Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Presley's Blessing

I finally feel comfortable about taking Pres out and into the real world...surrounded by germy people. We've been so careful with her over the last four months...and it worked...she's only had a stuffy nose, twice.
With RSV season coming to an end, we figured it was past time for her church blessing. We scheduled to do it in Mom's ward, because our nephew was going to be blessed the same week.
Anyone that knows my family, knows that the motto should be, "Anything that can go wrong...will." We woke up at 5 am Sunday morning to a horrible winter storm blowing in...and no electricity. Thankfully, it turned back on about a half hour later. Shortly after we had all gotten our showers done...it went out again. This left all of the girls with dripping wet hair and a whole bunch of ironing that needed to be done. So, we loaded everyone and everything up, and headed to Mom's. After a 30 minute search for the iron and me realizing that I forgot Presley's onesie and tights...we finally made it to the church.
Sadly, because of the storm, several of our family members didn't get to come, but it was still a wonderful day. Lots of food and lots of smiles.

By this point, Pres was done with playing model and wasn't in the best mood. She's still absolutely beautiful, though! She is wearing the same dress that I wore as an infant and that all her sisters wore.
Carson all decked out in his tux.
Luke wasn't in a great mood, so I just got a picture of the girls.
I love you, baby girl. You make me smile every single day.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

How To Eat Cereal

...in six easy steps...
1. First, get prepared. A bib and a comfy chair are must-haves. Allow Mom to take a few pictures of you, before you partake of your meal.
2. Open your mouth cautiously. You don't know exactly what Mommy is about to feed you.
3. Give Mommy a "what in the hell was THAT???" look when she shoves the cereal in.
4. Spit most of it out, so Mommy has to play the shovel game and try to put it back in your mouth.
5. Decide that you really like making Mommy scoop it back into your mouth over and over and over. And over.
6. Flash Mommy a deviant smile that means, "Yeah, if you think that I'm going to choose that stuff, over the Mommy milk you've been giving me...you have another thing coming..."

Friday, March 27, 2009

I Get Philosophical At Midnight

It's in the dead of the night, that I have time to reflect on my life.

Surrounding me are math books, notes and a calculator. I've got to be one crazy woman to be tackling this, along with raising five beautiful children. However, in my mind, I see the day that I am wearing a cap and gown. Each of my children are hugging me and telling me that they are proud of me. (I just really hope that in the reality of this situation, Presley isn't old enough to drive!)

In the bedrooms of my home, are my children. I hear little snores and sighs. Once in a while I hear Avery yelling...even in her sleep, that child is arguing with someone.

I wonder how I got to this point? How am I the mother of five children? My children are growing up before my very eyes. "Yesterday", I brought Bailey home from the hospital. Today, she is starting to ask questions that I'm not sure I'm ready to answer. "Yesterday", Bailey became a big sister. Today, that little sister's knowledge and aptitude amazes me. "Yesterday", Avery was fighting for her life. Today, she is no longer weak and frail, but a very strong, stubborn and determined little girl. "Yesterday", I discovered I was having my very first son! Today, I already see that baby boy changing into a little man. "Yesterday", I thought I would never again hold a baby of my own, in my arms. Today...right this very minute...she is laying on my lap, sleeping.

At work, is my husband. He is a wonderful father and provider. I'm thankful that he works so hard, so that I can stay home with our children.

Asleep (I hope!), in her own home, is a woman that loves me like a daughter. My relationship with her has changed drastically through the years. I don't doubt that this woman loves my children as much as I do. I also know that I can count on her for anything and everything. But now, she is fighting her own battles and has to learn to count on us. She has to trust us to take care of her, when she's so used to being the nurturer.

Across the country, are my grandparents. I miss them more than I can begin to describe. It hurts me every day that they can't be a daily part of my children's lives. My children would be so lucky to have their influence surrounding them.

I have friends all over this world. Some are old friends, some just feel like old friends. Some are down the street, while some are in a different country. Some I know from face to face contact, but some I know from online. My friends have a variety of pasts, family structures and beliefs, but I love knowing that this only opens me up to new ideas. I love knowing that in this variety, I will always have someone that will understand.

I may not have everything I want...yet...but I'm working on it. All I can do is approach every day and give it my best. There are things I want for my children, but I have to stop and enjoy the little moments now. Those little moments become memories and those memories become a lifetime. There are so many things that I want for myself, but I have to understand that I am a work in progress. It's not enough that I focus on reaching my destination...I have to enjoy the ride.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

First Kiss

While doing Bay's hair this morning...

