I feel my dad when I hear this song and the easy, gentle way he has of pointing out how blessed I am to have the opportunities and experiences I'm having with my children.
I have two areas of focus this year. First, to be grateful. Second, to be present. This song is a wonderful reminder to be present and not miss the moments that are happening right now.
It's also for Jackie, and any other parent who wonders sometimes just how long these moments are going to last. Enjoy!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Things I've learned about kids and transportation.
* Seneca loves the bathtub. She splashes so much that I really wouldn't be any wetter if I just got in there with her. Seriously, it requires a change of clothes when I'm done bathing her.
* Cooper knows the months of the year. I think he has for some time, but I just learned this this week. All due to Janna and a song at preschool!
* Beckham benefits from having music on around him. A dear friend helped me realize this. No wonder music has been on my mind lately! So glad to have someone help me make that connection.
* Beckham also loves Cooper. He gets the most smiles.
* Gassiness is directly related to reflux in Beckham's case. Sure would have been nice to know that a month ago!
* Seneca loves Beckham. She will make any effort possible to be where he is. She made her way up the stairs, down the hall and stopped at Beckham's door where she could hear him crying. Then she started crying. Kindred spirits?
* Denten and I have a good balance going. On the frequent occasion that I am overthinking something, he's able to see it in a much simpler way. On the rare occasion his mind is working overtime, I have the ability to see the bigger picture.
* (This one's for Deirdre who thinks my relationship with my cars is sooo strange) Dutch thinks he is smarter than me. When it's raining, he will automatically turn his windshield wipers on for me, which I appreciate, but this week he got the wrong impression that the windshield was dirty and started spraying wiper fluid all over and cleaning it. Not necessary, Dutch. We have lots of construction going on around us and as I hit a bump, Dutch took it to mean that we were on "rough terrain" and put his extra stabilizing censors to work for me. Kind, but again, not necessary. It's strange having a car that has a mind of his own.
* I have been thinking a lot about Alicia this week. She is galavanting in Europe and I hope she is having the time of her life.
* I love my double stroller. Some say they're not necessary, and mine is admittedly enormous, but it is incredibly convenient and smooth and easy to use. And it will hold three... a plus when the third one gets tired! It was one of those decisions I spent way too much time making, but so glad we made the right one.
* Cooper knows the months of the year. I think he has for some time, but I just learned this this week. All due to Janna and a song at preschool!
* Beckham benefits from having music on around him. A dear friend helped me realize this. No wonder music has been on my mind lately! So glad to have someone help me make that connection.
* Beckham also loves Cooper. He gets the most smiles.
* Gassiness is directly related to reflux in Beckham's case. Sure would have been nice to know that a month ago!
* Seneca loves Beckham. She will make any effort possible to be where he is. She made her way up the stairs, down the hall and stopped at Beckham's door where she could hear him crying. Then she started crying. Kindred spirits?
* Denten and I have a good balance going. On the frequent occasion that I am overthinking something, he's able to see it in a much simpler way. On the rare occasion his mind is working overtime, I have the ability to see the bigger picture.
* (This one's for Deirdre who thinks my relationship with my cars is sooo strange) Dutch thinks he is smarter than me. When it's raining, he will automatically turn his windshield wipers on for me, which I appreciate, but this week he got the wrong impression that the windshield was dirty and started spraying wiper fluid all over and cleaning it. Not necessary, Dutch. We have lots of construction going on around us and as I hit a bump, Dutch took it to mean that we were on "rough terrain" and put his extra stabilizing censors to work for me. Kind, but again, not necessary. It's strange having a car that has a mind of his own.
* I have been thinking a lot about Alicia this week. She is galavanting in Europe and I hope she is having the time of her life.
* I love my double stroller. Some say they're not necessary, and mine is admittedly enormous, but it is incredibly convenient and smooth and easy to use. And it will hold three... a plus when the third one gets tired! It was one of those decisions I spent way too much time making, but so glad we made the right one.
Monday, March 24, 2008
My thoughts: Music
I have come across an amazing song recently (thanks to Patria) and wanted to share it. It was really powerful to me on many levels. I had thoughts related to being a mother raising children in this unpredictable world as well as thoughts of being a child of God and knowing that whatever happens here, He's got me, always.
Music has always been a part of my life. It was very present in the home I grew up in and while I go through phases of being very connected to certain music and times when I don't need it as much, I have been touched by it quite a bit lately. I think a soundtrack completley sets the tone for a movie and it can drastically impact one's mood and demeanor. I have enjoyed a few select performances on Idol this season, namely "Let it Be" that Brooke sang and David Archuleta's performance of "Imagine." Dread guy Jason had a pretty powerful performance with "Hallelujah" as well. I also am able to feel the spirit very easily when the right music is around- yesterday we had an amazing rendition of "Oh Divine Redeemer" in church and when Lindsey nailed the high notes, I got chills.
There's a CD of LDS primary songs called "A Child's Prayer" that my Aunt Melanie sent us when we had Beckham- it is a collection of songs designed for bedtime and it is beautiful. We have it in the car and when things are crazy it calms everyone down and lifts the energy and spirit to a higher place. It has amazing arrangements of familiar songs, I highly recommend it!
I'm considering putting a playlist on my blog and I'd appreciate your opinion on that issue. Do you think music that automatically starts playing when you open a page is distracting, or do you like it?
