I had to write fast once I realized he was going to keep singing and I kept laughing.
to the tune of coco-cabana, you know... "her name was lola...'
I love mom, and I love beckham.
I love seneca, I love everyone.
I love sister carter and I love jonas
I love boston and I love ethan gilbert
I love bikes and racing bikes and vacuums
I love worms and I love snakes
I love houses and strollers and taking a walk down to sister carter's.
I love amberly and I love pools.
The end.
I suppose it's a pretty good grateful list- nice to be three, don't you think?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
meandering thoughts
Update: I have completed the Twilight series and must admit that all of you who told me how good they were, are not, after all, crazy. I didn't want it to end but couldn't stop reading! Anyway, I'm on the bandwagon waiting for the next one to come out. I need more good novels in my life- I haven't enjoyed a story like that in a long time and considering the ones that got my attention were teenage vampire stories... well, yes, I need good reading suggestions. I am a few pages into "the host," which I am approaching skeptically, but I'll give it a chance... who knew I'd be into wearwolves?! (oh, and I am. jacob, my jacob...)
Other meandering thoughts... it's cloudy outside right now and I love that. I think the overcast sky is to receive credit for extra-long naps in my house. And it feels cozy. We need a good storm. Everytime I wish for a great rainstorm I think of emily in portland who can't escape the rain and wish that we could combine our climates to make the perfect one, but I suppose mine is perfect for me right now.
Seneca has started taking her first little shakey steps and it is pretty fun. It's fun to encourage her and have her little face beam with pride. It's also fun to have Cooper get so excited for her. While I'm rambling about Senny, her hair, which is gorgeous, don't get me wrong... is totally bugging me. It's in her face all the time and that is a big problem for me. It's uneven in back and shaggy looking and while she's still the prettiest thing I've ever seen, I really really really want to trim it. Well, not me, but it needs some attention. The trouble is that Navajo tradition suggests (strongly, apparantly) that if a baby's hair is cut before they speak their first words then the ability to speak at all is hindered. I know it's just a legend, but these traditions are kind of fun and denten will not have it any other way. So I need a temporary solution. I'm not a fancy, up-in-bows mother of girly girls, so please don't suggest something frilly. Some cute clips to keep it out of her face and some patience as she figures out what those much-anticipated real first words are going to be!
My boys are great, Cooper is loving the pool and looks forward to dad coming home every day for swim time. Beckham gets the pants scared off him every time I dunk him, but recovers so quickly we do it again. He is such a different baby than he was a few months ago. He's very content and smiley and very taken with his siblings. And he's got great kissable cheeks. And he's ticklish.
Alright, I'm rambling. It's been really mellow around here the past few weeks, which is nice I suppose. I feel a little sluggish, but down time has it's perks. This weekend will snap me out of it with tickets to the circus and an airplane trip with one mom and three children... it's gonna be great! for now, over and out.
Other meandering thoughts... it's cloudy outside right now and I love that. I think the overcast sky is to receive credit for extra-long naps in my house. And it feels cozy. We need a good storm. Everytime I wish for a great rainstorm I think of emily in portland who can't escape the rain and wish that we could combine our climates to make the perfect one, but I suppose mine is perfect for me right now.
Seneca has started taking her first little shakey steps and it is pretty fun. It's fun to encourage her and have her little face beam with pride. It's also fun to have Cooper get so excited for her. While I'm rambling about Senny, her hair, which is gorgeous, don't get me wrong... is totally bugging me. It's in her face all the time and that is a big problem for me. It's uneven in back and shaggy looking and while she's still the prettiest thing I've ever seen, I really really really want to trim it. Well, not me, but it needs some attention. The trouble is that Navajo tradition suggests (strongly, apparantly) that if a baby's hair is cut before they speak their first words then the ability to speak at all is hindered. I know it's just a legend, but these traditions are kind of fun and denten will not have it any other way. So I need a temporary solution. I'm not a fancy, up-in-bows mother of girly girls, so please don't suggest something frilly. Some cute clips to keep it out of her face and some patience as she figures out what those much-anticipated real first words are going to be!
My boys are great, Cooper is loving the pool and looks forward to dad coming home every day for swim time. Beckham gets the pants scared off him every time I dunk him, but recovers so quickly we do it again. He is such a different baby than he was a few months ago. He's very content and smiley and very taken with his siblings. And he's got great kissable cheeks. And he's ticklish.
Alright, I'm rambling. It's been really mellow around here the past few weeks, which is nice I suppose. I feel a little sluggish, but down time has it's perks. This weekend will snap me out of it with tickets to the circus and an airplane trip with one mom and three children... it's gonna be great! for now, over and out.
Monday, June 23, 2008
twilight character
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| You scored as Alice Cullen You're Alice. You're a vampire who can see into the future once a person has actually made a decision. You have no memories of you're human life or of the pain of being reborn. You constantly walk like you're dancing and are very supportive of Edward and Bella.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
fabric softener fiasco
The setting:
Cooper playing quietly, Mom and Beckham on the couch while Bex is guzzling his bottle and Seneca playing at the bottom of the stairs. I went shopping yesterday and had a few things I put at the bottom of the stairs that needed to go up but hadn't made it yet. One of those items was a bottle of fabric softener. A decent- sized bottle. The one item Senny seemed most fascinated with. I was watching her, but was sure that she couldn't get the lid off... hm. You can see where this is going.
In slow motion, I saw the lid loosen and shortly thereafter Seneca was sitting in a pool of blue and my house was filled with the lovely scent of clean laundry. She's on carpet, mind you. First move, put beckham down, gently. Second move, pick up seneca and place her in the bathtub; fully clothed, instruct Cooper to stay with her for a minute. Move car out of garage so the wet/dry vac is accessible and bring it in. Suck up pretty blue liquid out of my carpet. Change Seneca's clothes.
Yes, I should have gotten pictures, but first, my camera is having issues and second, I wasn't going to let it sit there and soak while I went snap-happy. Sorry.
I did my darnedest to get it cleaned up and am now enjoying the lovely sound of Shellie's steam cleaner as Denten finishes the job. I'm not sure why he didn't like the pale hue of blue that adorned our floor...
