Thursday, December 22, 2011
But he's feeling much better now. Because he gave it to me.
And we're supposed to be leaving today for Washington to see the fam for Christmas. And I'm in charge of Jocelyn's class party, sending treats for Gage's. Plus packing and loading the car (which could take me a week with my organizational skills) cleaning the house, and remembering every gift and where it is and what it's wrapped in and... having a tummy bug like this has given me another unexpected gift:
Timeable at about 6-7 minutes for the last 2 days. And they kinda hurt.
And you know how it makes me feel?
These are not baby-birthing contractions. They are just the kind that make me remember the baby-birthing contractions alot more clearly.
Since this is not my first rodeo, you'd think I'd be prepared and could deal! Right?!? But I am weak. And the realization that I am still a weenie after all these kids is, well, a big fat slice of humble pie. Sheesh.
For now, I will be treating any signs of pre-term labor with trashy magazines and junk food while I curl up in the seat next to Tony as he drives us all to Washington.
(Such a good sport, that one. Drives the whole way every time and never complains. I just have to worry about the kids and the snacks! He's a keeper.)
And hopefully, this little bug will have run it's course by the time we get there on Friday and we won't share with anyone else, because I am looking forward to the most lovely, yucky free, Christmas Day ever!
(I will be taking ziplock bags in the car, though. Just in case. For easy disposal of tummy messes, if you get my drift. I mean, I do have 3 other kids that haven't had it yet... Maybe that's why Tony offers to drive.)
Friday, December 16, 2011
Nikon Monarch Binoculars. In Real Tree camouflage. Good grief.
He walked out of that party so pleased I thought he'd bust his buttons.
(And frankly, I was thinking he was an idiot till I googled them this morning and found out they retail for $299.99. Guess the jokes on me, right?)
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
"This is my wish," he says, grinning at our little crowd.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
So this is what the aunts, uncles, and cousins are getting: a 2-liter of soda.
I did add some cute little tags and ribbons to make myself feel better.
I suppose I could also wrap a little box of popcorn to go with... but I think I will be busy that day cleaning marker off the walls. Again! Those little devils...
Monday, November 28, 2011
The big event was Gage's baptism! (We had it the Saturday after Thanksgiving since all the fam was going to be more available-ish.)
Somehow, I ended up not taking a single photo. Tragic, I know! My mom and sis took a few, so I will have to beg copies from them, but that morning was madness and whilst trying to deal with all hullabaloo: had to fill the font ourselves, so Tony goes early and Ta-Da! the font is still full with freezing, buggy water from the last baptism. Let's just say Uncle Brandon saved the day with some sport shorts and some mad swimming skillz. Bishopric member was late, and couldn't get the closet with the baptismal clothing to open, Krew has diarrhea during welcome. No wipes.
You know how it goes.
We got started a little late, but the service ended up being so special. I felt such an overwhelming joy that this was happening for our son, that Tony could be the one performing the ordinances and that we could all be there together for my big little boy! I will remember it always.
Thanks to everyone who helped make it such a special day for Gage! You're the best!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full!
One for my master, one for the dame,
One for the little boy who lives down the drain..."
P.S. She also asked me why those first people on the earth always wore trash.
What would I ever do without her?
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Silvermist, Tink's other friend.
(I was a pumkin. I'm sure you can only imagine how lovely that was. And you'll have to since there are no pics.)
I got to help with Jocelyn and Gage's class parties, which was tiring but I'm glad I could be there. Krew helped too. LOTS. ;) Lauren's preschool only did a treat. Grinches.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
In my head he looks just like Krew. My last appointment they did a few more pictures for me in the fancy 3D, and he was covering his eyes in one of the pictures. The bottom half of his face, cheeks, lips, chin could have been a photograph of Krew.
I guess we'll just see if he's a blondie/bluey or a brownie/brownie! Cuz we got two of each! It would be fun to have a blonde, brown-eyed baby or a blue-eyed brunette baby too! Or green eyes... Our genes could really give us any combo... We could even have one with black hair (My dad has black hair).
Another thing that's sortof all over the place is our name choosin'. We keep going the rounds and never really agreeing on anything.
Tony has a great-great-great-great-ish grandfather name William Wallace. (Not "the" William Wallace, but obviously named after him.) He thought that would be a lovely name. I told him it was fine if he'd perform the blessing in a kilt and use a fake Scottish accent. He's considering it.
We like Bode, but there's already a Beau in the fam. I think it might be too confusing since we've already got 2 Ashleys, 2 Marks, 2 Davids, and 2 Jacksons to try to keep straight.
