Tuesday, September 30, 2008
- You don't show up, or even call to tell her you're not coming, because you don't feel good.
- She doesn't get mad.
- You call her the next day and ask her if you can still come over to play. Puh-lease?
- She happily tells you to come over.
- You show up at her house with no make-up on, stringy, wet hair from the shower and in pajama pants 3 sizes too big.
- She doesn't even mention what you look like, except to comment that your pregnancy is looking "so good!".
- She lets you sit in the recliner, laid out, with your feet up.
- She feeds you a lunch of some yummy bean cascade thing and promises you the recipe.
- She gives you 2 1/2 hours of much needed "girl" time.
- She gives you a hug when you leave, making you feel loved.
- She stands in the driveway and waves as you drive away.
- She leaves you with a full belly, a calm mind and a smile on your face.
Josh carpools with a really nice guy that has a couple daughters just a hair older than Bay. Tonight, he came home with 2 pairs of snow boots, that no longer fit his friend's daughters, that will fit Bay and Ry perfectly this coming winter. They absolutely loved them and they look brand new!
Poor Luke...he just ran after them yelling, "Not fair! I want some! I want some! I want pink! I want some!"
Monday, September 29, 2008
We took the enormous bus of a van, so that most of us could ride together. On the ride up, Dad and Josh entertained themselves by counting all the Subaru's we passed....a lot of them can be found in the canyons on a weekend day! :)
As we got closer, the weather got WETTER. It has never rained on Brighton Day before, so, we were ill prepared. As we pulled up to the lake, it was POURING. We were all starving and crabby by this point and almost ended up forgoing the whole thing. But, break open several picnic baskets, in a van full of people and the mood improves rather quickly! :) I wish I would have gotten better pictures of us all in there, but picture Josh, Dad, Brittney, Mom, Me, Luke, Landon, Brittenay, Cameron, Kaylana, Avery, Ryleigh and Bailey....all crowded in a 12 passenger van...passing around cantaloupe, Doritos, marshmallows, pepper jack cheese, muffins, cucumbers....kinda comical!
We always get looks when we put the boys in the stroller together. People that look fast enough think that they are twins. Especially if they hear us call them Luke and Landon (perfect twin names, don't you think?). I always chuckle to myself, at the comments that they think I don't hear.
My three daughters are growing up so darn fast.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Ryleigh was my aggressive little player last year. She was all over the field! This year, the boys have grown up over the summer and have taken over the field. She still does a fantastic job, but needs to learn to knock over the boys...instead of like them... :) She is really good friends with one little boy on the team. They were in pre-school together and now they love playing on the same team together.
Because our master bedroom is so big, we have her set up in our room for now. (Usually we just have the bassinet in our room and the crib in her room.) Even with her taking up an entire corner, it doesn't even take up much room in there. (The master bedroom is above the garage and takes up that entire area...so it's like 20' x 20' or slightly more...which, is fantastic, but if I had my way...I'd rather give up some of the space for a bigger laundry room...) Anyway...that was my long way of explaining why the walls are blue. Her nursery will be a different color.
Friday, September 26, 2008
You waiting on a funny story?
Want to know what terrible thing she thought up this time?
You'll be waiting a while. That's not the cause of my grief right now.
We took the little turd in to the doctor's today, because she has another ear infection... *shocker*! Her ear kept draining and draining and draining and nothing we did, worked. So, she earned another oral antibiotic and another "Well, looks like it's time to see the ENT again."
Agh! After RSV, pneumonia, asthma, tubes, adenoidectomy...hasn't she been through enough? Seriously...I just want the poor girl to be healthy.
So, she's probably looking at new tubes. Here's hoping the ENT enjoys the new car, that I'm sure our family has financed for him by now!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
1. Bachelor of Arts - I appreciate fine art and appreciate the use of varying techniques. I am proficient in several techniques such as, but not limited to: pencil, watercolor, ink on the counter top, mud on the mini-van, sharpie on the 3 year old and the sometimes controversial...feces on the wall.
2. Bachelor of Applied Visual Imaging - I can hold a straight face, while speaking with the UPS man and pretending not to notice that my 2 and 3 year old children are completely stark naked. Doing headstands. On the front porch.
3. Bachelor of Business Administration - I run a small business, known as a "home." This requires multi-tasking, patience, good communication skills and the ability to unclog a toilet.
4. Bachelor of Chemical Engineering - I know the precise mixture of soap, water, baking soda and vinegar to dispel urine from carpet. I've also discovered the solution for removing red fingernail polish from hardwood, tile and carpet.
