You know, I've never been to Texas. I've been to many other states, and even other countries. But, Texas has eluded me.
Well, it appears I soon will have the ultimate opportunity to see Texas. We are moving to Houston in June. And I'm completely ecstatic and terrified at the same time.
Who knew cross country moves were so involved? Obviously I didn't. Our van is certainly not able to make the trip, not to mention I have 3 small children (one that is just a month old). So driving is out of the question. Thankfully everything is coming together, and we will ship our van and all of our belongings so the kids and I and my parents can fly out. James flies out 3 weeks before we do. (Don't even get me started on how I feel about taking care of all three kids alone for 3 weeks while packing and moving...it's not good). But getting prepared for moving so far away is hard. I have gotten rid of so much stuff that I had previously deemed important. Funny how that works.
James got a job working for a computer forensics company. He will be a consultant at BP for his company. It's basically the perfect job for James. He is great with people, and will do wonderfully. He is really excited for a new opportunity. Not that NuSkin hasn't been great to us, it's just time to move on.
I really am excited. We;ll be less than an hour from the Gulf of Mexico, we will be very close to my brother and James' brother. Houston has many great things for us, and we have found a beautiful suburb to live in. Basically it's all we have been working towards for years, and that's beyond exciting. I have even found a house I love, but they aren't willing to wait until July, so I am hoping that they can't rent it until we get there... Is that horrible?
Maybe now that I am far away from more people I care about the blog will get updated more? Possibly, but I certainly don't have a great track record for it...
Wish us luck! We can't wait!
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Human Shield
As my kids get older, the idea of forcibly strapping them to me so
they can't ever get out of my sight, and therefore never get hurt, looks
better and better. This idea may sound silly, but I think that most
parents could see my point of view.
Yesterday was my son's first day of Primary (an age induced graduation of church classes) and it was hard for me. I brought him, and basically suckered him into letting me stay to keep an eye on him. I sat in the back, and he looked back every few minutes, and I would smile and wave. Twice he ran back and hugged me and said "I just needed to hug and kiss you". Of course I willingly accepted, and sent him back to his seat. I could tell he was bored. He kept putting his head between his legs, and trying to talk to his teacher (who by the way didn't talk back, which is a whole other story in mommy protectiveness) and looking around. I know a lot of it is because he wasn't engaged. If he had paid attention he would have realized they were singing fun songs and being silly. And I have to say, I didn't like it.
I know that it's important for him to go and learn to interact, and have fun. But it took almost everything in me to stay at the back and not be his mouth piece. Which I have come to realize I do quite often. If he says something, I pay attention, if others don't, as the adult, I make sure that they have heard him and respond. It killed me to sit back and watch him in a new environment and not hold his hand and make the teacher respond to him.
After the big group meets then they go into smaller classes, and I did not go with him. I knew that part of the reason he hadn't enjoyed the other meeting was because I was in the back, and he didn't have to pay attention to the teacher, cause he paid attention to me. In the middle of his class, his teacher brought him to me to go to the bathroom. We talked for moment, and he said he didn't want to go back. I almost picked him up and just went home and cuddled him. He is growing so fast, I just want to keep him as my little boy as long as I can. But I sucked it up, and sent him back. After church I went to get him, hoping that my efforts had paid off, and his class was fun. I got there, he was sitting on the teachers lap across the room from the other kids, and as soon as he saw me he said "They won't pass it to me" and the teacher looked at me and smiled, and didn't say anything.
I wanted to scream! I wanted to grab him and tell that teacher it was her responsibility to teach the other kids to share and to play together. And then I wanted to never take him back. Or let him go anywhere away from me again.
I realize now that my pregnancy hormones may have gotten control of me a little. And now, I want it to be Sunday again, so we can go back, and I can teach him that he has to go back. That he can't quit because it wasn't what he wanted. I want so badly to be as sure of myself as I have to pretend to be. When in reality, I just want him to snuggle with me forever and never grow up.
So the idea of being a human shield to protect him from bad things seems like a great idea. Especially when I read the news, and hear horribly sad stories about children being hurt, or abused. But then I realize my mother somehow managed to let me leave. And I turned out okay. I was hurt, and abused at times. And my heart got broken, and people were mean to me, and I cried. Somehow I survived it all. I know my kids are stronger than I am. So I know that they can handle it.
I still think it's not a bad idea to want to take away all of his hurt and pain. I suppose thats part of growing up though, letting him get hurt. And sadly at times encouraging him to push through hard things, and even seek them out.
He wants to be strong like his dad. If I stop him from going out into the world, I am taking away his dreams. And mine too. I dream of him feeling the joy I felt the moment I found out he was coming. The amazing love that I felt when I saw him for the first time. Covered in goo and looking like an alien, he was my alien. Who am I to take that away from him?
Oh heaven help me, how am I going to let all of my children do this? Stiff upper lip, right?
Yesterday was my son's first day of Primary (an age induced graduation of church classes) and it was hard for me. I brought him, and basically suckered him into letting me stay to keep an eye on him. I sat in the back, and he looked back every few minutes, and I would smile and wave. Twice he ran back and hugged me and said "I just needed to hug and kiss you". Of course I willingly accepted, and sent him back to his seat. I could tell he was bored. He kept putting his head between his legs, and trying to talk to his teacher (who by the way didn't talk back, which is a whole other story in mommy protectiveness) and looking around. I know a lot of it is because he wasn't engaged. If he had paid attention he would have realized they were singing fun songs and being silly. And I have to say, I didn't like it.
I know that it's important for him to go and learn to interact, and have fun. But it took almost everything in me to stay at the back and not be his mouth piece. Which I have come to realize I do quite often. If he says something, I pay attention, if others don't, as the adult, I make sure that they have heard him and respond. It killed me to sit back and watch him in a new environment and not hold his hand and make the teacher respond to him.
After the big group meets then they go into smaller classes, and I did not go with him. I knew that part of the reason he hadn't enjoyed the other meeting was because I was in the back, and he didn't have to pay attention to the teacher, cause he paid attention to me. In the middle of his class, his teacher brought him to me to go to the bathroom. We talked for moment, and he said he didn't want to go back. I almost picked him up and just went home and cuddled him. He is growing so fast, I just want to keep him as my little boy as long as I can. But I sucked it up, and sent him back. After church I went to get him, hoping that my efforts had paid off, and his class was fun. I got there, he was sitting on the teachers lap across the room from the other kids, and as soon as he saw me he said "They won't pass it to me" and the teacher looked at me and smiled, and didn't say anything.
I wanted to scream! I wanted to grab him and tell that teacher it was her responsibility to teach the other kids to share and to play together. And then I wanted to never take him back. Or let him go anywhere away from me again.
I realize now that my pregnancy hormones may have gotten control of me a little. And now, I want it to be Sunday again, so we can go back, and I can teach him that he has to go back. That he can't quit because it wasn't what he wanted. I want so badly to be as sure of myself as I have to pretend to be. When in reality, I just want him to snuggle with me forever and never grow up.
So the idea of being a human shield to protect him from bad things seems like a great idea. Especially when I read the news, and hear horribly sad stories about children being hurt, or abused. But then I realize my mother somehow managed to let me leave. And I turned out okay. I was hurt, and abused at times. And my heart got broken, and people were mean to me, and I cried. Somehow I survived it all. I know my kids are stronger than I am. So I know that they can handle it.
I still think it's not a bad idea to want to take away all of his hurt and pain. I suppose thats part of growing up though, letting him get hurt. And sadly at times encouraging him to push through hard things, and even seek them out.
He wants to be strong like his dad. If I stop him from going out into the world, I am taking away his dreams. And mine too. I dream of him feeling the joy I felt the moment I found out he was coming. The amazing love that I felt when I saw him for the first time. Covered in goo and looking like an alien, he was my alien. Who am I to take that away from him?
Oh heaven help me, how am I going to let all of my children do this? Stiff upper lip, right?
Monday, June 24, 2013
A lesson learned
My sweet one year old daughter taught me something today. I love how much I get to learn from my children, probably way more than they learn from me (ok, slight exaggeration). I laid her and her brother down for a nap. We are working on getting them to sleep in the same room at nap time. We have had night time sleep sharing down for several months, but she was just sleeping in our room during naptime. I was getting kind of sick of not being able to go in there and clean, or put away clothes, or get to my craft stuff during nap time. AKA the only time I get to do stuff alone. So she cried when I first laid them down, and he told her to be quiet. It took a few times of him saying "SHH!" before she stopped and they both went down. I haven't been feeling so peachy lately, so I laid down to rest as well. Less than an hour later she started crying. I decided she could just cry, and put herself back to sleep. She needed more sleep than that, and I didn't want to get up. She cried for 15 minutes before I finally got up. I threw the blanket off, marched into their room, picked her up, and marched back out to deal with her (so as not to wake Thomas, who will sleep through her crying no matter how upset she gets). She lets out one good scream, and then as I close her door, she laid her head on my chest and stopped crying. I instantly felt sorry that I had gotten so upset with her, and decided to snuggle with her in my bed. She laid on me for a few minutes, and then moved to being beside me. I tried to get her back to sleep, but she wouldn't do it. So I got upset again, because I couldn't force my desire for sleep onto a one year old-I know, not my most shining moment in motherhood. And I said "Lorelai! Why won't you go to sleep!" slightly forcefully, and she looked right at me and was suddenly so sad and contrite looking. She snuggled up to me and rested with me for a good 15 minutes before she wanted to get up and play.
