THE END

I am no longer doing this blog.

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Forgotten Iris

FORGOTTEN IRIS

Purple Iris in the morning,
are there roses in the garden?
Ruby noses in the air,
purple Iris still forgotten.

Sweetened fragrance, red perfumed,
tease and taunt on dancing toes.
Lacy petals soft and violet,
bow their heads to sigh their woes.

Written by Amy Lutz Coltrin

Dance Hard

So I understand that while posting some of my poetry, that I let people to see a little bit of what is inside me. Poetry is VERY personal and it really is a baring of your soul. It displays thoughts, emotions, feelings, hurts, and passion. So this poem that I am going to share next is also another one that I wrote when I was 19 yrs old. I was attending Ricks College. Understand that while I was at college, I loved to dance. You could find me and my roommates several times a week at the dance clubs. I even met my husband at a dance club! I loved to dance. I found dancing to be very therapeutic. I enjoyed dancing by myself the most. I hated being asked to dance, since for me I was there to engulf myself in the music. Now, keep in mind I am a 37 yr old mom now. This was my world when I was a teenager a very long time ago. written in 1992

Dance Hard

I want to dance,
dance until I forget
everything.
I want to dance hard,
so hard my head will
roll like a tether ball.
My hair will flog
my face until it bleeds.
My eyes will blur
and only see the ground
spin beneath me.
I want to feel nothing,
nothing but the thump of
the raging music
hard against my ear drums.
My legs will burn
to stop, but I'll dance harder.
Nothing will exist,
not even me.
I will feel nothing
I will think nothing
I will just dance!

Haircuts and Potty Training

Clover has VERY thin, fine hair. It breaks all the time from rubber bands. I have never cut her hair, yet she has the look of scraggly bangs because of her breakage. I decided this morning that I would rather have her have real bangs that look nice, then no bangs that are broke and her hair looking like a big mess all the time. Even when I do her hair, the broken hair up front comes loose and she looks terrible. BEFORE

AFTER....Much better.

We have started potty training this morning. She is doing so well. She wants "potty candy" so she is peeing in the potty all morning long for that candy. Good job! It looks like all 3 of my kids will be potty trained on the first day!

Before I Grew Up

Maybe something that you may not know about me is that since I was VERY young I have been writing poetry. I remember in 2nd grade, I was fascinated with describing stuff in stories. I remember in one story in 2nd grade I wrote "the tall tall green grass" instead of "grass" as most kids would say in their story. I was on the Literary Magazine in high school. I had poems published in my high school yearbook. I took poetry classes in high school and college. I have written 100's of poems over the years. At one point in my life, it was a way to meditate and zone out. It was my escape to my inner world. I thought I might put a few of my poems up on my blog(every once and a while), some I have written over the years. This poem I'm going to post first, is one of my favorites. I wrote it in college.

Before I Grew Up

Feet are bare,
I run
through cherry blossoms.
Hair
lashes my back
and the air smells
soft.
A breeze
brand-new,
grips my breath
carries it
to hidden fairy tales.
Sunlight echoes
through my ears,
I can only hear
the hollow sounds
of laughter
as it funnels
through my core.
Pupils painted glitter
sink into the whites
of my eyes.
They stare wildly
at nothing,
only dandelion fuzz
and Queen Mary's Lace.

2011...Looking Forward

2011...
This year I turn 38. I will attend my 20 year high school reunion. I will be married for 18 years. Since knowing that my 20 year reunion is approaching, it has really got me pondering and taking a good look back on my life thus far. My greatest joy in life is my family. I am so grateful I made the decision to be a stay at home mother. Staying at home with my children makes me feel pure joy and happiness. I feel I have accomplished much, and feel very proud with the route I decided to take with my life. What does the next 20 years have in store for me? I will most likely see my 2 oldest marry and have children. Do I go back to school and start a career? Maybe. I think that might be nice, once my children are grown.
What do I want to accomplish in 2011?
I would love to live in a new home. It's time for us to move on. Now that Mason has a career plan in place here in SLC, it's time to get settled into a bigger home.
I have been thinking a lot lately about "serving my fellow man". I know that when we die, we will be asked "what have you done to serve your fellow man?" I feel I don't do enough at all. I want to change this about myself. My patriarchal blessing stresses this to me over and over. I am feeling the push from within that this is something I must do.
I want 2011 to be a big year for me. I am looking forward with much gladness and eagerness. 2010 was a big year for our family. There was much prayer and pondering on which path to take in the many forks in the road. This year, I am looking for more personal growth. I have thought a lot lately about the atonement. I have realized that I don't repent and use the atonement as I should be. Christ suffered for all of my sins, and I realized "am I just letting him suffer for them for nothing"? He did suffer for them, and what a WASTE not to repent. This is something I would like to work on.
2011...Happy New Year

Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve day, Mason and Connor took to the slopes. Mason enjoys cooking. He likes to be the one to make the Christmas prime rib. So as soon as he walked through the door from skiing he went straight to work on preparing the meat. He didn't even take off his ski pants and boots (as shown above).

That evening we had a family home evening Christmas lesson. I wrap the nativity set and # each piece. The kids read the Christmas story from the bible and unwrap each piece.

The last thing to do on Christmas Eve is make the Christmas traditional sticky buns, for breakfast the next morning. This is a Lutz family tradition. These are made the night before. Here is Shelby learning to make them.

Also on Christmas Eve, the table MUST be set for Christmas morning breakfast. (another Lutz tradition). I believe that on a holiday like Christmas, this is a time to be formal. I believe that there is a place and a time to be formal, and Christmas is certainly the time. Being formal makes it feel special. And it is special.

I have beautiful Christmas plates (a set of 12), that I just love! I made these felt silverware stocking holders, that are so cute. I hand embroidery stitched 12 of them. I always use cloth napkins, these are some I got from Mason many years ago as a gift. Stemware is something I really feel make a nice table.

I remember as a child this was my favorite thing to do. I assigned MYSELF to be in charge of the table every Christmas. I felt it was important then, and I still do.

So we had a nice Christmas Eve dinner, with prime rib, mashed potatos, gravy, bread, steamed broccolini, steamed califlower with homemade cheese sauce. Apple pie and ice cream

It's Christmas!!!

The kids got tons of stuff once again.
Shelby: UGG boots, clothes, make-up, Cd's (and more).
Connor: 2 huge Lego Star Wars sets, video games, board games, clothes, night vision goggles (and more).
Amy: leather jacket, boots, crock pot, clothes, purse,
Mason: got Video game, running shoes, new dress shoes for work, ski helmet, and new powder skis
Clover: Bike, and toys

Santa still came to all my naughty children.

Our little Christmas angel. She got a little on the cranky side. Most small children don't do well on Christmas mornings. It is overwhelming, strange, and to much over stimulation. But she loved her new bike.

COOKIES

Christmas cookies and holiday hearts, that's the way the holiday starts. Christmas cookies and holiday hearts...goodie goodie yum yum yum. Mommy Mommy, make a little more all the children say. Mommy Mommy make a little more, it'll soon be Christmas Day! Ok, that was a Christmas song my 30 yr old brother learned in kindergarten. Our family has been singing that Christmas song ever since. It is so catchy, my kids even sing it.

Last night we made Christmas cookies for neighbors.

Each kid got to eat one cookie. This is as far as Clover got to eating her cookie. The frosting on her fingers bugged her so much, that she just couldn't handle the pressure. (so I ate it for her)

Merry Christmas

Clover Ann-