heartbroken. I believe my thoughts were, "Will we EVER have a great performance? One where I won't want to crawl-in-a-hole-and-die-from-sheer-embarrassment afterwards?" (Call me dramatic!) All we want is for people to feel God's love-to be strengthened and soothed, to find peace and healing, to feel joy. We want to do the missionary work we're supposed to do, and no matter how hard we work, something gets in the way. Nerves, sickness...anyway, it's frustrating.

Saturday morning Soni received a blessing from S. Michael Wilcox, one of the presenters. It was incredible. He promised Soni that the audience would hear her at her best. He promised they WOULD feel of God's love. We came out of that blessing trusting in those words. And we witnessed a miracle. We sounded just like we did in rehearsal! A miracle in itself, but to have it happen with Soni's voice gone? As the day wore on she would turn to Whit and I and say, "I don't know girls, I don't know if I can do the next set..." But she would stand up there and sing each time. We were so proud of her. But more important, we ALL felt the strength of our Heavenly Father that day.

I can honestly tell you that now, more than ever, I KNOW we can not do this without Him. We have to do our part-we will still practice until we're blue in the face-but we have to have Him with us or it won't work. Kind of like life...we can do all we can, but without our Savior to fill in those missing pieces, it won't work. It is only through Christ that we can become our very best. I'm so grateful for that in my life.

So thank you Orlando-for your weather, your hospitality, your great restaurants, your temple, Downtown Disney...but most of all, for being a part of our miracle.
xo
Brooke