Take just a minute and listen to this one- I hope you can enjoy it.
In My Arms, by Plumb
Sunday, March 23, 2008
A Calm Easter Morning
My house is silent. Both babies have been fed and put down for naps. Breakfast has been cleaned up, dinner is as done as it's going to get before church is over, the table is set, the house is clean and peaceful. Denten and Cooper are on their way to the airport, my hair is done and aside from slipping on my dress, I'm ready for church. Not your typical Easter morning with three little ones, but the Easter bunny is going to visit our house tomorrow morning and for now, I'm relishing in the quiet that surrounds me.
It was a wonderfully calm, productive weekend with my big boys away and as I have prepared for dinner guests yesterday and this morning, I realized how much Cooper has helped in the kitchen lately. I found myself missing him and doing tasks that he would have normally jumped at the chance to do. It's been fun to have him excited about cooking lately, makes it more fun for me.
On the other hand, I had a lot of quiet moments with my thoughts the past few days. I've been gently reminded how blessed I am to be living this life. This life full of wonderful past experiences that have brought me to now. This life, surrounded by people who need me and people I need. Surrounded by more comforts and luxuries to list and most importantly, this life full of endless possibilities as I look to the future. I am overwhelmed when I think of the opportunity my Father in Heaven has given me to participate in the lives of these children living in my home, the chance I have to teach, observe, care for and learn from them. I am completely grateful for the moments I'm having. And today, I am grateful for a Savior who made it possible for me to have these moments, and many more to come.
It was a wonderfully calm, productive weekend with my big boys away and as I have prepared for dinner guests yesterday and this morning, I realized how much Cooper has helped in the kitchen lately. I found myself missing him and doing tasks that he would have normally jumped at the chance to do. It's been fun to have him excited about cooking lately, makes it more fun for me.
On the other hand, I had a lot of quiet moments with my thoughts the past few days. I've been gently reminded how blessed I am to be living this life. This life full of wonderful past experiences that have brought me to now. This life, surrounded by people who need me and people I need. Surrounded by more comforts and luxuries to list and most importantly, this life full of endless possibilities as I look to the future. I am overwhelmed when I think of the opportunity my Father in Heaven has given me to participate in the lives of these children living in my home, the chance I have to teach, observe, care for and learn from them. I am completely grateful for the moments I'm having. And today, I am grateful for a Savior who made it possible for me to have these moments, and many more to come.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
The Amazing, Not-at-all Mundane, Super Spectacular Dinner Report!
Had to get your attention somehow. How else was I going to get you to read a post about dinner??
Crock Pot Tacos with Costco tortillas were a hit... everyone loved them, especially Seneca! That girl couldn't get enough black beans and corn! It made a ton and provided lots of leftovers.
Last night we had homemade chicken nuggets from Deceptively Delicious (we used a broccoli puree) and sweet potato fries, both of which sound like a fast food kids meal, but are quite healthy and fun for Cooper to make himself.
And tell me these aren't the cutest placemats you've ever seen... think of my kitchen... they match perfectly and are so darling! Katelyn and I found them when she was here at Anthropology. They had a few varieties..a little spendy, but honestly, what would be better in my kitchen?! Love them.
I've got a few down days as Denten and Cooper jet off to Kansas this afternoon to watch Uncle Drew play basketball.. gotta love March Madness! They'll arrive home Sunday at noon just in time for church and our super fun Easter dinner I'm gearing up for. Just me and the babes for a few days- lots of errands to run and projects to work on.. hope your weekend is just as fabulous!
Crock Pot Tacos with Costco tortillas were a hit... everyone loved them, especially Seneca! That girl couldn't get enough black beans and corn! It made a ton and provided lots of leftovers.
Last night we had homemade chicken nuggets from Deceptively Delicious (we used a broccoli puree) and sweet potato fries, both of which sound like a fast food kids meal, but are quite healthy and fun for Cooper to make himself.
And tell me these aren't the cutest placemats you've ever seen... think of my kitchen... they match perfectly and are so darling! Katelyn and I found them when she was here at Anthropology. They had a few varieties..a little spendy, but honestly, what would be better in my kitchen?! Love them.
I've got a few down days as Denten and Cooper jet off to Kansas this afternoon to watch Uncle Drew play basketball.. gotta love March Madness! They'll arrive home Sunday at noon just in time for church and our super fun Easter dinner I'm gearing up for. Just me and the babes for a few days- lots of errands to run and projects to work on.. hope your weekend is just as fabulous!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Beckham: 8 Weeks
I have been staring at the screen in front of me for a while trying to decide what to say about this little man. One word that comes to mind is "mystery." It all started that way with him, a mysterious, miraculous conception; one I probably will never understand the physical aspects of, but know it doesn't really matter. He obviously is supposed to be here with us. He came into the world a completely sweet, tiny little thing that I didn't want to be separated from.
