Nap Time
There is nothing as quite as sweet as nap time! I am taking advantage of the twins sleeping to ramble a little. My brother just started back to school, I am so proud of him. I am trying to deal with the fact that he didn't go to the "family school" where Dad graduated from and five others of us graduated from, along with two brothers-in-law. I am sure he can get a good education at a different school... especially since he won't be in Science/Math... he will be in business (Freudian slip not to capitalize business) and I don't really know the professors anyway... He sounds like he is doing great and I am so incredibly jealous! When I go back to get my PhD I will totally appreciate the opportunity. I just played so much in HS and college, I didn't study as much as I should have. Go, Steve, Go!
Last night E tells me he needed to go help a lady paint, she is trying to open a restaurant (she's from the branch). I was annoyed and made him do FHE first. He taught a little lesson about service, complete with the picture from our Gospel Art Kit of men helping someone move. Nice touch E. So this morning I told him that was pretty sneaky... and he swears that it wasn't planned. He just reached into the Gospel Art Kit and grabbed a picture. It just miraculously turned out to be about service. Heavenly Father always has to be in my face to teach me something. It is like I am a little deaf. Thank goodness my husband is such a good example.
So, E spent the night painting. He said that many from our branch showed up to help, but there were more supervisors than workers. The women just sat and chatted. One guy walked around a lot and nodded and gave advice. Thank goodness he was there!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
Selfish?
My father-in-law loves using the MK Timewise Moisturizer. Everyone ooh's and aaw's over how great his face looks (like my mother-in-law). So, he was out and needed to buy some more. I go down stairs to grab it and I saw the kind with sun-screen already in it. You see, I sell Day Solution separately that has sun-screen, but you can also get the moisterizer with sun screen in it. I only had a couple of those and I wanted to save them... then I felt guilty and thought that he is family and I should give him the best. So, I gave in to the angel on my shoulder and brought up the moisturizer with sun-screen. I explained to him that it had protection from the sun which was really important for your skin.
Not even 15 minutes later we receive a frantic call from my mother-in-law. Thank goodness Elder answered! My father-in-law was very upset because the product I had given him was not the same as the last time. He was sure he had told me he wanted the same thing, he liked how it worked and that was what he wanted. Oh boy. I made Elder explain about three times about the sunscreen.... When he hang up I got the giggles. Why oh why hadn't I just given him the plain ol' moisturizer? I would have been happy and he would have been happy. Lesson learned... it is OK to be selfish. Wait, was that the lesson?
Leah is taking out CD's and opening them up. Rachel is trying to type with me. (She still isn't walking. When I am helping her walk her legs go faster than her body. Funny.) Brigham and Sarah are outside chanting the name of our little neighbor girl because I told them they couldn't go knock on the door. Annoying?
Saturday Michael asked us if they could use our house for Silvina's B-day party. Our little neighbor girl invited us to her party... turns out it was at the same time. So, we floated back and forth. B and S were the only little kids at their party besides the birthday girl. We made a haul on the pinata, I'll tell you what. We have so much candy hidden around the house from all of the B-day pinatas... The sugar police are going to come and make an arrest.
Did a visit today, a new lady in the branch. It was like a tornado was invited into her house. S pulled B's hair and then wouldn't take her feet off of him because it made him mad. B crawled in between the end table and the sofa, banging and clanging the glass on the table. I don't think we broke anything... There were also little cute pots with African Violets on the floor by the glass door, a candle that smelled delicious, a camel from Iraq... oh boy. At least I keep my visits very short. I know it is time to go when I start sweating.
To the Treehouse after the visit. My cats had a great time, but I was exhausted when I got home. R and L are turning into the biggest mess makers of the universe. Just taking every toy out, books off of the shelves, messy, messy, messy. It is a good thing they are so cute!
Ciao
My father-in-law loves using the MK Timewise Moisturizer. Everyone ooh's and aaw's over how great his face looks (like my mother-in-law). So, he was out and needed to buy some more. I go down stairs to grab it and I saw the kind with sun-screen already in it. You see, I sell Day Solution separately that has sun-screen, but you can also get the moisterizer with sun screen in it. I only had a couple of those and I wanted to save them... then I felt guilty and thought that he is family and I should give him the best. So, I gave in to the angel on my shoulder and brought up the moisturizer with sun-screen. I explained to him that it had protection from the sun which was really important for your skin.
Not even 15 minutes later we receive a frantic call from my mother-in-law. Thank goodness Elder answered! My father-in-law was very upset because the product I had given him was not the same as the last time. He was sure he had told me he wanted the same thing, he liked how it worked and that was what he wanted. Oh boy. I made Elder explain about three times about the sunscreen.... When he hang up I got the giggles. Why oh why hadn't I just given him the plain ol' moisturizer? I would have been happy and he would have been happy. Lesson learned... it is OK to be selfish. Wait, was that the lesson?
Leah is taking out CD's and opening them up. Rachel is trying to type with me. (She still isn't walking. When I am helping her walk her legs go faster than her body. Funny.) Brigham and Sarah are outside chanting the name of our little neighbor girl because I told them they couldn't go knock on the door. Annoying?