Today I am grateful that if something had to spill on the carpet that at least it smells nice! I'm also grateful that the Carter's once again saved us by having just what we needed on hand. I'm grateful that Denten is a hard-worker and slaved away for a while at home after working all day. I'm grateful that I shop with coupons and didn't lose much moola when the fabric softener spilled!
Cooper playing quietly, Mom and Beckham on the couch while Bex is guzzling his bottle and Seneca playing at the bottom of the stairs. I went shopping yesterday and had a few things I put at the bottom of the stairs that needed to go up but hadn't made it yet. One of those items was a bottle of fabric softener. A decent- sized bottle. The one item Senny seemed most fascinated with. I was watching her, but was sure that she couldn't get the lid off... hm. You can see where this is going.
In slow motion, I saw the lid loosen and shortly thereafter Seneca was sitting in a pool of blue and my house was filled with the lovely scent of clean laundry. She's on carpet, mind you. First move, put beckham down, gently. Second move, pick up seneca and place her in the bathtub; fully clothed, instruct Cooper to stay with her for a minute. Move car out of garage so the wet/dry vac is accessible and bring it in. Suck up pretty blue liquid out of my carpet. Change Seneca's clothes.
Yes, I should have gotten pictures, but first, my camera is having issues and second, I wasn't going to let it sit there and soak while I went snap-happy. Sorry.
I did my darnedest to get it cleaned up and am now enjoying the lovely sound of Shellie's steam cleaner as Denten finishes the job. I'm not sure why he didn't like the pale hue of blue that adorned our floor...
Today I am grateful that if something had to spill on the carpet that at least it smells nice! I'm also grateful that the Carter's once again saved us by having just what we needed on hand. I'm grateful that Denten is a hard-worker and slaved away for a while at home after working all day. I'm grateful that I shop with coupons and didn't lose much moola when the fabric softener spilled!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Grateful
I'm grateful today for:
- a mellow week
- a positive check-up with my dr.
- cooper's creativity
- seneca's curiosity
- beckham's smiles and ability to enjoy the madness around him
- a reasonable husband
- dinner drop-offs
- quiet time
- coupon organization!
- grocery shopping... alone
- a new basil plant in my backyard
- the fact that the basil hasn't died yet
- air conditioning
- a clean kitchen floor
- these stinkin' vampire books... it's amazing anything gets done around here, really.
- pain medication
- honest friends
- the hole of water in my backyard
- music in my home
- a mellow week
- a positive check-up with my dr.
- cooper's creativity
- seneca's curiosity
- beckham's smiles and ability to enjoy the madness around him
- a reasonable husband
- dinner drop-offs
- quiet time
- coupon organization!
- grocery shopping... alone
- a new basil plant in my backyard
- the fact that the basil hasn't died yet
- air conditioning
- a clean kitchen floor
- these stinkin' vampire books... it's amazing anything gets done around here, really.
- pain medication
- honest friends
- the hole of water in my backyard
- music in my home
Monday, June 16, 2008
An unlikely way to spend my time
The U.S. Open. A major golfing event. NEVER has it been an interest of mine. Never, until yesterday. I got sucked in. Don't know how, golf on TV has never interested me in the least bit. I think the key for me and sporting events is to feel some connection to who is playing. Once I developed a respect and (granted, superficial) relationship with the Suns, I was hooked. I could watch the Yankees play if Jeter was involved. Really the only reason I attended BYU football games as an adolescent was to watch the bodies move of the men whose faces I had plastered to my wall at home. The Olympics are fascinating to me and it helps that we get to see personal sides to the athletes. I obviously can watch golf for hours if this man is playing.
The attractive factor plays a small role, I'll admit, but more than that is the fact that he is so dedicated to his game. I know, they all are, but I don't like all of them. When a playoff of some sort became necessary Sunday, I was looking forward to a hole or two and a declared winner, but no, 18 more on Monday... wow. When Denten called me this afternoon reminding me to record it, I couldn't turn it off. My observations are this:
- golf is always played in a beautiful setting. I'm glad I wasn't there live because I can see so much better from my couch, but it looks so peaceful on the course.
- While history being made is usually compelling to me, I did not want Rocco to win. He may be old and need my sympathy, but he didn't get it. I didn't like him.
- I love the focus and concentration that goes into the sport. You gotta be right on, there's no toss it up to the basket and if it doesn't go in, well, we'll try it again in a few seconds. Nope, it came down to "this one shot" at the end of every 18.
- Tiger is the eagle king. His focus kept him in it when it appeared he was down and out.
- The commentators are very negative. or honest, but I was sending the master all kinds of positive vibes and those announcers just kept throwing out things like, "oh, this is going to be nearly impossible, I don't know if he can do it." Of course he can do it crazy! He's Tiger Woods! And I was right, for the record.
The playoff 18 turned into sudden death, such a dramatic term for golf, or so I thought. It turns out the game is so much more intense than I ever gave it credit for! I found myself silencing the room when Tiger was ready to put, and quietly saying "miss it," when it was Mediate's turn. I know, not nice. Anyway, it was a surprisingly nice way to spend a little of my day.
I have also spent time in this today:
Yeah, I'm the last on the planet to read it, but it's happening. I'm half-way through the first one and my assessment so far is interesting. curious. skeptical.
Another activity that has occupied my time today is catching up on coupons from the last two weeks... it's a project, but almost done!
Also, the kids had pediatrician appointments today and everyone is growing just as they should be, healthy and strong!
So, to sum it up... dr. appt., golf, reading and coupons... am I getting old??
The attractive factor plays a small role, I'll admit, but more than that is the fact that he is so dedicated to his game. I know, they all are, but I don't like all of them. When a playoff of some sort became necessary Sunday, I was looking forward to a hole or two and a declared winner, but no, 18 more on Monday... wow. When Denten called me this afternoon reminding me to record it, I couldn't turn it off. My observations are this:
- golf is always played in a beautiful setting. I'm glad I wasn't there live because I can see so much better from my couch, but it looks so peaceful on the course.
