tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23988768470681093402024-02-07T19:02:21.925-07:00Flowers and Frills and Puppy Dog Tails...Life with two girls and a boy...Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-33268449270753970312012-10-04T10:00:00.001-06:002012-10-05T15:19:32.276-06:00The Amazing Works of Matthew!So, I have this adorable son... and I love him very much. He knows his numbers (he recognizes all single digit numbers, he can count to 14, and can count by tens to 100). He knows some letters (maybe 6 of them or so) and can sing the alphabet. But his latest accomplishment is drawing. He has mastered the circle. And the straight line. And the not so straight line. So I figure I would share with you his latest accomplishments... **NOTE TO READERS: THESE ARE ALL FROM THE SAME DAY**<br />
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Beautiful, I tell ya. At two and a half he is the next Picasso!</div>
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Here is a beautiful example of his amazing work. Look at the detail! My staircase has never looked better...</div>
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Good thing we are painting the staircase any day now...</div>
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Though to cover up his beautiful artistic talents with paint seems a travesty.</div>
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But wait! It's okay... we have more of his works memorialized in the newly finished basement! We call this one "Parent's reaction." It was made with ball point pen. It's not going anywhere...</div>
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And in case his sisters feel left out, he personalized their bedroom walls too!</div>
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What a thoughtful and caring boy he is... I know Lacey and Lilia appreciate his work. </div>
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It seems here he was just trying to match the rest of the house. You see, I have painted most of the doors in my house a nice brick red. This one hasn't been painted yet, so Matthew feels the need to help me out.</div>
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We call this piece "Turmoil" and it can be found on my bathroom wall in a brilliant shade of "permanent marker purple". No amount of anything will get this one off... believe me, I have tried...</div>
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More swirly curly art work from my masterful son...</div>
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Just when I thought I found all his art work a few more popped out at me. This one has been dubbed "ghouly ghosty" by my eldest child...</div>
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Such great shading and use of a crayon. It's amazing, I tell ya.</div>
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Oh look! He has even adorned my new floors! What talent!</div>
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His use of color in this one is striking. (No worries- no striking has happened yet... though it is tempting)</div>
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In case I am in need of portable art work he adorned the bottom of the laundry basket.</div>
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And made his signature "mickey mouse" on the inside of the same basket. He LOVES Mickey, and I must admit, I am seriously impressed by this one.</div>
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He even found it in his heart to decorate the bottom of the ping pong table. </div>
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Here he is, the artist himself! With is "nigh - night" wrapped around him like a scarf he just oozes creativity.</div>
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Lilia and Lacey chose their outfits this year (a first for mom... she usually does the back to school shopping herself. Lilia loved her outfit til she put it on at home. Then decided she didn't like it so much. Mean mom made her wear it anyway. I think she is cute no matter what.<br />
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A week after Lil's first day of school was Lacey's first day. And she was very excited.</div>
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Jury is still out as to whether school is fun or not for Lacey. Lilia is finally finding school to be difficult and not always fun, but she does still like it (most days). Mom isn't thrilled with school times. Lil is on A track and Lacey is on B track. Which means, Lil goes to school from 7:55am to 2:15pm, and Lacey goes from 9:10am to 12:08 pm. That would mean 4 drop off and pick up times. The reason being, Lil's gymnastics practice interferes with B track schooling (9:10 to 3:30) so she has to be A track, and they don't offer Kindergarten on the A track schedule... bummer deal, but it's only a year, right? I have found some other mom's in similar predicaments and we are carpooling the kids, so life is good. Looking forward to next year when both girls can be on the same track!</div>
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I have gotten behind on my blogging, what with all the stuff going on around my neck of the woods! Just a bit of catching up... First, my kids looked ADORABLE in their Easter clothes. :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwEyL87nq34rX2-fsfAa9Ej2S_MX0JYDA6E4D2irkGfAyRFPT2kFHTwHJiFljgHo8EGp7tH0I_0JLNOFM3RaHpNFkMohHsWv0_TD_9ClV7RRUNUtKgUeNFfUDBOYs_1L6CMbcpKmbNCY/s1600/IMAG0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwEyL87nq34rX2-fsfAa9Ej2S_MX0JYDA6E4D2irkGfAyRFPT2kFHTwHJiFljgHo8EGp7tH0I_0JLNOFM3RaHpNFkMohHsWv0_TD_9ClV7RRUNUtKgUeNFfUDBOYs_1L6CMbcpKmbNCY/s320/IMAG0391.jpg" width="180" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uOOP-xQ_ejD3ONC6t7w5VDL5Kttkxz9VwUVUWMefWGMCBaRY3uerIkzOrfJ-21plLcHVYYJKAWtlSBmOpSnysIiHQ-fPT2d15eXwhHIuZekTG3w-lYcECRAsi_ztpEQH-G-OG1JD3TM/s1600/IMAG0388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7uOOP-xQ_ejD3ONC6t7w5VDL5Kttkxz9VwUVUWMefWGMCBaRY3uerIkzOrfJ-21plLcHVYYJKAWtlSBmOpSnysIiHQ-fPT2d15eXwhHIuZekTG3w-lYcECRAsi_ztpEQH-G-OG1JD3TM/s320/IMAG0388.jpg" width="180" /></a></div>
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Matthew refused to pose for me... this is the best I could get...</div>
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Second, Lilia has finally decided it was time to take the plunge and get her hair cut to donate... </div>
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Third, my son... That boy is at a very interesting stage... His latest episode worth mentioning was last Sunday. Lacey had accidentally let the dog (Midge) out of the house off her leash and Lil, knowing our dog would come back on her own, propped the front door open. I was getting dressed in my room, and upon finishing (took me all of about 3 minutes) I came upon the empty front room with the door open. My initial thought, "Op! The dog got out!" My next thought... "MATTHEW!" Sure enough, I stepped out on my porch JUST in time to watch my 2 year old son run around the corner shouting "Midge! Uh meer (Come here)!" The real catch here... he was stark naked! I took off after him (barefoot with a birds nest for hair) and TWO BLOCKS LATER I finally caught up with my nudist son... ACK! Those neighbors who were outside sure got a kick out of my not at all shy son. ::Sigh:: He is gonna be the death of me! Here he is watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse... </div>
