Monday, August 31, 2009
Every Monday morning the garbage truck comes. Lyon loves watching it. I am always sure to point it out him so he remembers to go see. I can here it coming from anywhere in my house, so this should not be a difficult task to remember to do. This morning we missed it. I don't know how. What was I doing? When did it come? I know it has come because my garbage can is tipped over and empty. I feel bad, but there is always next week, right.
I have some peaches sitting on my work table in the kitchen. They are washed and ready to be eaten or used for cooking, canning, whatever. One minute they are there the next they are gone.... What has happened to them? My sweet little Lyon comes running into the kitchen.
he tells me.
He gets a chair and pushes it to the work table and grabs the last peach. I notice that he has something orange hanging from his chin and his shirt and hands are covered in something sticky. I realize he has been getting the peaches and eating them. Where was I? How did I miss this? How did I not see him?
We are at a family reunion in highland, at Phil's Aunts house. We got there and the kids ran off to play while Phil went to help set up. I am sitting at a table in the shade holding Fenix while keeping an eye on my boys. I am watching them the whole time. I watch as they play on the swing set and slide. I watch as they watch other kids play on the zip-line. I watch as they watch some older boys playing catch. They have almost my whole attention. Until Phil finishes and I go in the house to feed Fenix. At which point Phil watches the boys. I am sitting in the living room I can't see anything out side, but I have a great view of the living room, kitchen and hallway leading past the stairs to the basement, to the front door. When I finish I go back outside to sit with my family while we all eat.
Now at some point during this time my dear sweet baby boy, who is not really a baby but who are we kidding he will always be my baby boy, went into the house, down to the basement where there are alot of toys and a pool table. He dumped out the toys, made a huge mess, and was throwing pool balls around the room, when he was found by Phil's Aunt. (Or at least this is what I was told later that night while at a friends house visiting) Now this all happened before we ate.
I was watching the boys the whole time. I have been over and over this and cannot think of a time that he could have snuck off to engage in such mischief. I am horrified that MY son was the culprit. Upon first hearing the news I knew it couldn't possibly have been my child. I was watching him. I asked my son what he knew about it and he described what he did. Crap!!!
How did this happen? Where was I? How did I miss this?
Wait WHAT Happened? Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!
I really don't know.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Ahhhh! I love this one :D
I love that Bear stuck his head in this one, and the look on his face..:D Remember that pic of Mom Dad and Grandma that we snuck into Charity? That is what this reminds me of, lol!
Sisters, Sisters, never were there ever better sisters, ha ha, LOL!
Friday, August 21, 2009
Son #2 joins Son #1 and is trying to take the knife from him so he can use it. Son #1 is stronger than Son #2 and so pulls the knife from him straight into his face, barely missing his eye! Son #1 crys for a minute before continuing his task. Son #2 eats what Son #1 gives him then when Son #1 has finished his bread and jam, Son #2 takes over the knife and jam and sits there eating the jam out of the jar with the knife. Jam is everywhere! Where am I? I am sitting on the couch watching helplessly as I am breastfeeding my new baby girl. I don't want to unlatch her and make her start to cry and then go and get my sons bawling also.
Finally my daughter finishes and smiles up at me, thanks Mom, I smile back. I set her on a blanket on the floor and then proceed to clean up the mess my boys have made. I get the jar of jam cleaned off and back in the fridge when I notice my sons are jumping over, and running around my daughter who is very vulnerably on the floor. Before I can stop them Son #2 trips and falls, he does not land on my baby instead he smacks his face into the wooden arm of the couch. He is now on the floor screaming.
"If you fall on her she will have to go to the hospital,"
I calmly explain, as I hold and comfort Son #2 who is still covered in jam I can hardly see how bad the damage to his face because it is so covered in jam.
Son #1 turns on the TV, fine, I think, it will keep him preoccupied for a minute.
I am now holding my daughter and trying to comfort her as she as been traumatized having been on the floor for so long. Son #2 is in the bathroom. What is he doing? He is trying to wash his jam covered hands. With hand sanitizer. He comes to me climbs up on the couch next to me as I am now breastfeeding my daughter again, he kisses on the baby getting jam all over her and me. I decide it is time to clean him up. My daughter has been distracted by Son#2's kisses and so has stopped eating. I sit her up in the corner of the couch, and take Son#2 to the bathroom and put him in the bath to wash the jam off of him. I can now see that he has a cut and a bruise by his eye where he hit into the couch. OUCH! I think. He had just healed from a black eye and a cut in the exact same spot. Last week he tripped into our BBQ out in the backyard. I look at it and hope that people won't think that I beat my child.
He is now clean I wrap him up in a towel and set him on the couch. I then go to get my daughter who is screaming because again I have left her in the company of Son#1 and he keeps bouncing on the couch she is sitting on and it is making her nervous.
I comfort her by bouncing her and patting her back while checking facebook, responding to a message there and then seeing what the deal is with twitter. Meanwhile Son#1 is whining at me to make him a shake. He is poking and pushing me. I ignore him. My daughter is now asleep I go to put her in her bed hoping she will take a good long nap.
I can finally make breakfast. No, I don't make cereal. I don't like it. I start to make hashbrowns, eggs and toast. I am cooking, Son#1 is watching TV, Son#2 is pushing a chair to the kitchen sink, to "wash his hands" for the 20th time, he is still naked. Son #2 is washing his hands filling dirty cups and an empty gatorade bottle with water. Whatever, I need to make breakfast.
I notice that Son#2 is spilling water all over the floor I walk over to assess the damage. I have a pool on the floor by the sink. Great. I have no towels to clean it up as they were all used yesterday when my Sons sprayed the hose in the back door. I find one that has sort of dried from yesterday. It will do. I clean up the water. The sink and the chair. Something smells funny. The hash browns are burning. Son#1 is still yelling at me to make a shake. He has gotten the blueberries out of the freezer, they are on the counter melting.