- While history being made is usually compelling to me, I did not want Rocco to win. He may be old and need my sympathy, but he didn't get it. I didn't like him.
- I love the focus and concentration that goes into the sport. You gotta be right on, there's no toss it up to the basket and if it doesn't go in, well, we'll try it again in a few seconds. Nope, it came down to "this one shot" at the end of every 18.
- Tiger is the eagle king. His focus kept him in it when it appeared he was down and out.
- The commentators are very negative. or honest, but I was sending the master all kinds of positive vibes and those announcers just kept throwing out things like, "oh, this is going to be nearly impossible, I don't know if he can do it." Of course he can do it crazy! He's Tiger Woods! And I was right, for the record.
The playoff 18 turned into sudden death, such a dramatic term for golf, or so I thought. It turns out the game is so much more intense than I ever gave it credit for! I found myself silencing the room when Tiger was ready to put, and quietly saying "miss it," when it was Mediate's turn. I know, not nice. Anyway, it was a surprisingly nice way to spend a little of my day.
I have also spent time in this today:
Yeah, I'm the last on the planet to read it, but it's happening. I'm half-way through the first one and my assessment so far is interesting. curious. skeptical.
Another activity that has occupied my time today is catching up on coupons from the last two weeks... it's a project, but almost done!
Also, the kids had pediatrician appointments today and everyone is growing just as they should be, healthy and strong!
So, to sum it up... dr. appt., golf, reading and coupons... am I getting old??
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day!
I have been very blessed to have an amazing father of my own who I admire, love and respect more than any other. I also have the opportunity to be surrounded by other incredible fathers and for that, I am grateful. Happy Father's Day!!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Beauty
A little twist on grateful, the book I'm reading as I lounge around has posed a challenge to expect beauty. It suggests that there is always something beautiful to be experienced wherever you are. As I have pondered on this today, these are a few of my immediate thoughts.
- This one may be simple, but there is beauty in quality sheets. My mom gave me a set of bedsheets for Christmas and they are the finest I have owned. Not only are they pretty (they are chocolate brown with small satin polka-dots), they are soft and easy to curl up in. It makes laying around all day rather pleasant.
- There is beauty in the sounds of my children. While sometimes I wish I could escape all together, the floor plan of my home allows me to hide, but still hear. With both Rachel and Denten, I have been able to float in and out of sleep to the beautiful sounds of laughter, jibber-jabber and sweet baby coos. Rachel must have been tickling Cooper yesterday as he was laughing so hard. It wasn't quiet, but if it's going to be loud in my home, that is the sound I would choose. Seneca's giggle-gaggle chatter is becoming more assertive, as if she's really serious about whatever she's jabbering about. She's also developed a pterodactyl-like squawk that I could do without, but senny in herself is pure beauty so I can live with it. Beckham is making more vocal attempts at interacting with his siblings and it's fun to hear his little sweet sounds in the mix. He'll smile and coo and those precious sounds are beautiful to me.
- There is beauty in truth, even if the truth being discussed isn't easy. I engaged in a very honest conversation with a dear friend this week and while the subject matter slipped from easy and positive things to the truths and realities of her world, I appreciated the beauty in her candor and the aching honesty she was able to share. As I have had time to reflect on her situation, I find beauty in her and in what she offers those around her. She is someone I could describe as light; as joy and at the same time she is honest and holds no pretenses, at least with me. I find beauty in honest, true friends and know that the ache in her heart will heal.
- There is beauty in the way our bodies function. Heavenly Father wasn't messing around when he put together these beings of muscle, blood and bones. They are miraculous to me. There is beauty in the way we are able to move and take care of those around us. Lindsay, Dad, Denten, David and Rachel all have aches and pains right now, but isn't it amazing to know that those won't last forever? Our bodies have the beautiful power to heal themselves, to recreate the cells that are damaged and be completely whole again. As my physical body heals from recent events, I am grateful for the wholeness that awaits.
- There is beauty in serenity. As I said good-bye to Shellie at the hospital and entered the pre-op area alone, I felt peace knowing that I could lay and be calm and not worry that anyone was being inconvenienced any more than necessary by waiting for me. As the nurses kept asking if anyone was there with me and I said no, I didn't feel bad once. I found calm in the fact that my dr. would take perfectly good care of me and then I could go home. I didn't have to think about anyone waiting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, surrounded by people they had no desire to be with for hours. I didn't have to feel like I had to hurry. I could just be.
- There is beauty in simplicity. My dr. was simple, direct and kind and I am grateful that I felt a connection with her. I am grateful it was easy to talk to her about what was happening, that my questions were answered easily and honestly and that she seemed to know just what I needed. She and I both felt uncomfortable with the anesthesiologist that came to introduce himself, so she quietly went to make a switch and the replacement was great. She reminded me of Diane- she had cool funky glasses like Di had, probably still has. She was simply beautiful without any makeup just like Diane and had unaltered, shiny dark hair. I was grateful that she was the one taking care of me, she felt like a friend and I had no hesitations or fears about the procedure.
- There is beauty in service. Jackie jumped in to take care of swimming lessons so Coop wouldn't have to miss his last day, Shellie brought food this week, took me to and from the hospital, picked up prescriptions and acted as a sounding board. Rachel dropped her life to stay with my children and was sent directly from heaven. I was more hesitant about them and leaving them for someone else than I was about myself and she just took over like a pro. It is a blessing that she has had some time in the last while to get to know my children and their schedules. She took over this house easily and I didn't worry about these kids at all. When I came home late, she stayed in the guest room so I could rest in the morning. She stayed until Denten got home Friday and when she left, there was homemade chili and rolls for dinner. An angel, really. I thought it would be awkward to have someone in my home taking care of my children while I laid in bed, but she serves without even thinking about it, and even seemed to enjoy it. I'm grateful my children enjoy her. There are so many who have been helpful this past week through food, phone calls and thoughts, thank you.
- There is beauty in Havasupai. I am tempted to share pictures, but will wait until Denten has gone through and picked his favorites. I'm so grateful he was able to go. It exceeded all of his expectations and he is anxious to return.