Saturday Michael asked us if they could use our house for Silvina's B-day party. Our little neighbor girl invited us to her party... turns out it was at the same time. So, we floated back and forth. B and S were the only little kids at their party besides the birthday girl. We made a haul on the pinata, I'll tell you what. We have so much candy hidden around the house from all of the B-day pinatas... The sugar police are going to come and make an arrest.
Did a visit today, a new lady in the branch. It was like a tornado was invited into her house. S pulled B's hair and then wouldn't take her feet off of him because it made him mad. B crawled in between the end table and the sofa, banging and clanging the glass on the table. I don't think we broke anything... There were also little cute pots with African Violets on the floor by the glass door, a candle that smelled delicious, a camel from Iraq... oh boy. At least I keep my visits very short. I know it is time to go when I start sweating.
To the Treehouse after the visit. My cats had a great time, but I was exhausted when I got home. R and L are turning into the biggest mess makers of the universe. Just taking every toy out, books off of the shelves, messy, messy, messy. It is a good thing they are so cute!
Ciao
Friday, August 25, 2006
Check out these blogs of my sister's families:
Susan's www.splinfamily.blogspot.com
DiAnn's www.reese8.blogspot.com
Susan's www.splinfamily.blogspot.com
DiAnn's www.reese8.blogspot.com
Giggles
Some funny things have occurred in my life this week. Let's start with a church activity. My counselor (she actually did all of the work!) Hna. I asked a lady from Peru to teach us how to make some cookies, traditionally from Peru. Kind of shortbreadish like cookies with caramel sandwiched in the middle. Sounds good right? Well, Hna I asked her a month ago, checked with her the week before and the day before. It was all set and she was bringing everything herself. Then, one hour before the activity, Peru lady has her husband call me and say she can't go because she doesn't feel well. Blah, blah, blah happens... and it turns out that she sends her daughter (15 years old) to teach us. The Branch Pres gets after me because one - we should not be cooking in the church (Stake rule... I don't know what happened) and two- the daughter is missing YW. He says I should have just cancelled the activity. Maybe... but we were also supposed to dance afterward.
Anywho, the girl has hand written out the recipe and instructions, probably in the last 20 minutes. She has brought everything, is explaining the process...Did a great job... but... the cookies turn out horribly! They tasted of rancid shortening. One Hna. was saying, "These are not going to turn out. I can tell from the dough. You put in too much shortening.... etc.." Then we took the first batch out of the oven and the girl was no where to be found. Come to find out, she had run out crying and ran to call her mom. She came back sobbing. Everyone gathered around her to comfort her. Then, so quickly I don't even know how it happened, everyone was shoving cookies into their mouths. Voices calling out, "These are great!" "Look, everyone is eating them." "If they didn't turn out, do you think they would be disappearing so quickly?" It was hysterical! A surreal scene of a crowd of eager women and girls munching down disgusting cookies. She felt much better after the "show" so, I guess it worked.
Another funny event: I was coming home from early morning walking in the Audi. The idle timing is off, so at reast it like revs up and slows down. Revs, slows, revs, slows, vrrrrooom, bom, vrrrooom, bom, vrrrrooom, bom. At a stop light I notice a sporty Mitsubishi next to me started reving his engine. Before I know it, the light turns green and neighbor boy peels out and zooms off. All I could say was, "You won!"
I think Brigham is a little traumatized over the death of Hippety still. The other night he said, "I don't want to have any dreams." When I asked why he told me they were too scary. So, we said a prayer asking that he would be blessed with good dreams. The next morning at breakfast he told me that Jesucristo gave him good dreams. Wonderful! I asked him to tell me about his dream and he said, "I dreamed that Hippety came out of his hole and was hopping all around me and then he hopped on my head and I just laughed and laughed. Then he hopped back into his hole." Sounds like a spooky dream to me!
This morning Brigham told me that he thought my belly was getting full. "You probably have some babies in there. Mom, do you remember? You're belly got bigger and bigger, then you went to the doctor and she cut you, and Rachel and Leah came out, and they looked like this (draw squigglies in the air), and it hurt you and you had a big band-aid like tape, and when it came together then you took it off and threw it away. Do you remember?"
Yeah... I remember...
Some funny things have occurred in my life this week. Let's start with a church activity. My counselor (she actually did all of the work!) Hna. I asked a lady from Peru to teach us how to make some cookies, traditionally from Peru. Kind of shortbreadish like cookies with caramel sandwiched in the middle. Sounds good right? Well, Hna I asked her a month ago, checked with her the week before and the day before. It was all set and she was bringing everything herself. Then, one hour before the activity, Peru lady has her husband call me and say she can't go because she doesn't feel well. Blah, blah, blah happens... and it turns out that she sends her daughter (15 years old) to teach us. The Branch Pres gets after me because one - we should not be cooking in the church (Stake rule... I don't know what happened) and two- the daughter is missing YW. He says I should have just cancelled the activity. Maybe... but we were also supposed to dance afterward.