That girl. I love her so much, and she is really good at getting what she wants. But today I realized she wasn't just doing something to get what she wanted, she just wanted her mommy to hold her and comfort her. She is helping me to understand patience and compassion. I adore my children, and I often forget that to them I am "Mommy". In the same way my mom used to be able to make anything better, and always knew where things were, and how to do everything, now I am that to my children. Sometimes they want nothing more than me to hold them, and let them know that everything is alright. I am not a perfect mother, quite far from it, in fact. But my children seem to love me unconditionally anyway. I want to be like that. I want to be able to see past someone's imperfections and their lapses in patience and kindness, and just love them. And my sweet one year old and vivacious three year old are teaching me how.
That girl. I love her so much, and she is really good at getting what she wants. But today I realized she wasn't just doing something to get what she wanted, she just wanted her mommy to hold her and comfort her. She is helping me to understand patience and compassion. I adore my children, and I often forget that to them I am "Mommy". In the same way my mom used to be able to make anything better, and always knew where things were, and how to do everything, now I am that to my children. Sometimes they want nothing more than me to hold them, and let them know that everything is alright. I am not a perfect mother, quite far from it, in fact. But my children seem to love me unconditionally anyway. I want to be like that. I want to be able to see past someone's imperfections and their lapses in patience and kindness, and just love them. And my sweet one year old and vivacious three year old are teaching me how.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
I think it's safe to say...
I am a horrible blogger. I am, it's true. They always say the first step is admitting it right? Well, I stink at it :)
So much has happened! Lorelai, poor Lorelai. She had tubes in her ears, which is apparently a real surgery. They completely put her under and everything. It wasn't too bad. The worst part was the "emergent delirium" That is the actual term the doctor used. When children wake up from being under anesthetic they freak out. Full on strong than that child should be, break your ear drums screams and complete panic. I heard her wake up, and I was back in post op. I thought to myself "bring her to me, I can nurse her and she'll be fine" it took them 10 minutes to figure that out, and finally they did. And I nursed her and she snuggled up to me, and fell asleep. I am not going to lie, giving my baby to the nurses and watching her leave, super sucky.
Thomas is amazing. He is so freakin smart it blows my mind. He speaks so well, and he reasons things out. He'll ask me a question, and then come up with a conclusion based on my answer. Or he'll tell me something, and then tell me the reasoning behind his thoughts and actions,. He's still two, so sometimes the reason is "Because I saw and elephant" but still, I am impressed! He knows his entire alphabet, and can count to 20, and we are now working on phonics of letter sounds. My new favorite thing he does is "But please!" When I say no, he comes back with "But please!!" and it's hilarious. Today I had to explain to him that it doesn't change the fact that I said no. We are working on it.
School is in full swing, and there are only 2 more months! I'm so stoked, it's almost done! We have 4 job applications out and in the next 2 weeks he will test 3 times. We are extremely hopeful that we will be able to get hired somewhere very soon, so we can start planning. I mean our future is completely up in the air right now. Where, when, whatever. It's freaky! We want another child next year, and so I want to have a bigger place, we need to know what city to look in, and we have no time frame, or anyting. It's really hard. But we are doing all we can, so it'll be okay! Plus I am having fun looking at apartments everywhere from Spanish Fork to Lehi, and have found quite a few, and it's a little exciting! And James got to beat people up with a baton at school yesterday. (they were padded) So that's awesome! And so is he, so that works out well. And he had a birthday, which was also awesome. So in summation: James=Awesome.
So much has happened! Lorelai, poor Lorelai. She had tubes in her ears, which is apparently a real surgery. They completely put her under and everything. It wasn't too bad. The worst part was the "emergent delirium" That is the actual term the doctor used. When children wake up from being under anesthetic they freak out. Full on strong than that child should be, break your ear drums screams and complete panic. I heard her wake up, and I was back in post op. I thought to myself "bring her to me, I can nurse her and she'll be fine" it took them 10 minutes to figure that out, and finally they did. And I nursed her and she snuggled up to me, and fell asleep. I am not going to lie, giving my baby to the nurses and watching her leave, super sucky.
Thomas is amazing. He is so freakin smart it blows my mind. He speaks so well, and he reasons things out. He'll ask me a question, and then come up with a conclusion based on my answer. Or he'll tell me something, and then tell me the reasoning behind his thoughts and actions,. He's still two, so sometimes the reason is "Because I saw and elephant" but still, I am impressed! He knows his entire alphabet, and can count to 20, and we are now working on phonics of letter sounds. My new favorite thing he does is "But please!" When I say no, he comes back with "But please!!" and it's hilarious. Today I had to explain to him that it doesn't change the fact that I said no. We are working on it.
School is in full swing, and there are only 2 more months! I'm so stoked, it's almost done! We have 4 job applications out and in the next 2 weeks he will test 3 times. We are extremely hopeful that we will be able to get hired somewhere very soon, so we can start planning. I mean our future is completely up in the air right now. Where, when, whatever. It's freaky! We want another child next year, and so I want to have a bigger place, we need to know what city to look in, and we have no time frame, or anyting. It's really hard. But we are doing all we can, so it'll be okay! Plus I am having fun looking at apartments everywhere from Spanish Fork to Lehi, and have found quite a few, and it's a little exciting! And James got to beat people up with a baton at school yesterday. (they were padded) So that's awesome! And so is he, so that works out well. And he had a birthday, which was also awesome. So in summation: James=Awesome.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
7 Hours
You know, whenever I read my friends blogs, it reminds me that I should write on mine. But then I feel a little like a copy cat...
Lorelai slept for 7 hours! Since Christmas and illness, I have been working so hard to get her back on a real schedule, and it's taken forever! To be honest I have fallen asleep all over the place lately. Lorelai lays down for a nap? So do I! It's 6pm and the TV show we finally got to watch was on commercial, fall asleep. Drive to the grocery store? Fall asleep. It's been ridiculous. Maybe I am just overly lazy.... Or perhaps I just can't function on 4 hours of sleep, with feedings every hour... She is finally going back to normal! She is also crawling. All over the place. I have had to re baby proof our house. Thomas was never really into everything in our house, he was interested in a few things, but he was really good about staying out of it. Lorelai is so curious. She climbs and pulls and eats everything she sees. So we have to redouble our babyproofing efforts now that she is very mobile. Also I read a HORRIBLE story about a little girl who pulled a dresser on top of herself and then died... So now I am super paranoid about that... Speaking of which, we had a little miracle the other day. Lorelai was crying in her carseat and choked a little and then coughed and then kept crying, I jsut assumed she had gotten herself overly excited. We got to the store and she was covered in vomit and there was a large piece of paper in it. She choked on a piece of paper and managed to throw it up. I literally started to cry when I realized that. So now I am overly protective of her and follow both kids all over the place, Thomas looks at me like I'm crazy.
Speaking of that cute boy, he has started to play make believe. I LOVE IT! He will pinch his fingers together and bring me some "candy" or "a toy" and share it with me. I can't get over how cute it is. He does it all the time. He also speaks so well these days, it makes me want to cry when I think about how he was just a tiny little baby such a short time ago. He has his favorite phrases like "I can't find it anywhere!" "Are you okay?"(he asks this anyone anyone gets upset or he hears a loud noise, I didn't realize I did that until he did) He also says "Oh my heavens" apparently I say that way too much too. Anytime Lorelai cries, he bring her piles of toys. Because I have tried to let him help take care of her, and so I ask him to bring her toys, and so now he does it whenever she's sad. I haven't been able to explain to him that if she's hungry a plush monkey won't do the trick... But it's a nice thought. And she laughs at him when he cries. For some reason his crying is hysterical to her.. Which makes me smile, and then I feel bad for laughing at him. They talk to one another across the car while in their car seats. He will say "Hey Lolly" and she giggles and gurgles and he says something back and it becomes completely unintelligible to me.
Meanwhile my house never stays clean. EVER. I swear there is a spell on this apartment that makes is stay dirty. Or perhaps my standards are too high with a 2 year old, 8 month old, and husband who makes as much mess with the kids toys as they do. Ah, I love it. And him. Thomas and Lorelai adore their father. He comes home and suddenly mom is the most uncool person around. Everyone has to get away from mom to go cuddle with daddy. And it warms my heart. The other day I asked Thomas for kisses, and he said no, and smiled all mischievously, so I said "I'm going to have to steal some kisses!" And now he says to us "Steal kisses from me!" He thinks it's the greatest thing.
