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Quiet-Time Enduced Migraine.

2013-07-08T13:39:42.550-07:00

Sometimes I lose my patience.  Shocking, I know.  Nap time, quiet time, whatever you want to call it, is strictly enforced in my house for my kids health but also for my sanity.  And their safety.  Mean mommy can be kept at a distance much more often if we get in a daily quiet time.  Especially since this is the ONLY time during the day that my son goes in a different room from me, stops asking me questions, and plays on his own.  The.  Only.  Time. 

Some days are more difficult to keep mean Mommy at bay.  Right now, for example, I am in my car in the garage.....why, you ask?  Because while I was downstairs cleaning up all I could hear was Grayden right above me, alternating between running back and forth across his room and jumping on his bed....... for 30 minutes straight.  (This is as quiet as things get around here some days).  And mean Mommy was begging to come out and lose her cool.  I actually get physically exhausted just listening to him move around like that.  It makes my muscles clench.  I don't know why it affects me this way, but it does.  So sometimes the garage is my quiet time sanctuary.  Judge me if you must.



Maybe She's Born With It.....or not.

2013-06-26T20:34:13.597-07:00

Yesterday Grayden told me in no uncertain terms that I look like a boy when I don't have any makeup on.  It was much funnier than it was offensive, but it made me start thinking about makeup.  I am a makeup wearer.  I have been since the early teen years.  I dont know exactly when I started, but I do remember my mom handing me an eyeliner and telling me to go put some on.  I applied a little bit to the under side of my eyes, and when I went back to return it to her and get the final inspection, she told me, try again.  The top, too, she said.  So, I fixed it.  My mom and sisters are all makeup wearers.  In the words of my mother, "I don't understand why someone wouldn't want to look their best all the time." I am sure the reason why we women in my family are makeup wearers is really because of one obvious reason:  We look better when we wear it.  And we do.  In the words of my brother's wife, after joining the family and seeing us in our early morning glory, "Wow, your sisters really do clean up nicely."  This was not a comment on our after-makeup looks, but how surprised she was at what we looked like before we got ready for the day.  To give you a hint, my sisters and I would have "ugly contests" in our shared bathroom on a frequent basis.  I don't know if it is our cowlicks, our swollen eyes, our uneven skin tones and breakouts, or a combination of these or other qualities we all share, but sometimes it was hard to choose just one winner. Let me make it clear that I admit many, many women look great without makeup.  I hate you, but I'm happy for you.  And then there are the annoyingly blessed few who look better without makeup.  I was in a play with one of these women once, and as we sat there and applied our stage makeup I starting looking better and better while it made my friend look.....odd.  I am not being rude, but it is hard to explain.  Her features were almost ruined by makeup, her perfect skin covered, her perfect coloring altered unnaturally, until by the time she was done she looked like a homely clown person trying to badly cover unseemly features as opposed to what she really was.....one of the most naturally beautiful women God ever put on this earth.  Contrast that with the last show I was in, when I got zero comments about my looks until dress rehearsal, when three of the men in the show told me I was beautiful, and one even went to far as to ask if he could have his picture taken with me....with the understanding that I be in full costume and makeup.  I am not making this up.  (wow, small pun not intended).There is another group of women, who whether or not they actually need to, wear makeup all the time no matter the occasion.  Swimming, exercising, camping, playing sports.  They put on their face first, and these are the people you never see without makeup on, because they bring it everywhere and put it on in the wee hours before anyone sees them.  I am impressed with this dedication, but I don't share it.  I don't bring makeup on camping trips, or wear it to the beach, etc.  But I can't blame the people who do, because I know all too well the feeling that your features are a natural mess and it would only take you about five minutes to look much better than you do at the moment.  The one time I was super dedicated to my morning beauty routine was as a missionary in Toronto.  I didn't go to some third world country or tropical rainforest where it would have been unnecessary, I was in a big city where sister missionaries already stood out like frumpy thumbs because of the clothes we wore...blazers in the summer, really?.......so makeup was our only hope for looking normal.  I am not the only one who felt this way, the mission president's wife told me to teach my companions how to wear makeup, and when we had to start teaching the primary children and were wondering how we could get them to pay a[...]



Trying not to procrastinate.....