What do you find beauty in as you look around at your life right now?
- This one may be simple, but there is beauty in quality sheets. My mom gave me a set of bedsheets for Christmas and they are the finest I have owned. Not only are they pretty (they are chocolate brown with small satin polka-dots), they are soft and easy to curl up in. It makes laying around all day rather pleasant.
- There is beauty in the sounds of my children. While sometimes I wish I could escape all together, the floor plan of my home allows me to hide, but still hear. With both Rachel and Denten, I have been able to float in and out of sleep to the beautiful sounds of laughter, jibber-jabber and sweet baby coos. Rachel must have been tickling Cooper yesterday as he was laughing so hard. It wasn't quiet, but if it's going to be loud in my home, that is the sound I would choose. Seneca's giggle-gaggle chatter is becoming more assertive, as if she's really serious about whatever she's jabbering about. She's also developed a pterodactyl-like squawk that I could do without, but senny in herself is pure beauty so I can live with it. Beckham is making more vocal attempts at interacting with his siblings and it's fun to hear his little sweet sounds in the mix. He'll smile and coo and those precious sounds are beautiful to me.
- There is beauty in truth, even if the truth being discussed isn't easy. I engaged in a very honest conversation with a dear friend this week and while the subject matter slipped from easy and positive things to the truths and realities of her world, I appreciated the beauty in her candor and the aching honesty she was able to share. As I have had time to reflect on her situation, I find beauty in her and in what she offers those around her. She is someone I could describe as light; as joy and at the same time she is honest and holds no pretenses, at least with me. I find beauty in honest, true friends and know that the ache in her heart will heal.
- There is beauty in the way our bodies function. Heavenly Father wasn't messing around when he put together these beings of muscle, blood and bones. They are miraculous to me. There is beauty in the way we are able to move and take care of those around us. Lindsay, Dad, Denten, David and Rachel all have aches and pains right now, but isn't it amazing to know that those won't last forever? Our bodies have the beautiful power to heal themselves, to recreate the cells that are damaged and be completely whole again. As my physical body heals from recent events, I am grateful for the wholeness that awaits.
- There is beauty in serenity. As I said good-bye to Shellie at the hospital and entered the pre-op area alone, I felt peace knowing that I could lay and be calm and not worry that anyone was being inconvenienced any more than necessary by waiting for me. As the nurses kept asking if anyone was there with me and I said no, I didn't feel bad once. I found calm in the fact that my dr. would take perfectly good care of me and then I could go home. I didn't have to think about anyone waiting in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, surrounded by people they had no desire to be with for hours. I didn't have to feel like I had to hurry. I could just be.
- There is beauty in simplicity. My dr. was simple, direct and kind and I am grateful that I felt a connection with her. I am grateful it was easy to talk to her about what was happening, that my questions were answered easily and honestly and that she seemed to know just what I needed. She and I both felt uncomfortable with the anesthesiologist that came to introduce himself, so she quietly went to make a switch and the replacement was great. She reminded me of Diane- she had cool funky glasses like Di had, probably still has. She was simply beautiful without any makeup just like Diane and had unaltered, shiny dark hair. I was grateful that she was the one taking care of me, she felt like a friend and I had no hesitations or fears about the procedure.
- There is beauty in service. Jackie jumped in to take care of swimming lessons so Coop wouldn't have to miss his last day, Shellie brought food this week, took me to and from the hospital, picked up prescriptions and acted as a sounding board. Rachel dropped her life to stay with my children and was sent directly from heaven. I was more hesitant about them and leaving them for someone else than I was about myself and she just took over like a pro. It is a blessing that she has had some time in the last while to get to know my children and their schedules. She took over this house easily and I didn't worry about these kids at all. When I came home late, she stayed in the guest room so I could rest in the morning. She stayed until Denten got home Friday and when she left, there was homemade chili and rolls for dinner. An angel, really. I thought it would be awkward to have someone in my home taking care of my children while I laid in bed, but she serves without even thinking about it, and even seemed to enjoy it. I'm grateful my children enjoy her. There are so many who have been helpful this past week through food, phone calls and thoughts, thank you.
- There is beauty in Havasupai. I am tempted to share pictures, but will wait until Denten has gone through and picked his favorites. I'm so grateful he was able to go. It exceeded all of his expectations and he is anxious to return.
What do you find beauty in as you look around at your life right now?
Friday, June 13, 2008
Thank you to all of you who showed concern about this particular blog going private. I was just off-line for a bit. I'm still working out how I want to continue, but I appreciate those of you who would like to keep in touch.
I have been hugely blessed the past few days with a great ward family who has jumped in to take care of my family at the last minute and doctors who are covering all their bases. After minor out-patient surgery last night I'm home and things are fine. I can see so many blessings in this situation and once things are a little more normal around here I'll be back. I really can't say enough about how watched over I've felt this last little while. Peace and calm have been predominantly present and I am very grateful for that.
I have been hugely blessed the past few days with a great ward family who has jumped in to take care of my family at the last minute and doctors who are covering all their bases. After minor out-patient surgery last night I'm home and things are fine. I can see so many blessings in this situation and once things are a little more normal around here I'll be back. I really can't say enough about how watched over I've felt this last little while. Peace and calm have been predominantly present and I am very grateful for that.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Wednesday
HcG levels yesterday were down from 2500 to 1400. Good news.
The cramping in the evenings is not pleasant, it hurts, but I'm grateful that it has occurred thus far only after the kids are down for the night and I can take it easy.
Denten made it to Supai Village today and is having a great time. I'm really glad he went, I think he'll have a wonderful experience.
Swimming and lunch with friends today, swimming lessons and then more friends showed up this evening... we're staying busy and taken care of.
Seneca's top tooth has finally popped through.. now maybe she'll get back to her happy self.
Things are fine here.
The cramping in the evenings is not pleasant, it hurts, but I'm grateful that it has occurred thus far only after the kids are down for the night and I can take it easy.
Denten made it to Supai Village today and is having a great time. I'm really glad he went, I think he'll have a wonderful experience.
Swimming and lunch with friends today, swimming lessons and then more friends showed up this evening... we're staying busy and taken care of.