Jocelyn suggested Tommy. I kinda like it. Alot.
Gage suggested Jaron, which is also very nice. Unexpectedly tasteful from Gage.
I like Dylan. Tony asked if I was stuck in the 90's? I told him yes.
I also like Hayden. But we have a Kaden!
I saw the name Boone on a photography blog. Kinda love it! Love how it sounds with Gage and Krew.
Lauren suggested Tootie. Which is our family's word for flatulence. Classic.
You'd think by this point in the game, we'd have it narrowed down! I mean, we have done this before...
Back when I thought this baby might be a girl, we had only few names we both considered: Leah, Aven, Bridgit, Alexa or Avery. (Well, I like Bridgit. Tony thinks it sounds like the name for a little fluffy dog.)
So I guess we'll have to just wait and see! Only about 100 more days...
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
A choo-choo train
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Doesn't he just melt your little heart? I know, mine too.
He hasn't been taking naps for months now and hardly sleeps at night because he crawls out of the pack-n-play lickety split! This is the hardest thing we are going through with him right now... Last night he went to bed at a quarter to 12 and was up before 7. He will be going strong all day. I wish I had his energy! And his golden curls.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
My apologies to anyone who feels out of the loop. We just started telling people this week. I was still trying to wrap my own head around the idea of 5 kids with the oldest one BARELY being 8.
Pretty much loving my new OB. He does an ultrasound every visit, even though I'm not high risk or having multiples. It's just their policy. Bless them for their policy.
He says he thinks it's a boy, but I thought it all just looked like toes. I am unconvinced. But luckily, we get to see again next month, so it's no biggy! (Tony, of course, is sure and always has been sure that it is a boy.)
February 3rd, you just got a great big red circle around you on my calendar!
Yay and Yikes simultaneously!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Tony let me pick where we ate- two bowls of Creamy sausage pasta at Craigo's YUM- and he let me go wander around the craft store that I miss so much.
I bought paper.
And since I've had over a year to think about it, I made you a little list.
Where Idaho rocks the house:
Better fabric and craft stores, especially Home Fabrics.
I preferred the tiny, neighborhood elementary schools.
I miss my friends and neighbors, and miss living on a street where my kids had friends. I still miss my house.
Better DownEast Home store
A TEMPLE in TOWN...
Better local grocery store
And I have to say I loved the big, active LDS population in Rexburg.
You don't feel like cooking? Fast food? Take your pick. It's a college town for crying out loud!
Cheap movies theater.
Fewer rattlesnakes. And maybe just fewer snakes.
Where Utah takes the cake:
It's prettier here. By FAR.
Taxes are seriously 1/7th of Madison County's. (Which is why they have better parks and libraries.)
I get to be by family and old friends.
Better hospitals. And seeing a specialist doesn't mean leaving the state!
Bigger selection of shopping within an hour's drive. For pretty much anything you could want.
Tai Pan Trading. My personal treat.
These guys KNOW how to do snow-removal.
The mountains buffer the sunrise and sunset. On that wide, flat plain the sun was up earlier and down later. Summer= LONG DAYS!
I get to see Tony every day.
Milder winters and LESS wind- I didn't say no wind. But less.
Not so many hobo spiders.
Immediate access to mountains and range ground. It's like therapy sometimes.
Better ball fields.
Easier to find places for swimming lessons. Since more than one person has a pool.
Honestly I could go on and on, but who else is going to change Krew's diaper?
Living both places I have been so impressed by the people I meet. We've met some wonderful folks who have enriched our lives. Such a blessing.
And someday we'll get a place of our own again and I so look forward to being able to make a home for our family.
We drove past a few of our old houses; we had such nice memories in each. We showed the kids some of our first apartments, mostly crappy ones, and they were like, "I don't remember living there." That's cuz you weren't born yet. "Oh."
It was strange for them to imagine me and Tony living a life without them. I can hardly remember it myself. Love them...
Cheers to Idaho!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Right after this, Lauren fell off the dinosaur backwards.
She's awesome like that.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The kids rocked at swimming lessons, we did Lagoon, and the library several times, and 4-wheelers, and playing with cousins CONSTANTLY since Jen's come to visit. Lots of yard work, and gardening, and the park and snow cones and BASEBALL out our ears!
For the last month, I have been at a ball diamond every night of the week. Now we've just cut down to Wednesdays and Thursdays for the adult leagues (Tony's mens' league is Wed, Co-ed league is Thurs.) I am embarrassingly bad. I used to say rusty, but that doesn't seem to quite capture the level of my ineptitude. Still, it has been so fun to sneak away for an hour and do something with other adults. I have some pretty fun cousins! Hopefully I can get a picture sometime during the season...
