Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I remember one beautiful summer day when I was five years old. My younger brother Kyle, who was three at the time, was a spunky, inquisitive, button-pushing, knob-pulling, Tonka truck-driving bundle of energy, who could always make you laugh just by pulling a funny face. On this day, however, his spunky little face-pulling self happened to be missing. I don’t remember when, or how we noticed, I just remember that all of a sudden there was a frantic stomach-turning fear when we realized that he was gone. We couldn’t find him anywhere. Our house sat on about three and a half acres, and on those acres were a shop, a chicken coop, a barn, horse corral, two pastures, a large garden and yard, and the canal. The canal was a near constant worry for my parents for many years, and on that day it was a significant concern looming in front of all of us. The canal ran along the back of our property, and Mom and Dad always worried about us falling in and not being able to climb out of the steep bank.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Um...Andy wanted me to take a picture of the masterpiece. I told him that for Mother's Day, I'd really like a trifle dish...he told me that's not entirely "legal". What does that mean?
Yummy... I love trifle.
And I just thought the kids were so cute. I had come around the corner, and all four were sitting in the living room eating Peeps and getting ready to play a game that the Easter Bunny had left for them. And as always...Matthew is right in the middle of things. But by now, someone has found him some pants to wear, so he's in his church sweater and jogging pants. Nice.
It was a great Easter day. We had some friends come over for dinner, and were so glad to have some help eating all of the yummy food. (I seem to have a difficult time with small portion sizes.)
The talks given in church were so good, as well as the Relief Society lesson. (Thanks Mayfield Ward!) And after we said good-bye to guests, we were able to visit with family on the phone, put the kids to bed, and then Andy and I read a chapter out of President Monson's book, "Pathways to Perfection". The entire chapter was about the miracle of Christ's resurrection, and how we will be reunited with our loved ones again...that death is not final. It just seemed like a perfect ending to a great Easter Sunday.
Andy woke up and said, "Well sweetheart, what do you need to get done today?" I thought about it for a minute (thinking of a million things that needed to be done, picking and choosing what I had time for, motivation for, etc.) and said, "oh, I have a lot of baking to do...I need to make the angel food cake for trifle, mix up the puddings, get the potatoes mixed together and ready to bake tomorrow, make the salads, and bake rolls." "Hmmm...okay, that sounds like a lot." (or something of that sort was Andy's reply.)
But before I get started on the kitchen stuff, I realize that I also have a mound of laundry to do, so I go downstairs to sort laundry and get a load going. (You know, multi-tasking.) The next thing I know, he has a power saw, yes a SAW in the kitchen. Not only a saw, but his tool box, and other miscellaneous power tool items. Before I can say anything, he has the microwave uninstalled, the oven covered with a sheet, and is in the process of sawing out the upper cupboards. I'm just standing there speechless. What do you say? Seriously...WHAT do you say??? How does this remotely help me in the Easter baking/preparation process I'd like to know??? At this point, I zip my lips and begin counting. One...two...three...four...five...six...seven....well, you get the picture. It took a lot of numbers for my heart rate to calm itself.
Well, to make a very long story short...by 2:00 a.m., Andy had moved the stove to where the fridge used to be, installed the microwave above the dishwasher, taken out the cupboards above where the microwave and oven used to be and put our fridge in that corner along with the spice cupboard. He had moved a gas line, AND a water line. (We had talked about doing this procedure for a while...but I thought we would wait until his spring break...guess not.)
Meanwhile, I had cleaned up behind him. (Lots and lots of debris.) Finished the laundry, cleaned the house with the kids help, given all four kids baths/showers...laid out Sunday clothes...fixed a lunch (this takes talent when the kitchen is non-existent)...and believe it or not, we even decorated eggs. The egg decorating didn't happen until 8:30 at night...but hey, it got done.
