As I was showering today...before 3pm I might add (Not too much before this time but whose counting)it dawned on me that I'm almost six months pregnant. That's half a year! My body is defiantly changing and the little boy is a mover. I feel completely grateful for that. It gives me a sense of peace that he's growing healthy and strong. I noticed for the first time last night that I'm really starting to swell by the end of the day. I was a little irritated at first. Swelling hurts. It's unattractive and plain old not fun. Then I got more irritated at myself for being irritated. I reminded myself that this is all temporary and will go away. This is most likely the last time my body will swell because of a new life forming inside of me. I reminded myself to be grateful to be swelling for this reason. Other than swelling this pregnancy has been great. I'm thankful to still be able to devote 90-120 minutes six days a week to exercising, something I have asked the Lord to let me continue until the angle makes his debut. I sleep through the night, never waking for bathroom breaks. I have energy during the day to complete the tasks that are necessary, the list could go on and on.
It's true. The more I focus on the good aspects of life the more willing and able I am to handle the trials/learning experiences that pop up along the way.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Silly Boss...
For the second time this week Boss asked for an iphone for his birthday. I find this funny because I wasn't even sure he knew what an iphone was so when I asked him what a iphone is his response was, "it's like your itouch but it has a camera and can call people." I then said; "well Mom and Pops don't even have iphones." To which he responded "you can borrow mine if you need to make a call." I hope he forgets about his request before his next birthday rolls around...and to think he's only 5!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Before I forget...
I have to write these things down. Good memories and stories are the best in the later years.
Crate started nursery. I'm thankful for that, the YW are thankful for that and I'm sure the women in Relief Society who would take him for me are thankful for that too. I'll admit sometimes Sunday's were a little harry with YW's stuff, three boys-one not in nursery and no husband to help with child number three during YW time. Thank goodness for the kind ladies who found him so cute and would take him for me that last dreaded hour of church. We made it to the 18 month mark!! Hallelujah!
As of today Pops and the two older boys have felt their little brother kicking inside of me. I started feeling him flutter around the last 8 weeks but it's finally strong enough that you can feel him from the outside.
Oh, and Crate loves nursery...I forgot to mention that. No problem being in there for the two hours. Makes life great!
Two weeks of school left. I can't wait...which means I have two weeks of babysitting left before summer break! I think we're all ready for some lazy summer days.
Boss' math skills are beyond amazing, especially considering he has yet to step into a school class room. I'll be interested to see if he enjoys math as he gets older. He's got basic adding and subtracting down and now knows a large chunk of his times tables. I have Buster's homework to thank for that. Boss likes hanging out with Buster during homework time.
Last Saturday Pops was gone for about 12 hours so I decided it would be a perfect day to fly kites with the boys. I learned a valuable lesson. Dollar store kites are crap and not even worth the dollar spent. I envisioned a wonderful afternoon at the park with the boys flying kites...well when the kites broke on the first flight the afternoon turned out to be "not so wonderful."
Crate has discovered his love for bubbles. Dollar store bubbles are well worth it for an 18 month old.
OB says he's 150% confident it's a boy. No questions asked. I like that level of confidence, it makes planning easier.
I've had a tough time coming up with dinner ideas lately. Tonight dinner was a salad. Needless to say I had four unhappy males around here, I think one even said "where's the rest of dinner?" My reply was "this is it, be grateful." I can either blame it on pregnancy or spring fever. Maybe a combo of the two. Not good.
Did I mention before I LOVE summer?
This house needs to be brightened up...maybe some new pillows on the couch or something. Actually, I think I say that every spring.
I have lots of idea's floating around in my head of things I would like to do to the house. Ultimately, more than anything at this point of my life I'm more than thankful to have a roof over my head and if the inside is not changed for 10 years so be it. It's not the end of the world.
I braved the zoo with four kids and no spouse last week and amazingly it all went well. We're all alive.
Just found this cute site if you're interested... http://www.thehouseofsmiths.com/
I think if it were up to me I'd take a month long family vacation in the summer. How fun would that be!
Our chairs continue to remain on top of the kitchen table, thanks to Crate. I'm confident one day they'll come down and no one will be climbing on them risking a broken arm. For now it always looks like I'm in the middle of cleaning my floors. I guarantee that does not happen nearly as often as it should. "Crunch, Crunch" is a normal sound around here when walking on the kitchen floors. I can't tell you the last time I walked in the kitchen barefoot. No joke, I always have something on to protect my feet from the crumbs.
OK, enough said. Time for bed.