Bay: "Mom, when was your first kiss?"
Me: (Oh, boy. Here we go again.) "When I was 14."
Bay: "But when was it?"
Me: "Umm...I had a boyfriend...oh, umm...well...a friend...and when he brought me home from school one day, he kissed me."
Bay: "I know when Grandma's first kiss was!"
Me: "Oh yeah? When?"
Bay: "I think it was either 1st or 2nd grade."
Me: (thinking: Wow, thanks Mom!) "Really?"
Bay: "Yeah. Her and a boy bumped heads and he kissed her head and said, "Are you okay?". Then he ran away."
Me: "Ohhh...that was nice. But I don't think you need to worry about your first kiss just yet."
Bay: "Yeah. I'll just wait till I'm married."
Me: "That's a really good idea."
(A really good idea. REALLY.)

Monday, March 23, 2009


My newest nephew is here!
Carson James
March 14th ~ 4:53 pm
8 lbs ~ 20 in

Presley hanging out with Carson for the first time. You can almost see her telling him, "Don't worry! I know it's brighter and louder out here, but you'll really like it! There is a lot of people that will love you and take care of you, but if you ever feel attention deprived...just scream!! That always makes my people come running!"
I love that I was able to be there for the birth of Carson. Watching a child be born is like nothing else in this world. Thank you, Brittney, for letting me be a part of it. He is absolutely perfect in every way!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

"Synonym Challenged"

I have a friend that gives people qualification tests, before hiring them. He gets quite a broad range of people in his office and he never fails to have a good story to tell.
The test is broken into three categories. Reading comprehension, vocabulary and math. In the vocab section you are given a word, and asked to select from four other choices, which of those words is similar to the first one. So, for example:

a. correct
b. corrupt
c. extract
d. unyielding

So, you'd choose "c" as the correct answer.
Today, he had a guy taking the test and he got to the word "MAIM".
He tells my friend, "I have a question about this one...it doesn't have the right answer."
My friend is all confused, "What?"
He says, "None of the answers that I can choose from, are "lady".

Wow. Seriously?

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Scheduling Grade: F

My math class ends April 24th.

We are leaving for Seaworld on April 25th.

We already shelled out the money for the vacation.

I read the calendar wrong and classes end April 24th.

My FINAL is April 27th.



Edited to add: Shortly after I wrote this I wrote a very nice explanation to my professor. He is willing to work with me! Thank goodness!

I Cannot Be Vegetarian

Even if I had any desire to become a vegetarian...the universe is telling me not to.
To understand that statement...we must go back in time.

Imagine a 12 year old boy; we'll call him Josh. He planted a huge, wonderful garden and tended to that garden. He hoped it would flourish and he could show off his hard work. Sadly...everything was ruined. He woke up one morning to find his entire garden gone. It was completely wiped out. His pigs had gotten out and had a very large midnight snack.

Fast forward to 5 years ago. little Josh had now become a man and decided to finally tackle a garden again. He planted it later than everyone else and they all mocked him and told him that it wouldn't grow. A couple months later they were staring jealously at the tall stalks of corn, the amazing amounts of red tomatoes and the crisp, sweet peas. All summer he stared at that corn, waiting for it to be ready for picking. About a week before that was going to happen...his cows got out and trampled the corn. Every stalk was crushed to the ground.

This brings us to the present. Josh planted some of the garden last week. Carrots, potatoes and lettuce were carefully laid in straight lines and a smile was upon his face. He just knew that this year...was his year. He didn't own pigs or cows this year, so there would be no chance of them breaking down the fence and destroying his hard work.

neighbors down the street do have cows.
And they did get out of their fence.
And they did find our garden.
And they did trample it.

Happily, Josh ran them off and saved the garden. I'm pretty sure that once everything starts sprouting he'll be sleeping in the yard...protecting his hard work.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Happy St. Patrick's Day (ummm...yesterday)

My blog skills have been lacking. Life seems to just be getting away from me. Every day I realize that the day is over and I haven't gotten everything done, that I have wanted to.
So, I beg you to be patient. I'll be witty and clever again one day. Until then...some pics to hold you over.
My little man
My girlies in green
The new kids on the block.
Presley - 4 months, Carson - 3 days and Malia - 2 months
Me and my beautiful girl

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

This Will Make You Smile

I feel like such a blog slacker lately. But, I hope that this makes up for it...just a little!