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Mickey Mouse ended up being my savior here... Matthew is completely obsessed with Mickey. I usually purchase the expensive Huggies Little Movers diapers. I am a diaper snob. They have the Winnie the Pooh characters on them. BUT- I noticed that the significantly cheaper Huggies Snug and Dry have Mickey on them. So on a whim, I bought them... Sure enough, as long as he is wear Mickey on his diaper he will gladly keep it on. But he won't cover Mickey up with pants. ::sigh:: Diapered with no pants is better than nude! Though I don't love the cheaper diaper, it is a proven fact that a cheap diaper ON his bum is much more effective than an expensive diaper on the ground.</div>
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My kids are so much fun! The other day I heard Lilia and Lacey arguing. They were watching one of my favorite kids movies (Anastasia) and were speaking along with the movie. There is a part where Anya (Anastasia) is being sent to work in the fish factory, and the headmistress of the orphanage is saying, "I feed you, I clothe you, I..." and Anastasia cuts in and says "keep a roof over my head, I know." Well, Lacey was quoting this part and said "You keep a rooster on my head..." To which Lil said, "No! She keeps a fork on her head!" They continued this fight for a good 5 minutes... "Rooster!" "Fork!" " Rooster!" "Fork!" I couldn't tell ya where the fork came from, but Rooster actually does sound almost right!</div>
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On Friday Matthew and Lacey got into the Duct Tape. Matthew comes up to me and says, "Look Ma! I'm uh oh-fant!" (Elephant) (And yes, my son calls me Ma, and I love it.)</div>
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Matthew has recently found his pockets. He walked around the other day like this for almost an hour. :) Such a cutie!</div>
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I previously mentioned the projects we are working on at home right now. Joe has been working for a few weeks on finishing our basement for good. The only thing left has been the bathroom. We had a working sink and toilet, but the shower was unfinished. </div>
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We finally got our tile in and found the time to start the installation of it. We had the tile special ordered because of a cute idea my sister in law and I came up with. We wanted to put bubbles along the bottom of the tile at the tub's edge! </div>
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(I helped cut all the tile for the back wall of the tub... so proud!)</div>
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And the finished product! Looks great, huh?! :)</div>
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On that note, it is time to move our projects UPSTAIRS! On a whim we went to a flooring store's liquidation sale a couple weeks ago. We have been wanting to replace the ruined carpeting upstairs for a few years (it was pretty trashed when we moved in). We promised ourselves we wouldn't buy anything unless it was EXACTLY what we wanted (wood laminate that is not yellow (oak) or red (cherry wood) and at the right price (under a dollar/sq. ft.). As we were headed out of the store I came upon some gorgeous pine laminate and we both loved it! It was .99/sq. ft, so of course, we bought it! This Saturday we will be installing 730 sq ft of THIS:</div>
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Now, before the new flooring is installed I felt the need to rectify a mistake I made nearly 6 years ago. When we first moved in to our house, the main floor was almost completely lime green. I am sure the previous renters loved their lime green walls, but it was so not me. The very first thing I did was paint. And paint. And paint... Unfortunately, I bought 5 gallons of paint based off of a sample that was about 4 square inches... though the sample looked pretty darn good in the paint store, it looked mighty purple on the walls... So I am now painting over my purple walls with a much better taupe. And I LOVE it! </div>
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The original before. That's Lilia at age 2 in the bottom of the picture.</div>
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The new color is on the right!</div>
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While working on this project, Matthew has found a new game. Climb to the top of the ladder, realize you are stuck and call for help... Love this game. Ugh! Good thing he is so cute!</div>
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I have a video or two of Lil doing some of her gymnastics... I sure love watching her do her thing. :) She is getting so good! Forgive my shaking...<br />
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So, for those that don't know it, I make jewelry... yup. </div>
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I love to create jewelry, especially for kids. </div>
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WELL- A good friend of mine is hosting a giveaway featuring my <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/GinnyLynnJewelry" target="_blank">Etsy</a> store on her blog. </div>
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The winner receives one of my necklaces! </div>
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Go check it out, and show some love! Maybe you might win! :)</div>
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Happy, of course because this great bright spot in my life has been burning so strong for over two years now. <br />
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Sad because he is growing so fast, and I can't seem to make him stop long enough for me to really take in the losing of my baby and the gaining of a curiously busy toddler.<br />
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He is such a cute, funny, intense, and silly little man. He has won over the hearts of more than one momma I know. He is smart - he can count to irteen (right after quelve), knows most colors, some letters, and recognizes certain numbers by sight.<br />
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He loves his Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and has memorized the catch phrases and names of all the characters. He sings and dances the hot dog dance, and can accurately do the "roll call" from the beginning of the show. He has recently been introduced to Handy Manny and Chuggington, and is a fan of all things that are round, bounce, have wheels, say vroom, and/or choo-choo, and that can be stacked... Or in other words, all vehicles, balls and blocks.<br />
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Now- the reason I am a week late in writing this... the poor little man is so darn sick! Right at his birthday last week he got croup. A pretty nasty case of it, to be sure. Just as the croup was ending he started in with a VERY runny nose. It's been so bad he now has sores under and around his nose from all the nose wiping. 3 days in to that he starts getting what starts out as a small cough and progresses to a full blown, chest rattling, productive cough. Then comes the pink eye. OH how I hate pink. And green. Coming out of his eyes. And nose... ick. Poor little monkey! To top all of that off, the little guy woke up in the middle of the night tonight with a 103 degree temperature. Will this little man catch a break this season?! I sit here typing this at nearly midnight in hopes that the Children's Motrin will kick in any minute and he will be asleep again when I go to check on him in a few minutes.<br />
