Sunday, January 24, 2010
You're gonna miss this
Ty got home in the afternoon. Even though he shoveled before he left, he had to shovel two more times that night. He also helped me clean. Jacki didn't want to have a nap and had to be coddled (she had to sleep in mom's bed and I had to lie down with her, which I was more than willing to do- yeah for nap time. None of those things worked, so when Ty came home, he made her go to her room to sleep. Wes woke up right about that time and wanted to come in the kitchen with me. I tried to barricade him out with chairs, but he made it in and slipped on the wet floor that I was washing. Then, I tipped my bucket and spilled water everywhere. He came in again and slipped, so he had to be caged in his crib for a while so I could finish. He got the most hysterical he's ever been. As soon as I finished, I got him out, and he wanted to be held, so it was hard to get anything done.
Then, Jacki woke up and wanted to go to grandmas, and I wanted them to go to grandmas. Ty went into Jackster's room to figure out why it stunk so bad and found two diapers she had stashed. He made her throw them away, and she brought them down to the kitchen and filled the room with the smell of urine. I made her trudge right out to the garbage can with her boots on and tried to keep from gagging. As I took them over, the country song, "You're gonna miss this" came on the radio. The words are coming from someone older with kids raised to someone raising kids. The young parent is glad to get through each stage, and the older parent says, "You're gonna miss this. You're gonna want this back. You're gonna wish this time didn't go by so fast." My friend that has five young children said she hates it when people tell her to enjoy the time while they are young because it goes by fast because it doesn't feel like it's going fast some days. I can relate. Some days feel so slow, but I totally trust the wiser ones that have been through this, so I was thinking about the things I'm going to miss. I'm going to miss watching Jacki learn how to do things like talk. The other day she said to me, "Don't eat with your mouth full." I'm going to miss Wes laughing hysterically whenever I do a coughing sound at him (hard to explain.) He thinks it's so funny. I'm going to miss seeing the kids play with their daddy. They light up around him and are so excited to see him. I'm gonna miss Jacki coming in to my room to give me a hug and a kiss and tell me her bed is too hard. I'm gonna miss hearing Wesley babble and play in his crib. I'm gonna miss Jacki's honesty, "I see a bum. I see a belly poking out (both said to me.) So, ya when I think about it, there is a lot I'm going to miss....but not the stashed diapers or tantrums!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Klondike
Water mustache
Wes. He had his measuring tape that he would flip out towards Wes. Our lil guy loved it when it was close enough that he could touch it, and he laughed. Lowe's has drinking fountains. Jacki went over there a couple of times. She told me she couldn't drink anymore because she was going to get a water mustache. We drink a lot of orange drink at our house, and if Jacki doesn't use a straw, she ends up with an orange mustache, so she figured that she was going to get a water mustache.
Our family adventure also took us to Hastings. I promised Jacki that she could get a new strawberry shortcake movie if she had a nap and picked everything off the floor so I could vacuum (anything to avoid bending over.) She was so excited. She liked that store and all the candy toys. We had to keep telling her to come with us. Come to think of it, she ran away at Lowe's too, and one of the workers told Ty which way she went.
We ended our night out with a pizza to go from Pizzeria. It was bbq chicken. They put a little fresh parsley on it, and Jacki said, "Yuck, there is salad on my pizza." (She's not a fan of salad, and we like to tease her about that.)
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Missing Dad
My friend Pauline gave me an amaryllis bulb to watch grow. It just bloomed this week. On wikipedia, the amaryllis is described as follows:
"The botanic name Amaryllis is taken from a shepherdess in Virgil's pastoral "Eclogues," from the Greek ἀμαρύσσω (Latin amarysso) meaning "to sparkle."[4]
As a flower symbol it has come to mean "Dramatic"."