The baking? Well, I started the cake at 10:00, pudding layers all ready to put together the next day, I mixed up the potatoes to bake the next day, but when it came time to do rolls? Nope. That's where' I drew the line. Thank goodness for Pillsbury refrigerator rolls...that's all I have to say. :)
Here are some pictures of the kids' egg decorating fun.
Friday, March 21, 2008
To celebrate this blessed day, I decided to pull out a project that I purchased last year but then never did get started on. I had Matthew the week after I bought it, and then I just didn't feel like painting an Easter craft during fall...or winter...but now that it's SPRING, I started and finished it all in one day! I love tole painting, and think this little guy turned out pretty good. You can't see the details very well in the picture, but I added some pink tulle underneath the bunny to give it some depth...and a little bit of leaf green fabric to balance out all of that fluffy pinkness! Happy Spring everyone!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
It’s days like these that make me realize a few things.
One: When Mom doesn’t have a voice, the kids also decide that mom’s eyes, ears, and brain are also dysfunctional, and therefore it is an “anarchy day” to do as you like as fast as you can.
Two: When Mom doesn’t have a voice, Zippy the cat thinks he rules the roost. Well, secretly, Mom thinks he ALWAYS thinks that, but on days when she can’t yell at him to “get down,” “I’m not playing now, Zippy!”, and “Zippy leave the goldfish alone!” he just simply turns a deaf ear to her miming techniques and does as his feline brain sees fit.
Three: When Mom doesn’t have a voice, the phone doesn’t have to be answered. See? Losing your voice isn’t always a bad thing. No, the phone can ring all day if it feels like it, and Mom can just sit and smile at it, knowing that she's not neglecting any duty, she's not shirking responsibilities, and she's not cowarding away from the “do you think you could help with….” phone calls that always find their way through any calling filter system. No, she doesn't even have to answer messages because she simply cannot talk.
Four: When Mom doesn’t have a voice, she doesn’t have to make telephone calls. Nope. The Young Women will wait, Recognition/Broadcast Night will wait, the school will wait, the appointments will wait, the visiting teaching will wait, the bills will even wait, Idaho will wait, everything... Will. Just. Wait.
Five: When Mom doesn’t have a voice, she has a temporary vacation from those inquisitive, bizarre, and sometimes unanswerable questions that come from her three talking children. Questions like, “Mom? When the Sun comes around the corner of the N. Pole, how long does it take for it to hit Cleveland?” “Mom? Why is daddy always putting crowns on people’s teeth? You have a few crowns. Did your dentist give you your crowns? Why are your crowns so big? Do they fit in your mouth?” “Mom? If Heavenly Father created the dinosaurs, and He loves everything that He creates, why did He let them die?” or, “Mom? If you’re so happy, then why are your eyebrows coming down and making lines in your head?”
Hmm. No, she gets a vacation from all of that. She simply has to shrug her shoulders, point to her throat, and smile sweetly. Not bad.
Sometimes, it takes a small thing like us losing our voice to compel us to quiet down and realize what all the voices around us are saying. It takes a small thing like us losing our voice to help us realize which questions should be answered, which phone calls should be made, and what directions should be given to those around us…a small thing…but very profound.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
We had a lot of fun on his poster. I let him use my stencils, his new markers, and I even let him use the rubber cement instead of glue sticks. (I think that was his favorite part...being upgraded from glue stick duty) He was pretty proud of it, and rightly so, when he was finished.
The night before he was to hand it in, he was having a difficult time going to sleep, so around 11:00 Andy and I got him back out of bed to let him run through it a couple more times with us. He did a great job, and those last few practice runs seemed to do the trick because he was finally able to fall asleep.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
But he looks so handsome with his new "do"!
And he's right back to his "old self" being silly and everything so we don't think that the clippers traumatized him too badly.
Here is a video for your viewing pleasure...
