Saturday, March 24, 2012

Turning 8... entering the gate.


I love being a mother and I love watching my children grow. I especially love my Adam. He is a noble spirit in a little man's body but as the days pass his tabernacle is catching up with man that lies within him. His desires for righteousness lie near the surface and span to his inner core. He has the gift of a strong mind. His love for reading has already proved to be a tremendous blessing in his life. He recalls random facts and I am finding he knows more on certain subject than I do. He is a natural nurturer and the desire to love each of his brothers is evident every day. He favors none, but loves everyone equally and shows his love often. This is a soul that was saved for this day. I love him and I look up to him. I want to be able to love as freely and as purely as he does some day. It is a gift to have a child that I aspire to be like. It has often been said that our children are our greatest teachers. That they are.


Adam was baptized on March 24th, 2012 by his father Jonathan E. Jenson. It was a beautiful baptism. We were thankful to have had Grandma and Grandpa Jenson and Aunt Wendy make the efforts to join us for his baptism. Jonathan and Grandpa Jenson spoke and Adam picked his two favorite songs, "Scripture Power" and "Praise to the Man" to be sung at his baptism. We were thankful for a beautiful day and for our Savior Jesus Christ that lived a life of perfection and showed us a way to follow.


Thursday, March 22, 2012

Happy 8th Birthday Adam!

He's 8! And madly obsessed with the idea that he is a cub scout. This adoration for the scouting program is a legacy that has been passed down from his Grandpa Jenson, to his father and now to Adam. I cannot count the number of times he has asked when he will be able to go with Dad and be a part of the scouting program. For Adam's birthday he received all of his cub scout uniform and his first set of scriptures engraved with his name. He LOVES his scout uniform. Every morning after his birthday he would get dressed and then put his scout uniform on over the top complete with kerchief and slide. He is one proud scouter. Two weeks before Adam's birthday the Wolf Leader asked Adam if he wanted to join them a little early and come to scouts. He was thrilled. When he and his dad got home from the church Adam earned his Bobcat before he went to bed that night. He even earned a point for going bowling on his birthday. He is fired up and ready to go!
Birthday buds Owen and Jake
Adam wanted hamburgers and watermelon for his birthday dinner followed up with bowling with his buds.
This is Adam's Bobcat cake. He wanted a cub scout cake with a bobcat on it. That was a bit tricky. Lucky for me Grandma Jenson got creative with chocolate licorice while I was at the boy's parent teacher conferences and I came home to a masterpiece. Way to go Grandma!

The long awaited scout shirt
Adam's first set of scriptures

Adam and his brothers... and below the bowling buds. It got late before we were done bowling and they were all getting tired, but they all hung in there like champs.

Happy Birthday Adam-Adam-O

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Beeswax + Honey + Pine = The Passing of Winter

I am coming to realize that there are few smells that have a searing indication of the return of life. A beehive is one of them. We had a day up in the 70's this week so we were able to open our hives (it has to be over 60 degrees). One whiff inside washed away every thought of winter and brought a complete renewal of life. It was amazing. Due to the warm weather the bees were extremely active. It has been interesting for me to learn to predict outside temperature by the activity level of the bees. When I want to know what the weather is like outside I find myself looking to the hives. Or I will find myself surprised to see the bees emerging and realize it is warmer than I had anticipated it was outside. They have been fascinating to have sitting right outside my sliding glass door. Close enough to watch on a regular basis. We had one hive that did not survive the winter which is not a-typical. Usually only 50% of hives overwinter successfully. The hive that died we brought inside to extract honey from. Below is a bit of a low down on the extraction process for any that may be interested.

Our first glimpse of the hives. The little dears were just clamoring all over those hives. Oh sweet succulence.
This hive made some crazy combs on a screen in their hive. They were running out of space to make new comb so they got a little creative. We have since added another box for them to grow into.
This frame was extremely interesting for me to look at. It shows our transplant of the bees to a new area. The light honey is nectar collected in Iowa. The dark honey is Oregon honey. Isn't that just crazy!! Depending upon what they eat the color of their honey is effected. The taste is drastically different as well. The darker honey has an "earthier" taste. The Iowa honey is SUPER sweet. Fascinating huh?
This is the decapping knife. You can see the wax caps that Jonathan had not quite cut off yet. We try to preserve as much of the comb as possible. Wax is 5 times more costly for a bee to make than honey. In other words if they don't have to remake the comb we get more honey.
This is our bowl of cappings. It has a lot of honey in it as well because we dropped one frame and the comb was crushed. Usually there are more cappings than honey in this bowl. We strain this and eat the honey and keep the wax for fun stuff like candles and chapstick.
Adam is turning the extractor while Jonathan held it steady. The frames were not equally filled on the hive that had died so the extractor was a little off balance. When the frames are all filled up it doesn't have the wobbling problem.
We spin out the honey and it collects inside the extractor. When the frames are empty we open the valve on the extractor and pour the honey out into a double strainer. One gets big chunks of wax and the other is a very, very, fine strainer.
After the honey has been strained we pour it into pint and quart jars and eat it like wild and crazy bandits. It is so delicious!! We have had several people ask if we will sell them some of our honey, but I don't know if I am willing to part with any of it yet.
This is a frame after is has been extracted. Every cute little hexagon cell is empty.
My sticky kitchen line-up. Anybody want to help scrub the place when we are done?
After the cappings have been dripping and the majority of the honey has been removed, we put the sticky wax outside and let the bees lick it clean. And they literally do. When they are done with it, we bring back in a nice pile of fluffy dry wax. It is REMARKABLE!!
And here is the line up. I want to thank Mr. Jenson for his incredible stacking skills. Can you guess which honey came from where? There is still 4-5 pints of honey in the bucket that needs to be put in jars. If you come visit me I'll give ya a lick :)

Our First Flight to the Pacific

I would be lying if I said it was all it looks cracked up to be. Yes flying to the Pacific ocean was a really a cool adventure and we had a nice time. We got to see whales migrating in the Pacific and the Oregon coast shoreline was beautiful. The boys did wonderful and we arrived back safely, but I am a worry-wart mother. I look down at the jagged mountains we fly above and they don't look as welcoming as the corn fields in Iowa I am accustomed to flying over. We made it safely, but every time I take my little family up I sweat bullets. I don't know what to say other than well, I just don't want to die yet.










Na, Na, Na, Hey, Hey, Hey....

Goodbye. It was our first car. Now it is scraps. The engine burnt up. We miss him already.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

He has done it over and over again.

One of the kitchen cupboard doors had its hinges break off and the little guy has had free reign of the cereal cupboard. I keep meaning to run to the store and get new hinges so we can get the door back on. But in the days that have past since my good intentions I have seen several boxes of cereal find themselves rolling across the kitchen floor.

The little man is already learning to give me a little cheese when I whip out the camera.