2013-05-13T20:33:00.282-07:00

Planning a lesson and I liked these words quoted by a man I trust:


Our Heavenly Father rejoices for those who keep His commandments. He is concerned also for the lost child, the tardy teenager, the wayward youth, the delinquent parent. Tenderly the Master speaks to these and indeed to all: “Come back. Come up. Come in. Come home. Come unto me.”

And.....



But what of an existence beyond death? Is death the end of all? Robert Blatchford, in his book God and My Neighbor, attacked with vigor acceptedChristian beliefs such as God, Christ, prayer, and particularly immortality. He boldly asserted that death was the end of our existence and that no one could prove otherwise. Then a surprising thing happened. His wall of skepticism suddenly crumbled to dust. He was left exposed and undefended. Slowly he began to feel his way back to the faith he had ridiculed and abandoned. What had caused this profound change in his outlook? His wife died. With a broken heart he went into the room where lay all that was mortal of her. He looked again at the face he loved so well. Coming out, he said to a friend: “It is she, and yet it is not she. Everything is changed. Something that was there before is taken away. She is not the same. What can be gone if it be not the soul?”

I am feeling particularly thankful for my faith in eternity, and my hope of enjoying it with my amazing family.



Let there be light.

2013-05-07T18:32:42.960-07:00

I have had a few revelation-caliber epiphanies recently.  Mock me if you will, but cutting pieces of pizza for Avery with kitchen scissors instead of a knife or my fingers pretty much changed my life.  Also, taking the pot of water off the burner and holding it over the sink while you put the Ramen noodles in prevents the otherwise inevitable crumbs of hard freeze dried noodles that fall over the sides and get down by the fire and then burn to a crisp.  Genius.

But the best revelation of late is about marriage.  My sister-in-law posted an article from middle aged Mormon man about mothers day.  I didn't even finish the entire article yet, because this phrase stuck out:

There is not a lot of praise from screaming kids, or awards given for changing diapers. When it comes to praise, she is dependent on what she feels inside, and what you lavish on her.

Okay, it's embarrassing to admit it, but everyone likes a little praise now and then, especially for a job well done, or for a little (or a lot) of extra effort, or for just plain old making it through the day without bursting into tears or hitting someone.  But what I had never considered is that really the only person who mothers get that from is their spouse.....because we all know that "what she feels inside" is not often praise, but stress and uncertainty and worry and guilt and other types of self flagellation.  Our poor husbands carry all that responsibility, and that is an extremly difficult and precarious position to be in....and very possibly why tension, arguements, unfulfilled expectations and all of those other wonderful aspects of most (all) marriages come into play.  I think it's possible that our subconscious knows this, so if our husband goes an entire family dinner without saying how delicious and piping hot it all is, and how amazing you are that you timed it all just right while he was driving home from work while one kid was screaming with hunger or boredom and the other kid was asking you to watch him breathe and you also managed to pick up the toys and put a new roll of toilet paper on the holder.....it may irritate you.  (Wow, that sounded like it might be a personal story but it's not). Or a myriad of other scenarios where you feel frustration towards your better half.  This may be the answer!  We are dependent on his praise, because without it we get zero.  

Of course, I'm not sure what the solution is.  Maybe be better at praising oneself a little bit, and realizing that husbands can't use their every breath to tell you how fabulous you are.  And if husbands are more aware of this responsibility they might be better at mentioning your skills a bit keep often.  Either way, it made me somewhat sympathetic towards my terrific husband who some times gets in trouble with me, though neither he nor I can be sure why exactly that is.  I'm going to try to keep this concept in mind.