Anywho, the girl has hand written out the recipe and instructions, probably in the last 20 minutes. She has brought everything, is explaining the process...Did a great job... but... the cookies turn out horribly! They tasted of rancid shortening. One Hna. was saying, "These are not going to turn out. I can tell from the dough. You put in too much shortening.... etc.." Then we took the first batch out of the oven and the girl was no where to be found. Come to find out, she had run out crying and ran to call her mom. She came back sobbing. Everyone gathered around her to comfort her. Then, so quickly I don't even know how it happened, everyone was shoving cookies into their mouths. Voices calling out, "These are great!" "Look, everyone is eating them." "If they didn't turn out, do you think they would be disappearing so quickly?" It was hysterical! A surreal scene of a crowd of eager women and girls munching down disgusting cookies. She felt much better after the "show" so, I guess it worked.
Another funny event: I was coming home from early morning walking in the Audi. The idle timing is off, so at reast it like revs up and slows down. Revs, slows, revs, slows, vrrrrooom, bom, vrrrooom, bom, vrrrrooom, bom. At a stop light I notice a sporty Mitsubishi next to me started reving his engine. Before I know it, the light turns green and neighbor boy peels out and zooms off. All I could say was, "You won!"
I think Brigham is a little traumatized over the death of Hippety still. The other night he said, "I don't want to have any dreams." When I asked why he told me they were too scary. So, we said a prayer asking that he would be blessed with good dreams. The next morning at breakfast he told me that Jesucristo gave him good dreams. Wonderful! I asked him to tell me about his dream and he said, "I dreamed that Hippety came out of his hole and was hopping all around me and then he hopped on my head and I just laughed and laughed. Then he hopped back into his hole." Sounds like a spooky dream to me!
This morning Brigham told me that he thought my belly was getting full. "You probably have some babies in there. Mom, do you remember? You're belly got bigger and bigger, then you went to the doctor and she cut you, and Rachel and Leah came out, and they looked like this (draw squigglies in the air), and it hurt you and you had a big band-aid like tape, and when it came together then you took it off and threw it away. Do you remember?"
Yeah... I remember...
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Ghost week
I call it ghost week because it is a little hazy and blurry. Some of the highlights:
Monday... visit to new sister in ward, embarrassing dinner (cheese pizza and peanut butter ice cream) and Treehouse preview
Tuesday... took a sister to Bishop's Storehouse and to register daughter at her school, dance practice at the church
Wednesday... funeral day, I made the program and E had to go to the funeral
Thursday... Pampered Chef Party, dance practice and Dad, D and B came ; ) (we made some glorious brownies with a topping of cream cheese, cool whip, white chocolate, and lemon juice --> So, delicious!!)
Friday... Open package from T, Dinosaur Park with Dad, D & B, and the Fairy Tale Ball at the Treehouse
Saturday... RS Presidency meeting @ 8am, garden lunch at home and dragging everyone to SL to watch us dance. Two dances went well but we bombed the flamenco. I started on the wrong side and then we were in the wrong places for a variety of steps. Oh, well, we looked great at least.
This dance performance came from Silvina talking us up everywhere. Some one said that we were going to dance in front of 400 Stake Presidents. It turned out to be a very casual dinner... about 200 people there maybe. The organizers had invited a choir to sing like five songs at the beginning... then they scheduled 18 dance numbers! Who on earth thinks that anyone wants to sit for that long? Too much of a good thing is still too much, but too much of mas o menos is not so good. Everyone was very kind, though. And we had a good time, good food.. you know.
I call it ghost week because it is a little hazy and blurry. Some of the highlights:
Monday... visit to new sister in ward, embarrassing dinner (cheese pizza and peanut butter ice cream) and Treehouse preview
Tuesday... took a sister to Bishop's Storehouse and to register daughter at her school, dance practice at the church
Wednesday... funeral day, I made the program and E had to go to the funeral
Thursday... Pampered Chef Party, dance practice and Dad, D and B came ; ) (we made some glorious brownies with a topping of cream cheese, cool whip, white chocolate, and lemon juice --> So, delicious!!)
Friday... Open package from T, Dinosaur Park with Dad, D & B, and the Fairy Tale Ball at the Treehouse
Saturday... RS Presidency meeting @ 8am, garden lunch at home and dragging everyone to SL to watch us dance. Two dances went well but we bombed the flamenco. I started on the wrong side and then we were in the wrong places for a variety of steps. Oh, well, we looked great at least.
This dance performance came from Silvina talking us up everywhere. Some one said that we were going to dance in front of 400 Stake Presidents. It turned out to be a very casual dinner... about 200 people there maybe. The organizers had invited a choir to sing like five songs at the beginning... then they scheduled 18 dance numbers! Who on earth thinks that anyone wants to sit for that long? Too much of a good thing is still too much, but too much of mas o menos is not so good. Everyone was very kind, though. And we had a good time, good food.. you know.
The week was exhausting! Even E was asleep when I got home from choir on Sunday. We did get home late because a compadres car broke down. All the ladies thought it was funny that I got out and helped push. When we were pushing Dad's car all of the time, I was always so grateful for another pair of hands/legs. I can't believe we went anywhere! We should of just stayed home with the cars we had. But, as Di and I were saying, we are grateful for our legacy of faith. If everything always worked, we wouldn't ever have to exercise faith.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Day to Day
It takes a special person to find so much humor in my life. But it really is quite hilarious. Sunday, I possibly had an ovarian cyst rupture. But who really knows, I had to go to choir practice because I love it so much! Then, I can't actually tell people I am not feeling well and I may pass out at any moment because the world is turning black, so they just think I was acting very stand-offish and even a little rude. That is not the type of behavior expected from a leader in the church. Get her out of there.