Lorelai slept for 7 hours! Since Christmas and illness, I have been working so hard to get her back on a real schedule, and it's taken forever! To be honest I have fallen asleep all over the place lately. Lorelai lays down for a nap? So do I! It's 6pm and the TV show we finally got to watch was on commercial, fall asleep. Drive to the grocery store? Fall asleep. It's been ridiculous. Maybe I am just overly lazy.... Or perhaps I just can't function on 4 hours of sleep, with feedings every hour... She is finally going back to normal! She is also crawling. All over the place. I have had to re baby proof our house. Thomas was never really into everything in our house, he was interested in a few things, but he was really good about staying out of it. Lorelai is so curious. She climbs and pulls and eats everything she sees. So we have to redouble our babyproofing efforts now that she is very mobile. Also I read a HORRIBLE story about a little girl who pulled a dresser on top of herself and then died... So now I am super paranoid about that... Speaking of which, we had a little miracle the other day. Lorelai was crying in her carseat and choked a little and then coughed and then kept crying, I jsut assumed she had gotten herself overly excited. We got to the store and she was covered in vomit and there was a large piece of paper in it. She choked on a piece of paper and managed to throw it up. I literally started to cry when I realized that. So now I am overly protective of her and follow both kids all over the place, Thomas looks at me like I'm crazy.
Speaking of that cute boy, he has started to play make believe. I LOVE IT! He will pinch his fingers together and bring me some "candy" or "a toy" and share it with me. I can't get over how cute it is. He does it all the time. He also speaks so well these days, it makes me want to cry when I think about how he was just a tiny little baby such a short time ago. He has his favorite phrases like "I can't find it anywhere!" "Are you okay?"(he asks this anyone anyone gets upset or he hears a loud noise, I didn't realize I did that until he did) He also says "Oh my heavens" apparently I say that way too much too. Anytime Lorelai cries, he bring her piles of toys. Because I have tried to let him help take care of her, and so I ask him to bring her toys, and so now he does it whenever she's sad. I haven't been able to explain to him that if she's hungry a plush monkey won't do the trick... But it's a nice thought. And she laughs at him when he cries. For some reason his crying is hysterical to her.. Which makes me smile, and then I feel bad for laughing at him. They talk to one another across the car while in their car seats. He will say "Hey Lolly" and she giggles and gurgles and he says something back and it becomes completely unintelligible to me.
Meanwhile my house never stays clean. EVER. I swear there is a spell on this apartment that makes is stay dirty. Or perhaps my standards are too high with a 2 year old, 8 month old, and husband who makes as much mess with the kids toys as they do. Ah, I love it. And him. Thomas and Lorelai adore their father. He comes home and suddenly mom is the most uncool person around. Everyone has to get away from mom to go cuddle with daddy. And it warms my heart. The other day I asked Thomas for kisses, and he said no, and smiled all mischievously, so I said "I'm going to have to steal some kisses!" And now he says to us "Steal kisses from me!" He thinks it's the greatest thing.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Yuletide Review
So Christmas, it was wonderful, even if it had a few black marks here and there. One huge black mark was that Thomas was sick. Like REALLY sick. Go to the ER sick. After 3 days of no eating and only kind of drinking and non stop crying, we took him in, and he had 2 bad ear infections and a viral infection. So they gave him meds to stop the vomiting (did I forget to mention he was throwing up all the time?) and antibiotics. Also, apparently little kids in the ER get the red carpet treatment. It was very full, and we got a private waiting room, they gave Thomas a quilt, a search and find toy, a book, and a stuffed dog. Nurses kept coming to see why he was crying, and if they could do anything, it was really nice of them. Finally the Dr said he had to drink something, otherwise we would have to be admited to give him fluids, which apparently is really hard on a toddler (for obvious reasons I guess) So the nurse brought him 2 sodas, apple juice and "special pink juice" which he actually drank! And then proceeded to drink everything else, once they got the anti-nausea meds in him he was doing much better. But then we had to wait 2 hours to see if he could keep it down. He did, and we left only to have him throw up in the parking lot, no joke. But it was okay.
Also, my mom was really sick, so that was no fun. But we had a great Christmas. We got to spend time with both families, and give and get plenty of gifts, and we got tons of snow (YAY!) And Lorelai was perfect, not a peep the whole time we were in the ER and dealing with a super sick brother, she was great. I love that girl (you too Thomas)
I just spent the last 4 hours unpacking and putting away gifts as well as reorganizing to fit it all, we are so blessed! And Thomas is laughing, BEST. SOUND. EVER.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Cookies
We recently took a trip to Colorado, and James' sister had some delicious cookies, so I totally copied her idea. I found some recipes and reworked them and created a sugar gingerbread hybrid cookie, and then some salted caramel cream cheese frosting. They are pretty good, not gonna lie. I thank my sister in law for the inspiration. It was so much fun for me to have Thomas help me cut out the shapes and he also had a blast. I am loving the Christmas season, I also made hot chocolate on a stick. Haven't tried it yet, but we have given it t our neighbors, so I hope it's good....
We have also totally given in to Thomas asking to open presents early, yeah... So we have half as many as we started with, but I'm fine with it, let the magic last as long as possible. We have decided that we are having our own little Christmas on Saturday, before we celebrate with our families next week. I'm really excited, I have meals planned, and fun treats and everything, I can't wait!
Also we have started watching Vampire Diaries... It's very CW.
We have also totally given in to Thomas asking to open presents early, yeah... So we have half as many as we started with, but I'm fine with it, let the magic last as long as possible. We have decided that we are having our own little Christmas on Saturday, before we celebrate with our families next week. I'm really excited, I have meals planned, and fun treats and everything, I can't wait!
Also we have started watching Vampire Diaries... It's very CW.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thank you giving!
I figured since I have been HORRIBLE at writing lately I should give an update.
Thanksgiving was great fun. We spent time with my family, and shopped, and ate. It was wonderful. Thomas wouldn't say Thanks-giving, he would say "Thank you giving" or "Happy giving!" It was really cute. He loved all the great food, and spent the whole meal "cutting" his stuffing with his fork. Love that boy.
This year I went all out with my mom and did a whole table setting and everything. I had WAY too much fun doing it. I'm pretty sure my whole family thought I was silly, but I had a blast with it. Maybe I'll put pictures up, somewhere... Probably not.
Lorelai slept though Thanksgiving. She wasn't too excited about it. She was also a bit of a mommy's/daddy's girl all weekend. That's tiring! She moves all over the place now, but not front back, it's always side to side... And Thomas just tried to sit on her head. Oh the joys! It's the little things really.
Black Friday was a huge success! We spent what we planned, didn't go totally crazy with gift buying, and still had a great time!
Ok, I'm being cut short by a super cute little girl who is rather upset that her brother won't leave her alone. He just wants to play Lorelai!
Thanksgiving was great fun. We spent time with my family, and shopped, and ate. It was wonderful. Thomas wouldn't say Thanks-giving, he would say "Thank you giving" or "Happy giving!" It was really cute. He loved all the great food, and spent the whole meal "cutting" his stuffing with his fork. Love that boy.
This year I went all out with my mom and did a whole table setting and everything. I had WAY too much fun doing it. I'm pretty sure my whole family thought I was silly, but I had a blast with it. Maybe I'll put pictures up, somewhere... Probably not.
Lorelai slept though Thanksgiving. She wasn't too excited about it. She was also a bit of a mommy's/daddy's girl all weekend. That's tiring! She moves all over the place now, but not front back, it's always side to side... And Thomas just tried to sit on her head. Oh the joys! It's the little things really.
Black Friday was a huge success! We spent what we planned, didn't go totally crazy with gift buying, and still had a great time!
Ok, I'm being cut short by a super cute little girl who is rather upset that her brother won't leave her alone. He just wants to play Lorelai!
Monday, October 22, 2012
Watermelon
I love it. Seriously. I can eat all I want, all day, every day, and it's never too much. It's not too much of a good thing, and it's not too many calories. I actually read somewhere that watermelon is a negative calorie food, meaning you burn more calories digesting it than you could consume from it. It just makes me happy.
So we celebrated Thomas's birthday, and it was so much fun. We went to the aquarium, and at first he was a little scared of the fish, but then he loved it. Especially the penguins. We had a fun cake and cupcakes and pizza and breadsticks. It was great fun. Then on his actual birthday we ordered more pizza (I'm sick of it) and sang and gave him his gift. We got him a tool set, with a drill that actually spins and screws in little screws. He loves it. As in for 3 days that's the only toy he played with (that's a big deal for a 2 year old, let me just tell you). He also got a fun magnetic alphabet book, cute clothes, and shoes from our families. It was a great 2nd birthday if I do say so myself.
The kids got shots, and Lorelai is 13.15 lbs, 23 inches, and Thomas is 23lbs and 33 inches. I have one tall skinny kid and one short chunky one. I LOVE IT! It's so much fun :) However both kids shots at the same time, bad plan. I had to have my mom come with me because James was at school, it's a good thing she was there because I hate it! Thomas was so upset, he kept saying "Hurt, hurt" and it made my heart hurt. Lorelai got over it pretty quickly, I cuddled her and she was fine, Thomas was sad for hours and kept telling me about it. But he's done with shots until kindergarten, party!!! Lorelai goes back in 2 months.