Seneca's top tooth has finally popped through.. now maybe she'll get back to her happy self.
Things are fine here.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
My thoughts
I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to start this dang thing for too long so I just did and we'll see where it goes. I wondered for a while whether to blog about this recent short-lived pregnancy and miscarriage. Upon first learning I was pregnant, we didn't want anyone to know simply because it was so early. And perhaps for the very reason that if it didn't last I didn't want to go around to all my friends and say, "uh, nevermind..." Then when we learned it was over, I suppose I wanted it quiet simply because I hadn't digested it all myself. I think there are still hidden lessons to be learned in this experience, but once it all became real to me it was strange that I hadn't shared it with those close to me.
I know not everyone is like that. Lots of you are secret-keepers and obviously have issues with me sharing details here in the public realm. I could simply say that if reading about recent events in the Robinson home bothers you, then don't read anymore. But that's rude, and I really don't feel that way. I have started to question whether I should have put it out there to begin with and if I should abandon all talk on the subject immediately. The fact is that currently this blog is serving as my journal- yep, it's pretty public, but this is where I have recorded what's happening around here. My favorite blogs to read and the ones I peruse most often are ones that I feel are "real." There is one inparticular that I really enjoy... the author writes from her soul and let's her readers in, and she writes for herself, not to please anyone else. I suppose one purpose of my blogging is to share fun things about my kids with family and friends far away, but another is to simply have a place to record my thoughts and feelings about things that are happening in my world right now.
I apologize if I have offended anyone, but I also feel that in order to speak my truth, I'm going to continue sharing what's on my mind. I admit it's not always well thought-out, incredibly tactful or presented in lavish writing style, but it's me at the moment.
On a lighter note, and to humor those of you who come here for updates on the littles...
after getting out of the bathtub tonight, I had asked Cooper a few times to please go find some underwear and pajamas. After repeating myself probably three time I still had a wild naked boy flying around and said, "oh man, this is such a bummer." Immediately he flew up the stairs while calling out, "I'm listening now, mom!" Rest assured that one thing I'm not around here is bored.
For Diane's sake: the garage was incredibly full of stuff, Denten just forgot to take the "before" photo before he cleared out the junk! and I never got a call today with HcG results... I'm taking that as a good sign. I'm sure I'll hear from them tomorrow and I'm fairly confident that this stuff is working as I am now moving to the couch in hopes of not moving again until this pain in my abdomen goes away. Good thing these kiddos are all sound asleep!
I know not everyone is like that. Lots of you are secret-keepers and obviously have issues with me sharing details here in the public realm. I could simply say that if reading about recent events in the Robinson home bothers you, then don't read anymore. But that's rude, and I really don't feel that way. I have started to question whether I should have put it out there to begin with and if I should abandon all talk on the subject immediately. The fact is that currently this blog is serving as my journal- yep, it's pretty public, but this is where I have recorded what's happening around here. My favorite blogs to read and the ones I peruse most often are ones that I feel are "real." There is one inparticular that I really enjoy... the author writes from her soul and let's her readers in, and she writes for herself, not to please anyone else. I suppose one purpose of my blogging is to share fun things about my kids with family and friends far away, but another is to simply have a place to record my thoughts and feelings about things that are happening in my world right now.
I apologize if I have offended anyone, but I also feel that in order to speak my truth, I'm going to continue sharing what's on my mind. I admit it's not always well thought-out, incredibly tactful or presented in lavish writing style, but it's me at the moment.
On a lighter note, and to humor those of you who come here for updates on the littles...
after getting out of the bathtub tonight, I had asked Cooper a few times to please go find some underwear and pajamas. After repeating myself probably three time I still had a wild naked boy flying around and said, "oh man, this is such a bummer." Immediately he flew up the stairs while calling out, "I'm listening now, mom!" Rest assured that one thing I'm not around here is bored.
For Diane's sake: the garage was incredibly full of stuff, Denten just forgot to take the "before" photo before he cleared out the junk! and I never got a call today with HcG results... I'm taking that as a good sign. I'm sure I'll hear from them tomorrow and I'm fairly confident that this stuff is working as I am now moving to the couch in hopes of not moving again until this pain in my abdomen goes away. Good thing these kiddos are all sound asleep!
A little catch-up
Memorial Day project: painting the garage... which also means cleaning out and organizing.
before
before
after
A current favorite pasttime of Seneca's
I had blood drawn today to see where my HcG levels are at. Mary, the NP said they expect that they will not have changed yet, that if they were lower already it would be a miracle.
I told her that we were in the business of miracles.
She was surprised at how well things are going thus far and said things would probably be fine if Dent wanted to go on his trip. He's headed to Havasupai with the young men in our ward this week. He has debated over and over whether to go and finally decided to make the trip and just come home a day early.
We're hanging in there, hope you are all well!
Monday, June 9, 2008
Chemo drugs? Yep.
Picking up where I left off last post...
Saturday morning I had another ultrasound to be sure that before we made any drastic moves that this indeed was a pregnancy with no viability. Confirmed. There is tissue in my left fallopian tube with a large blood clot surrounding the area. The first course of treatment is a shot of methotrexine, a chemotherapy drug used to treat cancer cells. The drug targets rapidly-multiplying cells such as cancer cells, pregnancy cells and those in the gastrointestinal track. The purpose is to attack the tissue in the tube, have it release and flush out on its own. Easy enough. The side effects are a hard hit to the GI track producing nausea, diarrhea and vomiting. Lovely. And as the pregnancy and placenta release there will be pain and cramping. Lots of it.
My nurse practitioner who is walking me through the process doesn't hold back. It will take a few days to kick in and then honey, look out. Hm. The hard part for me was trying to get a baseline of what pain is normal and expected and just needs to be sucked up and what pain is past the threshold and demands a trip to the ER. Still no clear answer on that one. Being told that it's gonna hurt, a lot, is one thing. Being told that if there is significant pain indicating a rupture is another... how do I know the difference?! I'm relying on the Spirit for this one because who knows what kind of signals my body is going to give me over the next few days. She gave me her cell number as she anticipated that the rough time is going to occur toward the end of the week and over the weekend. It's strange to have her describe this awful monster that is supposedly headed my way when I feel completely fine right now.