Friday, March 14, 2008
And...a dinosaur for Taylor, who is currently reading a book entitled "Megalosaurus." Go figure.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
He has been such a fun baby, right from the start. He came into the world weighing more than double the size of our little 4 lb Brooklynn, weighing 8 lbs, 6 oz and measuring 21 1/2 inches long. Yes. He was a "healthy" baby! In the hospital, he was very content to stay right in the room with Mama...and he didn't want anyone else to touch him. No Way. He made his point clear right from the beginning whose babe he was.
Just when Mommy thought she couldn't take anymore sleepless nights, Matthew did two very smart things. The first, he said "Mama" very clearly, and continued to say it as he goobered her with baby kisses. And second, he started sleeping through the night. What a brilliant child. At around 6 months he further displayed his genius by very clearly saying "dada" during a middle of the night crisis. What a sweetheart. Mommy was able to wake up Daddy and say, "Sorry dear, he's calling for you," and then peacefully roll over. ahhh......
He loves food (could you tell?) and his favorites are (in order of when they were presented to him) peaches, pears, carrots, then he graduated to other foods and this is what he loves now. Oranges, bananas, mac-n-cheese WITH hot dogs (gotta have the hot dogs), homemade bread, and....(drum roll)....POTATOES. Matthew loves his taters.
He is also a bit of a tank. Size does not intimidate Matthew. If anyone is on the ground, he will run to them at full speed and push them over. If he bounces off at the first try, he will keep pushing until they are laughing so hard that they collapse over. Taylor doesn't last 5 seconds with Matthew.
And even though he has his own toys...his favorite toy to carry around the house is Taylor's light saber. He is a cute little "youngling" and we do think that he will make a good Jedi Knight someday.
Lastly, at his one year checkup, he weighed in at 22 lbs, 11.5 oz., and he is..... 32 1/4 inches tall. He is nearly as tall as I was when I was three years old. Wow. I was such a little midget. He definitely takes after Andy for size. Oh, and out of all our children, I think he looks like Andy the most...
It is so interesting the way different types of weather bring out the best, or worst, or the strangest parts of people. Snow is a wonderful way to bring out the quirkiness (is that a word?) of people...and we thoroughly enjoyed our being snowed in here in Cleveland.
Unlike our old neighborhood in Idaho, where at the least hint of snow the neighbors would be out with their huge tractors with full plows, ready to play and wreak havoc with gutters and sidewalks, here in our little Cleveland Heights neighborhood...people tend to go at it a little differently. Sure, you get the occasional snowblower, the occasional pickup truck with a little plow in the front with a driver who couldn't make a straight shot into a driveway if it was 200 feet wide with yellow flags lining the edges, and you know? You even get a few people who just go out and grit their teeth and use a ..... what is that?? A SNOW SHOVEL!!! Whoa!
But...this video is dedicated to those of us who think outside the box...who put a little imagination into the everyday...who...if nothing else...provide some great entertainment for the neighbors on a day when there's nothing much else to do but gawk out the window at everyone else. House number 3809? This is for you....
Just a sidenote: After the gawking...we really did go out and help...
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Oh the memories a picture can bring. Thanks for bearing with me folks. :)
Monday, March 3, 2008
Now I'm a MOM. Get real. Yes, I still do some shopping, and yes, I still enjoy it, and yes, I still have style. But. Most of the time...."shopping" really means "errands"....
Today I had a very light load. This is what I bought.
-posterboard for Tay's dinosaur report
-markers for Tay's dinosaur report
-ruler for Tay's math/design projects
-erasers for Rachel
-pencils for Rachel
-new puzzle for Brooklynn
-sippy cups for Matthew
-a toy that has knobs, buttons, levers, (boy things) for Matthew's birthday
-mechanical pencils for Andy
-pens for Andy
-new sunglasses for ME because once again my sunglasses have been dropped/lost/broken/torn apart/drowned in ocean/dropped off cliff/smashed by bike/sat on by dear husband/accidentally tossed out car window/flown off while waterskiing/stolen.
I don't have much luck with sunglasses.