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As for the 2 year stats, he is still 10th percentile in height and weight and 75th in head circumference. :) If there is any truth to be had over the theory that doubling the child's height at their second birthday will tell you how tall they will be as adults, then he will be 5'8" when he grows up. That would make him taller than his daddy by 2 inches. No matter how he turns out, I will love him all the same. Happy late 2nd Birthday to my very favorite son! I love you Matthew!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-86440983322499104022012-02-03T10:57:00.004-07:002012-02-03T10:59:54.985-07:00For a Good Cause!So I have decided to do something drastic. And fun. And more than a little dirty....<br />
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I am signing up to do the Kiss Me Dirty Race this August! I am pretty excited about it. The specs?<br />
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It's a 5k "race" for women and girls over the age of 10. It is not a timed race, it is purely for fun. Also, it is an obstacle course full of mud! A small portion of the registration fee goes directly to gynecological cancer research through Huntsman Cancer Foundation. Having one sister who was diagnosed and successfully treated for ovarian cancer, and having another sister who had a close call scare with ovarian cancer has made this race very personal for me. Also, I have always wanted to get into running and figure this is a good way to ease in. You are encouraged to wear costumes (awards will be given to the best three cocktail dresses, as well as the best three women's product costumes ie. tube of lipstick or mascara), but don't have to. There will be tubes to crawl through, nets to crawl under, things to hurtle, mud bogs to wade through... There is no award for speed, and no time chips will be handed out. All in all, it's a fun time to be had by all! <br />
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I am pretty excited, and would love to extend this invitation to any of my female friends interested in joining me. Also, I am raising funds to help the cause. PLEASE go donate if you can! Any amount helps!<br />
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Also, I think pretty hard about what exactly my goals will be. I try not to overload myself by setting too many. This year I am gonna take a spin off of my friend's <a href="http://poopsandtoots.blogspot.com/2011/12/our-new-tradition.html">blog post</a>. (Go read it, it's awesome, also the <a href="http://poopsandtoots.blogspot.com/2011/12/results-are-in.html">outcome</a> of the post... fantastic, really.) To very much sum it up, she downsized Christmas, and made it special. Each person got three gifts one thing they needed, one thing they wanted, and one thing for their body in representation of Christ's three gifts. </div>
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So my spin... I will set 3 resolutions: One frivolous one (gold). One spiritual one (frankincense). One health one (myrrh).</div>
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1. I will go on dates with my husband to do things new and entertaining... Though I love going out to dinner, sometimes dinner and a movie feels a little rut like... especially when there aren't any good movies out. </div>
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2. Going to the Temple. We have no excuses, the youth in our ward babysit for free if you are going to the Temple, so why don't I go more often? </div>
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3. I will use my treadmill more. Once my toe is no longer broken... </div>
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Now, as a family I have only one resolution in mind: We will get better at having Family Home Evening. In previous years we have tackled family prayer and family scripture study. Both of which are a regular occurrence in our house now. It's time to make FHE a regular activity too. </div>
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I think these goals are realistic, and yet they won't be too easy...</div>
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I will not fake being sick because I hate getting up so early for school, since it's my own fault for needing to be put on A track school time. (A track, for those who don't know, starts an hour and 15 minutes before B track)</div>
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I will stop needing diapers at night. I am a big girl, and should be able to get the bathroom at night. Especially now that the basement bathroom is up and running.</div>
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I will stop growing up so fast since I realize I am my Momma's last baby and she is sad to see my babyhood disappearing so quickly.</div>
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Happy New Year to everyone! May your resolutions hold true.</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-61788735846612247682011-12-07T12:39:00.001-07:002011-12-07T15:02:58.397-07:00Attention!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What happens to the toilet paper when I stop paying attention... Matthew unrolled a bunch, and I couldn't stand to waste it so I told the girls we had to use it... Lilia broke the long sheet into strips of two squares or three squares and labeled them accordingly... (hahaha)<br />
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What happens on the coffee table when I stop paying attention... Look close and maybe lean your head to the left... There is a matching print just out of view of the camera... Little monkies...<br />
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What happens to your cinnamon rolls when I stop paying attention. Matthew ate the center out of all but three of them...<br />
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What happens to my husband when I stop paying attention. He fell asleep, and Matthew covered him with a blanket and gave him some stuffed animals. So cute!<br />
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What happens in the bathroom when I stop paying attention... Matthew turns his bath into a shower (pulled up the little plug thingy) and scared himself half to death. And, so no one thinks I am truly awful I was actually sitting right there, but I didn't see him reach for it until it was too late.<br />
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In the previous post I showed what happens to the Christmas tree when you stop paying attention. Well, an hour after Matthew knocked over the tree Lacey knocked over her dresser... seems using the dresser as a ladder to reach the top drawers is a bad idea... She was fine. A small scratch on her hand and a little shook up, but fine none the less...<br />
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And last and by no means least, What happens when your son pays a lot of attention at church. He was singing along with Daddy (though just as I took the picture he closed the book). And yes, I snapped a picture at church... it was cute.</div>
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It's times like that when I have to remind myself that it's just "stuff." Sure one of the broken ornaments was Lacey's "First Christmas" ornament, and another one was 25 years old, but still... it's just stuff. And in case you are wondering, Matthew was fine. He pushed it over, so he wasn't in the path of destruction...<br />
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On a happier note, when I un-decorated it to fix the branches and pearl garland, I had to redecorate it, and I think it may just look better now than it did the first time. Still- It's a good thing that boy is cute. It may be one of the only things keeping him alive. Oddly enough, though fascinated with the things hanging on the tree he is not at all interested in these:<br />