The police academy is in full swing now, and I miss James like crazy. But he's having a great time.
So we celebrated Thomas's birthday, and it was so much fun. We went to the aquarium, and at first he was a little scared of the fish, but then he loved it. Especially the penguins. We had a fun cake and cupcakes and pizza and breadsticks. It was great fun. Then on his actual birthday we ordered more pizza (I'm sick of it) and sang and gave him his gift. We got him a tool set, with a drill that actually spins and screws in little screws. He loves it. As in for 3 days that's the only toy he played with (that's a big deal for a 2 year old, let me just tell you). He also got a fun magnetic alphabet book, cute clothes, and shoes from our families. It was a great 2nd birthday if I do say so myself.
The kids got shots, and Lorelai is 13.15 lbs, 23 inches, and Thomas is 23lbs and 33 inches. I have one tall skinny kid and one short chunky one. I LOVE IT! It's so much fun :) However both kids shots at the same time, bad plan. I had to have my mom come with me because James was at school, it's a good thing she was there because I hate it! Thomas was so upset, he kept saying "Hurt, hurt" and it made my heart hurt. Lorelai got over it pretty quickly, I cuddled her and she was fine, Thomas was sad for hours and kept telling me about it. But he's done with shots until kindergarten, party!!! Lorelai goes back in 2 months.
The police academy is in full swing now, and I miss James like crazy. But he's having a great time.
My little not-roller
Lorelai hates to roll over. She has done it about 5 times, and gets really upset about it. So now she refuses. She scoots around on her stomach, and can do a complete 180 while on her stomach to face the toys she wants, but she refuses to roll over. It's a little odd actually. Thomas was a rolling fiend, he wouldn't stop, I couldn't keep him on a blanket to save my life. Lorelai, on the other hand, must get motion sickness or something.... We do tummy time all the time, sometimes twice a day. Who knows.
I often find myself only posting on my blog when one of my friends has, and I think "Oh, I should write something"
My phone fell into the toilet. Very tragic, it's currently getting a rice bath to fix it, I hope.
Lorelai started solids. She is pretty good with them, still spits some out, but actually eats too.
Thomas still refuses to eat, and Lorelai is gaining on him. Literally. They are less than 10 lbs apart now. My little chunky girl.
Thomas LOVES nursery all of the sudden. He gets mad when we leave, and asks to go back all the time. Which is great!
I have our Halloween costumes almost all done, it's awesome. We are the famous foursome from the Wizard of Oz.
Lorelai is barely into 3-6 month clothing, apparently she's not as chunky as I'd like to believe...
James is amazing, he has made it through 6 weeks of school, every day. Until last Friday, I asked him to skip because I missed him.
Life is good, and Lorelai is crying, got to go do my thing!
I often find myself only posting on my blog when one of my friends has, and I think "Oh, I should write something"
My phone fell into the toilet. Very tragic, it's currently getting a rice bath to fix it, I hope.
Lorelai started solids. She is pretty good with them, still spits some out, but actually eats too.
Thomas still refuses to eat, and Lorelai is gaining on him. Literally. They are less than 10 lbs apart now. My little chunky girl.
Thomas LOVES nursery all of the sudden. He gets mad when we leave, and asks to go back all the time. Which is great!
I have our Halloween costumes almost all done, it's awesome. We are the famous foursome from the Wizard of Oz.
Lorelai is barely into 3-6 month clothing, apparently she's not as chunky as I'd like to believe...
James is amazing, he has made it through 6 weeks of school, every day. Until last Friday, I asked him to skip because I missed him.
Life is good, and Lorelai is crying, got to go do my thing!
Sunday, September 2, 2012
A Church-time Disaster
So this morning as I lay in bed I thought "I want to sleep in, but I'll get up and we will go to Church, it's important" So getting dressed was the same ordeal it always is, Thomas not wanting his tie, Lorelai pooping on our way out the door, ect. Nothing out of the norm, other than Lorelai was a little fussy, but babies do that sometimes.
We got to church right on time, sat down, both kids were doing good, we had announcements and then Thomas started to cough. Just a little, oh ho, little did I know how problematic a little coughing could be. He kept coughing, and then burped, really loudly (several people turned and smiled at us, especially those with little kids) and then he made a face. The worst face, one you never want to see, but especially not while sitting in Sacrament meeting.
Thomas threw up. All over James, the bench, me, the pew in front of us, and the VERY nice couple sitting in front of us. That's right, during the opening song my two year old managed to catch every eye in the audience. Poor kid, before we knew what was happening he threw up again. I then very sternly told James to take Thomas outside, all the way outside so that he wouldn't get anything else dirty. And then I got out the baby wipes, gave a few to the people in front of us and set to cleaning as much as I could. Right then Lorelai started screaming. At that moment I thought "I am the most irreverent mother that ever was". And I wanted to cry. Then a very nice older lady came over and took Lorelai, and Thomas's nursery leader brought me paper towels and I got it all cleaned. On our way home I thought "Why do we ever bother? we NEVER make it through sacrament, and now everyone in my ward will know me as the mom whose kid threw up in sacrament meeting" We got home, got everyone cleaned, and as we put Thomas in the bath I just started to cry. I was so mortified at what had happened, and completely embarrassed. I felt like everyone in the meeting turned from the first counselor who was speaking to us, and just stared at us.
Of course that wasn't enough, I went in my room to get something, and my bed was soaking wet. Our air conditioner that is above our bed leaked. And Lorelai was still screaming.
Oh my, it's been quite the day. I'll post again soon, and that one will have a happier undertone, I promise. But right now, I am a little upset.
We got to church right on time, sat down, both kids were doing good, we had announcements and then Thomas started to cough. Just a little, oh ho, little did I know how problematic a little coughing could be. He kept coughing, and then burped, really loudly (several people turned and smiled at us, especially those with little kids) and then he made a face. The worst face, one you never want to see, but especially not while sitting in Sacrament meeting.
Thomas threw up. All over James, the bench, me, the pew in front of us, and the VERY nice couple sitting in front of us. That's right, during the opening song my two year old managed to catch every eye in the audience. Poor kid, before we knew what was happening he threw up again. I then very sternly told James to take Thomas outside, all the way outside so that he wouldn't get anything else dirty. And then I got out the baby wipes, gave a few to the people in front of us and set to cleaning as much as I could. Right then Lorelai started screaming. At that moment I thought "I am the most irreverent mother that ever was". And I wanted to cry. Then a very nice older lady came over and took Lorelai, and Thomas's nursery leader brought me paper towels and I got it all cleaned. On our way home I thought "Why do we ever bother? we NEVER make it through sacrament, and now everyone in my ward will know me as the mom whose kid threw up in sacrament meeting" We got home, got everyone cleaned, and as we put Thomas in the bath I just started to cry. I was so mortified at what had happened, and completely embarrassed. I felt like everyone in the meeting turned from the first counselor who was speaking to us, and just stared at us.
Of course that wasn't enough, I went in my room to get something, and my bed was soaking wet. Our air conditioner that is above our bed leaked. And Lorelai was still screaming.
Oh my, it's been quite the day. I'll post again soon, and that one will have a happier undertone, I promise. But right now, I am a little upset.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
I'm no good at this...
Coming up with creative titles that is. My dear friends whose blogs I read always have such good titles and fun stories and I just feel like I can't find a creative title to save my life. Perhaps I am just too hard on myself and people don't really care what I title my blog....
Probably.
Anywho, life around these parts is pretty awesome. James took Friday off of work, just cause he didn't want to get up in the morning (and then two minutes later Thomas woke up and he had to get up anyway, lol) but I thoroughly enjoyed it. We got to go to the park, and play all day, and I got to clean my house without holding a 3 month old and constantly craning my neck to check on my two year old who gets suspiciously quiet from time to time. Yes, that is my exciting thing, cleaning my house. What can I say, I'm a homemaker through and through (my friend Brittany would have undoubtedly had a much funnier way of saying that, and for that, I think I need to spend more time hanging out with her and her two adorable kids...) Anyhow, I feel like we are finally getting a good rhythm, I have a schedule of what part of the house gets cleaned on what days, and when the kids get bathed, and what time of day we do reading time, and singing time ect. Lorelai still likes to have little fits of annoyance when I sit down to read to Thomas (for some reason she has decided she has to have me holding her and standing while trying to read to Thomas... it's kind of like a circus act, because Thomas wants to turn the pages and point out letters and pictures, I have mad skills) Speaking of my adorable kids, want an update? I'm sure you do, I'm sure you sit around all day thinking "What is going on with Amanda's kids?" No? Oh, well okay, too bad for you. You're going to get one anyway (I realize as I sit here that I keep saying you, and acting as though I am talking to a specific person, does that in any way qualify as me talking to myself, like, digitally... food for thought) Thomas is way too much fun, and way to freakin' smart. He figures everything out, even if I am trying my best to keep him from doing so. He remembers where I hide things, and days later will go get them to play with them. The dang nerf guns I got James for Christmas last year have become the bane of my existence. Thomas figured out how to load and shoot them. The big problem is, he doesn't think he can do it himself, and acts like he needs my help. So instead of him playing quietly by himself for a little while, he chases me around and asks for help. He has found them 5 different times when I have tried to hide them... Hopefully the back of our closet behind our Christmas decorations will last for a while... Hopefully. Lorelai is such a little observer. She always wants to watch everything, and gets mad if she can't. She loves to look at toys, all of them. But just look, she's not into touching them. I worried that maybe she couldn't get them or something, but when I try to clean her nose or wipe her face she can sure grab my hand with uncanny accuracy... So I'm thinking she just doesn't want to hold the toys...
