Thursday, January 31, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
My word for the year is "Remember."
I think that if I were to really apply this word I wouldn't be such a stink so much of the time. I think depression wouldn't hit so hard. I think I would enjoy things more and appreciate what I have more.
So my goal is to apply this little word more in these ways:
I want to REMEMBER that my kids are only little once, and so I need to appreciate the silly things, the naughty things, the adorable things, even the hard things we encounter with them.
I need to REMEMBER how blessed I am to have the husband I do and the wonderful romance we share. Sometimes it seems like the giddy romance was a lifetime ago when we get caught up in being "mom" and "dad." But at the end of the day, he really is what matters most and the one I want to share everything with.
I need to REMEMBER life is for learning. Sometimes I take the "pity me" attitude too much and forget I couldn't appreciate the good in life if I didn't have the bad.
I need to REMEMBER my family and friends and try to be there for them the best I can.
I need to REMEMBER to pray. I am sometimes forgetful with this one. I pray with Bill, with the kids, and we pray as a family. But I forget to pray by myself or for myself.
I need to REMEMBER who I am in the grand scheme of things and that being "just a mom" is enough for now. Someday hopefully I will be able to see the rewards of being home by seeing my kids grow up to be wonderful adults. I know it is important. It is just easy to forget why.
I need to REMEMBER to journal the things my family experiences together. Such precious memories.
I need to REMEMBER to make every day count and to make a difference for the good each day.
There are so many things I need to REMEMBER. But the hardest one of all:
I need to REMEMBER to REMEMBER!
Monday, January 28, 2008
Last night, Bill and I were watching "Extreme Makeover - Home Edition" when they broke in with the breaking news that our sweet prophet, President Hinckley had passed away. We just stood there kind of shocked. I think we probably should have seen it coming because he was 97 years old. However, he still seemed so full of life and the man never stopped. I think we both maybe felt like he was sort of invincible.
I woke up this morning and was watching the "Today Show" just for the first forty-five minutes or so just waiting to see what they would say about it. Guess what they said? Nothing. No mention of it. They talked about overseas markets, gas prices, who will win the super bowl, etc. But not a mention of the greatest man who was living on the earth's passing.
Now I know I live very close to the situation and I can't expect the rest of the world to take note of someone I admire so much. So instead of waiting for the news to do their tribute, I will do one of my own because I definitely think his life is worth noting.
President Hinckley was a prophet I loved to listen to. I always felt like he had such a genuine love for each member of our church - and even those not of our faith. He was so real. He seemed to be so aware of events and circumstances in the world and always knew how to lead through trials. He saw the good in the wicked world we live in and was excited about the future. I think that is what I will miss the most. He brought such a calm to such tumultuous times. He taught how to be a kind and caring spouse. He taught how to be the kind of parent we are expected to be. He taught so many things, and was truly someone to try to emulate. His humor made him personable, his smile made him seem approachable, and his testimony made him a spiritual giant of a man. Nothing I say can ever do justice to the man who has been a prophet for so much of my life. I just know he was a prophet called by God to lead this gospel in this time. No one could have been better in that calling than he was.
And call me crazy, but I wonder if the big storm I mentioned in my previous post is the world's way of mourning the loss of such a great man. Who knows? But either way, he will be missed by many. The sadness over his loss is purely selfish on my part because I won't get to hear more sweet conference addresses or fun little quips of his, or feel of his comforting enthusiasm for what is in store in the future. But he is with his sweet wife again. I am so happy that he gets to again be with his eternal companion whom he has missed so much for the last four years. It definitely is a bittersweet event.
Thank you, President Hinckley, for being such a good example of the kind of person I want to someday be. You will be sorely missed.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Who prayed for more snow? Have we not had enough already this year? And now there is more to come tomorrow and Monday. It is never going to end!!!
I am grateful for the moisture. Heaven knows I hate a drought situation. But why can't it just stay in the mountains for people who actually like it to go skiing on?
I don't ski. I did a few times before I was married. It's fun. But now I am too afraid that I will hit a tree and die and orphan my kids or something. I can be a klutz like that.
I don't like to drive in the stuff, and I certainly hate worrying about my husband commuting in it. I wish we lived in a place where everything shut down at the slightest skiff of snow. Think how many days off my kids and husband would have had so far this winter. What fun - we could get out the games, blankets, and hot chocolate and just stay inside. But no such luck. Utah doesn't shut anything down unless the snow is so deep it knocks down the power poles. Oh, frustrating. And don't get me started on the kids standing outside in line before school in the crud. That is another story for another day.