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I hope you all have a FABULOUS Christmas! For that matter, I hope we do too! :) Merry Christmas ya'll!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-91442990866837885572011-11-21T19:18:00.001-07:002011-11-21T19:25:53.820-07:00That no good, quiet, beefy family!Lilia has a class assignment where she broke down each member of our family and I just had to share it... spelling as she wrote it. Corrections I deem necessary are in parenthesis.<br />
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1 brother - Matthew - cute - funny - energetic - hansome - 1<br />
1 sister - Lacey - <b>no good</b> - funny - crase (crazy) - werd (weird) - cute - 4<br />
1 pet - Migge (Midge) - fast - prize - black - jumpy<br />
1 mom - Pam - care - <b>quite (quiet) </b>- nice - funny - 30<br />
1 dad - Joe - quite - worc - cool - awesome - value - <b>beefy</b> - 33<br />
me - Lilia - nice - fun - funny - cute- quite - 7<br />
togethr - play games - ride bikes - hang owt with family<br />
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Okay... so I was giggling when she said her sister is no good. And was wondering if she was talking about the same mom when she said I am quiet, but when she called her dad beefy I about died laughing. Man, I love this kid!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-87723864940332881642011-10-24T16:28:00.002-06:002011-10-24T16:28:25.012-06:00An Odd Place to Find Inspiration...So one of my very favorite TV shows is Biggest Loser. Its one of only two reality TV shows I like. The other is The Amazing Race, but that's neither here nor there... Anyway, I love watching BL. It's such an inspiring show, and I love to see the contestants whose lives are TRULY changed because of their time on "The Ranch." Now, I know I just said the show was inspiring, but the inspiration I recieved last night was not of the physical weight loss variety. It was more of a spiritual nature. And, though I love this show, its one flaw is the language... not very spiritually connected...<br />
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So I was watching last Tuesday's episode last night, and something was said about losing weight that I got to thinking about. Bob Harper and one of his contestants, Sunny, were given the opportunity to travel to Sunny's home for a week. When she got home, her family was over the moon cheering and laughing at how good she looked. Later, Bob took Sunny to a local gym for a workout, and she became upset because last time she went to her local gym some punk kids were laughing at her size. It embarrassed her so badly that she never returned to the gym. Bob pretty much called her out on that. He said (I am paraphrasing, here), "Do you remember the reaction your family had when they saw you? You need to remember THAT. Not those kids who teased you. Your family deserves you being healthy. Come to the gym for them."<br />
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This brought to mind a time a couple years ago when someone in my ward (local church group) had said some pretty terrible things about me and my family to just about anyone who would listen to her. I remember I was getting ready for church when Joe came home from his Sunday morning meeting to ask me what had happened between me and this girl, since he was under the impression we were friends. He had been confronted by the bishop (our local church leader) about something that had been said, and Joe was stuck defending himself and me about something he knew nothing about. In truth, I knew nothing about it either, and her words blind sided me since I had no idea she was saying things about me to others... I was upset, and hurt, and beyond embarrassed. Though I am sure there is a grain of truth to almost everything she said, there was also a whole lot of pure fiction. Once again, this info is not the point so I will skip ahead a bit. I was MORTIFIED by what had been said about me. I remember walking in to my ward building and wondering how many women in there had heard these stories, and thought ill of me. How many of them saw me taking the sacrament each week and thought I shouldn't have been. How many of them hated me without even knowing the real me... I was near tears for MONTHS at the thought of going to church activities and spending time with other ward members... I was so embarrassed, and for the first time in my life I could understand how someone could be too embarrassed to go to church. How someone could hurt you so badly that rather than defend yourself, you would prefer to hide.<br />
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Eventually, I got over it. It helped when the accuser moved out of the neighborhood, and therefore out of the ward. I still have no idea who has heard the rumors of me and my family, and I also have no idea how many of them believe it. What I do know is that there are still plenty in the ward... I still struggle from time to time with this, and though I have been doing my best to rise above it, I don't always succeed.<br />
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I have forgiven this girl for how I was treated, and I have worked very hard to not put myself in such a vulnerable position again. I am working toward being over this whole ordeal, and though I am no longer struggling with the embarrassment, what Bob said to Sunny struck a cord (chord?). My family deserves to be with me in church. I deserve to be at church. I can't reach my full potential without His help, and I can't get all the help I am worthy of without church attendance. I shouldn't put my church attendance on the shoulders of those who would scoff at me. I should go because my family knows the true me, and they are the ones that matter. God knows the truth. Christ knows the truth. My husband knows the truth. I shouldn't avoid church because some people who are not eternally significant might judge me for something I may or may not have said or done. I am so glad I chose to keep going, because after I heard Bob last night, I think the guilt may have gotten the better of me if I had chosen to let strangers and would be enemies keep me from my eternal purpose.<br />
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This last weekend I made Cinnamon Rolls. I made two trays. One for us, and one I WAS gonna give to neighbors. But then Matthew (in all his cute glory) found the tray of rolls... and this is what he did:<br />
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Kinda hard to see in the first shot, but almost ALL of the rolls have the centers picked out of them. And three of them have more than half of the roll missing from the inside out... Darn cute kid. Looks like we have A LOT of rolls to eat ourselves.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-85954207003760211592011-10-12T12:10:00.002-06:002011-10-12T12:10:18.594-06:00Lacey!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Lacey loves Tangled. The other day she was eating a peach when she took two of the slices and did a little "Tangled" reenactment with them (with her own little twist). One peach said to the other, "I want to leave the tower" in a high pitched voice. Then the other peach said, " The outside world is a dangerous place. You can never leave this tower!"</div>
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<i>Now, I am not a highly politically interested person. I try to keep up with what is going on, but I don't usually voice my opinions about politics and I am not a fan of debating politics either... but I do have to share this one cause he made me laugh... Somewhere in the middle of babbling the other day Matthew said quite clearly "Obama" (or maybe oh, ba, ma)</i></div>
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Me: Obama? What about him?</div>