I have a heavy heart as I think about Beckham, knowing that there is a mystery about him preventing him to fully enjoy his life here. We've tried so hard to help him be comfortable and ease his pain, yet something still remains. I think the things his little body has had to deal with are things he is slowly growing out of, but it's hard in the meantime to hear the squeals and watch him twist in pain. I had a conversation with my dad a while ago trying to understand that if I had faith enough, would my baby be healed and happy- was the reason my prayers weren't being answered in the way I hoped because my faith was not strong enough? He reminded me that this time is serving a purpose; perhaps to teach me empathy, perhaps it's one of the things Beckham agreed to go through before he came to earth, perhaps so I will completely appreciate the moments when he is peaceful and content and perhaps so he doesn't get lost in the shuffle around here. Whatever the reason, I have questioned my skills as a mother, simply wanting my child to be happy- I know that condition is not possible all the time, but there is a peace inside him that keeps getting run over. I have definately found patience the past few weeks that I have lacked. I don't get frustrated or anxious or uptight inside like I did before; it's easier for me to simply "be" with him and with the other two and know that while the answers don't always come quickly and easily, the blessing of this child is something I am completely grateful for.
While I'm not sure about the results of changing formulas or trying new medications, things are slowly improving as we have seen some smiles this last week. Beckham seems to reserve those for his brother, who loves to be the one to make him happy. Little Bex is also loved very dearly by his slightly older sister. She is very curious about him and will be as close to him as possible at all times. He's going to learn to be tough as she learns to be gentle! Enjoy the pics, they're not super photography work, but they do capture some of the expressions we see every day. I love you Beckham, and I know despite the mysteries we are still figuring out that you are supposed to be number three in this family and that you have a very special place here.
Getting back to myself
Warning: I've got a lot to say today.
I figure I've had eight weeks since the latest member of our family joined us, it's time to get this place, and myself, in order. I've been gearing up all week to start fresh today. I have a few improvements to make around here and this seemed like as good a time as any to implement them.
These are my "motivation frogs," so kindly sent to me by my father... yes, it was definately some kind of hint!
I figure I've had eight weeks since the latest member of our family joined us, it's time to get this place, and myself, in order. I've been gearing up all week to start fresh today. I have a few improvements to make around here and this seemed like as good a time as any to implement them.
These are my "motivation frogs," so kindly sent to me by my father... yes, it was definately some kind of hint!
1. I'll make this one brief as it's much more for me than any of you. I'm resolving to be a bit more faithful with the physical activities that are going to help me feel better that swimsuit season is just about here. Thanks to Jaime, I have a good routine that I can do here at home without having to find time or money for a gym. She was fantastic motivation for me to stay in shape while we lived in NY- we enjoyed many semesters of "body scupting," lots of running, weights and did I mention running?? She was my personal pilates trainer post-Cooper and I miss her like crazy right now! She put together a few home-workouts for me a while ago, and it's time to pull them out! These workouts combined with our daily walks and a few morning runs are the goals for this week. I simply spend too much time in a swimming suit between april and september to feel crummy wearing one, so while my physical health will benefit from exercising, it's more for my emotional self.
2. Mealtimes. The lowdown: We love Denten and we would love to eat with Denten, but the truth is that happens maybe twice a week and that's usually on the weekends. Seeing as feeding Beckham and Seneca thus far has taken time, but very little thought, the only one I have to think about feeding is Cooper and no, he does not get a gourmet dinner each evening. He gets whatever I can throw together once 6:00 p.m. rolls around. Because nothing is planned, I haven't been eating well and Denten comes home to who knows what on any given night.
The goal: to actually make dinner each evening and eat with Cooper at the table. Coop has his "spot" at the bar, but it's just not cutting it for me anymore. I grew up eating dinner together as a family each evening and I valued those times together. I still remember them, mostly for the fact that we were all together and engaged in great conversation. I have avoided that in my own home thinking that it didn't matter much seeing as Denten isn't really home for dinner and it wasn't worth the effort for just Coop and I, but I was mistaken. It's not fair for me to expect Cooper to use good manners if he doesn't see them modeled properly on a regular basis. He needs to learn to set the table correctly, try new foods and behave well during mealtime. I need to learn to be patient as his focus is not always centered on his food, take time to talk with him instead of eating while in front of the TV or computer( I'm a good multi-tasker, remember?). Anyway, we've tried this a few times lately, and while it takes a little more planning, it's so much more fulfilling, both to create something in the kitchen with him and to sit down and enjoy it together. And on those rare occasions that Dad's home for dinner, then lucky him... there's actually something to eat!
So... taking a page from Emily, I've planned my dinners for the week, shopped and am ready to go! Not everything is gourmet, but keeping things simple is what's going to make this stick! And without trying, I've also imitated Taisey's new recipe week as most of what we are trying this week is new to us.
Last night's dinner included:
Brown Sugar Steak (Dent liked the marinade, but using it as a sauce was a bit mustardy for his taste, Cooper ate A TON of this meat!)
Parmesan-Scalloped Potato Gratin (recipe coming soon, so delicious!)
Broiled Prosciutto-Wrapped Asparagus with Mascarpone (Dent really liked these, the prosciutto was a little strong for me, but I cooked them a bit too long.)
Tonight we're having crock pot tacos, and except for some guac we'll whip up later, dinner is already on its way!
Things go so much better during the evenings if Cooper is helping me get dinner together than when I'm constantly asking him to find something to do... it's fun to have him help and he loves to eat his own creations! The terrible mother in me did not remember today was St. Patrick's Day until Denten pinched me in bed this morning.. not kind. Anyway, despite the lack of festivities going on here today, we did create some green eggs and ham for breakfast!
He ate every bite!