But, really, whoever (or whomever - whatever the correct term is) is praying for all this. I beg you to PLEASE STOP! Not only am I sick of it, but my son is distraught because our blow-up Frosty in the front yard has been buried for a month. He is very concerned and misses his buddy.
If that dang groundhog sees his shadow next week, I swear I will fly to Pennsylvania and shoot him!
Have a nice winter (that seems like it will never end)!
Friday, January 25, 2008
1. I have all the kids (except for Kate - but only because she isn't old enough yet) converted to my favorite breakfast: Toast and chocolate milk. I've eaten it for years and love it. Don't know why, I just do.
2. Our last two kids were definitely not planned.
3. We wouldn't send either one back!!!
4. We are doing everything possible to prevent more surprises.
5. We lived in Texas for a year, and loved it.
6. We hated the cockroaches though. Yuck!
7. I hate pecan pie because I think the pecans look like a bunch of roaches. (I am scarred for life!)
8. Bill is 1/4 Irish, so I have had to learn to embrace St. Patrick's Day - a holiday I used to HATE!
9. When Bill and I watch a movie, we love to eat popcorn with Junior Mints dumped in it. YUMMY!
10. My family all loves to play the game "Would You Rather..."
11. We have home-made cookies in our house at least twice a week.
12. But we have cold cereal for dinner at least twice a week too. (Where are my priorities?)
13. Rylee thinks the word "Mississippi" is spelled: "M-R-S-Period-S-I-P-P-I."
14. Lana thinks the restaurant Red Robin is really "Wed Wobin Hood."
15. Hayden's favorite song is "Barbie Girl."
16. That makes Bill so proud. Yeah right! He just says Hayden thinks Barbie is hot.
17. Bill and I love to play "Dance Dance Revolution" or play racquetball together.
18. We haven't done either one in almost two years because it seems like I have been either pregnant or constantly nursing the past two years.
19. I will make sure we do one or both in the next two weeks. YEAH!
20. I hate grocery shopping.
21. So Bill does it - what a sweetheart.
22. And he usually takes a kid or two with him.
23. He is Superman!
24. Rylee loves Spongebob.
25. Lana loves Lazy Town.
26. Hayden loves anything Elmo.
27. Kate loves people to talk to her.
28. The first movie Bill and I saw together was "Titanic."
29. I can't stand that movie any more ever since I had kids. Way too sad.
30. I love to let the kids have late nights and make a big tent with blankets over the t.v. so they can sit inside and watch a movie.
31. Bill and I want to take ballroom dance classes together this year.
32. I love it when the kids start laughing uncontrollably during family prayer.
33. I love office supply stores. I'm sick.
34. My brother-in-law is a dentist.
35. I still hate going to the dentist.
36. I hate hearts on jewelry.
37. When I was a kid, my nickname was "Wee-wee" because my little brother couldn't say "Hilary."
38. The name fits. I have a small bladder.
39. Bill's nickname as a kid was "Poodgie."
40. He is going to shoot me for revealing that one.
41. Bill and I like to write funny little poems together. I will post the one we wrote to introduce our family in church on a later post.
42. My biggest pet peeve: When I have just cleaned a bathroom and someone goes and pees or poops in there. What is it about a clean bathroom that makes a kid have to go?
43. Someday I want to go to Australia and hold a baby Koala bear.
44. My girls love to sleep on an air mattress in the family room sometimes on the weekends.
45. The kids don't think it is a real birthday party unless there is a pinata.
46. We are all sick of the snow.
47. We all love the Cinnamon Burst bread from Great Harvest.
48. Whenever I take the time to paint my girls' nails, they have it picked off in an hour or less.
49. I hate dressers.
50. My kids all have Rubbermaid drawers in their closets instead of dressers.
Hope you enjoyed our silly little family secrets!!!
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Hey, this is fun! I like the "Barbie Girl" ringtone. But it is even more fun to stick the sound in my mouth and only hear the song when I open my mouth! What a great trick! If I keep my mouth closed, my mom won't hear the song and know I am playing with this magical thing!
Wow, I almost have this thing figured out! How do I text my buddy, Squishy, down the street? I can't ask my mom because she has no idea how to text! Those of us in this younger generation are so much cooler!
Oh, shoot. I am officially busted! What should I do? Do you think my mom will care?
Maybe if I just look sweet and innocent, Mom won't notice! Oh, wait. She must not be mad. She is sitting here taking pictures of me.