Freddie Kroger

2013-04-23T21:24:12.269-07:00

I realized that blogging about my kids is pretty therapeutic.  During the day I can get frustrated, annoyed, or too focused on the task at hand that I don't appreciate them all the time, but when I remember the day and I think about them I laugh and smile and love writing about all the crazy things they do.Take grocery shopping, for example.First, I should say that I am a bad grocery shopper.  It may be because I never live in one city long enough to memorize the layout of the local grocery store, or I am just slow, I don't know, but I am the kind of person who has to go down every aisle more than once to get everything on my list.  I end up buying things that aren't on the list, forgetting things that are, and wandering around trying to find the day's most necessary item without success.Note to self.....just buy lemon juice when you happen to see it, because when it is actually being searched out it evades you.So now that I have told you my (formerly) secret shame, you might forgive me when I say that taking my kids with me to the grocery store makes grocery shopping go from annoying necessity to seventh circle of hell.  I stopped taking my blood pressure while shopping with my kids, something I am supposed to keep an eye on for multiple reasons, because it was always high when they were with me. Today.  Hm.  Well, Avery cries the entire time.  Not just today, every time.  She is so independent and......trust me on this....claustrophobic......she can't stand being buckled into the shopping cart. When grayden was little he was so thrilled to be face to face with me just inches away and having my close attention that he loved the shopping cart,  but not Avery.  Grayden is a different story.  He loves the grocery store, mostly because if I don't put him in the cart he runs up and down the aisles, grabs everything interesting off the shelves, and talks to all the strangers.  When I try and use discipline to get him to stay by the cart, like helping me push it, putting one hand on the side, or even riding along side it, he cries or forgets or sticks his leg out and somehow knocks things over or kicks people.  So, I put him in the cart.  Where all the food is.  Of course, his toys at home are not nearly as interesting as a shopping cart full of food.  Things get thrown.  Towers are built.  A tube of crescent rolls becomes a drumstick atop a bag of Sun Chips.  He tries to teach himself to juggle.  All while Avery is crying (still) and I can't find the dang lemon juice.So here is what happens when I take my kids to the grocery store.  After an indeterminate amount of time, I decide that certain things on my list aren't quite so crucial, I grab things that are expensive and unnecessary in the mind set that if I don't get my shopping done then at least I can feed them this stuff (cue unhealthy items) and I run to the checkout stand.  The cashier oogles at my baby, who of course doesn't cry for the few minutes the groceries are being checked out.....I haven't figured out why this is.  Grayden strikes up any conversation that comes to his head...Avery threw up on daddy, look how many teeth I have, mammals don't lay eggs, and other fascinating subjects.....which makes the oogling and attentive cashier take forever with the groceries.  Then, they put my bagged groceries in a new cart, and once I have paid I have to transfer the kids from one cart to another...except today, when they put a few bags of groceries, out of the nine total bags, up in the child's seat.  No room for Grayden, either.  So, I hold Avery with one hand and tell Grayden to hold on to the side of the cart and we make our way out to the car,  I quickly realize that I have one of those carts that pulls very hard to the left, which I didn't have a problem with when I had two hands, but with one hand I am pushing the t[...]



Today

2013-04-17T20:12:25.580-07:00

The first thing Grayden said to me this morning was " I had a dream that Storey had pizza for breakfast.  Can I?"  I don't know if he really had that dream or if he came up with that on the spot, if so, that's pretty impressive.  He also found black spray paint and sprayed a small part of the side of our house today.  What an adorable little vandal.  He also fell while jumping on his bed and hit his eyebrow on the window ledge and it gave him a nasty black goose egg.  When I dropped an open bag of graham crackers while standing at the pantry, he ran in like a flash, grabbed a cracker off the ground, and ran away as quickly as he could...I kid you not, if I had blinked twice I would have not seen him at all, he went that fast.

Yesterday Grayden and I had a little...big....run in at dinner time.  I know I let it go on too long, but he wouldn't eat while the family ate, so we all finished and left the table...which is the worst punishment for him...solitude......and instead of eating he kept leaving the table...got sent to his room until he was ready to take some bites.....came back to the table and still wouldn't eat....until finally I was practically forcing his mouth open and sticking a forkful of food in.  Mean nasty mom.  That made me think....I would really hate to watch a video of all my bad mom moments.  When I get frustrated, or lose my temper, or my patience, or when I'm lazy, or self-involved.  And I would really not want someone else to see that movie either, because it doesn't represent who I am.  I have great mother moments, too, and on average I think I do okay, but I thinkit would be hard to convince someone of that if the knew my worst moments.  I'm actually quite glad that I don't know every detail about the lives of the people I know.  Especially the bad stuff.  It would be hard not to think about it when I see them.  It would probably be hard not to make judgements about the kind of people they are, even though I know that my worst moments don't show the real me, the good person I try hard to be.  I know the scripture says "I, The Lord, will remember them no more" when talking about our mistakes, but we humans, we remember everything.  Sometimes it works out okay, my spouse and I definitely know the good the bad and the ugly about each other and we can still be happy and in love, but I think in the vast majority of circumstances those worst moments are best filed away and forgiven and forgotten.  (This totally ties in with my last post about prophets!  Judging people on their worst mistakes!)