5. Bachelor of Civil Law - I am a firm believer that "If Momma Ain't Happy, Ain't Nobody Happy" is the only law you need to live by.
6. Bachelor of Communications - Using my years of expertise, I have the ability to diffuse a hostile enviroment, quickly and efficiently. I am talented in the art of persuasion, manipulation and bribery.
7. Bachelor of Education - I have the patience and knowledge to answer questions such as, "Why does your belly look like that?", "Why do you always get ice-cream after we go to bed?" and "Why doesn't your bum fit in the toilet seat hole?".
8. Bachelor of Journalism - I have the ability to be in a stressful, sometimes dangerous situation, and still have the frame of mind to correctly record the event in my head, to be used a future blog post.
9. Bachelor of Landscape Architecture - I can correctly name the color of each flower when I see it in bloom. I am even proficient enough to point out tulips, roses and sunflowers. I am able to design a completed yard and correctly direct my husband to do all the labor, to achieve that look.
10. Bachelor of Music - Due to hearing the fine musical compositions from "Yo Gabba Gabba", "High School Musical 1 & 2" and "Hannah Montana" over and over and over from the backseats of the mini-van, I know each and every word. I am now able to critique areas such as "tone-deafness".
11. Bachelor of Physical Education - I have the ability to wrestle 4 children out of bed, to the breakfast table, into clothing and into the van, without breaking a sweat. This includes extra obstacles such as: record bathing and changing the 3 year old for the 2nd time because she snuck into the back yard to make mud pies, searching over 2200 sq ft of space for missing shoes and homework, wrestling a 2 year old into a car seat and running back into the house for a forgotten backpack. And lunch. And coat. And 3 year old. Who made it into the backyard for another mud pie session.
12. Bachelor of Science in Accountancy - I have the ability to stretch x amount of money, through out the month. This includes factoring in unexpected expenses such as, a new rear window on the car because "someone" broke it while weed whacking.
13. Bachelor of Science in Nursing - I have experience in the Emergency Room, Same Day Surgery, Labor and Delivery, Antepartum, Postpartum, the NICU, the PICU and the general Ped's floor. I am proficient in several areas of nursing care, including teaching the nurse taking care of my child, how to take basic vitals. This includes advising her (in front of the CNA she was training), that it is called a "femoral pulse", not "umm...thigh pulse?" Needless to say, I never left my child alone during that nurse's shift.
and because I'm an over-achiever...you get a bonus:
14. Creative And Performing Arts - I have developed a variety of silly faces, stupid dances and mind-numbing songs, to entertain even the crankiest of children. My public performances include: the doctor's office, Wal-mart and church meetings. Private performances are available to thwart off the Monster In The Closet, at bedtime.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
...does it look like I'm shrinking? Don't let it fool you...my darling daughter has found the wonderful fetus playground called "My Lungs". She enjoys that playground as much as the fantastic amusement park known as "My Bladder." So, instead of poking out as much as she has been, she has crawled as far into my back as possible, wreaking havoc on my organs. Nothing like having your butt kicked...from the inside!
My heart goes out to Gavin's family at this time. Gavin touched so many people's lives, during his stay on earth.
Please, please, please make sure you are a registered organ donor. Even if you are already registered through the DMV, you can also register online here.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Two words that no pregnant Mommy likes to hear.
I had mine today. I've always had the "syrupy Sunkist" flavor with all my other kids. This time I got treated to the "syrupy Sprite" flavor. Take my word for it...it's not any better.
Blood pressure was 119/69.
Weight was up 7.8 lbs.
I'm not dehydrated this time.
All in all, a great appointment.
He's already bumped me to going in every 2 weeks though, which I thought was odd. If I remember correctly with my other kids, I didn't switch to every 2 weeks till about 30 weeks. I didn't question it, because it just means that I can hear her heartbeat more often. :)
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I love that I'm having a hard time breathing sometimes, because it means that you are getting big!
I love that you can surprise me with the strength of your kicks, because it means that you are working your muscles.
I love that my ligaments and ab muscles hurt (A LOT! EVERY DAY!), because it means that I did a good job toning them up.
I love that I waddle sometimes and I feel like my hip joints are loose and rolling around, because it means that my pelvis is ready to take on the challenge of another large baby.
I love that my pants fit snug when I sit down, because it means I'll be treated to you trying to kick the waistband. Over and over and over.
I love that you drive me crazy with hiccups, because it means you are working your lungs.
I love that I can barely roll over in bed because my back hurts, that I pee every 20 minutes and that I am exhausted 95% of the time...because it means that you are still inside me, getting stronger and healthier every day.