We are watching "Operation Dumbo Drop" so I gotta go before I miss the good part ;)
Probably.
Anywho, life around these parts is pretty awesome. James took Friday off of work, just cause he didn't want to get up in the morning (and then two minutes later Thomas woke up and he had to get up anyway, lol) but I thoroughly enjoyed it. We got to go to the park, and play all day, and I got to clean my house without holding a 3 month old and constantly craning my neck to check on my two year old who gets suspiciously quiet from time to time. Yes, that is my exciting thing, cleaning my house. What can I say, I'm a homemaker through and through (my friend Brittany would have undoubtedly had a much funnier way of saying that, and for that, I think I need to spend more time hanging out with her and her two adorable kids...) Anyhow, I feel like we are finally getting a good rhythm, I have a schedule of what part of the house gets cleaned on what days, and when the kids get bathed, and what time of day we do reading time, and singing time ect. Lorelai still likes to have little fits of annoyance when I sit down to read to Thomas (for some reason she has decided she has to have me holding her and standing while trying to read to Thomas... it's kind of like a circus act, because Thomas wants to turn the pages and point out letters and pictures, I have mad skills) Speaking of my adorable kids, want an update? I'm sure you do, I'm sure you sit around all day thinking "What is going on with Amanda's kids?" No? Oh, well okay, too bad for you. You're going to get one anyway (I realize as I sit here that I keep saying you, and acting as though I am talking to a specific person, does that in any way qualify as me talking to myself, like, digitally... food for thought) Thomas is way too much fun, and way to freakin' smart. He figures everything out, even if I am trying my best to keep him from doing so. He remembers where I hide things, and days later will go get them to play with them. The dang nerf guns I got James for Christmas last year have become the bane of my existence. Thomas figured out how to load and shoot them. The big problem is, he doesn't think he can do it himself, and acts like he needs my help. So instead of him playing quietly by himself for a little while, he chases me around and asks for help. He has found them 5 different times when I have tried to hide them... Hopefully the back of our closet behind our Christmas decorations will last for a while... Hopefully. Lorelai is such a little observer. She always wants to watch everything, and gets mad if she can't. She loves to look at toys, all of them. But just look, she's not into touching them. I worried that maybe she couldn't get them or something, but when I try to clean her nose or wipe her face she can sure grab my hand with uncanny accuracy... So I'm thinking she just doesn't want to hold the toys...
We are watching "Operation Dumbo Drop" so I gotta go before I miss the good part ;)
Monday, August 6, 2012
He did it!
James is officially in the police academy! I may have said this before, but now everything is done. We got the email about financial aid just yesterday and bought his uniform last week. It's all done and he starts on September 11 (which I find oddly fitting that he will begin his training in law enforcement on a day with such an intense history) I must admit I have very mixed feelings about this. I am so excited for him to get to learn and train, he's really interested in criminal justice, and this is important for that. Basically any job in law enforcement wants you to have gone through POST (peace officer standards training) and he'll get to learn cool stuff like how to breach a house, and take down a suspect ect. It will be great, because once it's over he'll finally be able to get a job in his chosen field which we have tried for but failed because he hadn't gone through POST. But, (big but) on the other hand I am really sad and nervous. He will work from 8-5 and then go to school from 5:30-9:30 M-F and then Sat will be POST from 8-4. I won't see him at all during the day, and neither will Thomas and Lorelai (mostly Thomas) from September to November and then March to July (it's a very odd time block of classes) I have no idea how I'm going to deal with this.... James and I do everything possible together. He goes grocery shopping with me, anytime I have an errand I wait for him to be home so we can all go together. He watches the kids so I can shower, and occasionally nap, or do my hair (which is even more rare). Basically the only way I stay sane with 2 small children is having James around and looking forward to that time in the day that he'll be here and I can have 5 minutes of quiet time, or ask someone else to change yet another dirty diaper (2 kids produce an insane amount of diapers. If we want to help the environment, figure out a way to turn baby poop into a resource, trust me, you'll make millions) And honestly, I just don't know how my sanity will hold up... So if by Christmas you see me muttering to myself and looking generally insane, you'll know why :)
Thomas gives mommy a heart attack
So I went to the bathroom this morning (nothing strange about that) I had laid Lorelai in her swing and Thomas was munching on some crackers, so I felt safe enough to leave them for a few minutes. Well, Thomas came into me and said "Lorelai, gone" and I said the baby is in her swing and he said "No see" (love that 2 year old grammar) and I said "Lorelai is not in her swing, she's gone?" and he said "Yes" So I rush out to the living room, wondering where on earth my baby could be (isn't that part of a Pearl Jam song?) and my heart is pounding, and she's there. In her swing. Just like I said. And Thomas looks at her and says "OH! BABY!" and continues eating his crackers. It sure seems that my children like to scare me...
Thursday, July 26, 2012
A story...
Gather round children and let me tell you a story.
This morning I went to Seven Peaks with my inlaws. It was a beautiful day and we had fun, we stayed for a few hours and both kids were asleep by the time we got home. So I put them both in bed and changed and laid in bed as well. After about an hour or so Lorelai woke up and was fussing, so I was trying to comfort her, when I heard out front door open. I look at the clock and it's 3, not even close to time for James to be home, so I think "Maybe I'm just imagining it..." then I see a shadow on the wall, and I freaked out. I yelled out "Hello" and grabbed our gun and loaded it, because at this point I'm thinking "Holy crap, it's the middle of the day and someone is coming into my house where my two children are sleeping" So then I hear the front door close, and I think "Okay, apparently I scared them off" But I still take the gun and go through the entire house (and my heart is beating out of my chest, I'm so scared) Well no one was there, so I check outside, and no one was there. So I go back into my room grateful no one was actually there, and call James and tell him what happened, and by this time Lorelai (who had woken up when I started to hear things) was really upset, so I nursed her (keeping the gun close at hand) and called James. After she finished eating I came back out to check and see if anything was missing or moved ect. I don't see anything at first, and then I notice something on my kitchen table. My Pass of all Passes, which I had left with James's family that morning so they could get a tube. So I called them and asked if they had come into my house and they said yes, it was my brother in law David dropping off my pass and getting some water, not some crazed psycho. So I told them I was going to have to beat David because he had me thinking someone was in my house, and finally my heart stopped beating so fast.
Let me just tell you, I had a million things running through my mind and here are a few "We have to move" "What if they come back, I'm never going to sleep again" "I'm in my underwear (because I had come home from the water park and immediately taken a nap, I didn't need clothes)" "It's probably a good thing I didn't see David because it would have been very awkward... I wasn't dressed and I'd have pointed a loaded gun at him" "I'm going to punch David for scaring me so much" "James would be so proud of me for keeping my wits about me and getting the gun" "I should write this in the blog because it's actually a funny story" Well it's funny now that I know someone wasn't breaking into my home.
So to sum it up for you: don't come into my house without me knowing, because I'll think your a crazed psycho killer and will load the gun to come make you leave...
This morning I went to Seven Peaks with my inlaws. It was a beautiful day and we had fun, we stayed for a few hours and both kids were asleep by the time we got home. So I put them both in bed and changed and laid in bed as well. After about an hour or so Lorelai woke up and was fussing, so I was trying to comfort her, when I heard out front door open. I look at the clock and it's 3, not even close to time for James to be home, so I think "Maybe I'm just imagining it..." then I see a shadow on the wall, and I freaked out. I yelled out "Hello" and grabbed our gun and loaded it, because at this point I'm thinking "Holy crap, it's the middle of the day and someone is coming into my house where my two children are sleeping" So then I hear the front door close, and I think "Okay, apparently I scared them off" But I still take the gun and go through the entire house (and my heart is beating out of my chest, I'm so scared) Well no one was there, so I check outside, and no one was there. So I go back into my room grateful no one was actually there, and call James and tell him what happened, and by this time Lorelai (who had woken up when I started to hear things) was really upset, so I nursed her (keeping the gun close at hand) and called James. After she finished eating I came back out to check and see if anything was missing or moved ect. I don't see anything at first, and then I notice something on my kitchen table. My Pass of all Passes, which I had left with James's family that morning so they could get a tube. So I called them and asked if they had come into my house and they said yes, it was my brother in law David dropping off my pass and getting some water, not some crazed psycho. So I told them I was going to have to beat David because he had me thinking someone was in my house, and finally my heart stopped beating so fast.