Friday, March 13, 2009

Helping With Chores

She's learning to earn her keep early!
I've decided that laundry should be her chore.
She seemed okay with it...

...until she activated GIRL POWER!.... ...and started flashing gang signs! :)
Maybe she wanted to do dishes, instead?

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Beautiful Buns

I love having girls and being able to try out new hairstyles...and most of the time, they love when I try things out on them, too.

Avery got the "fake" version of Ryleigh's hair, because hers is so short. Her letting me do her hair at all, is exciting!

My cute girls!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I Am...

an aunt. compassionate. a cousin. cowardly. crafty.
a crier. a dancer. a daughter. determined. erratic.
an example. a fighter. a friend. a granddaughter. gullible.
headstrong. a hugger. hypocritical. impulsive. intellectual.
loud. a lover. mischievous. moody.
a mother. a niece. a nurturer. observant. ordinary.
an organizer. persuasive. a pretender. a procrastinator.
proud. quiet. a reader. reliable. resourceful. sensitive.
silly. a sister. strong. stubborn. a student.
a thinker. thoughtful. thrifty. vain. wary.
a wife. a woman. a writer.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Beautiful Presley

Meme and Pepe...this one's for you. (Well...and anyone else that wants to see my princess.)

It's not the greatest quality...buuuut, you get to see what she looks like and how she acts. Make sure your volume is up, so you can hear her cute voice! Now that I know how to do this...I'll do better next time!

Friday, March 6, 2009

Let Me Tell You A Fairy Tale...

Once upon a time, I took my children out for dinner. All of the children behaved and ate well. When their tummies were full, we left for home. Upon arriving home, they showered me with kisses and hugs, and told me I was the best Mommy in the world. Then, they all brushed their teeth and headed to bed, with smiles on their faces. We all lived happily ever after. The End.

Now...let me give you reality....

Today we went to dinner to celebrate my sister-in-law's birthday. Josh had to work, so I was on my own with the five kids. This is the first time I have taken all five kids out, with out spousal support. We all met up at the restaurant and miracle of miracles...they were behaving! We got our dinners ordered and the kids actually ate all of their dinner!
All of them, except Avery. She just pushed her food around on her plate and wouldn't really eat. I asked her if she was going to eat and she just said that she was tired. I leaned down to kiss her head and that's when I realized...the poor girl had a fever!
So, I gave her some Tylenol, advised the other kids to finish up and we got ready to go. Around this time, is when Presley decided she was hungry. NOW. Well, I knew that once I put her in the van, she'd fall asleep, so we loaded up...screaming Presley and all...and headed home.
Fast forward twenty minutes and Presley is still shrieking at the top of her lungs. I'm deep breathing in the driver's seat...trying not to go completely insane. Just when I think that maybe she'll stop and she's calming down and I can relax...it starts to snow. I do not like snow. I hate driving in snow. It had just started, so I knew we'd make it home okay...but now I'm tense again.
During all this, I'm stressing over the fact that we ran out of Avery's breathing treatment medication and there is no way in the world I can get to Wally world to pick up her prescription. If she has an asthma attack tonight, my only option is 911. Heaven help me...I live in chaos.
Moving on...
Presley calms down and all is quiet.
"Mom...Avery just threw up!" (said in an excited, sing-song voice)
"Oh no! Was it a lot?!"
"No"...(I start to relax)..."It's just all over her, the blanket, the car seat and the floor. (Well...craaaap.)
Once we get home I find that Luke has fallen asleep. So, I pull his 38 lbs of dead weight out of his car seat, and lug him up the stairs to his room. Back out to the van and I help the puked on child out of her puked on area and upstairs. Upon taking her temperature, I find that even after her dose of Tylenol, she is still sporting a temp of 101.5. Yikes. She earned herself a dose of Ibuprofen and tepid bath water.
I head back out to the van and pull the ear-piercing, screaming baby out of the van. I feed her while the older girls are entertaining Avery in her bath.
All is well in the world.
Ha ha ha ha.
You didn't fall for that, did you?
Presley finishes eating and immediately spits up all over herself and my lap. I quickly sit her up to burp her...and enough poop, for a small country, evacuates her diaper and soaks through her outfit. I am now covered in spit-up AND poop. Oh, the joys of motherhood.
I carefully lift her up, put her up to my shoulder and carefully begin to pat her back to dislodge any further bubbles. My darling daughter thanks me by puking down my back.
She's now cleaned up, re-fed and I handed her off to my extremely helpful 7 year old, because she wanted to lay her in her crib.
But...wouldn't you know? On the way up the stairs, Pres spit up again.
On the stairs.
On Bay.
On Bay's jammies.
In Bay's mouth.
Looks like my nightmarish chaos...is genetic.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Lifestyles Of The Poor And Unknown

I'm long overdue for an update of my chaotic life. Things always seem to be changing around here and even living it...I have a hard time keeping up!