Dear Mom and Dad,
1. Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not have all that I ask for. I am only testing you. Love is not measured by the number of gifts you bestow on me, but the way you listen to me, respect me and guide me as I grow up.
2. Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it, it makes me feel secure. It helps me learn boundaries.
3. Don't let me form bad habits. I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages.
4. Don't make me feel smaller than I am. It only makes me behave stupidly "big." My self esteem is fragile.
5. Don't try to discuss my behavior in the heat of the situation. For some reason my hearing is not very good then and my cooperation is even worse.
6. Don't correct me in front of others, if you can help it.
7. Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values. We all make mistakes. Help me learn from my mistakes, not suffer because of them.
8. Don't protect me from consequences. I need to learn the painful way sometimes.
9. Don't be too upset when I say "I hate you." It isn't you I hate but your power to thwart me and the fear that I have lost control of the situation. I do know that words and actions can hurt more than physical abuse. We need to both try harder.
10. Don't take too much notice of my whines and complaints. Sometimes they get me the attention that I need, but you and I both know I'd be better off getting attention in a "healthier" way.
11. Don't ignore bad habits. They are danger signs that you and I have a problem.
12. Don't nag. If you do I will have to protect myself by appearing deaf.
13. Don't forget that I can not explain myself as well as I should like. This is why I am not always accurate. Many times I do things that I am not sure why I did it. They were not to hurt you-- or myself. I really did not know why.
14. Don't put me off when I ask questions. If you do, you will find that I stop asking questions of you and will seek information elsewhere.
15. Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.
16. Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terrible and real and you can do much to reassure me that you understand.
17. Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither. No one is perfect, nor always right or wrong. That's okay.
18. Help me grow to know the difference between right and wrong.
19. Don't ever think that it is beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm towards you.
20. Don't use force with me. I respond more rapidly to being led than to force or to ultimatums.
21. Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me, but please do try. Help me grow.
22. Don't forget that I don't thrive without lots of love and understanding. Love is not smothering, but providing examples.
23. Don't make promises you cannot keep. Remember that I feel badly when promises are broken.
24. I am sorry for the words I spoke and the promises I made that I could not keep.
25. I am sorry for all the things I meant to do and I did not; for the things I tried to do and did not succeed in doing.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Bailey has a teammate, that is the daughter of some friends of ours. We usually sit together and chat, while the girls play. They have a 13 year old daughter, that usually plays with the kids, to give us a break. Today, their son was also at the games. (Normally he's off playing baseball, so our kids don't know him.)
One time, Luke ran off and their son ran off to grab him. He came up behind him, picked him up and started carrying him back to where we all were sitting. From the look on Luke's face, I could tell he was upset, but I just thought that he didn't want to be derailed from his goal of running into the street.
As they got closer, I could see him kicking and yelling, "You are not my friend! You are not my friend!" When they got close enough, their son put Luke down and Luke ran to Josh and grabbed on to his leg, trembling.
Then it dawned on me --- the poor boy thought that he was being kidnapped! He didn't know this person that picked him up and he was scared to death! I've always taught my kids to kick and hit and bite and scream, if anyone ever tried to take them. We've practiced yelling, "You are not my Mommy!" and "You are not my Daddy!", to draw attention to themselves, should anyone grab them.
Luke might only be 2 years old...but I'm happy to know that he listens when I talk about these important things.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
This Saturday, I did really good! At one garage sale I found 12 Playtex bottles - with extra nipples and air vents - for $5.00! I was ecstatic! I'm totally stocked up now, for those rare times that Presley will get a bottle. Then, at another yard sale I found these six onesies that look brand new, for $3.00! All newborn size, which is good, because all the ones I have have been through up to 3 girls and have been spit up on a million times.
THEN...at another garage sale I found this love seat. We had a recliner in the front room, but I really wanted to move that to my room, so I have a comfy place to nurse. We were going to start looking for something to replace it, like a futon or something...nothing too expensive. This little treasure was sitting there yelling, "Buy me! I match your colors!" So, I did. Guess what that set me back? $10.00. Yup. That's all. Serendipity, I tell you.
I also got a new boppy with a removable cover for $5.00 and a storage rack thing for my office for $2.00. All in all...a good day.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
I got it from Overstock.com for only $149.00! It comes with the fitted sheet, crib quilt, bumper, crib skirt, two window valances, diaper stacker, decorative pillow, toy bag and three wall hangings. I am quite proud of that purchase!