Let me just tell you, I had a million things running through my mind and here are a few "We have to move" "What if they come back, I'm never going to sleep again" "I'm in my underwear (because I had come home from the water park and immediately taken a nap, I didn't need clothes)" "It's probably a good thing I didn't see David because it would have been very awkward... I wasn't dressed and I'd have pointed a loaded gun at him" "I'm going to punch David for scaring me so much" "James would be so proud of me for keeping my wits about me and getting the gun" "I should write this in the blog because it's actually a funny story" Well it's funny now that I know someone wasn't breaking into my home.
So to sum it up for you: don't come into my house without me knowing, because I'll think your a crazed psycho killer and will load the gun to come make you leave...
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Livin' the life
Lots of things happening! Well, they aren't exactly exciting (unless you're me, and everything my kids do I find exciting!) Lets start with the not so exciting:
Thomas dropped Lorelai. I wasn't even sure I wanted to post about this, because I'm pretty sure it makes me the worst mother ever, but I figure I don't care if anyone judges me, and I feel like a horrible mom either way... I went to the bathroom, and they both started to cry, I figured Lorelai wanted to be held, and Thomas wanted something or other, he comes running in crying asking me to come with him and saying "baby, get!" I told him one second (not knowing anything was wrong) and Lorelai had stopped crying, so I came out and Thomas ran in front of me, and I come into the living room and Lorelai's on the floor (not crying at this point) and I freaked out. I ran in, and grabbed her, scaring her and making her cry (much to my relief!) I held Thomas and Lorelai and comforted them both, and cried. Called the Dr, the nurse was awesome, she told me it happens all the time, and to watch for a few things, and come back if she had certain symptoms. She was fine.
Thomas has figured out hide and seek. Which is cute, and utterly terrifying at the same time. We like to leave the door open in the morning and later evening to help cool the house. So James and I were getting things from the back of the apartment, and I came back out (after literally 1 min) and said "Thomas!" and he wasn't there. So I went into the kitchen, not there, so I went into both bedrooms, the bathroom, the living room and kitchen again, by now screaming his name and becoming frantic. James joined me searching for him, we even checked outside just in case (horrible thought!) he has fallen off the porch. He was nowhere. I was freaking out, screaming his name and almost crying when James yells "THOMAS!" like he does if Thomas is in trouble or about to do something that might hurt him, and Thomas started to cry and came out from behind the desk in our living room. Worst 2 minutes of my life. I started to think horrible things about why I couldn't find my son, and I cried when we found him. Needless to say we both held the kids for the next few hours.
Thomas has smacked his head on the ground twice this week. And I'm sorry to say once was my fault. We went to take family pictures, Thomas was playing with grandpa, tripped and hit his head on the asphalt. He's fine, I was terrified he'd really hurt himself and ran over to him, big lump, a bruise, and he was fine a minute later. Then today on our way out the door for church, I picked him up so we could get down the stairs faster, and fell down the stairs. We were at the bottom, so he only fell about 1 foot, but he hit his head on the handrail, and I twisted my ankle. Again he was fine in a minute and I felt horrible for hours, probably days (I'll let you know)
Now for something happy, because I'm sitting here feeling like the worst mother ever and wanting to hide in a hole.
Thomas is using little sentences, and they are adorable! He'll say things like "Miss daddy" or "want plate" ect, and I love it! He's also started saying "Want!" and shaking his head no if he doesn't want something. He is learning the alphabet really well. He watches different shows, and loves "Super Why" on netflix. Whenever we are out he finds letters and points them out to me. He is also getting better with colors, calling certain things correct colors. He loves to explore, and make messes, and he loves his little sister. He wants to learn all the time, and loves to read. We are trying to get him to read to us, rather than just being read to. And he's started doing it. He has one books called Monster Halloween and we have read it hundreds of times (no joke) and he has it memorized. So he will sit down and "read" it. Each page says "Monster (word)" so he'll say Dress, or scare, or share, or shake, whatever each page says. But he only does that sometimes, he much prefers to be read to. So we do, all the time, every day :)
Lorelai is the cutest baby ever! She has fat rolls on her thighs and I love them! Thomas was never fat, and so the fact that Lorelai pretends to be, makes me so happy! She also has super fat cheeks, the most adorable thing! She is stingy with her smiles though. She loves to look at us (especially Thomas) and makes the cutest sounds! She is pretty much a 2 1/2 month old baby :) But the most perfect one ever!
James is officially in the police academy. Which is awesome! And horrible at the same time... He is going to go through this fall, and I am so stoked for him. He's also very excited! It'll be really great, the downside is it's M-F 5-9:30 and Sat 8-5 from September to November and March to July. So he will work all day and go to school all night. I'm going to be a single mom for all intents and purposes for a few months :( The worst part will be when Thomas wants to play with James and I have to tell him Daddy is at work... I'm glad he's still so young and so it won't be something he remembers, but I still hate it...
And now that I've written a novel I will leave to ponder my words, until I decide to post again :)
Thomas dropped Lorelai. I wasn't even sure I wanted to post about this, because I'm pretty sure it makes me the worst mother ever, but I figure I don't care if anyone judges me, and I feel like a horrible mom either way... I went to the bathroom, and they both started to cry, I figured Lorelai wanted to be held, and Thomas wanted something or other, he comes running in crying asking me to come with him and saying "baby, get!" I told him one second (not knowing anything was wrong) and Lorelai had stopped crying, so I came out and Thomas ran in front of me, and I come into the living room and Lorelai's on the floor (not crying at this point) and I freaked out. I ran in, and grabbed her, scaring her and making her cry (much to my relief!) I held Thomas and Lorelai and comforted them both, and cried. Called the Dr, the nurse was awesome, she told me it happens all the time, and to watch for a few things, and come back if she had certain symptoms. She was fine.
Thomas has figured out hide and seek. Which is cute, and utterly terrifying at the same time. We like to leave the door open in the morning and later evening to help cool the house. So James and I were getting things from the back of the apartment, and I came back out (after literally 1 min) and said "Thomas!" and he wasn't there. So I went into the kitchen, not there, so I went into both bedrooms, the bathroom, the living room and kitchen again, by now screaming his name and becoming frantic. James joined me searching for him, we even checked outside just in case (horrible thought!) he has fallen off the porch. He was nowhere. I was freaking out, screaming his name and almost crying when James yells "THOMAS!" like he does if Thomas is in trouble or about to do something that might hurt him, and Thomas started to cry and came out from behind the desk in our living room. Worst 2 minutes of my life. I started to think horrible things about why I couldn't find my son, and I cried when we found him. Needless to say we both held the kids for the next few hours.
Thomas has smacked his head on the ground twice this week. And I'm sorry to say once was my fault. We went to take family pictures, Thomas was playing with grandpa, tripped and hit his head on the asphalt. He's fine, I was terrified he'd really hurt himself and ran over to him, big lump, a bruise, and he was fine a minute later. Then today on our way out the door for church, I picked him up so we could get down the stairs faster, and fell down the stairs. We were at the bottom, so he only fell about 1 foot, but he hit his head on the handrail, and I twisted my ankle. Again he was fine in a minute and I felt horrible for hours, probably days (I'll let you know)
Now for something happy, because I'm sitting here feeling like the worst mother ever and wanting to hide in a hole.
Thomas is using little sentences, and they are adorable! He'll say things like "Miss daddy" or "want plate" ect, and I love it! He's also started saying "Want!" and shaking his head no if he doesn't want something. He is learning the alphabet really well. He watches different shows, and loves "Super Why" on netflix. Whenever we are out he finds letters and points them out to me. He is also getting better with colors, calling certain things correct colors. He loves to explore, and make messes, and he loves his little sister. He wants to learn all the time, and loves to read. We are trying to get him to read to us, rather than just being read to. And he's started doing it. He has one books called Monster Halloween and we have read it hundreds of times (no joke) and he has it memorized. So he will sit down and "read" it. Each page says "Monster (word)" so he'll say Dress, or scare, or share, or shake, whatever each page says. But he only does that sometimes, he much prefers to be read to. So we do, all the time, every day :)
Lorelai is the cutest baby ever! She has fat rolls on her thighs and I love them! Thomas was never fat, and so the fact that Lorelai pretends to be, makes me so happy! She also has super fat cheeks, the most adorable thing! She is stingy with her smiles though. She loves to look at us (especially Thomas) and makes the cutest sounds! She is pretty much a 2 1/2 month old baby :) But the most perfect one ever!