THAT'S MY GIRL!!!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
A few months ago, Rylee came home from school complaining about a mean boy. We brought the problem up with her teacher at parent-teacher conference and were told that, "The boy's parents don't really know what to do with him either." Well, fantastic, but I don't find that acceptable. Let's just excuse kids who act like turds and look away. Maybe if we ignore the problem long enough, it will go away. I DON'T THINK SO!!!
So, the school year progresses and just after Thanksgiving, Rylee stops eating breakfast and dinner and brings home most of the lunch I send with her to school every day. You need to understand, she is the one who appreciates food. She tries new things and loves all kinds of food. She is my one who isn't a garbage gut, and she really appreciates a good healthy meal. So for her to never eat is weird. She kept telling me her tummy hurt all the time.....
Finally, last Wednesday it all came to a head when I tried to feed her yet again and she said she wasn't hungry. So after asking about a million questions I finally found out that she was afraid to go to school because of this same stinkin' boy. She said that right after Thanksgiving he started finding her on the playground every recess and tripping her or pushing her down. Then the dang kid recruited two other boys to gang up on her. I asked her why she didn't tell me this earlier and she proceeded to explain to me that there was nothing we could do about it. When I asked her why, she told me that we had already told the teacher at parent-teacher conference and she had told the teachers after recess numerous times with hardly no consequence to the boys. (They have to "pull a bear" if they are naughty. If they pull three bears in a day they get an "oops ticket". Wooptie freakin' doo!) So basically they can torment her all they want with no real consequence and get a fresh start the next day. Don't get me wrong, I believe in second and third chances. But seriously, when it is a recurring, daily problem, how many chances does a kid deserve? Anyway, I also asked Rylee if she walked away from them on the playground and told them to stop. She said she did. She said she always tried to completely steer clear of them, but she was always found and tormented. No tolerance for bullying - MY FOOT!
Well, after getting all of this out of her, I kept her home from school the next morning for a mental health day and we went to the school to talk to the principal. He wasn't there, but we left him a note to call us and we went for donuts. She then wanted to go back to school after lunch as long as she didn't have to go out for recess. So I took her back and talked to the teacher again. To her credit she did talk to the boys and make them apologize. I think she could see that we meant business. To make a long story short the principal called after school and I explained everything. I told him I was trying to keep "Mama bear" inside and be objective. Maybe she was teasing them or egging it on somehow. But the principal said she probably wasn't exaggerating and that he would talk to her the next morning first thing.
I am so proud of Rylee! I was afraid she wouldn't want to talk to the principal, but she wanted to do it herself. I agreed she should. I think too many people forget that kids have something to say and we sometimes forget to keep our mouths shut and let them talk instead of talking for them. Now she knows she can have a say in her own conflict resolutions and that she is surrounded by adults who will listen. The problem is now resolved. The principal handled it beautifully and Rylee ate meals all week. She is a different kid. But I still have one problem.
My daughter isn't perfect. I am definitely not a parent who thinks her kids can do no wrong. However, she showed a lot of maturity in this whole thing. She thought it through and figured she had no other options and that she was just going to deal with it even though it was making her sick. Bill and I have raised her to always respect people and that she doesn't ever need to resort to teasing, bullying, etc. But have we raised a big pantie-waste? (I have no idea how you correctly spell that, but you know what I mean!) Before Rylee went in to talk to the principal, Bill said he was going to teach her where to really kick a boy to hurt him. I have to say, I didn't entirely disagree. Up to that point, she was shown by the school's actions (or lack thereof) that "boys will be boys" and they can get away with being mean. So then what happens when she grows up and, heaven forbid, is on a date and a boy tries something. She does NOT need the belief that "boys will be boys" and she just better take it. So what if nothing had been resolved with the principal and the boys kept bullying her? We would both feel out of options. Am I a bad mom to say that at that point I would tell her to give that boy a taste of his own medicine and to really make it bad? When do we teach our kids it is time to be assertive and defend themselves? How many chances do people have? Honestly, after seeing my daughter not eat for a month and a half, I think I would rather have her kick the kid's butt (or something else) than be sick. What do you think? I could go on and on about this one, but I just need some feedback. I didn't bargain for these questions and issues when I signed up to be a mom. And she is only in first grade!!! Holy crap!
Monday, January 14, 2008
And to make matters worse, my husband just turns twenty-nine in March. So he still has more than a year until he is thrity. Hate that! I feel like I am on the downward slide of life now. Not only am I getting old, but my body is literally on the downward slide. Girls, you know what I mean - everything starts heading downward. Seriously, no amount of Botox can help some things.