I am afraid there is a underground movement to get Ibarra out of the YM's Presidency and hence, Scouting. The leaders are McCroby (mother of a soon to be Eagle) and the mother of a recently donned Eagle Scout. I hear that Ibarra made them work at the week long camp out! Like clearing space for the tent, hauling wood and even, heaven forbid, reading scriptures. They may not get him released. They may have to move to tar and feathering or something huge.
Our Branch Pres. went on vacation, camping. He didn't decide where he was going before he left. Either a half hour away or two hours away. They just wanted to get away for four little days. Well, a guy died who was baptized in our branch, then moved to another branch... but didn't ever go to church. (So we still had his records, that might make a difference when casting judgements.) The counselors in the Branch Presidency were complaining on Sunday because the Pres. didn't leave any instructions for what to do when the guy died. I commented that death is a little sneaky and one never quite knows when it will come. They assured me that the Pres. knew he was dying and he just wasn't magnifying his calling because he didn't leave instructions. Poor Pres. he gets it from every side.
Sunday I asked a lady to take dinner to a couple who had just had a baby. I knew she didn't want to, but I was hoping I could shame her into it. I called to check at 6:15... Nope... So, I was rather curt I'm afraid and I just said I would do it. We had an appointment to check out the NEW Treehouse at 7:10 ... so , I thought we could stop by Walmart on the way, buy a big ol' pizza and some ice cream (my husband thought the ice cream was going a little too far... this from the guy who fixed a car during the B'day party we went to on Saturday). So, getting the kids in the car...phone rings. Guy from Saturday is having problems with his car. We head to Walmart and my husband informs me that we have to drop some tools off at the guy's house. I thought that was going a little too far.
I make my husband go in to Walmart, because I walk so slow after sitting. It still takes a minute for my back to stop the spasms. He comes back in record time with a Cheese Pizza and Peanut Butter Ice Cream! I just started stammering, "No, no, no, no, no... We can't give them a Cheese pizza (I am maturing and I let the ice cream go... as we were already on egg shells about it). But, poor E had to go back in and buy pepperoni so they could top it if they would like. I was so humiliated taking them that dinner! Her husband got out of prison on Sunday... his parents were there asking who I was (in Spanish) and him saying, "She's from the Church." You wonder how the Church gets such a bad rap. Now you know.
We got to the Treehouse a half an hour late, went in with a different group, and all was well. I hid the tears in my eyes... not quite sure why I love the Treehouse so much, but I do! It is glorious, and safe, and my kids love going there, I feel like they are learning... Love it! They gave the kids wooden flutes... Thank you Treehouse, for bring "music" into our home. The flutes have made it through one day... but I think E secretly hid one.
Today I took a lady to the Bishop's Storehouse. Her neighbor was very pleased and told me that she had called her RS Pres to find me. Neighbor lady thinks a she worked a miracle, but actually I just happened to go visit her yesterday because she is knew in the ward. I would have gone before, but I didn't know where she lived. Hmmm
Talk about not listening to the Spirit. Yesterday, gas was $2.85... on the way home from the Treehouse I said, "Should we buy gas, you never know, it might go up tomorrow." E was tired and just wanted to go home. Today gas is $2.92 Bummer!
Bad news... our city is increasing water and sewer rates by 3.4%... bummer Yes, I really do read the insert that comes in the bill. Otherwise I probably never would have gone to the Dino Park or the Treehouse or the festivals downtown!
Love ya!
It takes a special person to find so much humor in my life. But it really is quite hilarious. Sunday, I possibly had an ovarian cyst rupture. But who really knows, I had to go to choir practice because I love it so much! Then, I can't actually tell people I am not feeling well and I may pass out at any moment because the world is turning black, so they just think I was acting very stand-offish and even a little rude. That is not the type of behavior expected from a leader in the church. Get her out of there.
I am afraid there is a underground movement to get Ibarra out of the YM's Presidency and hence, Scouting. The leaders are McCroby (mother of a soon to be Eagle) and the mother of a recently donned Eagle Scout. I hear that Ibarra made them work at the week long camp out! Like clearing space for the tent, hauling wood and even, heaven forbid, reading scriptures. They may not get him released. They may have to move to tar and feathering or something huge.
Our Branch Pres. went on vacation, camping. He didn't decide where he was going before he left. Either a half hour away or two hours away. They just wanted to get away for four little days. Well, a guy died who was baptized in our branch, then moved to another branch... but didn't ever go to church. (So we still had his records, that might make a difference when casting judgements.) The counselors in the Branch Presidency were complaining on Sunday because the Pres. didn't leave any instructions for what to do when the guy died. I commented that death is a little sneaky and one never quite knows when it will come. They assured me that the Pres. knew he was dying and he just wasn't magnifying his calling because he didn't leave instructions. Poor Pres. he gets it from every side.