Long live summer!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
This isn't even him at his fastest! Such a funny little boy... Now you can imagine how we have so many accidents.
Bye bye new fence.
This fence got pushed down by debris.
And speaking of debris- the septic tank at the folks place is full. It has been for roughly ten years. Last week it finally began rejecting new entries. One of the kiddos used the potty downstairs. It would not flush! I, being more resourceful and less intelligent, plunge the dickens out of it. DEBRIS begins backing up into the bathtub. Can't clean the tub because there is nowhere for the water to drain. Awesome.
I beg my dad to call the septic tank guy the next morning. Then cleaned the tub with the same vigor I used to plunge that toilet. I think I have chemical burns on my hands. But who wants to bathe their kids in the poo tub?
Sunday, June 5, 2011
It has slowly gotten more and more crowded here in the bat cave because there are things I knew I wouldn't need for a few months, but as time dragged on- I brought in more of our stuff.
Because you can live without your IKEA kid dishes for 6 weeks. Not a year.
I thought by now we would be starting a house. And now I wouldn't be surprised if we waited another 2 years for all the red tape to untangle itself. So maybe we'll rent a place. Or stay. We'll see how it goes... The kids honestly don't mind it here.
It is harder on me; I read this little ditty in a house magazine and thought how did that author know how I feel and think even though I can't articulate it myself? She must be one smart lady...
"For those of us who hold the title, mom-ness weaves through our lives like no other purpose, tapping ever corner of our creativity, our determination, and our love. And, I might add, forever changing the way we view our homes. Because, for moms, houses are so much more that a style statement; they're an integral part of our ecosystem for shaping healthy, happy kids. In a hundred subtle ways, our homes communicate to our children about the things we value; the basket by the sofa for books and magazines, the stool in the kitchen that invites a chat, the art supplies and backyard games." By Gayle Goodson Butler.
I would add the music that you choose to play, the movies, videogames and entertainment we allow. Pets. The possibility of adding more brothers and sisters. Dinners at the table together. Having friends over and having parties for no good reason. Parking in a GARAGE in the winter. Choosing colors and details in a child's bedroom so they feel like I see of each of them as an individual; so they know that I KNOW them.
And I know this sounds like crazy-talk, but I kinda feel like renting whatever we can find is not the answer.
My kids need long term. My son, especially, needs to not change to a third school by his third year of school. (He is still traumatized by our last move.) My daughters need me to know other families well enough that I know when it's safe to say yes to a sleep-over. Tony needs somewhere to work at home in the evenings. Krew needs to get out of the Pack-n-Play in our room. The chunker barely fits. And he snores.
Hmmmm. Renting. It is an answer, I just don't know if it's THE answer.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
And some tender, heartwarming words of inspiration from Elder Jeffery R. Holland to help us all remember the sanctity and challenge of the mothers' task:
(I highlighted some of my favorite parts!)
"You can’t possibly do this alone, but you do have help. The Master of Heaven and Earth is there to bless you—He who resolutely goes after the lost sheep, sweeps thoroughly to find the lost coin, waits everlastingly for the return of the prodigal son. Yours is the work of salvation, and therefore you will be magnified, compensated, made more than you are and better than you have ever been as you try to make honest effort, however feeble you may sometimes feel that to be.
Remember, remember all the days of your motherhood: “Ye have not come thus far save it were by the word of Christ with unshaken faith in him, relying wholly upon the merits of him who is mighty to save.” Rely on Him. Rely on Him heavily. Rely on Him forever. And “press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope.”
You are doing God’s work. You are doing it wonderfully well. He is blessing you and He will bless you, even—no, especially—when your days and your nights may be the most challenging. Like the woman who anonymously, meekly, perhaps even with hesitation and some embarrassment, fought her way through the crowd just to touch the hem of the Master’s garment, so Christ will say to the women who worry and wonder and sometimes weep over their responsibility as mothers, 'Daughter, be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole.' And it will make your children whole as well."
Monday, May 9, 2011
Things here are super busy. I feel like everyone is trying to fit in everything before school ends (Pet day and park day and field trips and we signed Lauren up for a second preschool, soccer and juggling 3 different baseball leagues and Primary presidency meetings and...) So we're busy. So my posts are lame.
I did want to share a scary story. I guess I'm just still amazed that we dodged this bullet. I'm honestly sick when I think about it...