So my question is, when do we officially become old and how the heck do I avoid it because I am finding the "thirty" word is really freaking me out. And please don't tell me to have another baby in order to stay young. NO WAY!!! But please, anyone who has overcome the "thrity" word, please clue me in to your secrets. I need to know life will go on and, if possible, get better after thirty. I really need to feel like my life isn't ending in less than six months. HELP!!!
Friday, January 11, 2008
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This is our pet pig. Isn't he cute? Rylee discovered him! Do you see it? He lives in our kitchen! And our next pet.....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Okay, so I bought Bill this shirt for Christmas, and I LOVE it on him! It makes me gush. I am nicknaming it his "sexy shirt." I know there are water spots on it in the picture, but that is because he just got done helping kids wash hair in the bath and snuggled Hayden for a minute while his hair was still wet. So I thought it made the picture even more endearing. It is a perfect illustration of the way he gets involved with the kids and helps me all the time. He is such a fantastic daddy and husband. How I ever talked him into marrying me, I'll never know. I guess I just got extremely lucky there!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
- I woke up to a buddy boy screaming for half-an-hour no matter what I did to try to calm him down.
- The Wiggles video finally calmed him down, so guess what has been on for the last three hours over and over and over and.......
- Drama of a first grade girl this morning. Need I say more? Just in case you don't know what I mean, this is what happened: She said she hopes she doesn't come home from school sick because she has a little sniffle. This lead to her saying she wants to be home-schooled. Then the whining about home-school because she couldn't make more friends. DRAMA, DRAMA, DRAMA. It continued until she got to school!!!
- Hearing, "Mom, I want..." about five thousand times before 9:30 this morning! My children seem to have forgot that I did teach them the "please" word.
- Three poopie diapers already this morning. Good crud, can a mom ever catch a break?
- Okay, nothing worse than hearing your three-year-old chomp her food and smack it around while she eats breakfast. Makes my skin crawl! And she does it worse the more I ask her to chew with her mouth closed PLEASE! Oh, and the "sea food" joke - NOT FUNNY!
- "Cleaning Day," which for me is Monday. However, I am still recovering.
- The fact that I had all the laundry DONE last night - empty laundry baskets- and now one is full already. HATE THAT!
- The worst headache contributor: I have no cookies in my house! Guess what I will be doing this afternoon? OH YEAH! Cookies with Pepsi. That ought to cure it!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Last night, we gave Kate her first try at the Gerber Puffs. We even gave her the kind our other kids have loved - the strawberry/banana ones. But as you will see, she may be our first one to dislike them. Do you think Gerber would put her in a commercial for their puffs? Hehehe!
"I've tried strawberry jam and loved it, I've licked fruit snacks and thought those were pretty yummy, I've had some ice cream (thank you Grandma Eccleston) and liked it. So more new food must be good."
"I'll just let this roll around in my mouth for a minute or two and see what I think about it. Hmmmm."
She kind of doesn't like it...
Okay, she officially hates it!
"Dad, what is this crap you are making me eat and why do you just sit there and grin at me?"
Then, this morning I was taking a bath with Kate because it is just easier that way. Now I don't understand why that means it is "family gathering time" but for some reason it does. So as I was in the bath with Kate, the other two girls were sitting on the side of the tub with their feet in the water. We always have interesting conversations during these times. Today it was about "Benchtables" as Lana calls them. Translation: vegetables. She said, "Mom, guess what's my favorite kind of benchtables?" This was a question I had never really pondered before because Lana doesn't like to come anywhere near any vegetables. So, I started down the list of the "normal" vegetables. I said, "Is it carrots, corn, peas, potatoes, broccoli, cucumbers, beans?" As soon as I said beans, she said, "Yup, I love beans...Jelly Beans." Figures. I should have known. A mom can always hope her three-year-old will be excited about benchtables.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
This past few months have been quite a roller-coaster ride for me and my family. I absolutely ADORE my sweet baby and my darling kids and my wonderful husband and I really do have a great life and nothing to complain about. However, I get post-partum pretty bad. I had it bad after Hayden, and then it came to visit again after Kate. For those of you who have never had the joy of experiencing this wonderful condition, be so grateful. I don't want to dwell on it or go into details about it, but I do want to mention a few people who have helped me and in what ways they have so that if you ever know anyone who goes through this, you may get some ideas of how to help.
For starters: There is my husband. He has had to see ALL of my ugly sides that come out during this and try to love me through it all. I don't know how I got so lucky to have someone who loves me so unconditionally and truly tries to help me by calling my doctor, giving me a break when I need it, letting me flip out for no good reason, and then talking me down from my flip-outs. I could write forever about all he has done, but I will save the gushy stuff for Valentine's Day!