Sunday I asked a lady to take dinner to a couple who had just had a baby. I knew she didn't want to, but I was hoping I could shame her into it. I called to check at 6:15... Nope... So, I was rather curt I'm afraid and I just said I would do it. We had an appointment to check out the NEW Treehouse at 7:10 ... so , I thought we could stop by Walmart on the way, buy a big ol' pizza and some ice cream (my husband thought the ice cream was going a little too far... this from the guy who fixed a car during the B'day party we went to on Saturday). So, getting the kids in the car...phone rings. Guy from Saturday is having problems with his car. We head to Walmart and my husband informs me that we have to drop some tools off at the guy's house. I thought that was going a little too far.
I make my husband go in to Walmart, because I walk so slow after sitting. It still takes a minute for my back to stop the spasms. He comes back in record time with a Cheese Pizza and Peanut Butter Ice Cream! I just started stammering, "No, no, no, no, no... We can't give them a Cheese pizza (I am maturing and I let the ice cream go... as we were already on egg shells about it). But, poor E had to go back in and buy pepperoni so they could top it if they would like. I was so humiliated taking them that dinner! Her husband got out of prison on Sunday... his parents were there asking who I was (in Spanish) and him saying, "She's from the Church." You wonder how the Church gets such a bad rap. Now you know.
We got to the Treehouse a half an hour late, went in with a different group, and all was well. I hid the tears in my eyes... not quite sure why I love the Treehouse so much, but I do! It is glorious, and safe, and my kids love going there, I feel like they are learning... Love it! They gave the kids wooden flutes... Thank you Treehouse, for bring "music" into our home. The flutes have made it through one day... but I think E secretly hid one.
Today I took a lady to the Bishop's Storehouse. Her neighbor was very pleased and told me that she had called her RS Pres to find me. Neighbor lady thinks a she worked a miracle, but actually I just happened to go visit her yesterday because she is knew in the ward. I would have gone before, but I didn't know where she lived. Hmmm
Talk about not listening to the Spirit. Yesterday, gas was $2.85... on the way home from the Treehouse I said, "Should we buy gas, you never know, it might go up tomorrow." E was tired and just wanted to go home. Today gas is $2.92 Bummer!
Bad news... our city is increasing water and sewer rates by 3.4%... bummer Yes, I really do read the insert that comes in the bill. Otherwise I probably never would have gone to the Dino Park or the Treehouse or the festivals downtown!
Love ya!
Friday, August 11, 2006
Potty Motty
I bought S some Feel and Learn Pull Ups (warning!) and they gave her the worst rash! They stay wet so she can feel it and she got a big fat rash. So, I had to hide the Pull Ups, she knew where they were and demanded to wear them. Yesterday, we had a big fight and I had to wrestle her to put her diaper on. She threw her head back and my mothering instincts wanted to protect her head from the corner of the bed post... Now I am the wounded one with bruises on my knuckles.
She tore her diaper off as soon as she could stand up. So, I figured I would try undies. She was thrilled. She wore her underwear with pride and peed in about 10 pairs. She loved wearing Dora, Princesses, polka-dot, etc. Finally, when her dad came home he put a diaper on her and it stayed. That's why I am married.
Yesterday afternoon I heard screams coming from the deck. I ran out and saw our rabbit hopping around madly and screaming. I brought him in and he just laid down and never got up. I cried and cried. We dug a hole in the backyard and burried him. The whole family was present, B and S helped dig. As soon as Hippety was covered S freaked out. "Where's rabbit? Where's rabbit?" It isn't easy explaining death to a two year old. B understood very little as well. He kept asking when Hippety Hoppety was coming back. I explained that all living things have a spirit and a body, that the body was dead and in the ground but the spirit was still alive and with Heavenly Father. B started kind of yelling, "Heavenly Father needs to give Hippetys back to us!" I told him he was very happy there.... but that didn't cut it. Then I tried to use my mom as an example, that she died a long time ago, but she is very happy in the Spirit World. Then I started tearing up a little and I think B didn't believe that sounded very happy. Maybe I should mention endless fields of clover with lots of flowers to eat... Who knows.
I have been walking with a kindred spirit in the mornings. We get up at six and walk till seven. It is really fun for me because I never get to see A often enough. I wake up just so I can talk to her. I am sure we will make friends with all of the early morning walkers, maybe they will accept us into their club. Cool.
In closing.... something no mother wants to hear at the crack of dawn... Mom, I went stinkies in my diaper... that from four year old B who shouldn't be wearing "Good Nights" in the first place!
I bought S some Feel and Learn Pull Ups (warning!) and they gave her the worst rash! They stay wet so she can feel it and she got a big fat rash. So, I had to hide the Pull Ups, she knew where they were and demanded to wear them. Yesterday, we had a big fight and I had to wrestle her to put her diaper on. She threw her head back and my mothering instincts wanted to protect her head from the corner of the bed post... Now I am the wounded one with bruises on my knuckles.
She tore her diaper off as soon as she could stand up. So, I figured I would try undies. She was thrilled. She wore her underwear with pride and peed in about 10 pairs. She loved wearing Dora, Princesses, polka-dot, etc. Finally, when her dad came home he put a diaper on her and it stayed. That's why I am married.
