Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Unfortunately these blessed little awards come with "rules" -- rules you are supposed to follow. I simply wanted the praise. Blast. The only part I have trouble with is the tagging others. Not that I don't want to pass this fabulous award along, I just get nervous to "tag" anyone outside of my sisters because blogs are personal (obviously I don't mean personal like "private" since the idea is that someone is reading these posts). I mean people do what they personally want with them and I don't know that anyone wants me to tell them what they have to post. With my own sisters they will simply ignore if they want. Still, I'll see what I can do.
Here are the rules to receiving this award:
You have to pass it on to 5 other fabulous bloggers in a post.
You have to list 5 of your fabulous addictions in the post.
You must copy and paste the rules and the instructions below in the post.
On your post of receiving this award, make sure you include the person that gave you the award and link it back to them.
OK, so I linked to Shannon above (and now here). She was the beloved sister who awarded me this fabulous award.
Some fabulous bloggers to pass this on to? Well, I love all the blogs of my friends and family. But for safety's sake I will say:
Megan first off. She is a fabulous blogger and sister in general for always doing nice stuff for me, and bringing me all her clothes she tires of (she shops lots more than I do), and being excited for me about whatever. She seems to switch her blog periodically back and forth between private and open, so if you click on her link you may or may not be lucky enough to see the girl.
Oh, and how about my nieces: Jessica, Ashley, and Kristen. I love when those cute girls post something and they certainly don't nearly enough, so perhaps this will give those fabulous girls some motivation. I've talked about my grown up nieces before, but they make my life so much more enjoyable than it would otherwise be!
OK, who will be the lucky last blogger to be awarded this tiny fabulous square? . . . I would say so many of you . . . ohhhh (biting my nails) . . . how about . . . Sara!! That is right, I am talking to you my niece on Mike's side. You are the lucky fabulous one. Are you even reading this?? Well, you better be and you better get posting your little award along with something else as you also seem to need a little motivation to get you posting more for your sweet aunty to read.
As for five fabulous addictions. Since when are addictions fabulous? Maybe if you are addicted to good things? Like addicted to reading your scriptures? (Oops, maybe that sounded sacrilegious, but it made me chuckle. Besides, I do like to read my scriptures, so there). Anyway, here are some addictions (though this is starting to feel like coming up with "quirks" which only made me feel so like a boring soul).
1. Running. There, that is a fabulous addiction. I haven't ran in three plus weeks now and it makes me so sad. Really, I do love to run. It is pretty much the only "me" thing I have kept doing since having children. But I feel forever blessed that I didn't make the volleyball team in 9th grade and so, heart broken, joined the cross country team. It is how I get my alone time, where I think some of my deepest thoughts, and of course, good for my health. It is hard to find ways to get out what with so many little ones at home and a husband who works long hours, but I love it. I actually feel little twinges of jealousy when I am driving somewhere and pass by someone out running.
2. Blogging. What a fun thing this blog business has been. Fun to read posts of friends and family, and a new "me" thing that I have added to my life -- being able to write little bits of stuff and get a few comments about it is so enjoyable.
3. Treats and baking. Sigh, that is probably not a fabulous addiction, but I do love it. I was always the dessert maker of the family. Sunday's it was a given someone would suggest I go make brownies. I really do have a horrible sweet tooth and while I don't like cooking meals much, I quite enjoy having the kids help me whip up a cake or cookies or some such.
4. Cute clothes for my kids. I'm thrifty enough and luckily for Mike I don't actually enjoy going shopping much (I know, weird) so I don't buy them clothes that often, but I do find myself wanting to buy cute little items of clothing for my kids whenever I see them. Nothing else in stores catches my eye or tempts me nearly as much as a darling little dress or sweater for one of my girls and I get so happy when someone passes on something cute for my kids (like my friend Jessica who just brought me an entire bag of clothes for Daisy that her daughter had outgrown! Thanks Jess!!).
