Sunday, July 31, 2011

One Year Ago Today

On this day last year, Jalen was sealed to us for time and all eternity. He slept through the ceremony and was pretty somber in all the photos, but it was a marvelous day. We knew our family was complete.

It seems like so long ago when we went to the temple. I can't believe it's only been a year. Jalen is such a blessing in my life. I have always wanted a little boy and Jalen is all boy. He loves to head butt people and belly bump. His smile lights up a room. He has huge dimples and deep dark eyes. He is so tough, bouncing off walls and falling down without missing a beat. He's also a super cuddler and gives great hugs. It's overwhelming how my heart overflows for this little man.

If for no other reason, I know he's my son because he really loves popcorn. Popcorn is a Bayles family staple.

I am humbled by the miracles that have made us a family. But I have no doubt that we were supposed to be together. I am so blessed to share my life with these special people.

P.S. Girl's Camp was a blast!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Girl's Camp

I'm headed back to Girl's Camp. Pray for me -seriously (and for David home alone with the kids). Here's hoping that it will be better than last year! I'm just grateful it's not 104° degrees like last week.


And now for a taste of what I'll be missing while I'm gone - the irreverent haka and beat boxing.


Thursday, July 21, 2011

Tie Dye Baby!

I'm going to Girl's Camp with our ward's Young Women next week. (It was 104 degrees today. I'm pretty sure I'm going to die of heat stroke, unless the weather report holds true and it rains the entire time.) Anyway, we tie dyed shirts with the girls and I thought it would be fun to do with our family.

We used fabric spray paint, which makes it SUPER easy. Even Baylie did her own. She needed a little help pushing down the pump. I got the idea from this video on YouTube.


Pleased with the final project.

Jalen missed the activity since we purposely did it while he was asleep, so here's a picture just for the heck of it.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Deep in the Heart of Texas

We spent the weekend in Austin, Texas with David's family. I always like going back to Texas. David's mom and stepdad were getting sealed in the San Antonio temple and we were glad that our flight benefits let us be there.

We had a bit of a marathon trip. We had planned to fly out of Columbia - the airport is about 15 minutes from our apartment - but there was a hail storm in Chicago, so United cancelled their flights and put their passengers on Continental. We ended up racing from the Columbia airport to the Greenville/Spartanburg airport (1 1/2 hours away). Instead of getting to Austin at 7 p.m., we got there around midnight. We ended up traveling 13 hours. I can't help but think of all the places we could have reached in 13 hours!

The San Antonio temple is one of the most beautiful ones I have ever visited. The inside is particularly beautiful. Our home teacher in Columbia actually did the decorative painting inside the temple - small world!

We learned that there is a little semi-hidden doorbell outside the temple that is used when the temple is closed and someone needs to get in. It rings throughout the entire building. We learned that because apparently Baylie pressed it at least once and someone came out to inform us.

After the sealing with David's mom and step dad.

We spent the weekend at David's sister's home. All of David's family except for one brother now lives in Austin, so we got to see everyone (except for one boy cousin). It was great for our kids to get to know their Batchelor cousins better.

Baylie fell in love with Princess. She keeps saying "When I'm bigger, I can have a dog."

As usual, David was the kid magnet and favorite uncle.

Jalen played it cool in the jacuzzi with his shades.

The girls played and colored and danced and stayed up WAAAYYY too late.

Jalen loved all the extra attention.

On our last day, we went to the zoo, which is actually a place for rescued animals. I was surprised at the variety of animals they had there. (This is David's sister and some of the cousins.)

I noticed that this little cockatoo seemed to be watching us and longing for human affection. I backed up to him and he jumped right on my shoulder.

Right before we headed for the airport, we met up one last time with David's dad and step mom.

It was a great visit and it was wonderful to spend so much time with almost everyone. Baylie was in heaven with all the girl cousins. There are also a couple of boy cousins close to Jalen's age, so before long the three of them will also be having fun together.

Due to some delays, our return trip was also semi-eventful. We didn't get home until 3 a.m. We were sure glad to sleep in our own beds! Now we just have to get the kids over the colds they seem to catch every time we travel.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Beach Day #2

We returned to Isle of Palms, this time with some friends. It is officially our favorite beach. Today was cloudy and windy, and we had to get out of the water for lighting, but any day at the beach is a great day. Plus it was never too hot. The water here in South Carolina is so warm it's awesome.

Little mermaid

Wipe out
Major wipe out
Seriously, dude, get up!
Mud bath
Happy family

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Racism

Since starting my blog, I don't write in my journal enough. But sometimes I put something in my journal that I'm not sure I want out for public consumption. I wrote this a couple days ago, but decided I'd go ahead and share it. I'm using a lot of generalities and realize that what I'm saying doesn't apply to all or even most people. I have a hard time sharing my feelings on race because I feel that anything I say will be harshly criticized. However, it's part of my life now and staying quiet about it doesn't make that go away.

