Henry likes to wake up at 5 am, then fall asleep an hour later while eating cereal and watching Yo Gabba Gabba. It is a very unfortunate schedule for his parents.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Case study of a sleep disorder
Henry likes to wake up at 5 am, then fall asleep an hour later while eating cereal and watching Yo Gabba Gabba. It is a very unfortunate schedule for his parents.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Anniversary/ birthday weekend
Last Saturday was our 6th wedding anniversary! I can't believe it's been 6 years already!
We had planned on leaving Friday morning for Lake Tahoe and coming back Saturday evening, but MaryEllen decided to get sick, derailing our day a bit. She woke up on friday throwing up, and as the day progressed she started to have diahrrea attacks, also. The sad part was that she was so weak she could barely pull herself out of bed, resulting in lots of panty changes. I was so worried, I told Brian we'd better cancel the hotel room. At that point we found out we were too late to cancel and we would be paying the $170 whether we went or not! My mother the saint agreed to come and stay at our virus ridden house with the kids, and we reluctantly left. Although I was worried about MaryEllen, we ended up having a great time. The hotel we stayed at was awesome, it was bigger than our first apartment, with a full kitchen, huge bath and even a 2 person jetted tub! Brian forced me to get a massage at the spa on Saturday morning and it was AMAZING. I have never had a professionel massage before, and I always thought I would be uncomfortable, but that was not the case! I have never felt so relaxed in my life. We then went to harvey's and gambled away our allotted $5 each on the slots. (gambling is stupid.)
We came back on Saturday evening to a little skeletal version of MaryEllen. She had thrown up into the night and fell asleep as my dad and brother gave her a blessing. She woke up feeling better, but it took her a full two days to truly recover! She lost 4 1/2 lbs. That's 15% of her total body weight! We are so glad that she is better, and none of us got sick, which leads me to believe it was something she ate. (A peanut cookie from Target the night before is the only thing I can think of as the culprit, but I don't know.)
Sunday we celebrated my birthday with my family, and then Monday with Brian's family, and Tuesday (my actual birthday) we saw Up. A pretty fun long weekend overall, but I'm hoping for a little less throwup (and a lot less worry) next year!
My Hubby in our hotel kitchen.
Living/ dining room
The awesome tub! I must own one someday!
My wonderful husband!
My Birthday ice cream cake from ColdStone. (yes, those are chunks of cookie dough on top!)
We had planned on leaving Friday morning for Lake Tahoe and coming back Saturday evening, but MaryEllen decided to get sick, derailing our day a bit. She woke up on friday throwing up, and as the day progressed she started to have diahrrea attacks, also. The sad part was that she was so weak she could barely pull herself out of bed, resulting in lots of panty changes. I was so worried, I told Brian we'd better cancel the hotel room. At that point we found out we were too late to cancel and we would be paying the $170 whether we went or not! My mother the saint agreed to come and stay at our virus ridden house with the kids, and we reluctantly left. Although I was worried about MaryEllen, we ended up having a great time. The hotel we stayed at was awesome, it was bigger than our first apartment, with a full kitchen, huge bath and even a 2 person jetted tub! Brian forced me to get a massage at the spa on Saturday morning and it was AMAZING. I have never had a professionel massage before, and I always thought I would be uncomfortable, but that was not the case! I have never felt so relaxed in my life. We then went to harvey's and gambled away our allotted $5 each on the slots. (gambling is stupid.)
We came back on Saturday evening to a little skeletal version of MaryEllen. She had thrown up into the night and fell asleep as my dad and brother gave her a blessing. She woke up feeling better, but it took her a full two days to truly recover! She lost 4 1/2 lbs. That's 15% of her total body weight! We are so glad that she is better, and none of us got sick, which leads me to believe it was something she ate. (A peanut cookie from Target the night before is the only thing I can think of as the culprit, but I don't know.)
Sunday we celebrated my birthday with my family, and then Monday with Brian's family, and Tuesday (my actual birthday) we saw Up. A pretty fun long weekend overall, but I'm hoping for a little less throwup (and a lot less worry) next year!
My Hubby in our hotel kitchen.
Living/ dining room
The awesome tub! I must own one someday!
My wonderful husband!
My Birthday ice cream cake from ColdStone. (yes, those are chunks of cookie dough on top!)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Up!!!
MaryEllen took me to see Up for my birthday! It was just the two of us at a late night showing; so much fun!!!
The movie was adorable, and very touching. At one point I was crying pretty openly, and MaryEllen reached over and touched my arm and said, "It's okay mommy. Everything will be okay." What a cute girl! Anyway, we both gave the movie 2 thumbs way up. Great humor and visuals for the kids, and great plot and character development for the grown ups.
The movie was adorable, and very touching. At one point I was crying pretty openly, and MaryEllen reached over and touched my arm and said, "It's okay mommy. Everything will be okay." What a cute girl! Anyway, we both gave the movie 2 thumbs way up. Great humor and visuals for the kids, and great plot and character development for the grown ups.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Henry's passion
Henry has had one thing on his mind for the last month or so... B-BALL!!!! That's baseball to everyone else. He has a killer fast ball and he can swing like a pro! And to top it all off he's a lefty! Here is some video that you'll be seeing on ESPN 20 years from now when he is drafted into the majors. (Is there a draft in MLB? I'm such a girl, I have no idea how that works.) Sorry for the poor quality, and for my dirty garage!