Yesterday afternoon I heard screams coming from the deck. I ran out and saw our rabbit hopping around madly and screaming. I brought him in and he just laid down and never got up. I cried and cried. We dug a hole in the backyard and burried him. The whole family was present, B and S helped dig. As soon as Hippety was covered S freaked out. "Where's rabbit? Where's rabbit?" It isn't easy explaining death to a two year old. B understood very little as well. He kept asking when Hippety Hoppety was coming back. I explained that all living things have a spirit and a body, that the body was dead and in the ground but the spirit was still alive and with Heavenly Father. B started kind of yelling, "Heavenly Father needs to give Hippetys back to us!" I told him he was very happy there.... but that didn't cut it. Then I tried to use my mom as an example, that she died a long time ago, but she is very happy in the Spirit World. Then I started tearing up a little and I think B didn't believe that sounded very happy. Maybe I should mention endless fields of clover with lots of flowers to eat... Who knows.
I have been walking with a kindred spirit in the mornings. We get up at six and walk till seven. It is really fun for me because I never get to see A often enough. I wake up just so I can talk to her. I am sure we will make friends with all of the early morning walkers, maybe they will accept us into their club. Cool.
In closing.... something no mother wants to hear at the crack of dawn... Mom, I went stinkies in my diaper... that from four year old B who shouldn't be wearing "Good Nights" in the first place!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Ode to Sisters Day
Ever since I got home,
I've been trying to write a poem.
About how much fun I had,
I hope it won't be too bad.
I've become one of those mothers,
Who just leaves her kids in the care of others.
Thanks to sisters, nephews and nieces,
Who just loved my kids to pieces.
Our time together was so keen,
Even Alma wasn't mean.
I laughed, I cried, I aspirated water,
No one peed their pants, except for my daughter.
I love Slade girls, they're just so good,
Lets get together again in any neighborhood!
Ever since I got home,
I've been trying to write a poem.
About how much fun I had,
I hope it won't be too bad.
I've become one of those mothers,
Who just leaves her kids in the care of others.
Thanks to sisters, nephews and nieces,
Who just loved my kids to pieces.
Our time together was so keen,
Even Alma wasn't mean.
I laughed, I cried, I aspirated water,
No one peed their pants, except for my daughter.
I love Slade girls, they're just so good,
Lets get together again in any neighborhood!
Monday, August 07, 2006
Sunday/Monday
The Sabbath was great. I had an early morning Welfare Committee meeting. Sounds like the Branch President is doing my work. Good man, good man. R went with me and E brings all of the other kids, he has never made it before the sacrament. Doesn't give B and S much time to act out I guess. I can see the positive in everything.
They consecrated oil right in the meeting ... Wierd.... you never know what you are going to see. Also my quiet counselor was so happy, I thought it was a little strange. She ususally is quietly suffering. I found out what was up when she told us she is moving the end of the this month. She really was the most upbeat I have ever seen her. We know how she feels. Nothing like a good move every now and then to clean out the closets a little and get rid of some callings. I'd have to say the worst moment at church was sharing a wet-my-pants story with Hna. I and her just looking at me. Not knowing how to respond. Awkward. Gosh, I guess she never wets her pants.
Choir practice again last night. Heavenly. Hna. I showed up at 4:40 and we weren't leaving until 5:30. So, E thought I should get on the road. I was taking 5 other sisters and I thought maybe we should wait for them as well. Then I realized they didn't have music, so I started printing out copies and E just about had a stroke. For half an hour he was throwing out little one liners about me being a leader, setting the example of punctuality, how hard it would be to find a new address, etc. He is a chum for not complaining about parenting alone for hours.
Choir practice was fun, fun, fun. I love seeing so many people and how different they are. Jr. High kids just turn into adults. The one who knows more than the director, the one who doesn't know the material and must blame it on the "teacher," the groups who are completely lost and don't say a word... just silently hoping that someone will save them, and the ever annoying question guy who doesn't seem to notice that it is 10 minutes past the end of "class" and he is asking questions about October! Dude, ask them next week or even better, one on one after we have left. The directors really were great, very positive and patient, even believing the know it alls sometimes. Flashbacks....
I loved it when a couple of sisters just got up and left. The lady talking said sisters please will you sit down and just wait for the prayer, but they were out of there. So, "talking lady" says, "I guess not."... and goes back to "October question man."
My favorite moment of all brings to mind the Trident commercial where the teacher is up front and dramatically announces the topic of the day and the students jump up and cheer. We were broken out into groups for an hour and a half, then we all came back together to sing. There is between 200 and 300 people. The director speaks into the microphone, "We are going to sing..." The room is silent, no one breathes...after a dramatic pause, "Alma Llanera." A reverential cheer rolls through the room. Just soft ah's and a couple of ooo's. It struck me as hilarious and I'm afraid I gafawed (sp?). Thank goodness the music had started. Good times, good times. Imagine me in my college days and someone telling me that story as one of the funniest things that would happen in my week, month! I might have cried. But last night, I thoroughly enjoyed myself!
Today I have accomplished pretty much nada. I will be doing the dishes here before long. Eh.
