my thoughts on motherhood, kids, books and stuff

My Midnight Run To Get “Breaking Dawn”

I decided at the last minute tonight to run to Borders to get Stephanie Meyer’s new book “Breaking Dawn”. I got there at 11:54 with just enough time to get a numbered bracelet and get in line. They had a count down as if it was New Year’s Eve and there was lots of screaming and jumping when the clock struck twelve.

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It was an interesting crowd there. There was a group of moms (like me) standing in line in front of me. They were all hyper and chatty…so I guess they weren’t really like me. I was tired. It WAS midnight and my baby has been getting up at 4am all week to nurse. 

The group behind me was a group of high school girls. I heard a lot of, “Whatever!” and “Nuh uh!”’s.  Then one girl glimpsed the number 414 on my bracelet and said to her friend, “Oh!  We should totally be in front of HER! We are LIKE 125!” And then they pushed past me and elbowed their way several feet in the line until the totally rockin’ employee handing out rewards cards kicked them out of the line and told them to wait until they were called. Us mom’s in line snickered as they grumbled their way to the back. 

I finally realized that it didn’t really matter if I was in line because they were calling groups of numbers and I was still over 300 away so I wandered out of line to find a book. 

When I got back in line I was behind a dad and his daughter. The dad was older and gray and the daughter could have been anywhere from 13 to 17.  It is hard to tell these days. Her dad looked tired but happy and she talked his ear off the whole time we waited. When it was time to move forward he would gently put his hand on her back and nudge her forward in line while he smiled and nodded at her as she talked.

I want to be the parent that would stay up to take their kid to a book release party at midnight when I am tired.

When I got to the front of the line I had made it to page 25 of a book called The Bright Forever by Lee Martin and I was really into it so I had to scrounge around in my purse for a pen and paper so I could write down the name and author so I could reserve it at the library.

When I got to the counter I saw a couple of younger men (who were alone) at the counter buying the book.  Of course, their copies of Breaking Dawn were hidden under another “manly” book as if they were getting the romance novel for their girlfriend and “Pimpin’ Your Civic”, or the likes, for themselves. Save your money. We all saw through it.  I bet they totally went right out and started reading in their cars.

When I got to the counter they scanned my credit card and I picked up a pen to sign the receipt but she told me not to bother and shoo’d me away.  Good way to keep the line moving fast.

I ended being in the store for only an hour.  Not bad.

So here it is 2am and I am off to read the first chapter while I curl up in bed. 

What the heck!  Kai will be waking up in two hours to nurse anyway.  I might as well pull an all-nighter!

 

The Messes Can Wait

Today was a success. 

My floors aren’t vacuumed and my bathrooms are picked up, but not really clean. 

My laundry is only partially done.

I didn’t shower today.

The kids ate tomatoes and quesadillas from the microwave for dinner. 

We ate it at 9:00pm.

Their rooms are pigstys.

BUT

We spent two hours at the park.

We went to the library and restocked our “to read” piles.

We had an hour and a half of cuddle/rest time in my bed and giggled and talked the whole time.

We spent two hours outside riding bikes, jump roping, walking Kai in his stroller and chasing around. 

We had ice cream with fresh fruit for dessert.

Every time they asked if they could have a cookie today I said, “yes”, until they were gone.  They were in shock.

They went to bed tired and happy.

MUCH more rewarding than a spotless house.

While Cuddling With Lincoln

“Mom, do cavemen ever take baths?”

“Mom, how many people are in the whole world?  I think there are one hundred and fifty eight thousand…plus one more than that.”

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Giving me his best pirate impersonation.  Dirty face and all.

“Mom, what does it feel like to be a baby in your mom’s tummy?”  (I answered this by having him curl up in a ball and I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight in a spoon position.  He said it felt good.)

“Could I breathe under water when I was a baby in your tummy?”

“Mom, who was the goodest at the library today?  Just tell me.  I won’t tell Anna or Luca.”

“Mom, how many nickels am I going to get for rubbing your feet.  I don’t even care.  I am just doing it because I love you.  But how many will I get?” (two)

“When you say I am done rubbing your feet I am going to rub them for five minute more and you don’t even have to give me more nickels.”