3. Yeah, there's one more. That daily housekeeping schedule of mine that flew out the window a while ago has returned. Saturday is a great catch-up day, but things pile up too much around here if I leave it all for the weekend. Therefore, we're back to a chore a day to stay on top of the mess living with us.
So that's where we're at folks, looking forward to lovely dinners together, a little sweaty activity and getting this house whipped into shape! Whew, sorry this was so long, but you were warned! Now off to do those floors before these babies wake up!
Weekend with Dad
The kids spent Saturday evening with Dad while I went grocery shopping and to my gourmet group dinner. Seems they didn't miss me at all!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wild Rice Burgers
So Denten has a lady. A lady that cooks for him. And it's not me. There's a woman who is the mother of one of his co-workers who makes and sells lunch at the firm once a week. Dent usually participates in this lunch event, first to support her and second, because it's good food! Every so often he'll forward me recipe and say, "I had this for lunch today, and it was good. we should add it to the menu." So we do. We've gotten a few winners from this lovely lady... a great pot roast and a chicken stew that has become a regular around here. These burgers are super simple, but they really are good, and I'm not a burger person. Seeing how grilling season has arrived (be patient, you in cold country, it's coming), it's nice to have some variety that's quick and easy. Because I have a ton of pureed veggies in my freezer, I mixed in 1/2 cup of pureed sweet potato into the mixture. Our burgers were a little orange, but no one could tell as far as the taste goes! I'm sorry I don't have a picture (I'm eating the last one as I write this), but they look like your basic burger!
Wild Rice Burgers
1 pound lean ground beef
1 cup cooked wild rice
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
6 hamburger buns
Prepare grill. In large bowl, combine all ingredients (except buns) until well blended. Shape into 6 hamburger patties. Using direct heat cooking method, arrange patties on grill 4 to 6 inches from medium-hot coals. Grill, covered, to desired doneness (4 to 6 minutes per side). Serve immediately on toasted buns.
ENJOY!
As a side note, it has become apparent that Denten, perhaps like most men, appreciates a good cook. Our friend Taisey (both blog and recipe site are listed on my side bar) is fabulous in the kitchen. Denten and I have decided that if it were possible for him to pick his multiple wives in the hereafter, we'd both pick Taisey, simply because we would be guaranteed to eat very well every day! Taisey is also very generous with her culinary creations and whenever food shows up around here, Denten will ask where it came from secretly hoping that Taisey brought it. If so, it is, without fail, devoured immediately. Don't get me wrong, I'm good for lots of things around here, but she's the winner when it comes to his tastebuds!
Wild Rice Burgers
1 pound lean ground beef
1 cup cooked wild rice
1/2 cup chopped onion
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
6 hamburger buns
Prepare grill. In large bowl, combine all ingredients (except buns) until well blended. Shape into 6 hamburger patties. Using direct heat cooking method, arrange patties on grill 4 to 6 inches from medium-hot coals. Grill, covered, to desired doneness (4 to 6 minutes per side). Serve immediately on toasted buns.
ENJOY!
As a side note, it has become apparent that Denten, perhaps like most men, appreciates a good cook. Our friend Taisey (both blog and recipe site are listed on my side bar) is fabulous in the kitchen. Denten and I have decided that if it were possible for him to pick his multiple wives in the hereafter, we'd both pick Taisey, simply because we would be guaranteed to eat very well every day! Taisey is also very generous with her culinary creations and whenever food shows up around here, Denten will ask where it came from secretly hoping that Taisey brought it. If so, it is, without fail, devoured immediately. Don't get me wrong, I'm good for lots of things around here, but she's the winner when it comes to his tastebuds!
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Spoken: by Cooper
Food:
Potatoes are "tomatoes" and there isn't anything I can do to get the word to come out right. They are brown, grown largely in Idaho under the ground and yet they are tomatoes. And slicing them in the food processor is a new favorite pasttime. I'd have sliced "tomatoes" coming out of my ears if I let him slice as much as he requests!
Hamburgers are Han-ga-bers. This may only be funny to me because it's close to what my dad called them growing up. We had wild rice burgers tonight and while he didn't want to mush the meat mixture with me (he's a bit obsessive about getting his hands dirty), he did think they were delish!
Prayers:
The other day: "please bless mom and dad to be sweet and kind." can you tell what I pray for?!
Today while getting ready to go to the park, one shoe was hiding. After looking and looking he finally said, "mom, we need to say a prayer so Heavenly Father can help find my shoe." this has occurred when a remote control was missing, when mom's keys have disappeared and when he was eating a pear yesterday and somehow lost track of it. good thing that prayer was answered!
Tonight when going to bed: "please bless dad to come home. bless my angels to bring him home soon." Dad's been working A LOT lately and it's nice to know Coop's angels are looking out for him!
Repeated at least three times every time he prays: "please bless us a lot..."
Potatoes are "tomatoes" and there isn't anything I can do to get the word to come out right. They are brown, grown largely in Idaho under the ground and yet they are tomatoes. And slicing them in the food processor is a new favorite pasttime. I'd have sliced "tomatoes" coming out of my ears if I let him slice as much as he requests!
Hamburgers are Han-ga-bers. This may only be funny to me because it's close to what my dad called them growing up. We had wild rice burgers tonight and while he didn't want to mush the meat mixture with me (he's a bit obsessive about getting his hands dirty), he did think they were delish!