Dragonflies will be my baby girl's theme. (Which, BTW, I am trying HARD to find her some cute, warm, snugly jammies to come home from the hospital in...with a dragonfly on them. The only ones I have been able to find are on some organic baby clothing website...and they are $36. Uh...no...can't pay that. So, if anyone comes across something...PLEASE let me know!) All of my girl's have had bug themes. Bailey was ladybugs, Ryleigh was butterflies and Avery was bumble bees. (Luke was frogs...in case you were curious.)
Mom found us the cutest white crib, so I can't wait to set this whole thing up in it. I'm 24 weeks tomorrow...it's coming so close! I can't believe how fast time is flying! I'll be sure to post a picture when I have it all set up.
Yesterday, I still had to go to school (on my birthday...how mean is that?) and even had a math quiz...which I think I did okay on.
Anyways...the local paper came out to do a story on my Polish Math Professor and this picture was on the front page of the paper tonight. I'm the one in the red shirt...don't I look so studious? :)
Yeah, my math class is held at the local high school. Our campus is going to be expanding, but until then, we need the extra room. So, my current worry is if I will fit in the high school desks at 36 weeks pregnant...?
Monday, September 15, 2008
To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people and affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty;
to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better;
whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition,
to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have SUCCEEDED!"
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Friday, September 12, 2008
Mommy guilt is a powerful thing. You have no idea how often I feel guilty. I feel guilty when you ask me, daily, when we're going to Disneyland and I have to tell you that we don't have the money. I feel guilty when I can't buy you everything I want to...even though I know that's probably for the better.
Lately, I feel guilty for how often I have to say, "I can't right now, I'm doing homework." or "We can't today, Mommy has to go to school." It's hard for me to turn you away, knowing that you are only little, for a short time.
I try to make up for it and I hope you know that. I might not have been able to color with you you, but I have started tucking you in, even though that was Daddy's job before. We couldn't stay at the park "just a little longer...please...Mom!?", but I make sure that we do your homework together every night. I might miss your soccer practice every week, because I'm in school, but I'm up early every Saturday morning to cheer you on at your games.
It's a fine balance, being a Mommy and a student. Ultimately, I am doing this for you guys. I am doing this to make your lives better. That Disneyland trip? Well, I want to take you. College? I want to make it a little easier for you.
When it comes down to it, I want to make you proud of me. I want you to look at your Mom and forget about the time I made you cookies, but was so busy multi-tasking, that I forgot the chocolate chips. I want you to know that the sacrifices I'm making now...and you're making too...will benefit us all in the long run.
You guys are my everything. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. It just might be tomorrow when I get time...instead of right now.
With love, Mommy
Thursday, September 11, 2008
"Turn on the TV!"
So, I did.
Right in time to see the second plane hit.
My life would never be the same again.
I never think of September 11th, without thinking of Bailey. She was only 6 weeks old on 9-11-01. There I sat as a first time Mom, clutching my newborn to my chest, crying, thinking that the world was ending. I couldn't believe that I had just brought a new baby into this kind of world.
I remember watching the news and the video clips, over and over and over for a week. I remember being sad, when the world returned to it's "previously scheduled programs", because it meant that we were moving on and forgetting. People were extra kind and extra helpful and extra patriotic during those first few days. I didn't want us to all move on and forget those acts of kindness.
Being pregnant, my thoughts turn to the children closely affected by 9-11. Those that lost a Mom. Those that lost a Dad. Those that weren't born yet. Those that have to grow up with a hole in their lives.
My heart goes out to them. It must be comforting for them to know that the entire world mourns with them today.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
A..."pet peeve"...if you will.
I HATE when I walk out of Wal-mart (or anyplace, for that matter, but today - it was Wal-mart) and walk SMACK! into a cloud of cigarette smoke.
I don't care what other people do with their lives...but how hard is it to step away from the door to finish up? (Not to mention that Utah law prohibits it 25 feet from any entrance to a public place.) Have a little respect for those of us that choose not to huff and puff that crap.
I can't stand the smell of it. I hate the coughing that comes from walking into a cloud of it. And, dang it, I'm a pregnant Mom that does everything to insure a healthy pregnancy. Besides the fact, that even that little exposure can get my daughter's asthma going.
I wish other people would stop and think about how their actions, affect those around them.
Yet, this seemingly little thing, causes me to smile and to have a better day. They may not even be aware that this little thing...brings me such pleasure.
I won't even tell you what this little thing is, because it doesn't matter...to you anyway...but, it matters a great deal to me.