Saturday was fine, I felt fine, no troubles. Sunday I had two minor episodes. That's what I'm calling them. Came on suddenly, lots of cramping and nausea, I got really weak and hot and after holding very still for a while, they passed. If that's how this is going to work, we'll be ok. As long as they don't last forever we'll survive just fine. Both cases yesterday came on shortly after eating. Let me tell you about this great new weight-loss plan!! I woke up this morning with zero desire to put anything in my mouth! I finally had some toast after a little lecture from Denten about starving myself. Soup for lunch and we're doing fine so far today. Nothing major to report.
While unfortunately I was not born with the high pain threshold both of my sisters were, and could be scared out of my mind for whatever this cancer drug is going to do to my insides, I am not stressed out. I know things are going to be ok and that no one is going to die. I just feel peaceful. I'm grateful that so far the pain has been tolerable and that both times it has come, Denten has been here. Denten mentioned that this would be easier for him if we lived close to family, that he would feel more comfortable leaving me alone with the kids (he's got this fear of me passing out and everyone just here... it's not a pretty picture and it's not going to happen). I suppose that would bring a little comfort, but honestly I have complete confidence in my local support system. I've got my girls. I can call any one of them at any time and they would be here in a second. My children would be well-taken care of and everyone would be ok. I know it might be an inconvenience to them, but I'm grateful to have friends I can count on for anything.
In the meantime, life goes on. As long as my body functions at normal capacity, swimming lessons will still occur this week, Cooper will continue to learn that I am indeed serious when I say that listening the first time would serve him very well and Beckham will get over his stubborn self and have a nap eventually. And that other child of mine? She'll probably continue to charm us all with her sweet smile. They are all blessings, really.
Saturday morning I had another ultrasound to be sure that before we made any drastic moves that this indeed was a pregnancy with no viability. Confirmed. There is tissue in my left fallopian tube with a large blood clot surrounding the area. The first course of treatment is a shot of methotrexine, a chemotherapy drug used to treat cancer cells. The drug targets rapidly-multiplying cells such as cancer cells, pregnancy cells and those in the gastrointestinal track. The purpose is to attack the tissue in the tube, have it release and flush out on its own. Easy enough. The side effects are a hard hit to the GI track producing nausea, diarrhea and vomiting. Lovely. And as the pregnancy and placenta release there will be pain and cramping. Lots of it.
My nurse practitioner who is walking me through the process doesn't hold back. It will take a few days to kick in and then honey, look out. Hm. The hard part for me was trying to get a baseline of what pain is normal and expected and just needs to be sucked up and what pain is past the threshold and demands a trip to the ER. Still no clear answer on that one. Being told that it's gonna hurt, a lot, is one thing. Being told that if there is significant pain indicating a rupture is another... how do I know the difference?! I'm relying on the Spirit for this one because who knows what kind of signals my body is going to give me over the next few days. She gave me her cell number as she anticipated that the rough time is going to occur toward the end of the week and over the weekend. It's strange to have her describe this awful monster that is supposedly headed my way when I feel completely fine right now.
Saturday was fine, I felt fine, no troubles. Sunday I had two minor episodes. That's what I'm calling them. Came on suddenly, lots of cramping and nausea, I got really weak and hot and after holding very still for a while, they passed. If that's how this is going to work, we'll be ok. As long as they don't last forever we'll survive just fine. Both cases yesterday came on shortly after eating. Let me tell you about this great new weight-loss plan!! I woke up this morning with zero desire to put anything in my mouth! I finally had some toast after a little lecture from Denten about starving myself. Soup for lunch and we're doing fine so far today. Nothing major to report.
While unfortunately I was not born with the high pain threshold both of my sisters were, and could be scared out of my mind for whatever this cancer drug is going to do to my insides, I am not stressed out. I know things are going to be ok and that no one is going to die. I just feel peaceful. I'm grateful that so far the pain has been tolerable and that both times it has come, Denten has been here. Denten mentioned that this would be easier for him if we lived close to family, that he would feel more comfortable leaving me alone with the kids (he's got this fear of me passing out and everyone just here... it's not a pretty picture and it's not going to happen). I suppose that would bring a little comfort, but honestly I have complete confidence in my local support system. I've got my girls. I can call any one of them at any time and they would be here in a second. My children would be well-taken care of and everyone would be ok. I know it might be an inconvenience to them, but I'm grateful to have friends I can count on for anything.
In the meantime, life goes on. As long as my body functions at normal capacity, swimming lessons will still occur this week, Cooper will continue to learn that I am indeed serious when I say that listening the first time would serve him very well and Beckham will get over his stubborn self and have a nap eventually. And that other child of mine? She'll probably continue to charm us all with her sweet smile. They are all blessings, really.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Pregnancy, Miscarriage and then the rest
** if the discussion of female reproductive terminology bothers you in the least, feel free to find another use of your time.
We learned a few weeks ago that it is indeed possible for the two of us to conceive a child on our own. I was thrilled, Denten was floored. And a little overwhelmed. After a bit, he came around and was on board with the idea of welcoming number four in about four years. You can see the hesitation. I had had some very distinct feelings about another little spirit being in our family and while I didn't expect it to arrive so soon, I was so excited. Then the bleeding began.
I was reassured by the nurse that implantation bleeding is normal and that occasional spotting was completely routine. The trouble is that is didn't stop. I had my HCG levels checked again before I went to St. George last week just to make sure things were ok. They were rising appropriately and I was again told that things were progressing just fine. I had a wonderful weekend despite the fact that the bleeding continued. After arriving home Sunday evening I took a pregnancy test just to ease my mind. Positive. Don't doubt, don't fear. Carry on in faith. Can't tell you how many times I repeated that in my mind.
I have had my testimony of Heavenly Father's plan for me strengthened each time we have had a child join our family. Each came in such a unique way for us at just the right time and sometimes so unexpected that I know He is creating this family just the way it should be. Whatever plan I had in mind for us went out the window a long time ago and I have been fine waiting for His to unfold for me.