5. A Good Book. I am not always reading. In fact often I am avoiding reading and that is because if I am reading a book that truly interests me I simply can't put it down. Mike will tease that I am the least present and fun wife imaginable when I am in the middle of a book because I will be sneaking it out when we are supposed to be watching a movie together or when he wants to tell me something interesting, etc. But I love how a story makes me feel and how an authors descriptions of children or love or whatever it might be makes me more aware of those things in my own life. I am often sad when a good book is over simply because I miss the people so much and know I can't ever know the rest of their story (and yes, that is how I feel even with fictional characters!). I once made my sister laugh at me for saying I wanted to send the missionaries to baptize Levin from Anna Karenina. And for days I was so sad and missing the family from How Green Was My Valley. Does anyone have a good book for me to read? Maybe you shouldn't tell me as I will then be stuck to it and unable to care for my poor young children until I've finished it! :)
There, did I do all that was required? I'm not sure. I hope so. I don't want this award ripped from my deserving blog by the award patrol due to failure to meet all the requirements!!
Monday, December 29, 2008
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Look at it. It is a gorgeous house. It might even lead you to believe that we are a little (ok, a lot) better off than we are, but that is because we got an impossible price. It was a foreclosure and we paid half of what it appraised for not long ago. A small fortune less than our half-the-size WA all siding house and much much less than any similar house around here. It is rather shocking what we got it for and considering that the bank had several other offers come in at the same time as ours, a bit miraculous.
It is strange because it is not at ALL what we were looking for. We wanted land or a close commute for Mike. This is neither. What's more, we won't actually be moving in for some time. We will need to do some major clean up first (which, luckily, is EASY when you have a toddler, a newborn and a couple kids being homeschooled). BUT, despite that and a number of very odd things about this house, I feel so so calm and happy and excited. I feel like a number of wacky and accidental things just kept falling (maybe more pushing things) into our favor -- with out us even being aware of them. I really feel like a lot of prayers are being answered in a very round about way by us securing this house which is so far from what we were trying to find.
Who knows, maybe with all this "news" in the air, we will soon be sharing the news that we have actually purchased a vehicle that can fit our entire family. (Yes, sadly and truly ever since Jesse's arrival we have had to drive two cars anywhere we want to go as a family. We need to get crackin' on that).
Monday, December 15, 2008
Daisy told me she snuckily did something the other day. My kids often do something not "sneakily" but "snuckily." I love snuckily.
Yesterday was Mike's parent's mission farewell. It was a great meeting and Mike's dad even sweetly referred to tiny little Jesse in his talk. Goldie told me afterwards that it was the "best church day ever." I asked if it was because of grandma and grandpa's talks, or possibly because Anna was there (an older and worshipped cousin). "No," she said, "It was because of the food! 'Cause I LOVE to eat!" (There was plenty of good eatin' afterwards).
-- Even though it gets more and more fun as these babies start interacting with you more and doing fun things, I almost feel like crying every time I hold him to think that in only a matter of weeks he will no longer be this tiny slumpy helpless little being. I love love how he "molds" into me and sleeps away.
-- It is so crazy to have a new little person who is suddenly eternally bound to your family and to think, "What on earth if we hadn't had this one?" It is an impossible thought. However, as my grandparents once replied to that line of thinking when my own parents once made a similar comment, "That way lies madness!"
P.S. I am still enjoying all of your posts . . . it is just generally when I am nursing Jesse that I read them . . . which means one handedness . . . which means it seems like too much work to comment.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
BOY!! Finally, after all my complainin', our little boy made his appearance.
True he was four days late, but as I guessed, that doesn't seem to matter so much anymore. Jesse Frank was born Tuesday Dec. 9, 2008 at 9:06 am. He was 21" and weighed 8 lbs. 2 oz. (the exact same weight as his older brother was).