Prayers:
The other day: "please bless mom and dad to be sweet and kind." can you tell what I pray for?!
Today while getting ready to go to the park, one shoe was hiding. After looking and looking he finally said, "mom, we need to say a prayer so Heavenly Father can help find my shoe." this has occurred when a remote control was missing, when mom's keys have disappeared and when he was eating a pear yesterday and somehow lost track of it. good thing that prayer was answered!
Tonight when going to bed: "please bless dad to come home. bless my angels to bring him home soon." Dad's been working A LOT lately and it's nice to know Coop's angels are looking out for him!
Repeated at least three times every time he prays: "please bless us a lot..."
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
SPT: welcome home
Lelly's challenge: if i came to visit you next week, how would i know which doorbell to ring? do you have a formal entrance? should i come to the front door? or do you prefer your guests to come around back? (would you be surprised if i came in through the garage?!?)
It's been a while since I've participated in an SPT, and it was fun to jump back in this week. I can now think of many ways to be more creative with this, but the goal today was to participate... so mission accomplished!
If you were to come visit me, this is what would greet you. Me, probably not looking quite as nice as I'd like, but accepting the fact that this is me today; and a couple of extra faces in the background.
Cooper, patiently waiting for his turn with the camera, Seneca exploring the sun flooding in through the open door, and me, admittingly looking exhausted, but content that these two make up two-thirds of my day today.
It's been a while since I've participated in an SPT, and it was fun to jump back in this week. I can now think of many ways to be more creative with this, but the goal today was to participate... so mission accomplished!
If you were to come visit me, this is what would greet you. Me, probably not looking quite as nice as I'd like, but accepting the fact that this is me today; and a couple of extra faces in the background.
Cooper, patiently waiting for his turn with the camera, Seneca exploring the sun flooding in through the open door, and me, admittingly looking exhausted, but content that these two make up two-thirds of my day today.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
My life: Costco
Beckham strapped to my chest, Seneca in the front of the cart and Cooper a little tornado swirling around in the general vicinity of the cart. Shopping goes smoothly, grateful I know the store well enough to go directly to the things on my list. Hearing myself say, "please watch where you're going" many times as the distracted Cooper almost runs into several people and their carts. The looks of amusement on shopper's faces as they observe me attempting to manuver costco-sized items into my cart with Beckham in his little pouch and keeping one eye on Cooper. Thankfully Seneca is smiling at everyone passing by.
"We don't need a snack," I hear myself say, "we'll eat lunch in just a minute." Deciding that while hot dogs are all in all pretty disgusting, the kid never gets them at home and I can handle him eating one today considering he has been a very good helper, straining to lift items into my cart while saying, "I am very strong, mom." Yes, you are Coop.
Parking the cart next to a table in the food court of Costco where Coop can save the table, Senny continues flirting with the passers-by and I wait in line for our lunch. Grateful the line is fairly short. Order lunch, while keeping my head turned to see the kids. Handing my debit card to the lady who says, "cash or check, ma'am." Ah, thus the reason I second-guessed myself when I hit the "none" button when the little machine asked if I wanted cash back. Hmm. Well, nevermind I reply as I had neither. Return to the cart and proceed to the exit, frustrated, but not nearly as distraught as the Coopster who had his little heart set on eating a hot dog under an umbrella. Thinking quickly, I present plan B which is to grab lunch somewhere else on the way home and getting vetoed by both Cooper and Seneca who was patiently waiting to eat already. Turn around, go to ATM, get cash, find another table, park cart again and get in line... which is now super long. of course.
Finally order food, get back to the table, unwrap the hot dog so the salivating child can amuse everyone around us by saying how delicious it is. Open baby food and assist Senny in inhaling the peas while still seating in the cart. Yes, Beckham is still strapped to me, asleep. Next come the baby food apricots. Oops, someone smiled at Seneca, she got excited, whacked my arm and apricots are everywhere- covering her hand, shirt and pants... "Mom! my hot dog!" oh, man- it stinks when the dog just won't stay in the bun! Fix the hot dot, give Seneca a quick wipe down, trying not to smile at the little old lady staring at me from across the aisle. Get a few more bites into Seneca as two women walk by me, "oh, my! she has her hands full, aren't they cute! Oh my gosh, she's got another one over there, did you see she has another one?" She's talking loud enough for me to hear her, but not talking directly to me... do I respond? Nope, they keep walking and I put the dog back in the bun again. Give Senny a little milk, direct Cooper to the garbage can and whew, we're once again headed toward the exit.
We uneventfully make it through the parking lot, strap one, two and three into carseats, unload the cart into the back of the car, return the cart to it's corral and make my way out of the parking lot. Darn it, I turned the wrong way, I was going to get gas before we leave. Too much traffic, I'm not turning around. On the freeway. "Oh no, mom!" what? "I gotta go potty!" now? seriously? can you hold it until we get home? no response. "MOM!" ok, ok. take the child seriously. "the wet is coming out!" Going to the bathroom on the side of the road is acceptable during long road trips when there is not a quick place to stop. Not necessarily on the side of the road between my house and costco, but that, my friends, is where it happened today. Yep, on I-10 westbound between Elliot and Baseline he dropped his pants. So grateful right now that I have a big car and can pretend the massive amounts of traffic passing by can not see this lovely display. Strap him back in, find his receipt (it has a smiley face on it, a treasure) and we're on our way again.