So after a few more questions he started another one with, “Mom…” and I couldn’t resist teasing him by saying, “Yep, I am still here and I am still listening.  STILL the mom!”  He got the giggles so hard he couldn’t ask me another question because he couldn’t do it without saying “mom” first.  Which lead to much giggling from both of us every time we looked at each other. 

I love cuddle time!

I Guess I Need To Read My Book On Baby Safety One More Time

I goofed today and my baby got hurt.  He wasn’t hurt very bad, but still, it was my fault and I felt awful.

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I was getting him ready for church and I laid him down on Lincoln’s bed.  I turned to the closet, which is just an arm’s reach away, and heard a “THUMP!” and then a scream.

Kai had rolled over in the three seconds it had taken me grab his church shirt and turn back to him. 

He fell on his back and it knocked the wind out of him.  Luckily Lincoln’s bed is pretty low to the ground, but for a baby it was still a decent fall. 

He cried. And cried. And cried. 

I fought my own tears as I rocked him and whispered in his ear. 

The other three kids were instantly on top of me.

“Is he okay?!”

“Did you drop him?!”

And then my favorite from Luca, “Give him to me mom!  I need to hold him!”

Like I can’t be trusted with him now.  I hurt him once and I might do it again! 

Actually, I thought it was pretty sweet that she thought she needed to be the one to comfort him.

He was fine after about three minutes of love and attention and he had a great rest of the day.

Whistling A Happy Tune

Sometimes Anna gets a little overlooked.  I will be the first to admit that.

Luca is the oldest and usually the first to do most things.  She is also the first to let you know that she is the first to do things.

Lincoln is very chatty and full of questions and doesn’t really give you the chance to overlook him.

Anna, on the other hand, she does her thing.  She twirls and dances and sings and enjoys almost every minute of her life. 

She is pretty content with what she has.  She didn’t mind that she was always the spectator at four soccer practices and two games each week all spring.  She viewed it as six opportunities a week to run and play at the park.  She lives in the now.

When she gets left out of the plans of the “big kids” she just skips away to find something else to do. 

Well, she now has HER first.  Her claim to fame.  Her special little talent that Luca and Lincoln can’t do yet.

Whistling.

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She started whistling while blowing air in several months ago.  She can now whistle while blowing air out, which means by whistling in and out she can pretty much whistle without pausing to breathe. 

When Anna isn’t sleeping, speaking, or eating she is whistling.

The other two have been going nuts trying to figure out how she does it so they can master it themselves.  I kind of hope it takes them awhile and she can continue to be the sole kid whistler in the family.

Recent songs of choice include “Oh, Christmas Tree”, and “We Thank Thee Oh God For A Prophet”.

Keep on whistling girl!

No Time For Sleeping

On our way home from a fun two hour activity day at Anna’s preschool.  I was starting to feel loopy from some allergy medicine I had taken before we went.

Me:  (yawn) Let’s go in and get some lunch and all have a nap.

Anna:  We don’t have time to nap!  We have games to play!

Did they ever!

While I drifted in and out of consciousness on the couch.

His Eyes Are Continually Upon You

I have been teaching in Relief Society at church for about six months.  I only teach once a month, which is good, because it gives me three weeks to procrastinate and a week to prepare my lesson.   

Today’s lesson was “Obedience: When the Lord Commands, Do It.”  There was some great material in the lesson and I found some good material online to supplement with.  Of course, the best part of the lessons each week is the discussion and I love to hear other women’s opinions and feelings on the topic.

This week I felt a little off.  I didn’t feel like I was presenting my thoughts and feelings very well and I was having a hard time expressing all the things I had been pondering since I read the lesson topic a few weeks ago. 

Obedience is a common topic and one that can be a little overwhelming as we realize just how many ways we are expected to be obedient.  It is easy to get discouraged thinking of the things we are not doing, or not doing as well as we think we should be.