Pauline gave the flower to me to remind me of my dad and grandpa who have passed away. Then, I read my friend Edythe's blog about her memories of her dad and listened to music on it called Daddy's girl, and I teared up yesterday and hope that I have a couple of guardian angels that are helping me from paradise. I am a lot like my dad. Grandpa was my mentor. I spent a lot of time with him the last year or so of his life, and he adored my little girl and loved our visits. I'm really glad that I've had these reminders of these two important people in my life. I had a brain hiccup, but I just remembered where I was going with this and came back to finish this post. I know that they are a part of who I am-- just like all other friends and relatives that have impacted me. Elder Anderson gave a recent fireside. He said, "Just as our life began before our birth into mortality, our life does not end with the stopping of a heartbeat. We will continue on. Who you are—you, the distinct individual—you will always be you. Some may say, “I don’t like myself.” Sorry. You can shape who you become, you can be more than you are today, but you will always be you." I know that my dad and grandpa are continuing on and have thought about my life and what I need to do in life as the "distinct person" that I am. I love the general authorities way of encouraging us to all "sparkle" like the amaryllis no matter where we are or how the world sees us. I think it's so important to teach our kids that they are special. Already, my three year old says things like, "I can't do that good enough, etc." I help her as much as I need to and then let her shine. There is nothing like the glow that comes through her face as she says, "I did it." Ty has done this for me. I told him that he has always treated me like a 10 cow wife (jonny lingo). He doesn't care about mistakes. He openly admits to the ones he makes and moves on. I hope that our kids are able to cope with life like Ty does and realize how great they are.
Enjoying life without letting the policeman run us over
On a different note, I felt like I needed to quit my job at the end of October for a lot of reasons that I won't go into. I have really tried to enjoy being home with the kids, but I admit that there are times that I miss work. Whenever I hear stay at home moms say that they love every minute and there is nothing they'd rather be doing, I wonder what's wrong with me. Last night for example, Jacki and I were making dinner- potato logs, and I told her she could do the shaking after I finished cutting up the potatoes. When I was ready, I yelled to her, and she didn't answer me. I went up to find her. She was in her bathroom with poop all over her and in her pants. I dropped everything to clean up the mess and give her a bath. We had a talk about not messing her pants.
After dinner, we were hanging out on my bed getting ready for scriptures, and I smelled poop. I didn't know if I was just imagining it, but it wouldn't go away. Ty came in and told Jacki she stunk and had to go take care of it. It turns out she had pooped her pants again....de ja vu....So, like I said it was one of those moments when I wasn't loving being at home. I talked to Ty about it, and he said that there are plenty of times that he would take poop and doing dishes over what he has to do, and I realized once again that there is poop that we all have to deal with (literal and figuratively.) I know that work isn't a fairytale either. I've been there, but this last time that I did work I tried to really appreciate the opportunity, even though I didn't love everything about it. I've realized that those people that say they love their jobs (stay at home mom, career, whatever it may be.) don't love the crap, but they don't let it ruin everything else that they do love. I won't ever love changing poopy diapers.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
No hope for good education
Well, yesterday I started calling preschools. My baby girl wants to go, and I think it would be good for her. I thought that I was calling in plenty of time (they don't start until fall.) Well, the first one I called said that she would put me on her waiting list. In a couple of weeks I would get an email either saying it was full, or saying there was room. The next one told me that her 4 year old class pretty much fills up automatically because she has a three year old class that just moves up. She did think she has at least child changing schools and one opening. My mother in law referred me to her. She actually taught my husband. When she found that out, she said she would move us to the top of the list. So maybe I haven't ruined Jacki's chance for a good education after all ....hahahaha.
I'm going to press the button
At our house the coveted task is to press the garage button. If we want to light a fire under Jacki to get her out of the car fast and into the house, we say, "I'm going to press the button." Wes has caught on to and wants the be the one to press it. He has enough motor control now and is strong enough to do it. Yesterday when Ty came home from work he came in and said, "I pressed the button," (just to rile up Jacki.) It worked. She said, "aaaahhhhh."