Friday, April 29, 2016

Clark Family Farm

One of the highlights of living in a more rural area is being able to live by so many farms. We have cows and sheep a plenty! Every spring, the Clark Family Farm in Grantsville, UT opens to the public. You can come and see the baby animals that have been born. We saw a fox, bunnies, a chinchilla, a hedgehog, piggies, and so much more! I love that my kids were able to be up close and hold and pet them. It was a chilly day, but it was fun!!

























Wednesday, April 6, 2016

My Name

I have decided to do the 52 questions in 52 weeks challenge on the Family Search blog. The first question asks me to tell my name and why I was given that name. I called my mom because I remember her telling me, but I wanted to make sure I got it right.

My mom told me that she originally liked the name LaRee. She was not a fan of the long e sound though. My parents had also chosen Anzinette for a middle name. My great, great grandmother was Cecelia Anzinette Keyes. So, my name should have been LaRee Anzinette. 

It must have never felt right because one day my mom sat down to read The Ensign, a LDS magazine. She told me that in one of the stories a lady was named Larae (I'm guessing LaRae because that is the typical spelling). She really liked it and changed it to that. When she told me this story the first time, she said she went back to see how to spell it and could not find the name anywhere. This time she also said she could not ever find the name again. Inspired? Maybe...

I never did mind growing up with a rather unique name. It does get old when I'm grumpy and I have to repeat it, and they still say, "Lorraine?" But, I realize part of that is me. I am usually quieter than normal when first meeting someone. If I'm not likely to see them ever again, I go with the flow and answer to "Lorraine" the whole time.

As uncommon as my name is, I have met people with my name. The first time I ever heard my name was on the TV talk show, Donahue. He was announcing his next visitor and he said, "Larae Taylor." I looked at the TV and saw that the other Larae Taylor in the world was a black man from the south! I remember laughing so hard because I thought how ironic that the other Larae (he spelled his name L-a-r-a-y) Taylor was the complete opposite of me! There have been others, mostly older ladies. My mom told me after she named me, a couple other friends named their babies Larae (or LaRae, or Laray). When we moved to our house in West Jordan, I met a Larae! And, she spells it just like mine! That was neat. I even asked her if she had ever been featured in the Ensign. She hadn't. She played the organ every Sunday at church. I would get butterflies when they would announce the organist as Larae Thomas because I was not used to hearing my name! I never did get used to that. Dustin also has a cousin named LaRae. I think that is neat. My name has never seemed strange to him.

A name means a lot. I have never taken lightly the responsibility of giving my children their names. It has to fit who they are. It will be with them their entire life. I chose more traditional names for my kids because I did always have to spell my name, repeat my name, correct my name. I didn't want them to have to do the same. I did, however, give them less common traditional names because I want their names to be not so ordinary, like mine. And, I hope that when others hear the name Larae, they smile. I'm working hard to never tarnish that name. It's a special name.

Friday, April 1, 2016

Easter 2016


I love holidays! I love that they are usually accompanied with time off work for me and time off school for my kids. This year for spring break we relaxed. There was no vacation getaway, no planned adventure. Dustin and I did have to work, but we were able to sneak one day off with the kids and we spent it at home, enjoying our kids (actually -1, Ryan was in New York). I like it like that. 
All the commercialism really bugs me sometimes. This Easter I was really bugged! I'm not sure why. It's not like something sparked it. Well, I guess that's not true. A few days before Easter Sunday, one of my 4 year-old students came up to me all excited. "Teacher, guess what? My mom is going to pick me up after work and take me to see the Easter Bunny!" I smiled. His enthusiasm was contagious. He continued, "And, I get to tell the Easter bunny what I want for Easter!" Those words were like a brick to me! When did Easter become like Christmas? I was all sorts of confused, but hid it with my burst of fake elation. I didn't want to crush his little spirit. I spent the rest of the day wondering if my own children understand why we even celebrate Easter.

However, I am grateful for that little experience. It gave me an opportunity to reflect on why I enjoy Easter. It made me try harder to remember why I was celebrating this certain holiday. Because of a 4 year-old, my efforts turned to my own children, and my Primary children. I wanted them to think differently, to really focus on Jesus Christ. I feel like I tried harder this year. That always feels gratifying.

Other highlights of the weekend were: several egg hunts, Easter dinner in the Salt Lake valley with family, and a cousin sleepover. Nothing grand, but memorable for us!