Adopting black children has not made me an expert on African American culture, racism, prejudice, ethnic hair or anything else. It has opened my eyes to a whole new world and made me sensitive to things that I may have never noticed before. In my humble opinion, I think there is a lot to be done on both sides of the black/white race line. For example, whites need to be aware that White Prejudice is real. It may not be intentional, but it exists. It's completely different from racism. Someday I'll do a post just about this. On the other hand, black people need to realize that many white people are trying to overcome the past and bridge the gap, but shouldn't be held accountable for things that happened in the past and that are outside their realm of control. Walking around with a chip on the shoulder doesn't help anyone.

I'm grateful that my personal experience for the most part has been with people trying to reach out and understand one another. I like what Will Smith said in an interview, "You know guys, I really don't think America is a racist nation. I know that I feel like that sometimes, but I just don't believe that. There are racist people who live there, but I don't think America as a whole is a racist nation." I agree with that. Unfortunately, sometimes those racist people have loud voices.

Not long ago, six black teenagers (aged 13 to 19) jumped an 18-year-old white kid here in Columbia and beat him almost to death. The crime was horrific and very brutal. The police said it wasn't a hate crime and that has caused a bit of an uproar. The message boards and reactions are full of irate people who say that if it had been white kids jumping a black kid, it would have been classified a hate crime.

That may be true, but the thing that has bothered me the most and that I can't get out of my head is the racist nature of the comments after the online articles. They use the "n" world and terms like "monkey" and "big lips." It makes me cringe. I know my children don't have big lips (not that it would matter if they did) or look like monkeys, but I don't want them to ever read something mean, hateful and spiteful like that. Sadly, I know the day will probably come when they will. It has shaken me up to know that racism like that is simmering under the surface nearby. I know people that write on message boards are usually wacko anyway, but it's still been eating at me. It's caused me to rethink whether or not I want to stay in South Carolina. I should note that we have personally received nothing but kind treatment from people here in the South, regardless of race.

Maybe we have this kind of racism in Utah too, but it's not as obvious. In Utah it's more a matter of ignorance. A matter of making light of things that are hurtful and thinking that others shouldn't be hurt by those things rather than acknowledging that a change may be in order. That's bad too.

I wish I could protect my kids from hurt. I hope the foundation of love and the gospel will be enough to get them through painful times. I especially worry about my cute, sweet Jalen. I hope when he gets a crush on a little girl, her parents will let him date her. I hope he'll never get pulled over by a police officer just because he's black.

Maybe I need to do research on where the best place is to live for racial integration. Or maybe I need to pray for the millennium to come faster.

My children are so beautiful - so amazing. I hope they will always believe that.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Family Scripture Study

We try to read scriptures with our kids almost every day. Most days it's a disaster. Even so, it seems that some things do get through. I hope this doesn't seem disrespectful because we use the name of Christ. It is not intended that way at all.

This is a long video, but I love it!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Baseball on the 4th of July

I think few things are more American than a baseball game. We decided to celebrate the 4th of July with some good friends at a baseball game, complete with fireworks. Here in Columbia we have a collegiate team (college players in the off season) called the Blowfish (after Hootie of Hootie and the Blowfish fame, a local celebrity).

This little friend of Baylie's is the artist of the bag mentioned in my earlier blog post.

The kids started out very enthusiastic.

Baylie and her friends even got to ride in an on-field parade.

However, their enthusiasm did wane, to the point that Baylie said, "I hate this game!" (This coming from the girl who catches me every time I use that no-no word.)

We stuck it out to the exciting conclusion of a win in the bottom of the 9th inning. Reactions to the fireworks show were mixed (it was an awesome show, but like most kids, ours weren't thrilled with the noise).

But they were smiling for the post-game dugout shot.

We also got to pose for pictures with some of the beams from the second World Trade Center tower from Ground Zero. These beams are being placed as a memorial monument to first responders from The Midlands (central South Carolina).

It was a very relaxing and fun 4th of July!

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Millford Plantation

To kick off our 4th of July weekend, we (I) decided to visit another plantation. Milford plantation looks like something you would read about in a historical novel or see in Gone With the Wind. Unlike many of the plantations in South Carolina, Milford was not destroyed by Sherman's army. The story of how it was preserved is pretty amazing.

On what turned out to be the final day of the war before Lee's surrender, Northern troops, under the command of Brig. General Edward Elmer Potter arrived at Millford. Governor Manning (read more about him below) met the Yankee general at the front door and observed: "Well, the house was built by a Potter (Nathaniel Potter, the architect) and it looks as though it will be destroyed by a Potter." General Potter responded: "No, you are protected. Nathaniel Potter was my brother."