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If you ask him, "who do we ask for help when we don't know which way to go?" he will respond with "ma-!" (map!) If you tell him, Say it louder!" he yells "MA-!!"</div>
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On the show there comes a part where Dora and boots start singing, "Where are we going? (clap, clap, clap) ______________!" An they fill in the blank with their final destination for that episode (each episode is different). IF I ask Matthew, "Where are we going?" He claps three times and expects me to fill in the blank. </div>
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He used to wander the house singing, "ba- pa-, ba- pa-... ba-pa-, ba-pa-..." (backpack, backpack... backpack, backpack...")</div>
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Everytime he sees Swiper on the screen he yells "BAH!" not sure why really, but that is how he says Swiper. To go along with that, when its time in the show to say, "Swiper NO swiping!" he yells, "No Bah-bee! No Bah-bee!" and puts his hand out in a stopping like fashion (just like they do on TV). My favorite part though? If his sister's try taking something from him he yells, "No Bah-bee!" and puts his hand out to stop them. </div>
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When he wakes up in the morning I pull him out of the crib and the first thing out of his mouth is, "Mick mouse?" or "Mimi Mouse?" </div>
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He also wanders the house sometimes saying, "Oh too-doo!" (Oh toodles!)</div>
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If he wants to watch the show he will ball his hands up into fists, do a little happy dance and say, "Dig-ee dah?" (Hot Digity Dog)</div>
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A video of his doing the hot dog dance... Don't mind me shushing Lilia :)</div>
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His reaction to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on TV:</div>
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He loves Bananas</div>
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He was mad at me and hit his head on the ground hard enough to leave a scraped up forehead and bruise.</div>
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Matthew loves his cereal in the morning. He also loves drinking the milk after he finishes.</div>
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And the stuff that spills on the table needs drinking too...</div>
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What a ham! He saw me taking pictures and had to smile for the camera.</div>
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My mother has some Polly Pocket stuff at her house for the kids to play with. One item Matthew loves is the yellow Polly Pocket chair in his right hand.</div>
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He is trying to sit on it. He puts it in place...</div>
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Backs himself into position...</div>
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And sits down! (See the legs of the chair just under his back side?) Man I love this boy!</div>
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Fascinated with the neighbor's daughter. He crawled across the table to see her a bit better.</div>
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He was eating fries and fry sauce when I went to snap this picture... just as I took it he flipped the sauce upside down for the perfect shot of him making a mess...</div>
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One of our family's favorite restaurants. Matthew sure loves the noodles!</div>
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Blowing kisses to his sister at the store...</div>
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Some fun Lil-isms:</div>
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Mom, I was born in your belly so that means you're my mom.</div>
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(Lilia hiked the arches in Moab with Joe)</div>
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Me: Someday you two will be best friends, you should start acting like it now. You know Lil, Lacey was born so you would have a friend forever.</div>
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(Lilia climbing the rope at gymnastics)</div>
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Lilia (dramatically whispering): Because Coke has you know... {ALCOHOL} in it!</div>
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9 months ago I took Lilia to the dentist and after the appointment he announced that her two bottom teeth were loose. He also discussed with me the need to pull one of her top teeth. Fast forward 6 months to her next dental check up. Her bottom two teeth are still in her head and considerably looser, and that top tooth is finally scheduled to be extracted. Her top tooth was dead from an accident when she was a baby and had stopped growing and was not moving down with the other teeth. her adult tooth was moving around it so we had to remove it to make room for the eventual adult tooth...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVNUJhUj7EXWqw8A8Q5mcNgBODaXcs0kvhTyrV7Bc5bLDZybIc6Ev52bE6r4Tu5En8Ou6RaOCuFkgbTPggBORmag01W2rvwKWzKsbwi5FNzQwp4R4ItN-A5NIgRBqVNhgJr_KVtS4TA/s1600/100_5594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTVNUJhUj7EXWqw8A8Q5mcNgBODaXcs0kvhTyrV7Bc5bLDZybIc6Ev52bE6r4Tu5En8Ou6RaOCuFkgbTPggBORmag01W2rvwKWzKsbwi5FNzQwp4R4ItN-A5NIgRBqVNhgJr_KVtS4TA/s320/100_5594.JPG" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0r2g-8dBi3zZsXn2S3yIsX-PMpl9tBnQzD7dgyvIhOTBaoSw9j8vqWLfyE35WDI-z1XOe5Xv9BTrVddxl3QuNpTk_qjqDbzzGz1iFui5zc8PEZZVaDHmvWtRw9lDRIpIGmDs14h7sQ/s1600/Photo0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje0r2g-8dBi3zZsXn2S3yIsX-PMpl9tBnQzD7dgyvIhOTBaoSw9j8vqWLfyE35WDI-z1XOe5Xv9BTrVddxl3QuNpTk_qjqDbzzGz1iFui5zc8PEZZVaDHmvWtRw9lDRIpIGmDs14h7sQ/s320/Photo0213.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
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So... fast forward 3 more months to last Friday. Lilia has been scared to pull her loose teeth because she is afraid it will hurt. We went to my mothers for dinner and Lilia was complaining about eating something because it was too hard to eat with her VERY VERY loose bottom teeth. When I looked in her mouth this is what I saw...</div>
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BOTH of her bottom adult teeth have popped up BEHIND her adult teeth. :S The tooth on the right was so loose it was barely still in her mouth! So Joe got mean. :) He told her Saturday morning that if she doesn't pull it, he will. So she went in to the bathroom, and came out a minute later with the tooth in her hand. She admitted it didn't hurt too bad and has decided that loosing teeth isn't too terribly traumatic. Hopefully that other baby tooth will come out soon! In the meantime, the tooth fairy is now in business at our house! (Gotta love that face... I told her to show me her missing teeth...)</div>
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General Conference time just ended for those of us in <a href="http://lds.org/">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints</a>. Every 6 months our prophet and other general authorities
within the church speak to us from the conference center, and give us
valuable advice and direction. My husband and I were discussing last
night whether we felt there was a theme to this year's talks.
Usually you will hear an overriding theme mentioned in many talks,
but this time round neither my husband nor I heard one. I have been
looking at other blogs to see if anyone else caught a theme or heard
something repeatedly, and found many different topics mentioned.
