For those that nurse or are going to...

So much to blog about so little time...three kids is defiantly a little different than two.

But I must write this before I forget. If you're a nursing mom, a going to be nursing mom or know one, read on.

So, a wonderful sister of mine told me about a cure for mastitis (you know the horrible infection that can sometimes accompany the natural breast augmentation after one delivers a bundle of joy) she learned it from her midwife and when she first told me I have to admit I was kind of skeptical but put the information in the back of my mind for possible later use and the next trip to the grocery store included purchasing a brown russet potato.

So about a week ago I realized I was starting to feel sick and as the day progressed my sickness became worse and was accompanied by a very painful feeling, almost like a burning feeling in one of the utters. Uh oh...I knew what this meant. It was on a Saturday so no going to the doctor and our blessed insurance doesn't cover doctor visits or prescriptions so I didn't want to fork out 200+ Benjamin's. That's when my brain reminded me of the bit of info told by that intelligent sister. When the feeling of mastitis starts to come on cut a russet potato and put the inside of the potato on the sore breast and the potato will draw out the infection. To make a long story even longer...I had spouse wrap an ace bandage around me with a potato on the inside next to the sore ca-who-na. The look on his face was priceless but I woke up Sunday morning with nothing...NO PAIN AT ALL and I felt great!!!!! You can literally feel the potato drawing out the infection, it's almost painful but worth it. This cure cost me a whole 34 cents and no antibiotics went into the body or the baby's milk. It seriously worked and I would highly recommend it.

Maybe later I'll write about the garlic I placed on my children's feet last night and they woke up today feeling a whole lot better.

Kudos to natural remedies.

Game Day

Saturday was game day...ASU's biggest little fans...

Like father, like son.

They almost pulled out a win...I'm sure we'll watch next Saturday hoping to celebrate that night with a win...yes, wearing the same get-up. Can't wait.

One Month Check up

Today I'm thankful I have my baby. I read her story and thanked my Heavenly Father as I held #3 a lot closer.

We visited the doctor for the one month check up and this is where he's at:

Weight: 12lbs 9oz (97th Percentile)
Length: 22.5 inches (78th Percentile)
Head: 16 (Can't remember the Percentile)

He's growing strong and looks great. I'm very thankful.

The update.

I think about blogging but the time to do it lately has been late at night or very early in the morning. You see, I've had this problem lately at night were I hear a voice coming from my master bedroom, it calls to me. I have finally figured out who the voice is...it's the voice from deep down in my mattress. The voice starts calling out about 9pm saying "Come to me, come feel my comfort, come, Come, COME, I'm waiting for you, come feel my soft joy." I succumb each night to it's temptation and I give in thus leaving the blogging world behind. Then prior to each child waking I set the alarm with intentions to wake 90 minutes early and update the blog along with the hope of getting other daily tasks done prior to reality hitting but once again that voice calls from the depths beneath. The problem in the morning is, not only is it the voice that calls but the giant arms come out and wrap around me holding me down, sinking me deeper into the soft cloud that I am lying on. Those arms don't release until 6:30am when I have to wake and prepare my oldest part of reality for his daily dose of education. Thus the reason for the lack of updates.

However the last few weeks have included the following:

~I feel like I can now bond with a cow, we could get to know each other well while we're both being milked.

~I must convince myself once again that my treadmill is my best friend and must be visited daily. I've spent 40 minutes each morning with him the last four days and I have yet to be convinced. I think it's safe to say we have a love-hate relationship. But I am hopeful the daily dose of visits will pay off...eventually...like in 7 years.

~Can't decided if I should buy a scale or not. I don't want to have to add "fix hole in wall" to the honey-do list for spouse. Maybe after three kids I'm more mature though...OK maybe not. I'll take "scale" off the shopping list.

~Still having to tell myself it's worth waking up to get #1 off to school each morning, each day I repeat, "his education is important...his education is important...yes, more important than your sleep..."

~Saving mega $Benjamin's$ when it comes to putting gas in the car...I've had no where to go lately.

~I have yet to eat breakfast prior to 10am...maybe I'll burn a few extra calories this way!

~Remembering the blessed smells of puke and poop, especially when both scents are on my shirt and I don't bother to change it all day long and then accidentally forget to change it prior to the school PTA meeting. That was embarrassing.

I am defiantly NOT complaining, for this is my reality and my reality is a pretty great place to be.


Now for a couple of updated pics...

The little one...the reason for the lack of sleep...
Best big brothers in the world.I love this little outfit...he was wearing the cutest shoes...to bad the camera didn't catch them.

And the reason why I've yet to succumb tonight to the voice from the bedroom? This man kept this little guy for me this afternoon so I could have a late afternoon silent visit with the bedroom voice. It was 60 minutes of pure joy~maybe I can bask in that same joy tomorrow. He truly is the best spouse I could ask for.

P.S. Have you ever spent the day with a three year old? If not, it's quite entertaining. It's funny to watch this particular three year old eat, put on his shoes, and try taking care of bathroom business so he "doesn't have to wash hands." Pretty creative if you ask me...for he hates washing his hands. He is such a little stinker sometimes but the FUNNIEST little man I've ever met. You'll never go a day without laughing when he's near by. It's rejuvenating seeing the world through a child's eye. I pray it'll always keep me young at heart.

Uh oh...the voice is calling...I must give in now.

Saturday

Saturday morning brought us our first family outing as a family of 5.
We headed out to #1 soccer game. Which he played pretty darn well...

#2 always loves watching a good soccer game...as long as he has a snack to keep him occupied.

It was fun to get out...a bit warm though but fun none the less

Then that night was the ward Halloween party. I stayed home with the baby and spouse was able to go and take the two oldest who really enjoyed themselves.
Pops was...well I don't think his proper description is politically correct so I won't say.
#2 was a Power ranger and #1 Darth Maul...not my favorite choice but he was very excited and that's what matters. Right?


#2 was very excited about his costume and loved showing off his big muscles!


Since there were no masks allowed spouse painted #1's face just like the mask that came with the costume. Not a bad job at all...I told him maybe it was time to switch careers and become a makeup artist.

Baby and I enjoyed the peace and quiet at home...and some of the candy brought home by the kids!

Friday at the Park

Friday the boys rode bikes to the park while I pushed #3 in his stroller. (Which by the way he loves) I enjoyed basking in the sun...

The big boys enjoyed climbing all over the toys even with their bike helmets still on...

and the new one slept the afternoon away. So peaceful.

Not a bad Friday afternoon.

A few pics

These photos are from today...October 22, 2009
He's 15 days old

There's something sweet about a baby's feet...

This is the little man at 9 days old

This is the night we came home from the hospital
Thursday October 8th 2009

Five days old with his big brothers. This was after our first family home evening with #3. Spouse gave the lesson on being examples to our siblings. Afterward we gave the boys these pajamas that said "big brother" on them. They were thrilled.