Speaking of the "ugly", today Nate and I took the kids to a new little grocery store, and I looked abysmal.  I hardly got ready today, and then ran around like a maniac, it was muggy and rainy, by the time dinner was made and then eaten and we had to leave for the store I was disgusting and wearing mismatched clothes and I grabbed the closest shoes to the door (striped Toms) and we were on our way.  After a quick glance in the rear view mirror I told Nate I looked like the "before" picture on a makeover special.  He didn't seem to mind being seen with me, though.  Glad he still loves me after seeing me at my worst, both in life and in appearance.



Welcome to my evening scripture study thought process. Don't say I didn't warn you.

2013-04-16T19:10:24.964-07:00

I was reading in the Book of Mormon about Zeezrom.  If you don't remember, it's a great bad guy repents and turns good guy story, along with a little miraculous healing.  I like it.  But I had the thought that if I met Zeezrom, maybe if he knocked on my door as a missionary or was asked to give a sermon in church, would it bother me that he had been so conniving and mean and hateful towards men of God, and who knows what else he did that wasn't kept in the record?  I hope not.  I don't think so.  Anyway, it got me thinking about other "good guys" who live less than perfect lives.  Well, that's everyone.  But for some reason it bothers people a lot more if a spiritual leader sins.  (Nate was devastated when he found out Martin Luther King Jr was an adulterer).  One time my sister and I had a completely irreverent conversation that I guess I could call "what if the prophet" which started when she heard something negative about a President of the LDS Church, and we then began asking each other questions that mostly started with "would it bother you if he.." and "what if he had done....".   The conclusion?  A resounding NO, our faith is not based on the sins of the prophet, past or present.  (Besides, after our conversation we realized that most of the sinful scenarios we had come up with could be found in the scriptures, often done by the prophets themselves).  So why, then, is it so difficult to look past the wrongdoings of spiritual leaders?  I think of poor Joseph Smith.  A lot was asked of that boy.  And since most of his history is written by people who either adored him (positive stories) and those who distrusted/hated/wanted him dead (negative stories) then there are a lot of mixed messages about his life.  But the point is that even if every terrible sinful story were true, Why should it shake my faith?  If anything, the adversary would have been working overtime tempting the man, and nowhere in the scriptures does it say prophets are sinless.  The only personal choice I know he made that affects my life is the decision to pray in a grove of trees.......pretty much everything else is between him and God and the same goes for every prophet before and after him.  But it is so common for people to glorify spiritual leaders that it can be crushing to find out the possiblity that they just might spank their kids, yell at their wife, have an addiction, or a bad temper, or a deep dark secret.  Often people get so carried away by the wonderful stories....like boy Joseph refusing alcohol as a pain killer when he had to have surgery...and they think he must have been super amazing every second of his life and forget that he was human.  We all are. Aaaannnnnyyywwwaaaayyyyy.  Now that I have ranted, here is how my day went:  Avery cried all day.  Teeth or ear infection, only time will tell.  Grayden cried all evening. (Poor thing, his loving mother cooked him a nice hot meal for dinner, so of course he had to tantrum for an hour and a half. He has a hard life).  I spray painted the long wooden handle of a former rake to look like a light saber so we can use it to hit his birthday piñata.  I spray painted his headboard that I am going to decorate with a vinyl Star Wars logo.  I went to visit teach a girl in my ward who I had never met and who is moving tomorrow.   I.....fed my kids.  Remember how I said Avery cried all stinking day?  There wasn't much time for anything else.  Grayden learned how to skip and snap.  But not at the same time.  I ordered a ridiculously overpriced light saber ice pop contraption for the birthday.  (But seriously it is so cool, I got it at thinkgeek.com).  Now it is all of 9pm and I am exhausted.  So as soon as I clean my house, I'm going[...]



Thursday.

2013-04-11T20:32:51.055-07:00



At dinner Grayden held his fork close along his pointer finger and said, "Mom, I wish we had fork fingers.  It would make eating so much easier."  When I agreed he sighed sadly and said (rhetorically), "Why did Jesus make us with just normal fingers..."

My brilliant answer was that people would get stabbed if we tried to tickle them.  He thought that made a lot of sense.

Last night I went to mutual to plan the girls camp skit with the Laurels.  After that, (and after eating a cookie and a piece of cake, oh why do I have zero self control) I went grocery shopping by myself which I have decided is my new plan.  Never grocery shopping with children?  Yes, please.  It was blissfully quiet and unrushed.  And since I am gone every Wednesday evening anyway, it's a good two for one.  Peaceful and efficient, two of my favorite things.