But let's start at the beginning. The plantation is located about an hour southeast of Columbia, not far from the Kensington Plantation we visited over Spring Break. We drove through a state forest to get to the plantation. In the middle of the forest, we were surprised to see that there was a section set aside as a military air-to-ground bombing site. Here's to hoping those bomber pilots have good aim!

As always when we visit these plantations, I can't help but think of my kids and what their life could have been like had they been born in this area just a few generations back. I looked back at them traveling in relative comfort, including air conditioning, and imagined other children brought to this area in chains after being torn from their mothers. Slavery is not as far in the past as I sometimes tend to think. (I also noted the irony of our visiting a place that denied freedom during a weekend when we celebrate freedom.) I'm honestly not sure why I am so fascinated by plantations, but I am.

The drive to Millford is a very bumpy dirt road.

The plantation is surrounded by wide sweeping lawns and trees covered in Spanish Moss. From what I have learned, during the Civil War period, the plantations would not have had grass and trees. They had hard dirt lawns that were swept smooth and instead of trees there were fields and fields of crops. The gentleman who gave us our tour (who was awesome) said that back in its heyday, you could ride an entire day on horseback and still be on the Millford plantation.

Millford was built by John Laurence Manning, a signer of the Ordinance of Secession of South Carolina. He was the son of a governor of South Carolina and was later governor himself. He was married to Susan Frances Hampton, daughter of Revolutionary War hero Wade Hampton, reputed to have been the richest man in the South. Millford is built on land inherited by John Manning from his maternal Richardson grandparents, which was originally set up as a land grant from England. However, most of the funds for construction probably came from his wife's inheritance. The couple was only 22 when they started building this impressive residence. Susan would die in childbirth with her third child before reaching her 30th birthday.

Milford has two small, but beautiful gardens, one on each side of the home.

The home is considered by some to be the finest example of Greek Revival residential architecture in America. It has massive Corinthian columns, high ceilings, floor to ceiling windows (some are breezeways) and a domed rotunda capping off a spiral staircase. It is really impressive.

View from the rear that shows the rotunda. To the right you can see what was originally the laundry. The kitchen was on the left.

There are some new additions like this little castle on a pond. Baylie was fascinated by it.

After the tour, the kids kicked back and relaxed in the shade.

On the way out, Jalen had fun saying "ahhhh" over the bumpy road because it made his voice vibrate.

Across the road from the path that leads to the plantation is a monument to the grandfather of John Lawrence Manning. I later found out that John, his father and grandfather are all buried in this church courtyard. Unfortunately, I didn't know it at the time, so I didn't find their headstones.

In researching, I found an interesting story about General Richardson.

General Richardson died during the war and was laid to rest on the grounds of his plantation. After Banastre Tarleton gave up his attempt to catch the Swamp Fox (Francis Marion), he paid a visit to Richardson's plantation. Highly angered that General Richardson's widow had enabled the Swamp Fox to escape by alerting him to the approach of the British cavalrymen, Tarleton sought retribution. He directed his troopers to dig up the body of General Richardson, who had been buried six weeks earlier. When asked the reason behind this ghoulish act, Tarleton stated that he wanted to "look upon the face of such a brave man." The Richardson family was forced to witness the hideous spectacle.

Driving to and from the plantation, there were other country homes that I found beautiful.

We saw a sign saying there was a historical church just a mile away, so we decided to find it. (David thinks I need a bumper sticker that says 'I brake for historical signs.') The original church was built in the 1700's. The current building is constructed of rammed earth. (The parish house mentioned on the sign is not the church.)

As we headed back to the main road, we learned that we were actually on a very historic road - a road upon which soldiers in both the Revolutionary and Civil war marched.

Apparently there are several signs dedicated to the march of General Potter. This is one we found. I haven't been able to find information on the rest.

One of the churches we passed had designated parking spaces for important people like the bishop and "the musician." This musician is definitely reserved - for me!

Two years ago David and I signed a pact not to eat Kentucky Fried Chicken (it was a school project for his cousin) because of how the chickens they use are treated. We broke the pact because we figured two years was a significant commitment, plus we had 2 for 1, 5 dollar meal deals. (The kids look way more enthusiastic here than they actually were, and I doubt I'll be eating there again in the near future - it was grosser than I remembered.)

Okay, but seriously, my kids are so stinking cute this could be a print ad for KFC!

Monday we plan to celebrate the 4th by going to a baseball game with some good friends. What could be better - baseball and fireworks! Hope you all (or should I just cave and say ya'all?) have a wonderful holiday.

Note: For those of you wanting to visit Millford, it is only open for tours the first Saturday of the month, except for January when it is closed and April when it is open every Saturday. Always call to reserve a time. For more info, go here.