Friday, May 15, 2009
Backgrounds
Just so everyone knows, i'm letting my kids switch off picking my backgrounds. Henry picked the baseball last week, this new one is MaryEllen's.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I must vent!!!
(I realize after having written this that it is a bit long, and a bit negative, but I don't regret it!)
Okay, something happened about a week ago that I can't let go!!! I have got to rage about it for a bit!
I was at Target (my home away from home) with all three kids. We had just gotten new sofas delivered and, in order to keep them clean, decided to get bean bag chairs for the kids to sit on. I started out in control, with Emmett in the cart up front, Henry in the back, and MaryEllen walking alongside. However, once we picked up the bean bag chairs, they had to go in the cart, which meant that Henry (aka the light complexioned Speedy Gonzales) was free to roam on his own. At one point he started running and MaryEllen, attempting to help, started chasing him down the main drag by the registers, with me trailing behind, yelling at them both to stop. It was then that I first noticed Her. A tiny, perfect 20 something in a yellow spandex Livestrong top and short running shorts. She had just entered the store as I was catching up to the kids and when she saw me struggling to pick up Henry as he kicked and screamed, she gave me a look of shock and disgust. The look said,"What is this woman thinking going out in public?! If she insists on having a herd of children she should know better than to attempt living a normal life! Cage up this unfit mother!!!" (At least, that was how I interpreted it.)
I already knew I was going to have to pay and leave, and once I regained some sense of control over Henry I started heading to the register. That's when it hit me. The stench of a diaper filled with apple- slice induced diahrrea. I knew if I didn't change him right then, I would be dealing with diaper rash and a grumpy kid all night. I made my way to the restroom knowing I would have to take the cart in, and also knowing that this particular Target has a very poor restroom layout. I struggled, but ultimately succeeded in getting the cart around the impossibly tight corner and into the door, then realized that with the changing table folded down, there was no good place to leave the cart. I would either have to leave it blocking the entry, two stalls, two sinks, or a hand dryer. I picked the dryer, but after sticking the cart near it, it began roaring like a jet engine, and woke Emmett up. He began screaming and I moved him over in front of the stalls, figuring there was no one in the bathroom anyway, and set to work on cleaning up Henry.
It was a bigger job than I had anticipated, and Emmett wasn't getting any happier. MaryEllen (once again trying to be helpful) started pushing the cart back and forth to try to soothe him, but when that didn't work she abandoned the cart in the entryway and started into a very loud song and dance routine in the middle of the floor. This is when Miss Livestrong walked in.
I understand how she could have been overwhelmed upon entering. With three kids making a lot of noise in an echoing bathroom, the entryway partially blocked, and the smell of diahrrea thick, I would have been overwhelmed also. It was her reaction that I don't understand. I was already apologizing as I tried to reach the cart to move it, but in order to do that, I would have to leave Henry, still not entirely wiped and very wiggly on the changing table. She just stood there, a wide eyed glare of fury on her face. Rather than trying to move the cart on her own, or trying to squeeze past it, which given her size would have been entirely possible, she just stood there. I finally recovered from my own shock enough to get MaryEllen's attention so she could move the cart, and once the lady was free to pass she continued into a stall, but I swear she didn't take her eyes off me once! She just stared at me with awe and disgust. As though I was some poor creature she should have taken pity on, but she just couldn't conjure it up.
I tried to let it go, but I knew immediately that I should have said something. I knew because I already had a running dialogue in my head of what I should have said, and that dialogue continued all night long. Why did she hate me? Was it children in general she didn't like, or were mine particularly abhorrent to her? I wanted to know so badly I even wandered up front near the registers for a few minutes longer hoping I would run into her. But alas, my questions went unanswered.
I have tried all week to put myself in her place, to try and see through her eyes and figure out how I would react. Would I have been as rude if I didn't understand the struggles af a mom with three kids? Perhaps she simply didn't know how to react, never having been in that position, and this was her default face. I came to the conclusion that I would not have done anything remotely close to what she did. Even before I had children, I had some sense of motherhood, and I know that if I was her I would have helped. How could she stand there, seeing me struggle, and NOT want to help. Did she know that I already felt guily and embarrassed, and that her glares and lack of speech only intensified that to the brink of me feeling actual shame for being a mother?
I know that I will probably never see this woman again. But if she is a blogger, and she ever happens to come across this, I want her to know one thing. I will never forget the way you made me feel, Miss Livestrong. Perhaps that was your intention, but you should never feel a bit of pride in that. It is women like you who are tearing down the institution of Motherhood every day, and our society will pay the price for that. You may think I am overreacting, but for evey mother out there who has ever struggled, and for every woman out there who has helped, the effect is overwhelming and validating. You could have been a part of that Miss Livestrong, and I take pity on YOU for missing out on it.