Speaking of self control, today I went to a pizza buffet with a friend for lunch.  Pizza and buffet, two words that should never have been allowed to be put together.  I am not a health nut in the least, but Nate is so dedicated in his exercise routine and diet that I feel like I need to do something, if it just means slightly pay attention to what I eat.  Yesterday I jokingly pushed Nate with both hands flat on his stomach, and to be honest his abs are rock hard.  I just don't have the motivation to be that amazing.  When I do a show that requires dancing I get a lot of exercise, but that is pretty inconsistent.  Maybe once we join the YMCA I will go and take a class or two.  They watch your kids for free, and that is motivation enough.   Now someone else can play tag with him for a bit :). Today while playing tag for the 20th time, he fell and rolled his ankle a bit....and then he looked up at me and said, "Mom, I think I may have too much energy."   Smartest thing I've ever heard him say, before I realized.....he has probably heard that said in reference to him before.  Like, multiple times.

Four months from today our family is going to Grand Cayman on vacation.  I always feel like I desperately need a vacation about three months before we have one scheduled, but I guess I am a little ahead of the curve this time.  I think the roller coaster of last year that culminated in moving to Houston and then getting used to things here while my son acts like a deranged monkey on speed has made me want to take a step back from life and...I don't know, breathe a bit.  Recharge.  (even though the monkey is coming with us). Hopefully I have enough battery left for at least four more months.




Tips on how to raise a four year old:

2013-04-09T20:49:49.027-07:00

Totally kidding.  I have no idea whatsoever.  Besides, mine won't be four until the 27th.

Today he ran past me and said, "Mom, did you feel that air when I ran past? That's called the Wind of Death."
Today he begged, literally begged me multiple times to be able to sort and fold the pile of clean laundry I had put on my bed.
Today he tackled Avery with a little too much gusto and she cracked her head on the tile. (She's fine)
Today he asked to have quiet time instead of nap time and so I asked him what the rules for quiet time are.  He was able to recite all of them entirely on his own, and they are: no going into sleeping Avery's room, no loud stomping or pounding that makes the floor and entire house shake, no going to the top of the stairs and yelling if it is time to come down, and no tantrum after quiet time when I ask him to clean up the play room.  An hour and a half later he had broken every single one of those rules.
Today Nate got home after 7 and I lasted until 6:35pm before putting on a movie.  I was quite proud of myself.
Today he hid under the play room rug pretending he was a dinosaur fossil and commanded that I discover him.  39 times.
Today he told me that if I were a cake he and Avery would eat me.
Today he was a chef and cooked up some plastic waffles on his play grill.  Then he used a fork and knife to cut it up and fed all of his pretend bites to Avery, which thrilled her.
Today he read 32 of the 35 kindergarten sight words.  (When he can read them all he gets an ice cream cone)
Today he left three different flashlights in the on position scattered throughout the house.
Today he told me he loved me three times (awwwwww)
Today he went to timeout once for throwing ice at the dinner table and once for waking Avery up.

Today Avery somehow unrolled the entire roll of toilet paper in all three bathrooms.

As a side note, I took the kids to the local community college library yesterday.  Today 14 people were stabbed on the very same campus.  I am quite happy we weren't there.








Late Night with....Me

2013-04-08T20:52:17.799-07:00

Nice!  I can blog on my iPad.  Maybe I can even attach pictures from my camera role.  This may be dangerous, because at night after Nate falls asleep (at 9pm) and my insomniac self hangs out on the bed in the darkness, all sorts of randomness enters my mind, and I may be tempted to share it.  Is this blog public?  I don't even remember.
 I went to my blog tonight, the first time in a pretty long time, to look over the drastic change that has taken place in my children.  What they say is true, the older you get the faster time goes, and I am only 30 for crying out loud.  My son has lost all of his sweet toddler ness and grown into a crazed little boy.  He is so hilarious I could post daily entries that would send you right past giggling and straight to guffawing.  He is strong and hyper and handsome and brilliant and kind and rough and naughty and silly and curious and stubborn and mischievous and he talks nonstop.  He amazes me with his many talents and his ability to go from tantrum thrower to genius to cuddler and back again in less than five minutes.
 My daughter is knocking on the door of toddler and it terrifies me.  I have never been super crazy about babies, but I already miss the baby version of her.  And what if we don't have more kids?  Then she is the last sweet baby I will have, and I think about that every single time I put her in her crib. First I sniff her....yes, I take a big deep breath through my nose right at her neck.....and think, one day soon she will walk herself to bed and get in it without my help.  With my first kid I was counting down the days, but it is different this time.  Every milestone she reaches causes a little bit more heartache.  But at the same time it is so fun to watch her personality develop, and to see the differences and similarities between her and her brother.  It is fun to watch her do something new and be so completely thrilled with herself.  It's funny how young kids learn pride in their accomplishments.  You can see the look of self satisfaction in their eyes at just months old....wouldn't it be nice if that confidence stayed with us throughout our lifetime!
Life has been really good to us lately, and I have been thinking a lot about how much we have.  Then after listening to General Confence last weekend, it is just abundantly clear that life is wonderful.  Not perfect, but I would rather have it the way things are...... a little messy, a little challenging, a little murky......than worry constantly about the little things.  The most important things are in check, so it's all good :)