Crate started nursery. I'm thankful for that, the YW are thankful for that and I'm sure the women in Relief Society who would take him for me are thankful for that too. I'll admit sometimes Sunday's were a little harry with YW's stuff, three boys-one not in nursery and no husband to help with child number three during YW time. Thank goodness for the kind ladies who found him so cute and would take him for me that last dreaded hour of church. We made it to the 18 month mark!! Hallelujah!
As of today Pops and the two older boys have felt their little brother kicking inside of me. I started feeling him flutter around the last 8 weeks but it's finally strong enough that you can feel him from the outside.
Oh, and Crate loves nursery...I forgot to mention that. No problem being in there for the two hours. Makes life great!
Two weeks of school left. I can't wait...which means I have two weeks of babysitting left before summer break! I think we're all ready for some lazy summer days.
Boss' math skills are beyond amazing, especially considering he has yet to step into a school class room. I'll be interested to see if he enjoys math as he gets older. He's got basic adding and subtracting down and now knows a large chunk of his times tables. I have Buster's homework to thank for that. Boss likes hanging out with Buster during homework time.
Last Saturday Pops was gone for about 12 hours so I decided it would be a perfect day to fly kites with the boys. I learned a valuable lesson. Dollar store kites are crap and not even worth the dollar spent. I envisioned a wonderful afternoon at the park with the boys flying kites...well when the kites broke on the first flight the afternoon turned out to be "not so wonderful."
Crate has discovered his love for bubbles. Dollar store bubbles are well worth it for an 18 month old.
OB says he's 150% confident it's a boy. No questions asked. I like that level of confidence, it makes planning easier.
I've had a tough time coming up with dinner ideas lately. Tonight dinner was a salad. Needless to say I had four unhappy males around here, I think one even said "where's the rest of dinner?" My reply was "this is it, be grateful." I can either blame it on pregnancy or spring fever. Maybe a combo of the two. Not good.
Did I mention before I LOVE summer?
This house needs to be brightened up...maybe some new pillows on the couch or something. Actually, I think I say that every spring.
I have lots of idea's floating around in my head of things I would like to do to the house. Ultimately, more than anything at this point of my life I'm more than thankful to have a roof over my head and if the inside is not changed for 10 years so be it. It's not the end of the world.
I braved the zoo with four kids and no spouse last week and amazingly it all went well. We're all alive.
Just found this cute site if you're interested... http://www.thehouseofsmiths.com/
I think if it were up to me I'd take a month long family vacation in the summer. How fun would that be!
Our chairs continue to remain on top of the kitchen table, thanks to Crate. I'm confident one day they'll come down and no one will be climbing on them risking a broken arm. For now it always looks like I'm in the middle of cleaning my floors. I guarantee that does not happen nearly as often as it should. "Crunch, Crunch" is a normal sound around here when walking on the kitchen floors. I can't tell you the last time I walked in the kitchen barefoot. No joke, I always have something on to protect my feet from the crumbs.
OK, enough said. Time for bed.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
When I say he's a busy boy..I mean it.
Lately I have found Crate in various places. Some of these places include (and I'm not kidding on any of these)...
the top of the refrigerator.
the top of the printer which is large and sits on top of the office desk. (I just found him there for the second time today and he had a cup full of water in his hands...not a good combo.)
on top of the kitchen chairs which are sitting on top of the counter-height table.
standing on top of his highchair.
and literally sitting on top of the cinder-block six foot fence in the backyard.
I've had enough experience with 18 month old kids that I know they can be into things. Typically things like cupboards, or toilets, or stairs, or make-up or maybe they don't sit still for an extended period of time. But seriously...the back fence? When I say I can't turn my head for 20 seconds I mean I can NOT turn my head, unless he's asleep...which amazingly he has not learned to climb out of his crib yet...go figure. I'm seeing it as a total and complete blessing from the Lord.
I can defiantly tell this kid watches his older brothers and never wants to be a step behind them.
If only I had time to grab my camera each time I found him in odd places...but I figure his life is more important than a quick picture.
the top of the refrigerator.
the top of the printer which is large and sits on top of the office desk. (I just found him there for the second time today and he had a cup full of water in his hands...not a good combo.)
on top of the kitchen chairs which are sitting on top of the counter-height table.
standing on top of his highchair.
and literally sitting on top of the cinder-block six foot fence in the backyard.
I've had enough experience with 18 month old kids that I know they can be into things. Typically things like cupboards, or toilets, or stairs, or make-up or maybe they don't sit still for an extended period of time. But seriously...the back fence? When I say I can't turn my head for 20 seconds I mean I can NOT turn my head, unless he's asleep...which amazingly he has not learned to climb out of his crib yet...go figure. I'm seeing it as a total and complete blessing from the Lord.