Monday, December 8, 2008
It is silly because everything you read says that up to two weeks before or AFTER your due date is "normal," but it doesn't feel normal. And honestly, I have NEVER heard of anyone going two weeks past their due date. Probably people used to, but it seems like if anyone is even one day past their due date these days they are immediately induced. I have nothing against being induced. Probably half of my many nieces and nephews came happily into this world after an induction. I always am so excited when one of my loved ones are getting started and I know a new little one will be here shortly, but, for some reason, I have never wanted to be induced myself. I don't know why exactly. I have no concerns about it or how it would go and if there was any reason to worry my baby was too big, or there was low fluid, or anything, I would IMMEDIATELY opt for an induction. I think it is just that I never have been and truly, as much as I go insane waiting, that whole ending of wondering when and then suddenly thinking, "Oh my goodness, I think I'm in labor!" is so fun to me and so part of the package deal of my pregnancies that I feel cheated to miss it. It is really pretty much the highlight of the entire pregnancy for me. Plus, Mike is also all about letting nature take its course as long as baby seems fine. He is much more calm about things and doesn't see why the exact date is such a big deal or why we have to force baby out if it doesn't come on that day. So, he helps me feel calm . . . but he is all that does.
Everything else makes me feel very very frustrated! And unfortunately, the due date IS a big deal to me. You spend nine months counting to that day -- and assuming you will have a baby BY that day. There is something about going past that day, especially several days passed, that makes you truly begin to feel like you will never go into labor. It is just so disappointing. Obviously, the day baby comes, I will think nothing of how many days extra I was pregnant, but right now, it is all I think about. I wake up at 5:00 or 6:00 am every morning and can't go back to sleep because I feel so frustrated and disappointed. I don't feel like seeing people because they all wonder what on earth I am still doing here. It is even more frustrating because I feel like everyone just thinks I'm stupid for still being pregnant (especially frustrated pregnant) when I could so easily not be (mind you, I know everyone doesn't really think that, I just feel that way because well, it is partly true, and every person who hears I'm past due does sadly comment, "Oh, won't your doctor start you?").
I think I am most let down because I feel like I will have to be induced, but because I don't want to, I will have had the added frustration of hoping and waiting for another week which will have been pointless if I am to be induced anyway. Oh, I know logically this is all so ridiculous of me, but honestly I feel like crying every day! I was able to be patient over the weekend because there were fun things to do, but today -- sending Mike off to work, back to doing school with the kids (I've scheduled them a week off whenever baby arrives) is so anti climatic to assuming we'd have a baby by now. I'm sorry I keep not answering anyone's phone calls -- even my most loving well intentioned siblings. I just feel like I will burst into tears or totally unreasonable frustration to have to continue saying, "No, nothing is happening," to anyone. Why am I such a wreck!!?
Friday, December 5, 2008
Well, no news is good news? Sigh. I am trying to be patient as everyone in our family has colds and sore throats right now (except Abe who never gets sick), and maybe I shouldn't wish baby into a house of sniffles and coughs. But, these better be the last pregnant pictures of me for a long long time!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
I was talking with my mother-in-law and sister-in-law about memories the other day. We were discussing how sad it is that we remember so little from when we were young as well as pondering why we do remember some of the seemingly insignificant or at least random moments from our youth. For example, I grew up knowing only one grandparent. My mom's dad and my dad's mom died before I was born, and my dad's dad died before I was two. Still, I have this tiny memory/image in my mind of him. Sometimes I doubt its reality because it is fuzzy and I would have only been about 1 1/2. Still, I am standing in the doorway of the little apartment in my parent's basement -- the apartment we currently sleep in -- and I am looking rather apprehensively at my grandpa Thatcher who is sitting at the foot of his bed (much as Penny looks at her own grandpas in this very cautious stage of her life). He is coaxingly holding up a small piece of wrapped candy. That's it. Why would I remember that? Yet I don't see why my brain would make it up, and my grandpa did stay in this apartment prior to his death. I don't recall if I was bold enough to go and get the candy or if I toddled back off, but there it is.