Let me e'splain. No, there is too much. Lemme sum up.

2012-11-29T18:25:29.652-08:00

We moved to Houston and we love it.  The job, the house, the ward, the friends, the weather, love, love, love.  Does that sound sarcastic?  It really isn't meant to be, because we honestly love it.  Grayden seems to be happy, too, which is a big gigantic bonus.Gray started a little preschool taught by the stake primary president that only has four kids in it and is only twice a week for two hours, and if you know this child at all, you will understand me when I say it is exactly what the doctor ordered and he is in heaven.  The teacher is great and even sometimes alters the project or lesson just for him to make it more challenging when it involves things like letters and spelling, which I appreciate since he is already starting to read a little and I want him to keep progressing that way.  It pains me that he has to wait until the fall to go more than two days a week.  But he'll live.  And I will be patient with his incessant asking if it is preschool day....every single day.I put the house together (kind of) and have been happy getting accustomed to life around here.  (Groceries cost how much???)  I got called to the YW presidency which is mostly super awesome for the following reasons:  the other three girls in the presidency are the coolest people ever, all three of them have a three year old kid for Grayden to be friends with, and I pretty much think the Young Women organization may very well be the most important in the Church.  Not to mention this specific group of girls is truly amazing, and I've only known them for two weeks.Nate is so excited about his job and the company he is with, that sometimes he just likes to happily discuss how wonderful it is.  Even though one of the guys affectionately refers to Nate as "choir boy" (they don't see many construction managers who don't swear, drink, smoke, or tell dirty jokes), they all really like him and he is making good friends.  He put together a wooden swing set and then stained it, and I consider that my Christmas present even though it is supposed to be for the kids.  (As a side note the three guys who came and helped him were the husbands of the three women who are in the presidency with me.  See.  Told you they were cool).  Nate is working later than he ever has in our marriage and with traffic he is getting home after 6pm sometimes!  Gasp!  I will have to accept that fact that the days of him being home at 4:30 are over.  So sad. Avery is nearly seven months old and is already high maintenance. She hates baby food and will only eat real food, much like Gray did at this age, so I am having to get really creative with feeding her toothless self, since she mostly just wants to eat food she can can pick up by herself and get into her mouth, which is a very short list.  But, she sleeps 10-12 hours at night and LOVES her big brother.  The crazier he is, the more she laughs....which is really unfortunate for me.  She also loves Daddy.  And he loves her to death, too.We are getting ready for Christmas, tree up, decorations all around, advent calendar ready to go.  Grayden is very concerned Santa will not come because he was made aware of the fact that it does not snow in Houston.  According to his logic, Santa and snow go together and therein lies the problem.  We are doing our best to explain that one.  I am going to try to do better at blogging, but I can tell you right now it will probably be mostly about the things Grayden says and does, because the entertainment NEVER ends around here.  Aside from counting everything and trying to sound out all the words he sees, he is, like all children, very literal and so I have to set things straight for [...]



July and August! Chicago, Camping Football...

2012-09-24T16:16:22.518-07:00

 Somewhere Nate and and I have a picture of just the two of us in this exact spot when we were engaged.  When we find it, it will be fun to compare the two :)                                                           Sadly, this frog didn't make it.  [...]






WE HAD A BABY

2012-06-21T18:53:12.199-07:00


I need to post more pictures, this is all we have on our computer so far.  We are lame.  She was even blessed last week!  And had her first trip to Disneyland!  And we even brought the camera out for those special occasions!  (Okay, I admit we only got out the iPhones, but who carries a camera around?)