James is officially in the police academy. Which is awesome! And horrible at the same time... He is going to go through this fall, and I am so stoked for him. He's also very excited! It'll be really great, the downside is it's M-F 5-9:30 and Sat 8-5 from September to November and March to July. So he will work all day and go to school all night. I'm going to be a single mom for all intents and purposes for a few months :( The worst part will be when Thomas wants to play with James and I have to tell him Daddy is at work... I'm glad he's still so young and so it won't be something he remembers, but I still hate it...
And now that I've written a novel I will leave to ponder my words, until I decide to post again :)
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Squats
As I write this Thomas is alternating between running around the living room and doing squats. Apparently my daily living room workouts are having a good impact on not only me and my body but also my little family. It warms my heart that my goal to be in better shape is wearing off on the people I love the most. My sweet two year old is seeing his parents be healthy and exercising, and I really hope that we can continue to do that so he grows up being as healthy as possible. Especially since I have always struggled getting him to eat as healthy as I want him to.
Also Thomas has decided he wants to start potty training. He has used the big boy potty 3 times now, and this afternoon he came up to me while I was going to the bathroom and said "Pee!" and so I asked if he wanted to go pee, and he emphatically said "YES!" so I took off his diaper, and sat him on his little toilet and he went pee in the potty. I was so proud, I can't even express it. He has always been that way, when he is ready to do something new or learn something new, he lets us know. When he was ready to sleep in his own bed he stopped sleeping through the night in our bed. When he wanted to learn to walk he wouldn't let me go anywhere without holding his hands and letting him walk. When he wanted to feed himself he wouldn't take food from a fork unless he was holding it. I am so glad he's so wonderful, because there are so many times that I think to myself "I don't know how to teach him this, or when to teach him this" And then he lets me know, that he is ready for it, and we work together and he is extremely paitent with me as I learn how to teach him. I LOVE being a mom, and I am always amazed at how much divine help I am given on a daily basis.
So a brief overview of our summer so far.... We have a pass of all passes and we have been to Seven Peaks quite a few times, and we went to an Orem Owlz game, and Trafalga. We are going to another Owlz game on Saturday with some close friends of ours. Thomas has painted the bathtub (with washable paints), and his new favorite activity is to play with water. I fill up a big pitcher and give him cups and such and he sits on the front porch step and pours them back and forth. It makes me wish that we had a deck, or a porch that was safe enough for him to play on alone. Alas, we will suffer through apartment living for a bit longer.
Lorelai is growing too fast. She is still in newborn clothes thankfully. But she's getting bigger, and I love and hate it at the same time. She can now lift her whole upper body while doing tummy time. Just think of the Cobra pose in yoga and pilates, she's a pro at it :) She sleeps really well at night, and is just a happy girl. Her hair is getting longer, and I have tried several hairstyles, I still like the mohawk the best :)
I'm also proud to say that I have been doing pretty good at exercising. I have been trying everyday to get in half an hour of straight strength training everyday. I can now do 200 squats, 300 toe raises, 60-90 pushups, 200 jumping jacks, 100 crunches (on an exercise ball), 75 mountain climbers, and about 100 reps of 4 exercises that I don't know the name for... It makes me really happy that I can feel myself getting stronger, I try to push myself to do more and more reps, and it kills me, but I love it. I haven't figured out a way to go running with both children without spending the money on a jogging stroller... So we'll see what happens with that. Maybe I'll get motivated enough to get up at 6 so James can come with me and deal with Thomas, or maybe we'll do it at night (not an ideal situation because I hate being hot when I go to bed...) We'll see, since I am running a 5k in March. We are doing a 5k on the 14th, but we are just walking it. It's a fundraiser, so it's for a good cause.
James is a trooper, he still goes to work at a job I know he doesn't like everyday, and he doesn't ever complain about it. He is so amazing. I love that he gets to come home somedays at 3, and hate that we dont' get enough hours. I complain about it more than he does!! He is going to Wyoming for work in a few weeks... Yes, Wyoming, it's weird and I am not sure why they chose to do a corporate retreat in Wyoming... But he'll be gone for a few days, so I am going to stay with my family. I HATE being home alone at night, it makes me feel like I need to sleep with the gun just in case... So I'll go hang with my family.
Sorry all of my blog posts are like epics now.... I just don't write often enough and then I have too much to say. Although I suppose I have too much to say even when I do write more often...
Also Thomas has decided he wants to start potty training. He has used the big boy potty 3 times now, and this afternoon he came up to me while I was going to the bathroom and said "Pee!" and so I asked if he wanted to go pee, and he emphatically said "YES!" so I took off his diaper, and sat him on his little toilet and he went pee in the potty. I was so proud, I can't even express it. He has always been that way, when he is ready to do something new or learn something new, he lets us know. When he was ready to sleep in his own bed he stopped sleeping through the night in our bed. When he wanted to learn to walk he wouldn't let me go anywhere without holding his hands and letting him walk. When he wanted to feed himself he wouldn't take food from a fork unless he was holding it. I am so glad he's so wonderful, because there are so many times that I think to myself "I don't know how to teach him this, or when to teach him this" And then he lets me know, that he is ready for it, and we work together and he is extremely paitent with me as I learn how to teach him. I LOVE being a mom, and I am always amazed at how much divine help I am given on a daily basis.
So a brief overview of our summer so far.... We have a pass of all passes and we have been to Seven Peaks quite a few times, and we went to an Orem Owlz game, and Trafalga. We are going to another Owlz game on Saturday with some close friends of ours. Thomas has painted the bathtub (with washable paints), and his new favorite activity is to play with water. I fill up a big pitcher and give him cups and such and he sits on the front porch step and pours them back and forth. It makes me wish that we had a deck, or a porch that was safe enough for him to play on alone. Alas, we will suffer through apartment living for a bit longer.
Lorelai is growing too fast. She is still in newborn clothes thankfully. But she's getting bigger, and I love and hate it at the same time. She can now lift her whole upper body while doing tummy time. Just think of the Cobra pose in yoga and pilates, she's a pro at it :) She sleeps really well at night, and is just a happy girl. Her hair is getting longer, and I have tried several hairstyles, I still like the mohawk the best :)
I'm also proud to say that I have been doing pretty good at exercising. I have been trying everyday to get in half an hour of straight strength training everyday. I can now do 200 squats, 300 toe raises, 60-90 pushups, 200 jumping jacks, 100 crunches (on an exercise ball), 75 mountain climbers, and about 100 reps of 4 exercises that I don't know the name for... It makes me really happy that I can feel myself getting stronger, I try to push myself to do more and more reps, and it kills me, but I love it. I haven't figured out a way to go running with both children without spending the money on a jogging stroller... So we'll see what happens with that. Maybe I'll get motivated enough to get up at 6 so James can come with me and deal with Thomas, or maybe we'll do it at night (not an ideal situation because I hate being hot when I go to bed...) We'll see, since I am running a 5k in March. We are doing a 5k on the 14th, but we are just walking it. It's a fundraiser, so it's for a good cause.
James is a trooper, he still goes to work at a job I know he doesn't like everyday, and he doesn't ever complain about it. He is so amazing. I love that he gets to come home somedays at 3, and hate that we dont' get enough hours. I complain about it more than he does!! He is going to Wyoming for work in a few weeks... Yes, Wyoming, it's weird and I am not sure why they chose to do a corporate retreat in Wyoming... But he'll be gone for a few days, so I am going to stay with my family. I HATE being home alone at night, it makes me feel like I need to sleep with the gun just in case... So I'll go hang with my family.
Sorry all of my blog posts are like epics now.... I just don't write often enough and then I have too much to say. Although I suppose I have too much to say even when I do write more often...
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Eyes! Eyes!
This is what Thomas says when the sun is in his face, or if he stares at something bright and it hurts his eyes. He'll say it over and over again until I acknowledge it and ask if his eyes are bothering him. Then he'll simply say yes, and move on. That's how he is with most things these days. He just wants me to know he's talking, and as soon as I let him know I was and respond, he moves on. He says so many things now, a big problem is he learns new words, and I haven't figured out how to translate them yet...I'm getting better and he's pretty patient with me :)
He's also loving summer. Well, what summer we've had so far. The wind is putting a serious damper on his new swimming pool, we filled it up and I was so excited to spend the afternoon sitting on the grass with Lorelai while Thomas played in the pool, and then for the past week we have had insanely windy days... I think I'm more disapointed than he is...
Lorelai is an angel. Seriously, she's perfect. She is such an easy baby, I thank Heavenly Father constantly. Literally. She is content to just hang out, be held, not be held, sit up, lay down, watch her brother, whatever. There are a few things she doesn't like. She HATES being cold, so if she isn't wrapped up or cuddled then she fusses, until we put more blankets on her. She also dislikes being changed, I'm guessing for the same reason. You take off her clothes or her diaper and she is upset! But is happy almost immediately after you get everything back on. She's a month old, and I am loving it! Thomas and I talk about how cute she is, and he comes up and kisses her, and then he makes me go play with him. Good times.