It's funny to me how different people hear different things. What
stood out to me as mentioned at least twice through the sessions was
the concept of things being worked on "Line upon line, precept
upon precept." Not sure who it was that said that the Holy
Ghost speaks all truth but doesn't give all the truth all at once
(Paraphrasing here). I know one of my biggest weaknesses is going
all gung ho about something and overwhelming myself with it. I have
been working on the line upon line bit for a while now. Instead of
making my family perfect up front, I am working toward perfection
slowly.
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A while back our children
were very young (and less in number) and we didn't really DO <a href="http://lds.org/family/home-evening?lang=eng">Family Home Evening</a> or family scripture study or family prayer. Slowly I
have worked us up to it. We started with family prayer. For about 6
months I focused on us praying as a family each day/night. Once that
became habit, we added in family scripture study. After another 4 - 6 months that too, became a
habit, and we have added in personal prayer for the kids (we now help
the girls remember each night before bed to pray on their own, and
help Lacey with her prayers). Now that we have added that as part of
our daily routines, I am feeling like its time to really focus on
FHE. This one is hard for me as it has never been a regular habit with Joe and I before the kids,
but I know I can do it.
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I also know that a lot of
these habits are about flexibility, and doing what works best for you
and your family. For example: I am well aware of the fact that many
family's chose to do their family prayer and scripture study in the
morning. And <a href="http://mormon.org/">The Church</a> sets aside Monday night as Family Night.
But neither of these options work well for us, so we have adjusted
some... My husband gets up at 5:30 most mornings, and is gone to
work by 6:30. Instead of having my children wake up that early, we
have decided to do our family prayer and scripture study at night.
After dinner, but before bed. For now, with kids too young to be at
work or on a date after dinner, this works for us. So that's how we
run it. Also, with Lilia's gymnastics, it really makes FHE on
Monday's near impossible. She doesn't get home from gymnastics (and
therefore we don't start to eat or usually even MAKE dinner) until
6:45pm. With bedtime at 8pm and family scriptures and prayer, along
with the usual bedtime routine, that leaves about 15 minutes to get
in FHE. Sooooo we are moving FHE to a different night. Most likely
Tuesday night.
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There were two talks back to
back Saturday afternoon that stood out to me. Elder Andersen spoke
about parenting, and Elder Ardern spoke on time management and
technology. I am kind of combining the two to bring up this last
point for me. Elder Andersen mentioned a Christian woman's blog on
motherhood. The author of the blog said (and was quoted by Elder
Andersen):
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is not a hobby, it is a calling. You do not collect children because
you find them cuter than stamps. It is not something to do if you can
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“<span style="color: #1f1f1e;"><span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">The
question here is not whether you are representing the gospel, it is
how you are representing it. Have you given your life to your
children resentfully? Do you tally every thing you do for them like a
loan shark tallies debts? Or do you give them life the way God gave
it to us—freely?</span></span></span></span></div>
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isn’t enough to pretend. You might fool a few people. That person
in line at the store might believe you when you plaster on a fake
smile, but your children won’t. They know exactly where they stand
with you. They know the things that you rate above them. They know
everything you resent and hold against them. They know that you faked
a cheerful answer to that lady, only to whisper threats or bark at
them in the car.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #1f1f1e;"><span style="font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Children
know the difference between a mother who is saving face to a stranger
and a mother who defends their life and their worth with her smile,
her love, and her absolute loyalty.”</span></span></span></div>
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Wow. Talk about a bold statement! Do my children know where they
stand with me? I bet they do... Now, do they know they rank above
the computer, above my cell phone, above my own personal needs? I
sure hope so... But just to be safe, I think now is a good time for
me to back off of many things I spend too much time on. Most
importantly, Facebook. Though I am not going to delete my account, I
am going to tune it WAY down. Though I love Scrabble, (or as called
online, Words with Friends) I don't think I should spend so much time
playing games. For all those friends I am currently playing,
congratulations! You win! I am resigning from the games and blocking
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I have so many better things I could be doing with my kids. Just a
few days ago I spent 30 minutes chasing my son around the house and
tackling him to the ground and smothering him with kisses and
tickles. He couldn't stop laughing and kept running away, then
stopping, and turning around to see if I was following him. That
pure laughter from him was so good for my weary soul. During one of
the conference sessions, I cuddled up with Lacey. I spent the whole
two hours listening to prophetic council and brushing her hair, and
hugging her tight. She whispered she loved me, and I whispered it
right back. She makes my heart light. I sometimes am given the
opportunity to watch snipits of Lilia in gymnastics. She is so
amazing, and she is so GOOD, and she is so talented. And I fill with
pride (the good kind) when I see her working hard and achieving her
goals. I find myself wanting to tell everyone in earshot, “That's
my daughter. The one who just did that perfect ___<u>(fill in the
gymnastics move here)</u>_.” She brings a big smile to my face.