B just gave me some bubble gum and I am entertaining them by blowing bubbles. S blinks her eyes really fast and backs away when I blow the bubbles, like I do when someone is about to pop a balloon. But then she begs for more. Funny. I like to blow them right in her face. Poor girl, come on, she loves it.
We went to a Bday party on Saturday night. Out of control. Princess theme, the Bday girl had a princess dress on that her mother had made. Hispanic Bdays are for the whole family, you know, so there were many families there. The mother had cooked so much food! Enough for like 50 people, there were two huge cakes. Two garbage bags chock full of goodie bags for the kids, some for little kids and some for teens. Princess plates, cups, napkins, decorations (Sarah was in heaven!). THREE princess pinatas. The kids broke one, then they brought out another one and I was like, woah. They broke that one and they brought out a ginormous one, and I was like, WOAH.
My children did embarrass me a little because the little McCroby girl won a prize and gave it to S. (We didn't get home with it, though. So maybe she secretly stole it back once it was dark.) Then, B lost at musical chairs and threw himself to the ground sobbing. They let him back into the game and let him win. You've gotta do what you've gotta do, you know what I mean.
E is about to get home from work and I must get the dishes done! Let alone dinner... What a domestic goddess I am.
Love to all!
The Sabbath was great. I had an early morning Welfare Committee meeting. Sounds like the Branch President is doing my work. Good man, good man. R went with me and E brings all of the other kids, he has never made it before the sacrament. Doesn't give B and S much time to act out I guess. I can see the positive in everything.
They consecrated oil right in the meeting ... Wierd.... you never know what you are going to see. Also my quiet counselor was so happy, I thought it was a little strange. She ususally is quietly suffering. I found out what was up when she told us she is moving the end of the this month. She really was the most upbeat I have ever seen her. We know how she feels. Nothing like a good move every now and then to clean out the closets a little and get rid of some callings. I'd have to say the worst moment at church was sharing a wet-my-pants story with Hna. I and her just looking at me. Not knowing how to respond. Awkward. Gosh, I guess she never wets her pants.
Choir practice again last night. Heavenly. Hna. I showed up at 4:40 and we weren't leaving until 5:30. So, E thought I should get on the road. I was taking 5 other sisters and I thought maybe we should wait for them as well. Then I realized they didn't have music, so I started printing out copies and E just about had a stroke. For half an hour he was throwing out little one liners about me being a leader, setting the example of punctuality, how hard it would be to find a new address, etc. He is a chum for not complaining about parenting alone for hours.
Choir practice was fun, fun, fun. I love seeing so many people and how different they are. Jr. High kids just turn into adults. The one who knows more than the director, the one who doesn't know the material and must blame it on the "teacher," the groups who are completely lost and don't say a word... just silently hoping that someone will save them, and the ever annoying question guy who doesn't seem to notice that it is 10 minutes past the end of "class" and he is asking questions about October! Dude, ask them next week or even better, one on one after we have left. The directors really were great, very positive and patient, even believing the know it alls sometimes. Flashbacks....
I loved it when a couple of sisters just got up and left. The lady talking said sisters please will you sit down and just wait for the prayer, but they were out of there. So, "talking lady" says, "I guess not."... and goes back to "October question man."
My favorite moment of all brings to mind the Trident commercial where the teacher is up front and dramatically announces the topic of the day and the students jump up and cheer. We were broken out into groups for an hour and a half, then we all came back together to sing. There is between 200 and 300 people. The director speaks into the microphone, "We are going to sing..." The room is silent, no one breathes...after a dramatic pause, "Alma Llanera." A reverential cheer rolls through the room. Just soft ah's and a couple of ooo's. It struck me as hilarious and I'm afraid I gafawed (sp?). Thank goodness the music had started. Good times, good times. Imagine me in my college days and someone telling me that story as one of the funniest things that would happen in my week, month! I might have cried. But last night, I thoroughly enjoyed myself!
Today I have accomplished pretty much nada. I will be doing the dishes here before long. Eh.
B just gave me some bubble gum and I am entertaining them by blowing bubbles. S blinks her eyes really fast and backs away when I blow the bubbles, like I do when someone is about to pop a balloon. But then she begs for more. Funny. I like to blow them right in her face. Poor girl, come on, she loves it.
We went to a Bday party on Saturday night. Out of control. Princess theme, the Bday girl had a princess dress on that her mother had made. Hispanic Bdays are for the whole family, you know, so there were many families there. The mother had cooked so much food! Enough for like 50 people, there were two huge cakes. Two garbage bags chock full of goodie bags for the kids, some for little kids and some for teens. Princess plates, cups, napkins, decorations (Sarah was in heaven!). THREE princess pinatas. The kids broke one, then they brought out another one and I was like, woah. They broke that one and they brought out a ginormous one, and I was like, WOAH.
My children did embarrass me a little because the little McCroby girl won a prize and gave it to S. (We didn't get home with it, though. So maybe she secretly stole it back once it was dark.) Then, B lost at musical chairs and threw himself to the ground sobbing. They let him back into the game and let him win. You've gotta do what you've gotta do, you know what I mean.
E is about to get home from work and I must get the dishes done! Let alone dinner... What a domestic goddess I am.
Love to all!