Engage in a five-minute conversation about how yes, Dutch does need a carwash, but it isn't going to happen right now. Yes, he's dirty and yes, he really wants to be clean, but we don't have time right now. Cruising down Baseline Seneca is jabbering away trying to join the conversation and I hear, "Oh, Seneca, you're awfully noisy!" What?? You're calling HER noisy?? I try not to laugh out loud. Twice more before we pull onto Bloch Road does he say, "Oh Senny bug, you're awfully noisy!" Hilarious, really, considering the source.
Pull into the driveway. Unbuckle numero uno, he flits about and finally makes it into the house. Carry numero tres into the house, he'll have to wait a few more minutes to eat, back out to get Senny. Change her, get her to bed. Bring the freezer things in, put them away. Get Coop in his bed. Retrieve Beckham and his bottle, feed and change him. Unload the rest of the car. Get Beckham into his bed. Now please tell me that being a mother is not an adventure. or exhausting. I am grateful for Costco, grateful for the fact that everything is huge and I won't have to go back for a while. The end.
"We don't need a snack," I hear myself say, "we'll eat lunch in just a minute." Deciding that while hot dogs are all in all pretty disgusting, the kid never gets them at home and I can handle him eating one today considering he has been a very good helper, straining to lift items into my cart while saying, "I am very strong, mom." Yes, you are Coop.
Parking the cart next to a table in the food court of Costco where Coop can save the table, Senny continues flirting with the passers-by and I wait in line for our lunch. Grateful the line is fairly short. Order lunch, while keeping my head turned to see the kids. Handing my debit card to the lady who says, "cash or check, ma'am." Ah, thus the reason I second-guessed myself when I hit the "none" button when the little machine asked if I wanted cash back. Hmm. Well, nevermind I reply as I had neither. Return to the cart and proceed to the exit, frustrated, but not nearly as distraught as the Coopster who had his little heart set on eating a hot dog under an umbrella. Thinking quickly, I present plan B which is to grab lunch somewhere else on the way home and getting vetoed by both Cooper and Seneca who was patiently waiting to eat already. Turn around, go to ATM, get cash, find another table, park cart again and get in line... which is now super long. of course.
Finally order food, get back to the table, unwrap the hot dog so the salivating child can amuse everyone around us by saying how delicious it is. Open baby food and assist Senny in inhaling the peas while still seating in the cart. Yes, Beckham is still strapped to me, asleep. Next come the baby food apricots. Oops, someone smiled at Seneca, she got excited, whacked my arm and apricots are everywhere- covering her hand, shirt and pants... "Mom! my hot dog!" oh, man- it stinks when the dog just won't stay in the bun! Fix the hot dot, give Seneca a quick wipe down, trying not to smile at the little old lady staring at me from across the aisle. Get a few more bites into Seneca as two women walk by me, "oh, my! she has her hands full, aren't they cute! Oh my gosh, she's got another one over there, did you see she has another one?" She's talking loud enough for me to hear her, but not talking directly to me... do I respond? Nope, they keep walking and I put the dog back in the bun again. Give Senny a little milk, direct Cooper to the garbage can and whew, we're once again headed toward the exit.
We uneventfully make it through the parking lot, strap one, two and three into carseats, unload the cart into the back of the car, return the cart to it's corral and make my way out of the parking lot. Darn it, I turned the wrong way, I was going to get gas before we leave. Too much traffic, I'm not turning around. On the freeway. "Oh no, mom!" what? "I gotta go potty!" now? seriously? can you hold it until we get home? no response. "MOM!" ok, ok. take the child seriously. "the wet is coming out!" Going to the bathroom on the side of the road is acceptable during long road trips when there is not a quick place to stop. Not necessarily on the side of the road between my house and costco, but that, my friends, is where it happened today. Yep, on I-10 westbound between Elliot and Baseline he dropped his pants. So grateful right now that I have a big car and can pretend the massive amounts of traffic passing by can not see this lovely display. Strap him back in, find his receipt (it has a smiley face on it, a treasure) and we're on our way again.
Engage in a five-minute conversation about how yes, Dutch does need a carwash, but it isn't going to happen right now. Yes, he's dirty and yes, he really wants to be clean, but we don't have time right now. Cruising down Baseline Seneca is jabbering away trying to join the conversation and I hear, "Oh, Seneca, you're awfully noisy!" What?? You're calling HER noisy?? I try not to laugh out loud. Twice more before we pull onto Bloch Road does he say, "Oh Senny bug, you're awfully noisy!" Hilarious, really, considering the source.
Pull into the driveway. Unbuckle numero uno, he flits about and finally makes it into the house. Carry numero tres into the house, he'll have to wait a few more minutes to eat, back out to get Senny. Change her, get her to bed. Bring the freezer things in, put them away. Get Coop in his bed. Retrieve Beckham and his bottle, feed and change him. Unload the rest of the car. Get Beckham into his bed. Now please tell me that being a mother is not an adventure. or exhausting. I am grateful for Costco, grateful for the fact that everything is huge and I won't have to go back for a while. The end.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Crying it out
I'm adamant that my children learn to sleep on their own. No bottles in bed, no rocking to sleep every night... just go to bed and go to sleep. This requires a little "sleep training" if you will which really means listening to them scream their little heads off until they calm down and realize how fabulous sleep really is. Honestly, why do they fight it so much? Anyway, this totally paid off with the first two, they really are great sleepers. Beckham is going through his learning process and has been for about the last hour, off and on.