In the car, I frequently look in the rear view mirror and catch Lil's
eye. She smiles, then holds up her hand in the classic sign for “I love you.” I hold my hand up for her. Except I have
tweaked it to show our own sign of “I love you too.” (The ring
finger is the only finger left down- “I” is the pinky, “Love”
is the first finger and thumb, “You” is the pinky and thumb, and
“too” (two) is the first and second finger”). Man my kids are
amazing. And I want them to know that I know it. Here's to
hoping...</div>
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It is finally time... Lacey got to join her sister in extracurricular activities this year. Lilia did dance classes for two years before recently moving to gymnastics. It was a good move for her, and I kind of hoped Lacey would choose gymnastics, but when given the choice she insisted on dance classes. I love that my girls have different personalities and different interests! Her class is a ballet/tap/tumbling combination class. They work on all three for 15 minutes each. </div>
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Here she is sitting with the rest of the class in their tap shoes. What a cutie!<br />
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Afterward, they remove the tap shoes and do some tumbling barefoot.<br />
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Finally they do ballet.<br />
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She is beyond thrilled to be in dance classes, and I am thrilled to let her take part in something she loves to do. I hope she never stops loving to move and dance!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-87031649203860686632011-09-21T08:56:00.000-06:002011-09-21T08:56:22.817-06:00Old Dog - New Trick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My first ever attempt at french braiding. Okay not totally true. I figured it out on a barbie doll first. But not too shabby if I say so myself! And the next day Lil gets the cutest curly hair! :)Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-50288549228123088872011-09-21T08:50:00.000-06:002011-09-21T08:50:10.375-06:00First day of school<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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She got a new BIGGER bike for her birthday, but we gave it to her a week early so she could ride it to school with her friends.<br />
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And she is off! I sure love that girl!<br />
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Lacey started her second year of preschool and is doing really well! She seems to finally be catching on to letters and the sounds they make. She is a great little counter and loves seeing her friends twice a week. She is such a cute little ham!<br />
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Today she got to take treats to her class as well as a bag of her favorite things that she got to share with them all. Then her classmates wrote her letters for her birthday. I just have to share a few of them for posterity's sake...<br />
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Dear Lilia,<br />
Being are (our) friend and cepeing (keeping) me happi. And have a grat (great) brethday.<br />
From Lexi<br />
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Dear Lilia,<br />
Yoo ar so nies (nice) I luv you. Vare (very) nis (nice).<br />
From Sequoia<br />
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Dear Lilia,<br />
Nise (nice) Fanny.<br />
Starlee<br />
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Dear Lilia,<br />
You are coot (cute). I op (hope) you have a good time at yor birthday.<br />
From Donovan<br />
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Dear Lilia,<br />
I hope you have a good brithday to day. I wish I can come ovre to your house.<br />
From Madison<br />
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There were plenty more like these, but these were the one's that I thought were the best. I especially got a kick out of lilia's nice fanny and her being cute... I think Lilia liked that Donovan thinks she is cute. She really likes him too! :)Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-64907106537970683242011-06-22T15:14:00.001-06:002011-06-22T15:15:29.265-06:00And then some more...I woke up at 3:30 sick. I asked Joe to stay home to help with the kids. He did. And now he is sick too. Needless to say we are all having a fantastic week. Back to my sick bed. Love ya all!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-73747432401136282532011-06-22T00:30:00.003-06:002011-06-22T00:42:05.546-06:00Family Reunion Part 5 (Tuesday)The rest of the drive home was quite uneventful. I missed the exit for lunch, and didn't wanna wait til the next city (an hour away) so I turned around at a weigh station and went back. As we were leaving again, I passed that weigh station and realized that I had NO GAS and was out of exits before the next city... so I used those little dirt roads that sometimes can be seen linking the east bound lanes with the west bound lanes. You know - the ones police cars at while waiting to pull you over? Yeah- totally illegal, but darn it- we were on fumes! <div><br /></div><div>Other than that- no incidents for the rest of the drive.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was home by 5, and mom was on her way home soon after. Did I mention she was an AMAZING help, great company, and that she is totally awesome and fantastical? Cause she was, and is.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would love to report that this is the end of my adventure, but it isn't. Here I sit, finishing this disaster of a trip's blogs, and it's 12:30 at night. Why am I still up? Well... since starting this bloggy drama, Lacey has thrown up 10 (yes, TEN) times. At least I am home. And she is in MY bathroom. Making a mess of MY towels and our trusty "yucky bucket". Not in MY car. Or MY cousin's house. With HIS towels and HIS nice newlywed bathroom trash can... Gotta find that silver lining! It could be SO much worse! </div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-18691842323127874752011-06-22T00:06:00.005-06:002011-06-22T00:44:22.298-06:00Family Reunion Part 4 (Monday)Monday morning rolled around, and I was in a good mood. Lil wasn't sick anymore, so I could continue with my plans to visit with some friends at lunch while my niece babysat my kids. I was then gonna go visit Grandma with my sisters and get some good quality time in with her. All this while my mom visited with her friends and sisters.<div><br /></div><div>When I got out of bed (at 9 - it seemed my alarm clock was broken. Or tired.) I noticed that Lil wasn't in her sleeping bag, but was across the room sleeping on just her pillow. No biggie, it was warm Sunday night. Right? Wrong...</div><div><br /></div><div>When she woke up she said, "Mom, I threw up in my sleeping bag last night and I am going to throw up again." And then she did. I am ashamed to admit I actually started crying. I was so SICK of sickness. I was so tired of being at my cousin's house, constantly worrying about where my kid would throw up next. I was not getting to do any of the things I had stayed two extra days to do. I wanted to go home! I called my friend in tears and she took over canceling lunch for me. I then called my mom. And bawled to her. And she, bless her heart, said, "Lets go home." (Told you she was awesome and fantastical) So that is exactly what we did. I didn't get to visit with Grandma. I didn't see my friends. And for that I am truly sad. But - well, my kid is sick. You do what you have to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>Mom drove over with a bunch of sick food provided by my aunt and my sister (life savers, they were!). We were loaded up and in the car by 11, and on our way back home. We originally hoped to make the trip in one shot. So very optimistic, huh? We made a stop at the nearest Walmart for some snack foods for us non sickies, and then got on the road. A half an hour later we stopped on the side of the road cause Lacey said she felt sick. False alarm. Drive on. 10 minutes later we stopped for gas. And to get Dramamine (in case it works for flu bugs too). They didn't have any, so we