Okay, something happened about a week ago that I can't let go!!! I have got to rage about it for a bit!
I was at Target (my home away from home) with all three kids. We had just gotten new sofas delivered and, in order to keep them clean, decided to get bean bag chairs for the kids to sit on. I started out in control, with Emmett in the cart up front, Henry in the back, and MaryEllen walking alongside. However, once we picked up the bean bag chairs, they had to go in the cart, which meant that Henry (aka the light complexioned Speedy Gonzales) was free to roam on his own. At one point he started running and MaryEllen, attempting to help, started chasing him down the main drag by the registers, with me trailing behind, yelling at them both to stop. It was then that I first noticed Her. A tiny, perfect 20 something in a yellow spandex Livestrong top and short running shorts. She had just entered the store as I was catching up to the kids and when she saw me struggling to pick up Henry as he kicked and screamed, she gave me a look of shock and disgust. The look said,"What is this woman thinking going out in public?! If she insists on having a herd of children she should know better than to attempt living a normal life! Cage up this unfit mother!!!" (At least, that was how I interpreted it.)
I already knew I was going to have to pay and leave, and once I regained some sense of control over Henry I started heading to the register. That's when it hit me. The stench of a diaper filled with apple- slice induced diahrrea. I knew if I didn't change him right then, I would be dealing with diaper rash and a grumpy kid all night. I made my way to the restroom knowing I would have to take the cart in, and also knowing that this particular Target has a very poor restroom layout. I struggled, but ultimately succeeded in getting the cart around the impossibly tight corner and into the door, then realized that with the changing table folded down, there was no good place to leave the cart. I would either have to leave it blocking the entry, two stalls, two sinks, or a hand dryer. I picked the dryer, but after sticking the cart near it, it began roaring like a jet engine, and woke Emmett up. He began screaming and I moved him over in front of the stalls, figuring there was no one in the bathroom anyway, and set to work on cleaning up Henry.
It was a bigger job than I had anticipated, and Emmett wasn't getting any happier. MaryEllen (once again trying to be helpful) started pushing the cart back and forth to try to soothe him, but when that didn't work she abandoned the cart in the entryway and started into a very loud song and dance routine in the middle of the floor. This is when Miss Livestrong walked in.
I understand how she could have been overwhelmed upon entering. With three kids making a lot of noise in an echoing bathroom, the entryway partially blocked, and the smell of diahrrea thick, I would have been overwhelmed also. It was her reaction that I don't understand. I was already apologizing as I tried to reach the cart to move it, but in order to do that, I would have to leave Henry, still not entirely wiped and very wiggly on the changing table. She just stood there, a wide eyed glare of fury on her face. Rather than trying to move the cart on her own, or trying to squeeze past it, which given her size would have been entirely possible, she just stood there. I finally recovered from my own shock enough to get MaryEllen's attention so she could move the cart, and once the lady was free to pass she continued into a stall, but I swear she didn't take her eyes off me once! She just stared at me with awe and disgust. As though I was some poor creature she should have taken pity on, but she just couldn't conjure it up.
I tried to let it go, but I knew immediately that I should have said something. I knew because I already had a running dialogue in my head of what I should have said, and that dialogue continued all night long. Why did she hate me? Was it children in general she didn't like, or were mine particularly abhorrent to her? I wanted to know so badly I even wandered up front near the registers for a few minutes longer hoping I would run into her. But alas, my questions went unanswered.
I have tried all week to put myself in her place, to try and see through her eyes and figure out how I would react. Would I have been as rude if I didn't understand the struggles af a mom with three kids? Perhaps she simply didn't know how to react, never having been in that position, and this was her default face. I came to the conclusion that I would not have done anything remotely close to what she did. Even before I had children, I had some sense of motherhood, and I know that if I was her I would have helped. How could she stand there, seeing me struggle, and NOT want to help. Did she know that I already felt guily and embarrassed, and that her glares and lack of speech only intensified that to the brink of me feeling actual shame for being a mother?
I know that I will probably never see this woman again. But if she is a blogger, and she ever happens to come across this, I want her to know one thing. I will never forget the way you made me feel, Miss Livestrong. Perhaps that was your intention, but you should never feel a bit of pride in that. It is women like you who are tearing down the institution of Motherhood every day, and our society will pay the price for that. You may think I am overreacting, but for evey mother out there who has ever struggled, and for every woman out there who has helped, the effect is overwhelming and validating. You could have been a part of that Miss Livestrong, and I take pity on YOU for missing out on it.
Monday, May 4, 2009
A blessed boy!
We had Emmett blessed yesterday during Sacrament meeting and it was such a lovely blessing! I am always amazed at how eloquent and sweet Brian is when blessing our children. (I know it has something to do with the priesthood and all, but I would totally breakdown if I had to do it!!) Most of our family was able to attend and we were so happy to have them all.
Our big family
Our little family
The boy in his blessing outfit
Our cuties!!!
Our big family
Our little family
The boy in his blessing outfit
Our cuties!!!
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