Friday, August 04, 2006
I am a giant freak (Madagascar) in many ways, but one of the freakiest is that when something big and bad happens I can't talk about it for a while. Once time passes, then I am able to mention the tragedy. So, the tragedy of the week is that I hurt my back again last Friday. It is getting better, thank you. It is so amazing how important the back is to a person. I have come to realize that my body will never be the same after the close pregnancies of Sarah and the twins. My hips are still clunking, if you can believe that. Exercise you say? Great idea.
I finally hid our soccer balls in the garage so the neibor teens have nothing to play with. Not very Christ like, I admit... but they still have our ladder, so that is something. It is so odd to be more uncomfortable or embarrassed by their behavior, when they don't mind in the least. They helped B catch the rabbit this morning. Very kind. B always gets the rabbit out, then Hippity Hoppity runs away and B lays down and cries when he can't catch him.
Hey, I made a little box garden this year and our two tomato plants are enormous! Many green tomatoes which B wants to harvest everyday. I also planted a green pepper (no fruit yet) and onions. I planted cilantro, but it is dead. Dead, dead, dead. Just like the last time I planted cilantro. Any one out there who knows the cilantro secret?
Our neighbor, the cop, is hosting a wedding in their backyard this weekend. We all must be on our best behavior! Just until the drinking begins, then they will be noisier than we could ever be. A DJ is coming and we are planning to dance the night away. All are invited to come and dance in our yard.
B is playing with our keyboard right now. He puts on a "beat" then asks, "Mom, do you hear that rock and roll?"
Happy weekend to all!
I finally hid our soccer balls in the garage so the neibor teens have nothing to play with. Not very Christ like, I admit... but they still have our ladder, so that is something. It is so odd to be more uncomfortable or embarrassed by their behavior, when they don't mind in the least. They helped B catch the rabbit this morning. Very kind. B always gets the rabbit out, then Hippity Hoppity runs away and B lays down and cries when he can't catch him.
Hey, I made a little box garden this year and our two tomato plants are enormous! Many green tomatoes which B wants to harvest everyday. I also planted a green pepper (no fruit yet) and onions. I planted cilantro, but it is dead. Dead, dead, dead. Just like the last time I planted cilantro. Any one out there who knows the cilantro secret?
Our neighbor, the cop, is hosting a wedding in their backyard this weekend. We all must be on our best behavior! Just until the drinking begins, then they will be noisier than we could ever be. A DJ is coming and we are planning to dance the night away. All are invited to come and dance in our yard.
B is playing with our keyboard right now. He puts on a "beat" then asks, "Mom, do you hear that rock and roll?"
Happy weekend to all!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Fun times. We sold my little teeny sister's car. All we are waiting for is the money. $$ A guy from our old ward is buying it for his daughter. They had to come look at it four different times over the course of two weeks, but they have decided to take it.
Last night E got home (I love using one letter for names, it makes me feel very Victorian). He changed a few diapers then fixed the lawn mower that I broke last week. A tire just fell off, probably from the vibrations. I am always very well shaken after mowing the lawn. Like on a Tom and Jerry cartoon when Tom runs into something.
Then E helped me fix dinner and right when he was ready to take his first bite, his brother showed up wanting him to look at a car. While he was doing that, the guy showed up who wants to buy the car and blah, blah, blah. Before he left the neighbor came over to ask him if he could fix his daughter's car (that he already fixed one thing last week). E was coming in to tell me when I had already started FHE, so he sat down with us for about 15 min. Then he went to fix the neighbor's car. He got home around 9:30 and could finally eat. Poor guy would like to move away and get a new job cooking french fries at McDonalds. His words, not mine.
Sarah has a sudden fatuation with the Disney Princesses. She calls them "bonus." I think she means princess. Any time she sees one she asks me her name. It is shocking to find out how many times they pop out of no where. It is actually starting to scare me a little. Ooooooo, Cinderella, Oooooo Little Mermaid, Woooooooooo, Belle. Watch out!
Love to all,
Snow Whi..... I mean Julie
Last night E got home (I love using one letter for names, it makes me feel very Victorian). He changed a few diapers then fixed the lawn mower that I broke last week. A tire just fell off, probably from the vibrations. I am always very well shaken after mowing the lawn. Like on a Tom and Jerry cartoon when Tom runs into something.
Then E helped me fix dinner and right when he was ready to take his first bite, his brother showed up wanting him to look at a car. While he was doing that, the guy showed up who wants to buy the car and blah, blah, blah. Before he left the neighbor came over to ask him if he could fix his daughter's car (that he already fixed one thing last week). E was coming in to tell me when I had already started FHE, so he sat down with us for about 15 min. Then he went to fix the neighbor's car. He got home around 9:30 and could finally eat. Poor guy would like to move away and get a new job cooking french fries at McDonalds. His words, not mine.
Sarah has a sudden fatuation with the Disney Princesses. She calls them "bonus." I think she means princess. Any time she sees one she asks me her name. It is shocking to find out how many times they pop out of no where. It is actually starting to scare me a little. Ooooooo, Cinderella, Oooooo Little Mermaid, Woooooooooo, Belle. Watch out!
Love to all,
Snow Whi..... I mean Julie
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