So the time was up and I was closing the lesson with a quote that included the words, “How wise, how holy; how chaste, and how perfect, then, you ought to conduct yourselves in His sight; and remember, too, that His eyes are continually upon you.”  Of course, in my mind, I am imagining all the times I snap at my kids or forget to say prayers or read scriptures. 

I look up as I am about ready to bear testimony and close the class and I see a hand up.  We are already two minutes past closing time, but I felt like I should hear what this sister had to say.

Thank you so much to a woman I admire so much for leaving us with the positive and comforting reminder:

“It is important that we remember that He sees all we do, and this includes the GOOD things that we do.  He is proud of us for all the things we are trying to do right.”

Thank you.  I will remember that.

Lincoln’s Morning

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"Does making pancakes from scratch mean you have to stir it longer?"

"Is the snow bear…you know, the white one, what’s it called again?  is it the biggest?  I think it is the biggest bear, but is the grizzly bear the next biggest?  And do they live in trees?  Not the white one, but the grizzly.  And not up in the tree, but do they live INSIDE the tree?"  (that was one question,  BREATHE BOY!)

"Did Grandma look the same when she was your mom?"

"Is the smallest pancake the best one?"

(Luca grabs the smallest pancake)

"Is the biggest pancake the best?"

(Luca then grabs the biggest pancake)

"Is the TWO pancake the best?"

(he grabs an average sized pancake)

"This is the TWOEST pancake of all!  I got the most two pancake!  It’s not the smallest or the biggest…just the twoest.  YES!"

Flickr Mosaic Meme

Not all memes are as much fun as this one was to complete.  Thanks Corrie!

meme mosaic 

1. haha, 2. taco salad, meet Flickr. Flickr, meet taco salad., 3. redtuacahn, 4. Just hanging around, 5. George Clooney, 6. Diet., 7. Neuschwanstein Castle, 8. Hot fudge brownie sundae, 9. Joy of life, 10. A Helping Hand, 11. Part 1 – Sydney’s six, 12. On a paint whim

Created with fd’s Flickr Toys. Created with fd’s Flickr Toys.

Here’s how it works:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd’s mosaic maker. Choose 3 columns with 4 rows.
The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name.

I would love to see what

Andrea

Mom

Cindy

Shantel

come up with!  Or anyone else who might enjoy playing along. 

A Late Night Tired Post

My blog has been dying a slow and painful death the past few weeks. 

Every morning I vow to get on the ball and revive it, but it just hasn’t happened.

I am so tired tonight every part of my body feels heavy and fuzzy and half asleep.  Even my boobs.   Can’t say they have ever felt tired, but tonight they do.  Kai must be having a growth spurt because I felt like I nursed him at least half the day.

I promised to watch a show with Brett.  So I told him the only way I can stay awake for the 50 minutes required will be if I have a root beer float. (sugar-free of course! Diets suck, but I don’t want to be the first one out of Mom, Dad, Brett and I to blow it.)

The kids and I had a fun street basketball game tonight.  Anna and I took on Lincoln and Luca.  Anna is one aggressive little sports player and she stomped ’em!  She would steal the ball and throw it to me and I would shoot it.  Of course, when you are playing with a four, five, and seven year old you have to be flexible with the rules.  Lincoln grabs the ball and runs and hides behind the cars around the culdesac so Anna can’t get it.  Anna uses a few wrestling moves to get her hands on the ball.  I had to put a stop to that when she tackled Lincoln right down onto the pavement.  Luca granny shoots it (under-handed from between the knees) and we count the point even if it goes backwards through the basket…because it usually does.  I will have to get it on video next time.  Without me, of course.

I then weeded and did some gardening at the vacant house across the street.  Yep, the VACANT house.  It has been vacant since January and there is a yard crew that mows and trims the lawn once in awhile, but the flower gardens have been neglected and were driving me crazy.  The rose bushes were like nine feet high and all the roses were dry and brown so I clipped them down to about four feet in hopes that they will bloom again.  If they do I am filling all my vases with roses as payment for my work.  I hauled out three garbage bags full of weeds and clippings.

So there is my late night tired attempt at reviving my blog a tiny bit.  I think it was only equivalent to one puff and two chest pumps, but I will put more effort into it tomorrow.