My baby girl is now crying I go in to comfort her, maybe I can get her back to sleep. Son#2 follows me and to help he starts to yell "Hi baby sissy!" "SSSSHHH" I tell him. He holds onto the side of her portable crib that she is in and jumps up onto the side, shaking the whole contraption. I manage to get her back to sleep and guide Son#2 out of the room. He is still naked. Breakfast is still not ready, though the hash browns are on a plate no longer burning. They are now cold. Son#1 is still yelling for a shake.
I start making the eggs. Son#2 is now asking for a shake. I give in I make them a blueberry banana shake. While making the eggs and toasting my last piece of bread. I doubt my Sons will eat the breakfast but I serve them up anyway.
My floor is still wet, covered with jam as well as my work table, Son#2 is still naked.
I have not showered or gotten dressed, but I will finally get to eat breakfast.
I shove it in my mouth as fast as possible. If I don't I will not get to finish.
My daughter is starting to stir.
All this in one morning. Please understand, I am not complaining. I have made it through all of this without screaming. Without ripping my hair out. Without running into my room and yelling at my sleeping husband (yes he was in bed the whole time sound asleep, don't critisize him he had just worked a graveyard shift, after working a whole day yesterday, to make a few extra bucks. Today is supposed to be a fun day, meaning an extra day to the weekend. Something they do at his work....)
Anyway I did not go in and scream at him that "I QUIT!!!"
Nope, I smile and think someday this is all going to be really funny to me.
So I get on the computer write this all down to share. And now my daughter is screaming so,on with the day....
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Thank you for to me.
Thank you for raising me.
Thank you for everything you have taught me, teach me, and will teach me in the future.
My birthday is your day too.
I love you!
This year I will:
-Think more positive
-Smile more often
-Think more of others and less of myself
-Get out of the house more often
-Make new friends
-I will figure out a way to generate my own income
-So I can pay for a second car
-So I can attend school next fall
-So my children will not have to do without
-I will learn
-I will read
-I will write
-I will love every minute of everyday
-Simply because I have it to love
-I will appreciate others as I would want to be appreciated
-I will expect nothing in return
-I will thank others without apology
-I will cry more
-I will do everything I can to be a better person next year than I am today....
Monday, August 17, 2009
Forty-Five life lessons:written by Regina Brett from Cleveland, Ohio
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words ''In five years, will this matter?".
26. Always choose life.
27. Forgive everyone everything.
28. What other people think of you is none of your business.
29. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time.
30. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
31. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
32. Believe in miracles.
33. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
34. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
35. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
36. Your children get only one childhood.
37. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
38. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
39. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd
grab ours back.
40. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
41. The best is yet to come.
42. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The blessing went wonderfully as it should and we had many priesthood holders there to help with it. Thanks to those who did, we really apprieciate it.
After the blessing we all met at my house for brunch.
It was so nice to have everyone together.
Below are pictures of everyone at our house. Finally a bunch with me in them, sadly at a time when I had zero time to fix my hair :( Its ok though the focus is on my daughter, right :D
My Beautiful Baby Girl, unfortunatley this is the best picture I currently have of her by herself in her blessing dress (which happens to be the dress I wore for my own baby blessing) I will be sure to post a better one sometime in the near future.
Talking and visiting
The boys all had a blast wrestling
Lyon, so cute
Joseph, so cute
Nate, what in the world are you doing to Stephanie?
Ben was totally keeping the little boys entertained
Talking and visiting
Michael M. and Johnny
Lol! They must be tired :D
Not an easy picture to get
Baby Girl with Grandma
Charity and her family with Grandma and Grandpa
The two Babies (no I am not referring to Wendy and Myself) ;p
Both Grandmas and Me with Fenix
Monday, August 10, 2009
I have an Uncle Mike and two brother-in-laws, with sons named Mike and a cousin named Mike on my side of the family...
Phil and Bear are sitting in Sacrament meeting on Sunday, it was a mission farewell so a lot of Phil's family were there.
Phil points out his Uncle Mike to Bear and says basically that that is his uncle and then he tells Bear that his name is Mike.
Bear says, "What the heck, we have like a hundred of Mikes in our family!"
Lol! Gotta love it! :D
Phil with baby Michael
Baby Michael and Fenix, they were born 5 weeks apart
All of the cousins, plus Wendy and Charity. They had to be there to support and hold still they're little ones
A lot of fun and friendly people
Phil and Me. I could not get this pic to rotate
All the brothers and sisters and our families :D And Mom
Yeah, Wendy, I know that my pics are not anywhere near as good as yours :(
My Mom and her family
Listening to Uncle Mike
The Hokey Pokey
Bear trying to do the hokey pokey, lol!
Happy Birhtday Buddy!!!
Thursday, August 6, 2009
When we finished golfing we met at some picnic tables for cake and presents. The kids got party hats and looked adorable wearing them. We really had so much fun, I can't wait till next time....
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Apparently all of the kids go with their mitts in case a foul ball comes their way. I sat there the whole game praying we wouldn't get hit by one. Well we didn't, but one ball landed just inside the concrete barrier, one of the pitchers in the bull pen (I think that is what they call it) brought it over to toss to the crowd of twenty plus kids that stood there crying for him to throw it to them. Well this guy walked right past all of them and motioned for Bear to "com'ere". He handed that ball straight to Bear! Bear was so excited!
Here we are sitting on the hill, you can see how steep it is.
I think Lyon is pretending to throw a ball to Stephanie,
but I could be wrong.
Bear playing with his baseball. He would stand at the bottom of the hill and roll his ball up so it would roll back down to him.
Lyon, Bear, and Ben.