Marnie (my sister-in-law) and I were also talking about some of the things our kids do seem to clearly remember even though they were very young. For example, when Daisy was two and Abe was three, we stayed at a hotel on the beach in CA. At night, TONS of rabbits would come out. One night we heard little Abe and Daisy giggling away in their room. We peaked in and found that Daisy had climbed out of her pack-n-play. She and Abe were sitting on the low windowsill of their hotel room looking out at all the rabbits. They were giggling so happily that we didn't have the heart to put them back to bed for a long time. They seem to remember this very clearly, and I wonder if they simply think they remember the story well because we've told it to them so often, or maybe do actually remember it for that very reason -- it has been kept in their mind by its retelling.
Anyway this also made me think of stories about me from when I was little that I don't actually remember. I know them simply because someone else recorded them. My mom has a journal entry about what a great helper I was with her peach canning one day. Apparently I faithfully did seven bottles in the time it took her to do 77. I like that I know how slowly and steadily I helped with canning -- completing one bottle for each of her 11.
My dad often tells me of the time he came home to find me up on the counter in the sugar bowl. Apparently I'd been warned many times. When I saw him I said, "But daddy! I don't even want to be up here!"
My older sister Amy has a journal entry about driving out of our driveway and then pausing to ask a lone little me what I was up to. I was apparently sitting on the curb -- barefoot and disheveled (as I think we often were) and looking a little lonely. She asked what I was doing and I replied, "Ah, nothin' just holding a potato bug." She kindly asked to see it only to have me respond a little embarrassed, "It's just an old dead one."
I love that somewhere someone would have written some little things that I don't remember about my childhood, and it has reinforced in me how good it is for us to write the little stories about the things our kids do and say. Chances are they won't remember much of it, and will love to hear it down the road some day. In fact, one of my kid's very favorite things is for me to pull out my little book of silly things they have said to read to them. They think it is the greatest thing in the world to hear about how funny or clever they were.
Anyway, I'm not done, oh no, but done for a minute anyway.
So, here is attempt 1:
"So, we've talked a lot about marriage, but do you ever think about marriage to me?" That was what he asked me that night in August as we lay looking up at the stars on the old rectangle trampoline in his back yard. My answer might have been a little more subtle, but it wasn't. "Yah!" I exclaimed, "All of the time." A month earlier my sister had asked me what I thought would happen with Mike, and that is when it first really hit me. I had absolutely no intention , slight thought of, or even reason to consider ever breaking up with him; and I knew as confidently as I'd ever known anything that he had no plan of setting me aside. It was a strangely surprising and yet calmly normal realization -- the realization that neither of us planned on ever moving on from the other, and what must that logically mean? That meant I was going to marry Mike. I could foresee nothing happening to change that course though we'd yet to even discuss it. "Well," my 22 year old self answered (happily confused at how obvious the response was), "Mike and I will probably be getting married." I tucked the little thought in my head and contentedly waited for things to unfold as they most assuredly would. . . and did.
Could the rest of you all write a few memoirs now to give me ideas of what they could be? Yes, put them on your blogs at once -- just some little tiny snippets from your lives. You are all tagged. Every last one of you family and friends. A birth story, a moment with a parent or kid, a marriage story, a vacation snippet. I don't know. Please!!? Nothing gets me thinking better than reading lots of other stuff. And I am in the mood to be thoughtful about life.
Despite all this, I quite enjoy sitting down occasionally to plunk out a few halting little tunes. At no other time is this more true than at Christmas time. I truly love Christmas music. I have been quite lonely for my boxed up Christmas CDs (though very grateful to Shannon for making me some copies of hers -- oops, now she will be arrested. Sorry Shan!). But, playing Christmas music on the piano is just as happy for me (even if I play far too slowly for anyone to sing along). In fact the entire reason we ever bought a piano to begin with (as my skill certainly didn't warrant it) was that Christmas was approaching and it made me long ever so much for a piano to play some holiday music on. I love all the traditional songs, and lately I have been especially fond of a few less common ones that make me happy -- Coventry Carol; Still, Still, Still; and Bring a Torch Jeanette Isabella.