I can defiantly tell this kid watches his older brothers and never wants to be a step behind them.
If only I had time to grab my camera each time I found him in odd places...but I figure his life is more important than a quick picture.
I am
Recently I read a post on one of my friends blogs, I think it was this one or maybe it was her personal one, but either way it was a great post and it got me thinking. So here I go with my thoughts...
On her blog she had written that she once read the two most powerful words in our language were the words "I AM" I found it interesting because just that day I was doing my children's yoga program with the boys and one of the songs we listened to at the end of the session uses the words "I am..." several times throughout the song. The song goes something like this...
I am bountiful,
I am blissful,
I am beautiful in every way...
the tune is great and very catchy it goes on with the ending part being "I am fearless today." It's a great song that I like to play for my boys hoping they'll have the tune playing over and over again in their head. I think it can even be more powerful for a female.
Anyhow as I was thinking I thought, "if our thoughts are powerful enough to create our surroundings, than what am I thinking?" So I thought of a lot of positive and negative "I AM" statements. And I noticed I start a lot of sentences with the words "I am..."
For all two of my blog readers out there :) let's explore those "I am" statements.
First off, do we use these statements without evening thinking of the impact they are having on our lives...statements like...
I am fat, I am ugly, I am tired, I am broke, I am horrible, I am an idiot, I am sick, I am poor, I am not going to ever be able to do "x", I am not ever going to be as good as "her", I am a horrible wife, I am a bad mother, I am depressed, I am a bad person, I'm so dumb, you get the point. At one point or time in my life I've either heard all these statements, even if the person says it jokingly or I've used some of these statements myself.
Now what if all those "I am" statements turned into these:
I am beautiful, I am full of energy, I am happy, I am loving my life, I am loving the opportunities I have to grow in my life, I am providing for my family, I am smart, I am kind, I am loved, I am a great mother, I am a wonderful wife, I am worthy, I am worthy or happiness, I am worthy a income, I am worthy of "X"...again, you get the point.
So the question I have for myself is; "How do my sentences end when they start with the words "I AM"?
I think our words can be more powerful than we might ever comprehend. I won't let my outcome be controlled by my words.
On her blog she had written that she once read the two most powerful words in our language were the words "I AM" I found it interesting because just that day I was doing my children's yoga program with the boys and one of the songs we listened to at the end of the session uses the words "I am..." several times throughout the song. The song goes something like this...
I am bountiful,
I am blissful,
I am beautiful in every way...
the tune is great and very catchy it goes on with the ending part being "I am fearless today." It's a great song that I like to play for my boys hoping they'll have the tune playing over and over again in their head. I think it can even be more powerful for a female.
Anyhow as I was thinking I thought, "if our thoughts are powerful enough to create our surroundings, than what am I thinking?" So I thought of a lot of positive and negative "I AM" statements. And I noticed I start a lot of sentences with the words "I am..."
For all two of my blog readers out there :) let's explore those "I am" statements.
First off, do we use these statements without evening thinking of the impact they are having on our lives...statements like...
I am fat, I am ugly, I am tired, I am broke, I am horrible, I am an idiot, I am sick, I am poor, I am not going to ever be able to do "x", I am not ever going to be as good as "her", I am a horrible wife, I am a bad mother, I am depressed, I am a bad person, I'm so dumb, you get the point. At one point or time in my life I've either heard all these statements, even if the person says it jokingly or I've used some of these statements myself.
Now what if all those "I am" statements turned into these:
I am beautiful, I am full of energy, I am happy, I am loving my life, I am loving the opportunities I have to grow in my life, I am providing for my family, I am smart, I am kind, I am loved, I am a great mother, I am a wonderful wife, I am worthy, I am worthy or happiness, I am worthy a income, I am worthy of "X"...again, you get the point.
So the question I have for myself is; "How do my sentences end when they start with the words "I AM"?
I think our words can be more powerful than we might ever comprehend. I won't let my outcome be controlled by my words.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
My very old computer has been on the brink for the last several months. Pops tried a whole bunch of things to try and fix it but it still wasn't up to par so he took it in and thus I was left without a connection to the outside world. But alas it's back.
I'm considering having a private blog for the family but I can't decide if it should be for my eyes only or if close friends and family members should be invited to it. Any thoughts?
I think the boys and I have spring fever around here...that's not good.
I could use a vacation soon.
I'm now 21 weeks preggers, more than half way. The time is flying by.
My house needs a good spring cleaning.