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Born May 4, 2012 at 4:02pm.  Less than five hours of labor.  19 inches, 6 pounds 15 ounces.  She's a good baby.  And not as grumpy as she looks in that last photo!



Starting Anew.

2012-04-15T20:17:06.853-07:00

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One year later. So much bigger. In an effort to not deny my second child of any pictures taken or life history shared, I'm going to try to start blogging again. We did catalog the first two years of our firstborn's life, and we're glad we did. I think I would regret it if I didn't ejournal after this next one is born. So, here we go, back in the saddle. Hopefully.



Excuse the Absence.

2011-05-13T16:49:25.232-07:00

We didn't disappear off the face of the Earth or anything. Well, we sort of disappeared from Vegas for a good 4 of the last 8 weeks, but that's not why I haven't posted anything.

I can't download pictures anymore because it keeps telling me we ran out of room...so I finally asked Nate and he said he knows how to clear them out so I can download again.

It's too bad, too, because life has been really interesting the past two months. I just don't like posting things without corresponding pictures. So stay tuned. Nate will get to it sometime this summer :)



Oldies but Goodies

2011-03-07T15:18:39.958-08:00

I recently ordered a personalized calendar online, so I've been browsing through my pictures. It became apparent that with toddlers you can pretty much exchange the face in the picture for any other kid's face, from any decade, and it's all the same. In every recent picture, Grayden is doing something messy, naughty, or goofy. Which is understandable, since those are the three verbs that best describe him at the moment. Or I could substitute them all for one word: Funny.I also found some pictures of him with Grandma and Grammy, so this is for them:You may notice that many of them have to do with hats. He's a little obsessed with putting everything on his head. I don't have a picture of him with his BYU beanie, but that's because he wears it so often we don't think of it as interesting or cute anymore. But I do think he is interesting AND cute.[...]



Growth Spurt

2011-02-09T12:18:33.541-08:00

The entire pan of Campbells chicken noodle soup, two pieces of toast, half a baked potato dipped in A.1., and a few handfuls of grapes.

Lunch for my one-year-old. And he's asking for more.

The past week has been really interesting at mealtime. Grayden is eating everything we put in front of him, even if he hasn't liked it in the past. He has 2-3 bowls of cereal and a banana for breakfast, and then is crying for more food 1-2 hours later. He cries for more food after he's eaten a hot dog with bun, tomato slices, and apple wedges for lunch.....isn't this supposed to happen when he's a teenager, not now??






WOW.

2011-02-02T19:36:13.113-08:00

Some of you may remember my super awesome story about9 hours of jury duty.

If not, maybe you remember my excitement when the ten dollar check came in the mail.

What I didn't know then, that I know now, is that when I entered that ten dollar's worth of income into Turbotax, it would lower my return by five dollars.

That's right, 50%. Gotta love it.



He has Calvin hair

2011-02-01T13:54:20.427-08:00

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But still so cute.



Why I'm Not Smart Anymore

2011-01-31T19:36:46.707-08:00

I'm feeling like my I.Q. has dropped significantly in the last few years. I had to help my 13 year-old niece with her Algebra homework last week and I seriously wanted to cry I miss math so much. I miss being good at something. I miss feeling smart. I miss intelligent conversation. My most recent conversation went something like this:

Leaving the cousin's house for the airport:

Grayden:
uh bye bye, uh Devon. Me: Yep, we said goodbye to Devon. G: Uh bye bye, uh Josh. Me: That's right, we said goodbye to Josh. G: Uh, yeah. Bye bye uh Lyssa? Me: Yes, Alyssa too. (Repeat for Brianna, Zach, Mckenna, and Cameron). G: Mommy? Me: Yes Grayden? G: Black. Me: You see something black? G: Yeah. Mommy? Uh pink. Me: You see something pink? G: Uh yeah. Mommy? Uh Red. Me: What do you see that's red? G: Uh flag. Me: You see a red flag? G: Uh yeah. More? More flag? Me: We can try and look for another flag. G: Uh please? Me: I don't see another flag, but I'll look for one. G: Uh car. Mommy, uh car. Brown. Me: You see a brown car? G: Uh yeah. Mommy? Uh airplane? Uh sky. Me: Yes, we're going on an airplane in the sky. G: Uh fly? Mommy, uh fly? Uh airplane? Me: That's right, it flies. We're going home to see Daddy. G: DAAAAAAAAAAD! DAAAAAAAADDDY! DAAAAAAAAD! Uh work? Me: Yes, Daddy's at work, but we're going to see him tonight. G: Mommy? Uh flag?