So as I try to fill my about-to-explode head with something other than wailing, I search for distractions.
1. has anyone tried the homemade mac and cheese in the "deceptively delicious" book yet? I think I might try it this evening.
2. did anyone take advantage of the fabulous $30 vacuum offer this week on slickdeals? once again I pondered on it too long, forgot and then when I decided it was totally worth it, the price had gone up. I do that way too much. over think, that is.
3. I need fundraiser ideas. For a start-up non-profit organization. Details to come later. Any great ones you'd like to throw my way?? Looking for small ones, not the super big over-the-top kind.
4. I really want cold stone ice cream right now. chocolate with almonds and coconut. it's a good thing I don't enjoy putting three kids in the car just to take them out again or I would so be eating this right now.
ok, silence once again reigns at my house, at least for the time being. time to make a few relief society phone calls before they all wake up. is there anything more perfect than a sleeping baby? really.
So as I try to fill my about-to-explode head with something other than wailing, I search for distractions.
1. has anyone tried the homemade mac and cheese in the "deceptively delicious" book yet? I think I might try it this evening.
2. did anyone take advantage of the fabulous $30 vacuum offer this week on slickdeals? once again I pondered on it too long, forgot and then when I decided it was totally worth it, the price had gone up. I do that way too much. over think, that is.
3. I need fundraiser ideas. For a start-up non-profit organization. Details to come later. Any great ones you'd like to throw my way?? Looking for small ones, not the super big over-the-top kind.
4. I really want cold stone ice cream right now. chocolate with almonds and coconut. it's a good thing I don't enjoy putting three kids in the car just to take them out again or I would so be eating this right now.
ok, silence once again reigns at my house, at least for the time being. time to make a few relief society phone calls before they all wake up. is there anything more perfect than a sleeping baby? really.
Grateful Wednesday
Today I'm grateful for:
- four consecutive hours of sleep, twice
- Rachel Austin
- A physical body that is strong and healthy
- the opportunity to squeeze and cuddle with Seneca every day
- a hot shower
- a great vehicle that functions well
- quiet pleasant moments with my baby
- genuinely curteous customer service people
- climbing back into bed next to denten after feeding beckham
- the blessing I have of watching cooper interact with his siblings
- the reminder that he learns best by example
- the fact that denten is currently having overwhelmingly productive days at work
- my sisters
what are you grateful for today?
- four consecutive hours of sleep, twice
- Rachel Austin
- A physical body that is strong and healthy
- the opportunity to squeeze and cuddle with Seneca every day
- a hot shower
- a great vehicle that functions well
- quiet pleasant moments with my baby
- genuinely curteous customer service people
- climbing back into bed next to denten after feeding beckham
- the blessing I have of watching cooper interact with his siblings
- the reminder that he learns best by example
- the fact that denten is currently having overwhelmingly productive days at work
- my sisters
what are you grateful for today?
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Beckham's Angels
I've got a special little man on my hands here. You'd think that having done this baby thing twice before that I'd be a little better at the guess work they require, but he's thrown me for a loop. I had two significant experiences with Beckham yesterday.
The first one was a bit traumatic for both of us and while I won't share all of the details here, I was very abruptly reminded of the benefit of listening to the spirit when raising children. What was a very scary experience could have ended infinately worse had this little baby not been surrounded by Heavenly Beings. He was watched over and protected, which is extremely comforting to me as mother who has a long way to go.
The second was a bit of clarity that occurred sometime after midnight. It's amazing what quiet knowledge surfaces after the house is quiet. Beckham has had some tummy troubles for a few weeks and it became pretty clear last night that the reflux we thought we were dealing with was probably misdiagnosed. The fault is my own as I probably went looking for a label to put on the problem and in turn exacerbated it all together. Between research and lots of prayers, Denten and I came to some new conclusions last night and will hopefully see a more content baby in the next little while.
I had a "thought for the day" land in my inbox sometime a few weeks ago that reminded me that there is always another way to look at every situation. I have taken this to heart with Beckham and have found something to be grateful for in each moment that could easily be quite frustrating. "There is another way to look at this," has been repeated in my mind very often over the last week and it has helped me to see what I am supposed to be getting out of the moment, or what positive I am missing. Beckham is not, so far, the obvious angel child that Seneca has been, but he has a deep connection to my heart and is helping me grow more than I thought was possible. Who knew a tiny little spirit could teach so much? I'm grateful for Beckham today, and for his spirit and his angels that bless my life.
The first one was a bit traumatic for both of us and while I won't share all of the details here, I was very abruptly reminded of the benefit of listening to the spirit when raising children. What was a very scary experience could have ended infinately worse had this little baby not been surrounded by Heavenly Beings. He was watched over and protected, which is extremely comforting to me as mother who has a long way to go.