I love, love, love the Internet. Thanks to it the YW Easter lesson is completed and ready to go. I think the girls will enjoy it and it's something different. I really have the best counselors who found the idea and spouse made it work with his technical skills.
My clothing supply is limited right now...not quite ready for maternity but the regular clothes are getting tighter.
Our kitchen table chairs have found a new spot which is now on top of the table...Crate has figured out how to climb on them and then climb on to the high table. Not good.
You know it's been a long day when I ask the 18th month old to pick up the knife off the floor and hand it to me so I can cut his banana. That really took place today and for all I know the knife could have been laying on the floor for multiple hours. Luckily it wasn't a steak knife, only a butter knife.
Speaking of kitchen floors lately all I hear from them is "crunch, crunch" every time I walk around. I swear they do not stay clean with two one year olds and the two older boys. It's a never ending battle.
The five o'clock hour comes early each day. So I must head to bed. I'm grateful though my body and been good to me and that I can still exercise each morning. It's the best therapy session ever. 90 minutes of uninterrupted freedom before reality kicks in for the day.
I'm considering having a private blog for the family but I can't decide if it should be for my eyes only or if close friends and family members should be invited to it. Any thoughts?
I think the boys and I have spring fever around here...that's not good.
I could use a vacation soon.
I'm now 21 weeks preggers, more than half way. The time is flying by.
My house needs a good spring cleaning.
I love, love, love the Internet. Thanks to it the YW Easter lesson is completed and ready to go. I think the girls will enjoy it and it's something different. I really have the best counselors who found the idea and spouse made it work with his technical skills.
My clothing supply is limited right now...not quite ready for maternity but the regular clothes are getting tighter.
Our kitchen table chairs have found a new spot which is now on top of the table...Crate has figured out how to climb on them and then climb on to the high table. Not good.
You know it's been a long day when I ask the 18th month old to pick up the knife off the floor and hand it to me so I can cut his banana. That really took place today and for all I know the knife could have been laying on the floor for multiple hours. Luckily it wasn't a steak knife, only a butter knife.
Speaking of kitchen floors lately all I hear from them is "crunch, crunch" every time I walk around. I swear they do not stay clean with two one year olds and the two older boys. It's a never ending battle.
The five o'clock hour comes early each day. So I must head to bed. I'm grateful though my body and been good to me and that I can still exercise each morning. It's the best therapy session ever. 90 minutes of uninterrupted freedom before reality kicks in for the day.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Good reminder.
This past week we attended a funeral of some old friends from our Mesa days. They suddenly lost their little seven year old boy. I was thankful to be able to attend because it was a needed reminder how fragile and precious life is and how short time can be. I've made a renewed effort to document the days I have with these three (almost four) boys as much as I can. Also, to be a bit more kind and patient and grateful even for the messes because it means my children are still here with me and if that means cleaning up after them or loosing sleep for them I'll do it.
I'm not anywhere near being perfect and despite some really long days or really tough circumstances a positive attitude can make things more bearable. I firmly believe also that if I, as the mother, can be positive and find blessings amongst trials it will teach my boys to do the same. They can learn that happiness is a choice no matter what is going around you. I could say more but enough about that.
On another note: Our number one rule in the family used to be: "No yelling in the home." I have now made that the number two rule. Our new number one rule is: "No touching moms hair." They love to mess up my hair...but it's an official rule now and if broken they will see consequences. (It's great being the parent in this case. :))
Some days these pregnancy hormones take effect and make me very vocal about my opinion. Sometimes that's not so good. I've learned I can't talk about politics, marriages, schools, work or kids for another five months. I can only talk to Pops about such things. He listens...well, I think he's listening. I guess the jury is still out on that one. Now that I think about it, it's probably a good thing no one is listening.
I'm not anywhere near being perfect and despite some really long days or really tough circumstances a positive attitude can make things more bearable. I firmly believe also that if I, as the mother, can be positive and find blessings amongst trials it will teach my boys to do the same. They can learn that happiness is a choice no matter what is going around you. I could say more but enough about that.
On another note: Our number one rule in the family used to be: "No yelling in the home." I have now made that the number two rule. Our new number one rule is: "No touching moms hair." They love to mess up my hair...but it's an official rule now and if broken they will see consequences. (It's great being the parent in this case. :))
Some days these pregnancy hormones take effect and make me very vocal about my opinion. Sometimes that's not so good. I've learned I can't talk about politics, marriages, schools, work or kids for another five months. I can only talk to Pops about such things. He listens...well, I think he's listening. I guess the jury is still out on that one. Now that I think about it, it's probably a good thing no one is listening.
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