James fixed my jogging stroller, so we went for a walk, and it was fabulous! I'm still supposed to wait 2 weeks, but that ain't happening! I'm feeling great, and I can tell when I am doing too much, so I just listen to my body and enjoy being physically active again. I got James to do a pilates video with me, it was awesome! He has a whole new respect for when I tell him I've done pilates. Lol He was actually pretty good at it! I think he prefers tennis and basketball, but still, he's a great husband for supporting me and doing it!
In summation.... All is great!
He's also loving summer. Well, what summer we've had so far. The wind is putting a serious damper on his new swimming pool, we filled it up and I was so excited to spend the afternoon sitting on the grass with Lorelai while Thomas played in the pool, and then for the past week we have had insanely windy days... I think I'm more disapointed than he is...
Lorelai is an angel. Seriously, she's perfect. She is such an easy baby, I thank Heavenly Father constantly. Literally. She is content to just hang out, be held, not be held, sit up, lay down, watch her brother, whatever. There are a few things she doesn't like. She HATES being cold, so if she isn't wrapped up or cuddled then she fusses, until we put more blankets on her. She also dislikes being changed, I'm guessing for the same reason. You take off her clothes or her diaper and she is upset! But is happy almost immediately after you get everything back on. She's a month old, and I am loving it! Thomas and I talk about how cute she is, and he comes up and kisses her, and then he makes me go play with him. Good times.
James fixed my jogging stroller, so we went for a walk, and it was fabulous! I'm still supposed to wait 2 weeks, but that ain't happening! I'm feeling great, and I can tell when I am doing too much, so I just listen to my body and enjoy being physically active again. I got James to do a pilates video with me, it was awesome! He has a whole new respect for when I tell him I've done pilates. Lol He was actually pretty good at it! I think he prefers tennis and basketball, but still, he's a great husband for supporting me and doing it!
In summation.... All is great!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
First excursion
That's right, I did it. I took out both kids, by MYSELF! So it wasn't anything super intense, I got everything packed up and took the kids to my parents house for the day. So all I had to do was get them into the car and drive down there, but it was still a bit of an effort. Getting together diapers and extra clothes and making sure everyone had clothes and everything was a bit intense, I was worried I would forget something essential, like you know, the baby. But I managed to get everything and get down there! We played all day, and it was fun.
I had a fever this past weekend, it was horrible! I was freezing and sweating for a few days, completely miserable. Thankfully James got to take a few days off to help take care of me and the kids. We also went to see Snow White and the Huntsman.... meh. It was only okay, let's just say I don't like Kristen Stuart as anything, so that didn't add anything. But it wasn't too bad, pretty good if she wasn't in it, actually. We took Lorelai with us, and she was great.
Last night, however, she was not. I nursed her almost all night long. And when she wasn't nursing she was fussing. Which is really odd for her. She is always so chill, she only fusses if she's hungry, and then it's usually one yell, and then she waits for food. She doesn't even care if her diaper is dirty (which I almost wish she would so I could know if she pooped, right now I just change her every 1-2 hours, and it's always dirty, so I have no way of knowing when in that time frame she is filling her pants...) So needless to say last night was bad. I hope today she is better... We'll see
I had a fever this past weekend, it was horrible! I was freezing and sweating for a few days, completely miserable. Thankfully James got to take a few days off to help take care of me and the kids. We also went to see Snow White and the Huntsman.... meh. It was only okay, let's just say I don't like Kristen Stuart as anything, so that didn't add anything. But it wasn't too bad, pretty good if she wasn't in it, actually. We took Lorelai with us, and she was great.
Last night, however, she was not. I nursed her almost all night long. And when she wasn't nursing she was fussing. Which is really odd for her. She is always so chill, she only fusses if she's hungry, and then it's usually one yell, and then she waits for food. She doesn't even care if her diaper is dirty (which I almost wish she would so I could know if she pooped, right now I just change her every 1-2 hours, and it's always dirty, so I have no way of knowing when in that time frame she is filling her pants...) So needless to say last night was bad. I hope today she is better... We'll see
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Day 1
Today is my first day all alone as a stay at home mom of two... And it's going quite well so far! Thomas and I have had story time, and run around the house a little already, Lorelai has been perfect, she's eaten once, and just sat and chilled either in her swing or in my arms. I'd say so far today has been a success! Of course it's only 9:15am... I have high hopes!
James job is giving us issues... we decided a while ago that we would wait until Lorelai came and then start looking for another job for him. Well it's a good thing too, they are seriously cutting back on hours, they only give him enough to just barely keep him full time. Which I love in some ways, he get off most days around 3 or 4, which gives us much more family time. But at the same time we aren't getting paid as much, which is hard. We are trying really hard to spend less eating out and other misc things that come up. It's not that easy... The eating out will be much easier now that I can walk and cook food again.
Oh, did I mention that? Now that Lorelai is here all my pregnancy complaints have vanished! I'm still not in great shape (being on bedrest for 2 months, and partial bedrest for 4 months really makes you out of shape) but I feel so much better! I am cleaning my house and making meals and feeling great! Here are some updates on my two beautiful chillens (that's what my mom's southern relatives call children...)
Thomas: He is the perfect big brother. For the most part he ignores her. Which is great! when he does pay attention it's because he wants to hold her, or kiss her, or hug her. I feel like it's perfect! He wants to give her his toys, and he is always so excited when she squeaks or wakes up. He also gets really concerned if she cries (which she doesn't) It's adorable
Lorelai: The perfect baby. She only cries when she's cold or hungry, and it's usually just one yell. Then she'll stop, and see what you are going to do about it. She sleeps pretty well, not as great as Thomas yet, but we're working on it :) She is so chill, we did some newborn pictures yesterday, and she was great! She is getting bigger, and it makes me a little sad, but she's still quite tiny :) We went in for a one week check up, since she had a bad rash, and she had gained some weight, which is amazing. Most newborns loose in their first week, and slowly get it back, she's sustaining her weight :)
James: not my child, but still my family :) The perfect husband. Looking for another job, and looking forward to the police academy in a few months, it should be really good training for him. He was so great, having him home was like heaven. I realized that for the rest of our lives I am going to be sad that he has to go to work... I'll have to work on it, since he has to go to work. I totally cried this morning after he left, I'm worse than my toddler...
Me: Down to pre-pregnancy weight, and then some. In my entire pregnancy I gained a total of 5lbs (I was weighed the day I was induced) and now from that weight I am down 15lbs, or 10lbs from my prebaby weight. I am starting my diet either this week or next (waiting on a few food items I need) and I can't really start exercising for another month, but I have started doing some core strengthening exercises, just a few a day, but I'm dying to get back to regular exercise, so I'm pushing the limits of post pardum exercise allowments...
James job is giving us issues... we decided a while ago that we would wait until Lorelai came and then start looking for another job for him. Well it's a good thing too, they are seriously cutting back on hours, they only give him enough to just barely keep him full time. Which I love in some ways, he get off most days around 3 or 4, which gives us much more family time. But at the same time we aren't getting paid as much, which is hard. We are trying really hard to spend less eating out and other misc things that come up. It's not that easy... The eating out will be much easier now that I can walk and cook food again.
Oh, did I mention that? Now that Lorelai is here all my pregnancy complaints have vanished! I'm still not in great shape (being on bedrest for 2 months, and partial bedrest for 4 months really makes you out of shape) but I feel so much better! I am cleaning my house and making meals and feeling great! Here are some updates on my two beautiful chillens (that's what my mom's southern relatives call children...)
Thomas: He is the perfect big brother. For the most part he ignores her. Which is great! when he does pay attention it's because he wants to hold her, or kiss her, or hug her. I feel like it's perfect! He wants to give her his toys, and he is always so excited when she squeaks or wakes up. He also gets really concerned if she cries (which she doesn't) It's adorable
Lorelai: The perfect baby. She only cries when she's cold or hungry, and it's usually just one yell. Then she'll stop, and see what you are going to do about it. She sleeps pretty well, not as great as Thomas yet, but we're working on it :) She is so chill, we did some newborn pictures yesterday, and she was great! She is getting bigger, and it makes me a little sad, but she's still quite tiny :) We went in for a one week check up, since she had a bad rash, and she had gained some weight, which is amazing. Most newborns loose in their first week, and slowly get it back, she's sustaining her weight :)
James: not my child, but still my family :) The perfect husband. Looking for another job, and looking forward to the police academy in a few months, it should be really good training for him. He was so great, having him home was like heaven. I realized that for the rest of our lives I am going to be sad that he has to go to work... I'll have to work on it, since he has to go to work. I totally cried this morning after he left, I'm worse than my toddler...
Me: Down to pre-pregnancy weight, and then some. In my entire pregnancy I gained a total of 5lbs (I was weighed the day I was induced) and now from that weight I am down 15lbs, or 10lbs from my prebaby weight. I am starting my diet either this week or next (waiting on a few food items I need) and I can't really start exercising for another month, but I have started doing some core strengthening exercises, just a few a day, but I'm dying to get back to regular exercise, so I'm pushing the limits of post pardum exercise allowments...
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