Saturday night we had a hot dog roast in the back yard with my parents. It was very nice and of course, the kids loved it. We even bought those jumbo marshmallows that are so awesome! Afterwards, Tony said he was going to run down to the storage unit to get the kids' bikes; I was helping clean up the BBQ stuff. The kids were all playing in the yard. I take in an armload of stuff and think "I should go get Krew before Tony leaves." I walk out the garage and see Tony running down the driveway. So I run, because the urgency in his movement is obvious.
I see my little precious baby getting up in the driveway exactly where Tony had just been parked. He had a big, bloody scrape on his cheek and his hands were all black. Neither of us saw what happened, but we think Tony backed over him. The truck must have knocked him down and then passed over him. We don't know what happened. All the other possibilities are also scary: was he climbing up on the running board and fell when the truck moved? Was he standing by the tires and got his jacket caught and was dragged down?
For the last few days I haven't wanted to let him out of my sight. I keep kissing him and holding him and following him around and giving him extra treats. I wanted to sleep with him, but I don't fit in the playpen. ;) And I've said about a thousand prayers of gratitude for the narrow miss. Of all the blessings I've begged in my life, the prayers said for my children are the only ones that I really care are heard.
So hug your kids. It's been about ten minutes since I hugged mine- so they're due for another!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Jocelyn's hair is pretty long. And it tangles somethin' fierce.
I always tease her in the mornings while we're trying to brush out all the tangles:
"Did you let a mouse make a little nest in your hair during the night?"
She always giggles.
"Uh oh. He had a little friend sleeping over here, too."
Brush, brush, brush.
You get the idea.
One night I was putting her to bed, and she had all her hair fanned out on her pillow, with a little shoe box with a Barbie pillow and a wash rag in the bottom. It was sitting on her hair, right above her head.
"Mom- it's to keep those mice out of my hair in the night!"
I laughed and told her she was a thoughtful, special little girl. Cuz she is.
Friday, March 18, 2011
I was informed that St. Patrick's Day is LAME by Gage, because I didn't make as big of a deal as, say, like Christmas. I am ashamed.
So we did try to make it more fun- decorations, green clothes, little cheap hats and necklaces for everyone in their classes, I hosted a preschool party for Lauren's class and let the big kids sluff school and come to the party.
Then we made little plates of treats to sneak over to the neighbors (Leprechauns are sneaky, you see, so we had to be too). We were just going to ring and then doorbell-ditch, but we got caught a lot. It was so funny to see them sneak up to the door all quiet and then once it was rung, they would all yell "RUN!!!" and hammer those little feet back to the get-away car.
I asked the kids if they had liked all the fun stuff we had invented, and by far the doorbell ditching thing was their favorite.
Me: "You guys want to do it again next year?"
Me: "Who should we make treats for next year?"
Gage: "Who is the slowest person we know?"
He's always thoughtful like that.
We capped the night off with our local wrestling tournament. Gage took fourth. Out of four.
He did really good though, and wasn't sad about losing until the last match. He had tried his hardest, and looked up to the score board and saw that he had only made one point (the other kid only had a couple more) and he hung his little head and started crying. They held up the other kids' hand and he walked over to Tony and just buried his head in his neck and bawled. It broke my heart. (I could tell Tony was hurting for him, too.) So we took him out for a cheeseburger and let him stay up late with us watching the "Gnome-mobile". He has recovered completely. Just like I tell Tony, a cheeseburger will do it every time. Or Oreos.
We did have an interesting little conversation on the way home, though. Mostly just Tony talking and me listening, really, which is unusual. He said that if our kids are going to do sports, he has to be around. And he can't do it with the job he has now. (FYI his current job is in a city almost 2 hours from our house. Add a 4 hour round-trip commute to a full work day and you have yourself an absentee father.) He mentioned that when we took the kids outside to throw the ball around last Sunday, he noticed an improvement in less than an hour. I told him that I thought that would be wonderful if he could be around more.
So the conversation just sort of stopped there, because this is something that I have been just a hopin' and a prayin' for! It's not a bad job, but our kids are getting older now and they need him to be around. Especially Gage, since his only brother is a toddler and we do not live in a neighborhood where he is regularly around other boys. I am anxious to see if this was just passing talk to sooth his bruised heart, or if he actually intends to make some changes.
Maybe we'll get lucky and find him a job closer to home.
And isn't today the day to hope for luck?
Yes. Yes it is.