The second was a bit of clarity that occurred sometime after midnight. It's amazing what quiet knowledge surfaces after the house is quiet. Beckham has had some tummy troubles for a few weeks and it became pretty clear last night that the reflux we thought we were dealing with was probably misdiagnosed. The fault is my own as I probably went looking for a label to put on the problem and in turn exacerbated it all together. Between research and lots of prayers, Denten and I came to some new conclusions last night and will hopefully see a more content baby in the next little while.
I had a "thought for the day" land in my inbox sometime a few weeks ago that reminded me that there is always another way to look at every situation. I have taken this to heart with Beckham and have found something to be grateful for in each moment that could easily be quite frustrating. "There is another way to look at this," has been repeated in my mind very often over the last week and it has helped me to see what I am supposed to be getting out of the moment, or what positive I am missing. Beckham is not, so far, the obvious angel child that Seneca has been, but he has a deep connection to my heart and is helping me grow more than I thought was possible. Who knew a tiny little spirit could teach so much? I'm grateful for Beckham today, and for his spirit and his angels that bless my life.
Happy Birthday Katelyn!
Aunt Katelyn has just left us and we are all going through withdrawals. She came to visit for the weekend and while her visit may not rank very high in her travels, we are sure glad she came!
Kate and I were able to sneak away for a while Saturday to do some shopping, kid's clothes for me and maternity for her... shopping is a little more fun when you've either not just had a baby, or are not getting ready to have one! Sandi and Lee were kind enough to drop their plans Saturday night so Denten could take us to dinner kid-free. We tried an eccentric little asian place called Fate... what we ordered was mediocre, but the atmosphere was worthy of discussion.
Sunday Katelyn took over Beckham duty while the rest of us went to church- she needed to make sure she could handle whatever it is that is growing in her tummy! She's a pro, if she's half the mother that she is an aunt, that baby is in great hands!
Monday was Katelyn's birthday and may go down as the least eventful she's ever had. I'm really sorry we weren't better prepared for full party mode, but we did get to do lunch at City Bakery, which is always a treat, and bring home yummy birthday treats. Cooper, of course, needed a candle to blow out as well- sorry if he stole your thunder, Kate!
It was so nice to have her here, the kids all loved her to death and so did I! She is a very well-rounded person who I can always go to for advice, great conversation and lots of laughs. Cooper enjoyed each installment of "Katelyn and Cooper's Culinary Creations" as he learned to make eggs in toast, love muffins (thanks linsday) and now has added grapefruit to the things he thinks are delicious. Thanks for your visit... we miss you already!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
A Quandry for the Fashionista
I wrote this entire post in my head last night as I lay in bed. I write a lot of great things in my head when I'm in bed- I should really just get up and actually get it out so I don't have to try to recreate it later. Be patient as I think through this again.
My quandry started in my closet. There are rules, general rules that thanks to my dad I feel somewhat up to speed on. You don't wear white after labor day, you leave the linen to the summer months, the boots and wool pants should only be worn between october and april, the lighter colored khakis need to be put away for the winter, the suede pumps should not be displayed after march, you wear houndstooth when it's cold and seersucker when it's warm... you know, the rules.
The confession: I broke the rules last Sunday as I donned a linen suit for church. Yes, it's February, I know. Luckily whoever happened to notice did not judge too harshly, at least out loud. The issue is this: the rules were completely understandable and easy to abide by when I lived in Utah, and New York, and when visiting places like London... places that display significant seasons.
So answer me this: Should the rules be applied according to the calendar or the weather? When it's 20 degrees in February, the wool skirt and tall black boots are a no brainer. When it's 80 degrees outside (seriously) in February and I am wearing wool and boots, I feel ridiculous, but something inside me thinks it's very wrong to pull out the white pleated skirt and summer sling-backs. Of course there are a few pieces that I could probably get away with either way, like the black crepe suit, which is a summer fabric, but black so ok, but considering the summer-like weather in the winter that abounds in my current place of residence, I've got a problem!
So weigh in, give you opinion and be honest.. is it, in fact, appropriate to dust off the seersucker before march?? In my defense, the linen suit was navy, not pastel and I was in closed-toe shoes!
My quandry started in my closet. There are rules, general rules that thanks to my dad I feel somewhat up to speed on. You don't wear white after labor day, you leave the linen to the summer months, the boots and wool pants should only be worn between october and april, the lighter colored khakis need to be put away for the winter, the suede pumps should not be displayed after march, you wear houndstooth when it's cold and seersucker when it's warm... you know, the rules.
The confession: I broke the rules last Sunday as I donned a linen suit for church. Yes, it's February, I know. Luckily whoever happened to notice did not judge too harshly, at least out loud. The issue is this: the rules were completely understandable and easy to abide by when I lived in Utah, and New York, and when visiting places like London... places that display significant seasons.
So answer me this: Should the rules be applied according to the calendar or the weather? When it's 20 degrees in February, the wool skirt and tall black boots are a no brainer. When it's 80 degrees outside (seriously) in February and I am wearing wool and boots, I feel ridiculous, but something inside me thinks it's very wrong to pull out the white pleated skirt and summer sling-backs. Of course there are a few pieces that I could probably get away with either way, like the black crepe suit, which is a summer fabric, but black so ok, but considering the summer-like weather in the winter that abounds in my current place of residence, I've got a problem!
So weigh in, give you opinion and be honest.. is it, in fact, appropriate to dust off the seersucker before march?? In my defense, the linen suit was navy, not pastel and I was in closed-toe shoes!
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