Monday the same. Tuesday heavier. Things were not right. Denten gave me a beautiful blessing reminding me that there is a greater plan in place for us and that this is a minor struggle that will continue to strengthen my faith for greater challenges that are to come. He blessed my body to heal and to return to functioning the way it was designed. He said a lot of wonderful things from our Father in Heaven, none giving a clear answer about the current situation.
Wednesday an ultrasound confirmed that my uterus was empty. I suspected but really wanted to be wrong. They also drew blood to make sure my HCG levels were dropping, as they should in the event of a miscarriage. I didn't really care at this point about my blood levels and therefore didn't pester the office for the results.
Friday morning I received a call saying that the blood levels had plateaued, for the last three draws. Apparently not good news. Cause for alarm in the office. Asked to come in immediately for another blood draw. Sure, no problem. Received lots of things to watch for and given instructions to go to the ER immediately if any of them became apparent. Great.
Friday evening the Dr. himself called. While it's not ever good news to have him so directly involved, I'm very grateful for the close watch of this situation by him as well as all of his staff. The blood test indicates there is still a pregnancy in there somewhere. He suspects it is ectopic, a tubal pregnancy. He again went over warning signs, wanting to avoid a tubal rupture at all costs. We went over possible treatment plans and both agreed that avoiding surgery if possible was the most desired option. He instructed me to return to the office Saturday morning to get things started.
I'll continue treatment in the next post, but want to end this one recording that at this time I feel really grateful, despite this situation. I am grateful for the realization that my body can conceive a child. I don't know if that's how the next little spirit will get here, but I'm glad that for now it's still an option. I'm grateful that my body functions in a manner that is good for me. I'm grateful that when my body realized that this pregnancy wasn't healthy for me or the fetus, it knew to terminate. I'm grateful for modern technology aka sonograms that allow us to know just what the issue is. I'm grateful to be working with a dr. and staff that know just what they are doing and consult me in formulating treatment plans. I'm grateful that this situation isn't worse than it is. Mostly this situation has made me so grateful for the sweet spirits I do have and that I have been healthy enough to enjoy and take care of them. I am especially grateful to have Denten. While I often feel he is overly concerned, that is much better than being married to someone who didn't care at all. I'm grateful that he sees the whole picture and is concerned about both my physical and emotional well-being and makes sure our children are being taken care of. I kind of feel like I'm going through this experience looking down on myself and so far I am doing just fine. I'm grateful for that.
We learned a few weeks ago that it is indeed possible for the two of us to conceive a child on our own. I was thrilled, Denten was floored. And a little overwhelmed. After a bit, he came around and was on board with the idea of welcoming number four in about four years. You can see the hesitation. I had had some very distinct feelings about another little spirit being in our family and while I didn't expect it to arrive so soon, I was so excited. Then the bleeding began.
I was reassured by the nurse that implantation bleeding is normal and that occasional spotting was completely routine. The trouble is that is didn't stop. I had my HCG levels checked again before I went to St. George last week just to make sure things were ok. They were rising appropriately and I was again told that things were progressing just fine. I had a wonderful weekend despite the fact that the bleeding continued. After arriving home Sunday evening I took a pregnancy test just to ease my mind. Positive. Don't doubt, don't fear. Carry on in faith. Can't tell you how many times I repeated that in my mind.
I have had my testimony of Heavenly Father's plan for me strengthened each time we have had a child join our family. Each came in such a unique way for us at just the right time and sometimes so unexpected that I know He is creating this family just the way it should be. Whatever plan I had in mind for us went out the window a long time ago and I have been fine waiting for His to unfold for me.
Monday the same. Tuesday heavier. Things were not right. Denten gave me a beautiful blessing reminding me that there is a greater plan in place for us and that this is a minor struggle that will continue to strengthen my faith for greater challenges that are to come. He blessed my body to heal and to return to functioning the way it was designed. He said a lot of wonderful things from our Father in Heaven, none giving a clear answer about the current situation.
Wednesday an ultrasound confirmed that my uterus was empty. I suspected but really wanted to be wrong. They also drew blood to make sure my HCG levels were dropping, as they should in the event of a miscarriage. I didn't really care at this point about my blood levels and therefore didn't pester the office for the results.
Friday morning I received a call saying that the blood levels had plateaued, for the last three draws. Apparently not good news. Cause for alarm in the office. Asked to come in immediately for another blood draw. Sure, no problem. Received lots of things to watch for and given instructions to go to the ER immediately if any of them became apparent. Great.
Friday evening the Dr. himself called. While it's not ever good news to have him so directly involved, I'm very grateful for the close watch of this situation by him as well as all of his staff. The blood test indicates there is still a pregnancy in there somewhere. He suspects it is ectopic, a tubal pregnancy. He again went over warning signs, wanting to avoid a tubal rupture at all costs. We went over possible treatment plans and both agreed that avoiding surgery if possible was the most desired option. He instructed me to return to the office Saturday morning to get things started.
I'll continue treatment in the next post, but want to end this one recording that at this time I feel really grateful, despite this situation. I am grateful for the realization that my body can conceive a child. I don't know if that's how the next little spirit will get here, but I'm glad that for now it's still an option. I'm grateful that my body functions in a manner that is good for me. I'm grateful that when my body realized that this pregnancy wasn't healthy for me or the fetus, it knew to terminate. I'm grateful for modern technology aka sonograms that allow us to know just what the issue is. I'm grateful to be working with a dr. and staff that know just what they are doing and consult me in formulating treatment plans. I'm grateful that this situation isn't worse than it is. Mostly this situation has made me so grateful for the sweet spirits I do have and that I have been healthy enough to enjoy and take care of them. I am especially grateful to have Denten. While I often feel he is overly concerned, that is much better than being married to someone who didn't care at all. I'm grateful that he sees the whole picture and is concerned about both my physical and emotional well-being and makes sure our children are being taken care of. I kind of feel like I'm going through this experience looking down on myself and so far I am doing just fine. I'm grateful for that.