Monday, March 7, 2011
2. Change clothes.
3. Eat lunch.
4. Clean dishes.
5. Go downstairs.
Things to do tonight:
1. Brush teeth.
2. Go to my room.
3. Get in bed.
4. Say prayers.
5. Go to "sleep."
6. Sneak my DS lite.
Apparently, he got my stealth gene. (Which is none, by the way.)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
I have been the non-snacking PRO for two months. I have made nutritious meals for my family and my parents (while catering to my mom's strange "allergy" to spices) almost every night and I no longer allow myself treats after dinner. I haven't drank soda in two months; only milk, juice, and water. Not that I was a big soda drinker before, but still... I have served salad with dinner 4 times a week, and often eat it for lunch.
SO GUESS HOW MUCH WEIGHT I'VE LOST????
3 pounds. In eight weeks. Boo.
That's the kind of weight I could gain back in one night with a good hearty Taggart's binge.
So this is what that number means to me: it means I have become a woman of a certain age. That certain age being the one where I have to get off my honey-bunners and work out! Be the woman sweating profusely with a face the color of an under-ripe plum while pushing a jog stroller and trailing children of various ages on their bikes behind her. The people who drive past, thinking "Should I stop and help her? She looks like she's not gonna make it..." or "That's a lot of kids. Oh look, there's another one crashed in the sage brush over there..."
All of this to be less embarrassed at the mommy-and-me swim class!
And to feel fit and strong, but mostly the swim thing.
So here's to the next 3 pounds; may you please not take me another 8 weeks to be rid of you. Cheers.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
He says three words:
I will leave it to your imaginations to decide what his experiences with our family have been like.
He has also decided that he is too old for naps. Lauren and Jossy stopped taking naps about this age too. I'm so sad, because I love his naps. They are the only time when I can do anything that requires cleaning products, sharp things, or pens. Boo.
Or do important things like blog or shop online for things I'm not going to actually buy.
So, here's a happy one and a half to the one and only Krew-B1-Kanoobi, the Scooby Krew. I love you.
Monday, February 14, 2011
'Cause that's what today is. . . our tenth anniversary. And I think my gift for Tony of new snow boots is lame. (But he needed some, so I got him some. But they do not contain any tin. Or aluminum. At least, that is what I imagine. They do have little metal eyelets, I wonder what those are made of. Maybe brass? Now I'm rambling.)
So who'd have every imagined we'd put up with each other for ten whole years? I know. Lots of people. This post will probably be a complete shocker and awer to a few out there...
But I can't say I'm surprised. Even when he drives me crazy, or makes a mess, or delivers bad news, or makes another mess, I can't seem to ever forget that he is indeed my best friend. He puts up with all my crazies, even the ones I try to hide from myself.
And I love his twinkly little eyes when he laughs, and his wide hands that are like bear paws. I LOVE that he still has his hair! I also love that a minimal amount of that hair has migrated to his back. (Given his family history, this is a reasonable concern.) I love that he still wears the same size pants as when we were married. I love how he sleeps with his palm to his forehead like he's trying to hold a sticker on or something. I love that when he gets home from work, he always has an anxious look on his face, hoping someone will run to give him a hug and yell "Daddy's home!" So many things...
So I think we're having a pretty good life together.
Here's to the next ten! Happy Anniversary.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Krew and Jossy have been feeling so yucky I took them to the doctor today. Lauren had to come with us, (she's feeling just as healthy and spunky as always) and we had another one of those cringe-worthy moments:
So we're waiting at the pharmacy for our prescriptions, and a heavy lady walks by with crutches. I'm a little unsure of what happens next because I ran to keep Krew from shoplifting pregnancy tests and multi-vitamins,
but it ends with me getting a dirty look from crutch-lady...
and Lauren telling me "I didn't say FAT."
Me: "Oh? Good."
Her: "I only said FAT BUTT."
Monday, January 24, 2011
But Happy New Years!
This year I plan to...
Teach Lauren the alphabet (because she's old enough to start kindergarten this year, and I'm still undecided if she's actually going to go because she's stubborn as a dead mule and refuses to learn.)
Lose ALL my baby weight. (Yes. Krew IS almost 18 months old. But I'm saying I've still got some chunkiness from when I was a baby!)
Move out of my parents' basement. (This one is kind of huge. I should've put it first. Having your mother tell you how to do your hair while you're doing your daughters' hair will kill your soul.)
I kinda like to start with low expectations. Then we're all less likely to be disappointed... Yes? Agreed? Hopefully I'll be able to do a few other things I have in mind too, but if I talk about it then I have to do it... so shrouded in silence they will stay. Just in case it turns out I have to drive carpool or blog or something.