Bailey is doing great in school. Soccer is starting soon and she's trying to convince me that her time would be better spent in dance. I'm trying to make her understand that right now, I don't have the time for dance class. If a good dance instructor was here in town, that would be a different story...but having to drive to the next town is just too much for me right now. Ryleigh is excited about soccer and can't wait for it to start. She has been put in a special reading class at school and will be going to school early two days a week to participate in it. I'm so proud of her. Avery has been feeling better since her surgery. She had another asthma attack this morning, but all in all, it's been a good winter for her. She can't wait to start soccer this spring, either. It will be her first time playing. Pray with me, that she won't beat the crap out of someone else's child! Luke can't wait to start school (next year, buddy) and can't wait to play soccer (next year, buddy). Poor kid. He's always waiting to get "big enough" to do what his sisters are doing. Presley is doing fantastic. She just over 9 lbs now. At 15 weeks old, she's still very tiny, but is developing her own little personality. She's such a smiley kid and loves to be in my arms.

I just started back to school this week. I'm finishing the horrible, awful, pain in the butt math class that I was taking last semester, as well as the art class I didn't get to finish. I'll be so super happy when that math class is nothing but a distant memory. Taking this class is only a little less painful than shoving splinters underneath my fingernails.

So, I've already said that her scans came back crappy. They've basically run out of all options for her. They advised her that it is probably time to call hospice. We know this road...traveled it all too recently with Josh's brother, Jared.
However, because of an amazing woman, we may have another option. I met this woman through a "blog" on babycenter.com. Both her and her husband are in the medical field and when she read what I posted about mom, she offered to send her medical records to some "miracle" oncologist in Los Angeles. Right now, three different docs are pouring through mom's medical history and trying to find an alternate angle that hasn't been done yet. All we can do is hope and pray.

I started Weight Watchers again, a month ago. So far, only 4 lbs lost...but at least it's in the right direction. Losing weight, while nursing, has never been a talent of mine. Slow and steady wins the race, right? I'm hoping by the end of the summer I will be where I want to be...but unless the amount I'm losing increases...I won't even be close. All I can do is try.
And put down the damn Pringles can.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Presley's Adjustment

I LOVE my chiropractor. He's fantastic. He is so wonderful and patient when I show up for my appointments, with all my wee people in tow.
During one of my appointments, I told him about Presley's fussiness and crying periods. I wondered if he could possible help her with it. He suggested bringing her in and seeing what could be done.
He explained that babies go through quite the adjustment phase after birth. They float in water for months and months and when they are born, their muscles and joints can hurt, because they aren't used to using them.
So far, we've been to see him 3 times, each a week apart. The first time he adjusted her, I was so confused. I thought he was just holding her and admiring her cuteness. I had no idea that he was actually doing the adjustment! He said that her lower ribs were a bit tight and he worked on that for her.
Chalk it up to coincidence or her just getting older...but she's doing so much better! She isn't having the crying periods anymore and she's become quite smiley!
I can't thank him enough!

This pic is from her first session and you can see her upset. She grunted a bit and he said that's how you can tell that a certain area is bothering her. Now, when I take her and he does her adjustments she doesn't get upset at all.

I can't believe how big she is getting! Where does the time go? And how can I make it stop?

Monday, March 2, 2009

I'm Still Here

I know I'm loved when my grandparents write me an e-mail wondering why I haven't blogged in a while! ;)
(Hi, Meme and Pepe!)

I wish I had some fabulous reason as to why I haven't blogged.
But I don't.
Actually, it's not even a good reason.

Mom got her scan results last week and it was bad news. Very bad news. I won't go into details, because honestly? I'm hanging by a thread. I'll post a more update version, very soon. But for now, I'm just emotionally overwhelmed.

I haven't had the desire to post and really lacked the ability to come up with something funny and light-hearted to blog about.

So, bear with me. I will post again.
I just need more time.