Next, there is Jenn. She is one of those friends that makes me tired to just talk to because she is always so happy and busy and full of so much positive energy. But if I ever have a bad day, she understands and doesn't judge me. I feel like I can just be me with her and she just wants to help and be there in whatever way she can. She is one of those friends I don't get to talk to as much as I would like, but every time I talk to her I know we will be such good friends forever. I wish she lived closer so maybe I could absorb some of her positive energy! I learn so much from her because she is always so concerned with how others are doing and wants to see her friends happy. She is an awesome mom and wife too. I constantly learn from her example.
Then there is Marja. Maybe she doesn't realize what she has done for me this year, but you know when someone seems like they have so many more important or more interesting things they could be doing than paying attention to you? Those people make you feel so important when they take time to listen. Well, that is Marja. She takes a genuine interest in my life and that of my family. Whenever we get a chance to see her, she sits and looks at you and is genuinely interested in what you have to say. When I told her I had some depression issues she emailed me some information she had found on it for another friend. She is just like that. And her smile - it just lights up a room. I love to sit and laugh with her. She is one of those people that just makes you forget about your problems when you are with her because you are having so much fun laughing.
Then we have Amy. She is one of those friends that thinks about other people a lot more than most. She does something kind for someone else just about every day. I am amazed at the amount of service she gives to others. She has such a kind heart and is the kind of friend that really does pray for you and is very in tune if you need something. She's the kind that will call you and say, "I just had a feeling you needed me today." Everyone needs a friend like her. Unfortunately, friends like her get used a lot because she is always there and so willing to lend a hand. I just hope someday I can be more like her. Not only is she sweet, but she is so funny. I remeber one of the first times I ever talked to her she was talking about her kids picking up on the choice words we all let slip sometime. She said she told her kids they couldn't swear until they are eight because she is accountable for them until then, but once they are eight they can swear all they want because it isn't on her shoulders any more. I adored her from that minute on. She is awesome.
Okay, there are many, many people who have helped me through rough times who I could mention. Bill has done the things for me and has supported me in a way that only a husband can, but there are also ways a close girlfriend can help you in a way no one else can. That one friend who has seen more than anyone else besides Bill already knows who she is. She has seen me through post-partum with two babies, and has been a constant source of encouragement and support. She is there whenever I need to talk through something or to just have the company of a friend. Really, besides the whole blood issue, she is a sister. I believe 100% that she was placed in my life for a reason. I don't know how I would have survived so many days without her. And don't get me wrong, we don't always just sit and bawl on the phone, or complain about life, or have pity parties. Most of the time we have very upbeat conversations and we laugh and laugh. But believe it or not, we have even had a couple of arguments (which I think are mostly because I am hormonal). But she is a good enough friend that we can talk about stuff, get it out in the open, and get over it just as fast as it came. I really don't know that I've ever had a girlfriend I am completely comfortable being honest with. (She is one of those friends that would tell me my butt looks big while trying on jeans, and I wouldn't be offended. Not that she ever has, but we just have that kind of a friendship.) Everyone needs someone like her to talk to. When I am having a real downer day, I don't get the judgmental comments from her like I do from some other people. (You know: You must be doing something wrong if you are feeling like that, etc.) She just listens and tries to understand. She gets it! When most women are feeling down, they need to just get it off their chest and have someone listen. That in itself helps so much. And then instead of criticism, from her I even get compliments! She is always building me up and trying to make me see the good in myself. She doesn't encourage the self-pity, but she validates my feelings (a very hard line to walk, I think). I could go on and on about the things she has done for me, but it all boils down to the fact that she has made such a huge impact on my life that at the end of the day I am a different person, a better person because of her. I honestly don't know how me or my family could have made it this far without her. She has a genuine love and concern for me, my husband and my kids. Kindness and friendship like that is priceless. I don't know what I have done to deserve to be counted among her friends, but I am so grateful, and hope to someday be the kind of friend she is to me.
So, since I HATE New Year's Resolutions because I can never keep them, my goal is to just try to learn from the friends I have been blessed with and try to be a better friend for them and because of them. That is my resolution. HAPPY NEW YEAR, and may you all have meaningful, lasting friendships throughout the year!!!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
I love this picture of Bill and Hayden. It was taken on New Year's Day. I love it because Bill has a tradition of making the same dip every New Year's Day and watching football. This year, he had his little buddy to watch football with. They both enjoyed the traditional chips and "Dip, Dip, Dip, Dip," as Hayden calls it. I love the manly bonding!