And it continues. I'll put you out of your misery. But that's a really good snapshot of the 45 minute drive. Don't get me wrong, it was hilarious. I love talking to him. It just doesn't take a whole lot of brain power, you know?

So, I'm trying to think of ways to use my brain. I haven't come up with any good ideas.....aaaaaand we're back to the whole I.Q. problem.



Super. Annoyed.

2011-01-21T21:00:22.665-08:00

Can someone who is more tech savvy than Nate and myself please tell me why our family picture is perfectly crystal clear as our desktop background, in Picasa, when printed out, and when shown in the blogger uploading window, but then is a blurry mess when I actually open my blog and see the header?

I'm too grumpy to spend any more time on it. I request help from anyone who reads this.

Thanks.



A Letter

2010-12-15T14:45:29.397-08:00

Dear random author of the New Mexico Bowl Game wikipedia page,You know who you are.I am going to the bowl game this Saturday. I wasn't quite sure in exactly what city the game is located, and I live in Las Vegas and lack a lot of clothing that is appropriate for cold weather. Unless you count the clothes my mom bought me 6 years ago the winter after I got home from my mission. Hoping that the temperature doesn't get too low at the game, I got onto trusty google and searched "New Mexico Bowl Game". To my surprise, one little bowl game has it's own wiki page! I have been instructed by wikipedia before, and usually find it's information informative. As I had hoped, in the first paragraph I learned the game is held in Albuquerque, where the winters are somewhat mild. Suddenly I wondered, is it so masterfully updated that it would contain the information about the 2010 bowl game? I scrolled down, and lo and behold, there was a sentence or two about this year's game:The 2010 New Mexico Bowl included UTEP from Conference USA, the first time a team from outside the WAC or MWC had played in the game.Nothing about BYU. Okay, I understand, if UTEP playing in the NM Bowl was a first timer, it deserves mentioning. But then I saw the chart.Game results Date Played Winning Team Losing Team Notes December 23, 2006 San Jose State 20 New Mexico 12 notes December 22, 2007 New Mexico 23 Nevada 0 notes December 20, 2008 Colorado State 40 Fresno State 35 notes December 19, 2009 Wyoming 35 Fresno State 28 (2OT) notes December 18, 2010 UTEP ' BYU notesWait a gosh darn minute. Do you consider yourself some type of seer, Mr. Author? A super duper sports critic? You can't even use the excuse that you just put the teams in alphabetical order! Why, I ask, did you even have to list the teams as winning and losing at all? They haven't played yet. If you wanted to include the information about the competing teams, perhaps you could have added it after the special UTEP reference in the body of the paragraph.Let me be clear, Wikiman. I went to BYU. My parents went to BYU. My husband played football for BYU. Every time my one year old sees the letter "Y" or a football helmet he yells "Go Cougars!". I'm a fan. And I don't appreciate you displaying your useless opinions to the entire world as if it were gospel.I wanted BYU to win before, of course. But now that I've seen your stupid chart, I desperately want them to win, just to see those two team names FLIPPED.Yours truly,Mandy KolbabaByu fan and Wikipedia boycotter[...]



Evil Dr. Pork Chop

2010-11-29T14:58:48.027-08:00

Didn't get much sleep last night. Grayden, who normally sleeps like a dream, screamed at the top of his lungs from about 10 to 12. We took turns going in and calming him, but he always eventually went back to screaming. This isn't the first time this has happened, he sporadically has nights with fits of terrible screaming, maybe two or three a month.

I may be a crazy mom looking for silly excuses, but I think it's nightmares. But what could an 18 month old dream about that could be so scary??

Well, last night he told me the horrible thing that attacked him in his dreams. I went in his room and picked him up, sat down on the rocking chair in the dark and he rested his head on my shoulder and whimpered a little. After about a minute, he said, "Pig".

So, there ya go. Since the only movies he will watch are Signing Time, with no bad guys, and an occasional Toy Story, it must've been Hamm's diabolical alter ego that invaded his subconscious. Either that, or he has a small obsession with farm animals.

I wonder if Disney pays out damages for psychologically traumatized toddlers?