It does cause me to step back and wonder what I do, to improve this person's day. Am I as good of a friend to them, as they are to me? Is there something that I do everyday, that causes them to smile and know that they matter to someone else?
Sometimes we get so caught up in life, that we forget to feed those important relationships in our lives. Sometimes we just assume that other people know how much we care. Sometimes we get so bogged down in our own lives and our own situations, that we forget that other people have their own trials, that they are battling.
So, thank you, my friend, for taking that small amount of time out of your day, to let me know you care. Sometimes, life seems like an uphill climb...thank you for not making me climb it alone.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Ryleigh said this, out of the blue, totally random:
"Hey Mom, did you know that I don't eat my boogers anymore?"
The answer anytime you ask Luke what a color is. (Like, what color is your shirt? What color is the fish?):
"It's not orange!"
Another random Ryleigh moment:
"My feet stink! You wanna smell my feet? (No, I don't) Oh. Well, you wanna lick 'em?"
Here comes Ry (red shirt) coming in for her finish. Her friend is next to her (her friend is quite a bit older, Ry is not short!) and you can't tell from the picture, but they are holding hands. Isn't that cute? They helped each other finish, with a time of 14 min 54 sec. I was SO proud of her for finishing! She's only 5 years old, so she was one of the youngest runners.
My 2 runners at the finish line. Such beautiful, talented girls!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I discovered a new favorite chore of mine.
Yes, I have favorite chores. Organizing? Check. Cleaning the bathroom? Check. (Strange, I know, but the smell of Clorox and Windex just makes me smile.) Mowing the lawn? Check. And now...edging the yard!
Holy crap, my yard looks fantastic! I have been out there all day...mowing, edging, weed whacking, weed pulling, raking, sweeping, shoveling, organizing kids' toys. I had never played with the "edging" option on the weed whacker before. And now...I am in love. Who knew that edging a lawn could make such a difference? I keep opening the front door, just to look at the lawn and admire my handiwork. Silly...but people in love do stupid things.
While edging, I think I hit a rock. Must have been a pebble, really. Because when I looked over at our car...the entire back window was shattered. Well, half of it was shattered. The other half had already caved into the back seat of the car. Whoops.
Lukey being completely potty trained. No explanation needed there!
Losing the rest of this weight. I made it 50 lbs. and while pregnancy will set me back a little bit, I know I can lose the rest. Which leads me to...
One more year has gone by since you left us and I can't help but look back and think of all the things you have missed.
Josh and I lost a baby this year. We don't know why, but we know that our baby is with you, until we can be. You may not get to hold Presley on earth, but I know you are with her now. Please hold her tight and keep her safe, until she is in my arms.
Mom continues to fight her cancer and we pray that it will be a long time before she is with you again. Her strength amazes us everyday.
We love you Jared! We are so glad that you are no longer in pain and you are with our Heavenly Father.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
But, he wanted "first day of school" pictures, too. I am not one to disappoint! (Well, him, anyway...read the post below and you'll see that I do disappoint my other children...) LOL
Today, was finally her day. She had eaten lunch, was all dressed up, had on her backpack and had all her three year old excitement balled up inside. She happily posed for her "first day of school" pictures and off we went!
This is where I turn into "Bad Mommy." We live in town "x", but preschool is in town "y", about 15 minutes away (depending on what slow vehicle I get stuck behind). We hurried up to school and arrived about 10 minutes early, so that I could get some pictures of her with Becky, before all the other kids started arriving. As we walked up the back steps, Becky opened the door and said, "Umm, school is at 12:30." Oh, no. I thought it started at 12:00. (This is my first experience with afternoon pre-school.) Well, crap. My other daughter needs to be to kindergarten in town "x", at 12:20, so I couldn't just wait around.
I had to pull my very pissed off, screaming, fit throwing three year old, away from the very thing she had waited a v-e-r-y long time for. Imagine trying to tear a ravenous grizzly bear from it's dinner...that's pretty much what it was like. So, the fit continued all the way back to town "x"...as you can see from the picture below, she ripped out her cute ponytails and gave me very, very dirty looks the entire way.
After dropping off the kindergartner in town "x" and stopping at home to re-do her hair, we headed back to town "y". Finally, as we pulled up to the school and she realized that she was actually staying this time, her mood improved. She was quite happy to pose with Miss Becky.
She was all smiles when I picked her up from school. She had a snack, colored, played with play-doh, played outside...and found a boyfriend. Oh, boy!
Avery~ I'm sorry that your special day started out so badly. I cannot wait to see how you grow and learn this year. I pray that Becky survives you...I still need her for a few more years! :) I love you, my baby girl.