drove on. We made a stop for a potty break for Lil about 15 minutes later, and that's when Lacey threw up. She didn't cry, and she seemed fine afterward, so we were hoping it was just car sickness. We gave her and Lil a half pill each of Dramamine (this gas station had it), and were back on the road. We were already nearly 2 hours out and have made it less than 100 miles from our starting point. ::Sigh:: Not good. We had a few more stops for little things, mostly potty breaks. We weren't making good time at all, and it was seeming less and less likely that we would make this trip in one day with such a late start. To add to it, around 5 pm Matthew started to cry. I turned around just in time to see him loose his lunch, dinner, and every snack from the last two days ALL OVER himself and the carseat. We pulled over, and I cleaned him up with diaper wipes and a plastic bag. Ewww. I then called Joe and asked him to look up hotel and motel numbers for the half way point (about half an hour away) for us. He gave me a nice long list and I started calling around. I finally found a Motel 6 that had a vacancy, and booked us a room. WORST. MOTEL. ROOM. EVER. Not gonna get into the details, but lets just say my mom and I complained and earned a free night's stay sometime in the next year. I know this was not the norm for their motels, so I am fine with using them again. In a different city. Anyway- I digress...</div><div><br /></div><div>Before we could get checked into the hotel Matthew had thrown up two more times. We managed to contain most of those two... Once in our room, I called in for extra towels and found that they had a laundromat on site. YAY. I took the car seat cover off (for the second time this trip) and all his clothes and our 5 (beach) towels and ran a load of laundry. We also set up the playpen, lined it with 5 towels and corralled Matthew. Each time he threw up we just removed a layer of towel. He used all 5 before the load of laundry was done. When I came back from the laundromat the final time, with all our dry and clean stuff, Matthew was sound asleep wrapped in a blanket on top of yet another towel. Poor little man. He was quite literally green. Eventually we all settled in to sleep. And woke up the next morning ready to finish the drive home. Lacey never did throw up again, so her initial bout was deemed motion sickness.</div><div><br /></div><div>During the down time in between bouts of everything, I had some awesome conversation with my mom, and watched some pretty cute kids movies with my girls... All in all, though quite the icky day, I did find some enjoyment.</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2398876847068109340.post-50818727069330267752011-06-21T23:31:00.003-06:002011-06-22T00:08:24.816-06:00Family Reunion Part 3 (Sunday)<div>By Sunday morning (as Joe was headed out the door for the drive back home) it was decided that Lil <i style="font-weight: bold; ">MAY</i> have heat stroke, but since Grandma has pretty precarious health, I'd better keep Lil away from everyone else. So my (AWESOME AND FANTASTICAL) mom came and got Lacey for the day, and I stayed at my cousin's house with Matthew and a very weak and VERY tired Lilia. It was a bit of a disappointment since I was losing the opportunity to go to church with the family, as well as to spend more time with Grandma. BUT you make the most of it, and I for sure didn't blame poor Lil for landing us in this spot. Sunday was pretty boring. Lots of cartoon watching, book reading, and Matthew chasing. But there was one not so boring incident...</div><div><br /></div><div>I had just finished changing an especially bad diaper and instead of throwing it in the trash, I chose to take it out to the garbage can. (Aren't I considerate?) Lil was asleep on the couch, and Matthew was watching a show. I was still in my pajamas and totally shoeless. But it was like, 15 steps from the front door. No biggie right? HA! As I went out the door I was careful to close the metal screen door behind me so Matthew wouldn't escape. Instead of trying to escape, as I lifted the lid of the garbage can I heard Matthew close the main door (wood) behind me. The little stinker. I went to go back inside and found that the screen (metal- not mesh) was LOCKED. And I didn't have a key! It seems the screen door is the type that only locks on the outside. The inside knob still turns when it is locked. I had no idea until I got back to the door that it was locked! Okay... no problem. I will ring the doorbell. What? No doorbell? CRAP. Okay... lets go check windows. (I know, you all think I should check the back door, right? Well I KNEW it was locked since the night before I had noticed it wasn't and I had LOCKED IT! But I did check it again, just to be sure). WELL- it turns out that my cousin's house was a bit on the older side. And ALL the windows were the kind that automatically click shut when the window is closed. You have to push the lever to unlock it as you slide it open... sorry- off the topic there a bit. Back to the point. </div><div><br /></div><div>To recap:</div><div><br /></div><div>Both doors locked.</div><div><br /></div><div>All windows locked.</div><div><br /></div><div>Both kids INSIDE. One sleeping and sick. And one (troublemaker) very much awake.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pajamas. Barefoot. No Keys. No Phone.</div><div><br /></div><div>Family is all in church. No one to call. And only one phone number memorized...</div><div><br /></div><div>I spent about 5 minutes banging on windows and the back door trying to wake Lilia up. She didn't budge. Through the back door's window, I could see her passed out on the couch, and I could also see Matthew playing with my cousin's laptop, watching TV, dancing with something on TV, and of course, yelling back at me like this is SUCH a fun game. After a while I realized it was useless to try to "raise the dead" and so I hopped back over the fence (it was locked too) barefoot. I then hot footed it (literally) across the street to the only neighbor who was home (I tried three other houses first) and BEGGED them to let me use the phone. Explaining quickly who I was and why I was standing in their yard disheveled and crazed... I called my mom's cell (knowing full well that she was still at church), and PRAYED she had not turned off the ringer. Well- I guess two miracles in one day was one too many, cause her phone was OFF. I left a message to call me ASAP. And then went back to check on the kids. As best I could. Turns out, the show on Netflix had ended and Matthew was getting upset. I was no longer playing the "Yelling game" and he wanted me. The neighbors had followed me across the street and over the fence, and we all took turns looking through the back window at the keys sitting on the coffee table, and the 16 month old crying hysterically. Finally it was decided that we NEEDED to do something - NOW. My cousin has a back porch that is totally screened in, and it was the only entrance to the house that was NOT glass or wood. I knew the door from the house to the porch was unlocked since I had stashed some not so kid friendly items on that porch just a few hours previous. With my permission, the neighbor tore away the plastic covering the screens, and then punched his arm right through the screen. He tore a hole big enough for me to fit through, and I scrambled inside to calm my poor son. I then let them in through the house since I didn't want them to have to hop the fence again. I proved to them I was not some crazy chick, but a legitimate "momma in distress" and then thanked them for vandalizing my cousin's house and bid them a good day. And sat down a cried.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt SO GUILTY for the damage. And bless their hearts, my cousin and his wife took it in stride (and maybe a chuckle or two). They completely understood, and shrugged off the damage. But mark my words... I WILL be paying to have that hole fixed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lil had a couple really terrible nightmares on Sunday, but otherwise she had finally stopped throwing up around 11 am so we felt sure she was on the mend.</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05284089482112967766noreply@blogger.com0