Zero Tolerance
I've got stuff to blog about, but I need my thoughts on the subject to be a little more organized before I begin. There's a lot to record and I want to do it in a way that I will remember the things I am grateful for as we go through this experience, so as my brain clears, I'll begin recording this new journey.
In the meantime, it seems life goes on...and in that life Cooper has decided that he is king of the house, well, in his words, he is the boss. The sass and backtalk are at an all-time high and therefore the zero tolerance policy has been firmly put in place. Coop is not happy about it. I have been much to lenient in giving warning after warning before implementing any discipline and therefore find myself repeating the same words over and over. Now I speak once and if there isn't a reaction, it is such a bummer. So sad. Immediate time outs. The stair, the bedroom, the garage, really, whatever I'm up for at the moment. The goal is listening the first time, which my mother will think is a little too much to expect, but I know he is capable of. There is the occasional obedience followed by, "mom, I listened!" Gee, let's celebrate.
So as we begin a new week, which is most likely going to a little rough, here's to hoping that this brilliant child of mine catches on quick!
In the meantime, it seems life goes on...and in that life Cooper has decided that he is king of the house, well, in his words, he is the boss. The sass and backtalk are at an all-time high and therefore the zero tolerance policy has been firmly put in place. Coop is not happy about it. I have been much to lenient in giving warning after warning before implementing any discipline and therefore find myself repeating the same words over and over. Now I speak once and if there isn't a reaction, it is such a bummer. So sad. Immediate time outs. The stair, the bedroom, the garage, really, whatever I'm up for at the moment. The goal is listening the first time, which my mother will think is a little too much to expect, but I know he is capable of. There is the occasional obedience followed by, "mom, I listened!" Gee, let's celebrate.
So as we begin a new week, which is most likely going to a little rough, here's to hoping that this brilliant child of mine catches on quick!
Friday, June 6, 2008
My life: swimming lessons
The first week of swimming lessons are over. We are doing two weeks at a public pool before we move to more intimate lessons at a private pool.
I'm so grateful that Cooper did not exhibit the fear factor this year. Perhaps it was exposure to the pool before lessons or maybe he's just a little older, but it was so fun to have him excited to meet his teacher, new friends and most importantly wear his goggles. They seem to be a superpower of sorts. It's amazing the things he's suddenly able to do once he has his "oggles" on. This initial class is moving slowly for him, I know he's capable of more, but it's a nice introduction to swimming and it's fun to see him succeed at everything he's trying.
While he has been in his swim class I have been in a parent/child class with Seneca. Well, the term class is used very loosely. Mostly it's a bunch of moms holding babies wandering around in the water taking baby talk, trying to blow bubbles and occasionally dunking their children. At only $12 for two weeks, I can't call it a complete waste, but I don't feel the need to repeat the experience. The last few days Senny and I meandered to the shallow end where she can sit and splash and crawl around at her leisure. She's a big fan of that as am I.
As for the pool experience as a whole, I must say that public pools in Phoenix have a bit of their own culture. When I leave the bubble of my white friends in the baby class and wander to the "public" side of the pool, I am very white. Literally. Seneca fits in a little better but my white bod is definately out of place. The little black bodies running around everywhere are darling, especially the ones that stop to admire and talk to senny. "oh, she's beautiful!" "she's just cute as a little bug, isn't she?!" "oh, a baby! oh, she's so happy, she has gorgeous eyes" and on and on. I'm guessing her admirerers are around 12 years old and would smother Seneca with affection if given the chance. She's a hit wherever we go, but this was a new level of love!
All in all, it was a fun week at the pool and major kudos to Rachel for loving Beckham each day while we played at swimming lessons!
I'm so grateful that Cooper did not exhibit the fear factor this year. Perhaps it was exposure to the pool before lessons or maybe he's just a little older, but it was so fun to have him excited to meet his teacher, new friends and most importantly wear his goggles. They seem to be a superpower of sorts. It's amazing the things he's suddenly able to do once he has his "oggles" on. This initial class is moving slowly for him, I know he's capable of more, but it's a nice introduction to swimming and it's fun to see him succeed at everything he's trying.
While he has been in his swim class I have been in a parent/child class with Seneca. Well, the term class is used very loosely. Mostly it's a bunch of moms holding babies wandering around in the water taking baby talk, trying to blow bubbles and occasionally dunking their children. At only $12 for two weeks, I can't call it a complete waste, but I don't feel the need to repeat the experience. The last few days Senny and I meandered to the shallow end where she can sit and splash and crawl around at her leisure. She's a big fan of that as am I.
As for the pool experience as a whole, I must say that public pools in Phoenix have a bit of their own culture. When I leave the bubble of my white friends in the baby class and wander to the "public" side of the pool, I am very white. Literally. Seneca fits in a little better but my white bod is definately out of place. The little black bodies running around everywhere are darling, especially the ones that stop to admire and talk to senny. "oh, she's beautiful!" "she's just cute as a little bug, isn't she?!" "oh, a baby! oh, she's so happy, she has gorgeous eyes" and on and on. I'm guessing her admirerers are around 12 years old and would smother Seneca with affection if given the chance. She's a hit wherever we go, but this was a new level of love!
All in all, it was a fun week at the pool and major kudos to Rachel for loving Beckham each day while we played at swimming lessons!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Solitary Weekend
I spent last weekend in St. George all by myself. I honestly can't remember the last time I was completely on my own for three consecutive days. Road trips are a very different experience when there are no diapers, bottles, children's movies or music... it was strange to choose what I listened to, where I ate, when I did what without consulting anyone or taking anyone else's schedule into consideration. I missed Denten occasionally simply because he's a great conversationalist, at least for me, but otherwise, I relished in the solitude.
I spent the majority of Friday and Saturday in a training seminar learning about energy therapy. It is a topic I've been studying on my own for a while now and was excited to take the opportunity to learn a little more about Carolyn's modality and how she works. It was completely worth any inconvenience; I interacted with wonderful people and engaged in inspiring activities. I have had this work help create quite a few miracles in my own family and with others I'm close to and am looking forward to continuing to bless lives using spiritual gifts from Heavenly Father.
The seminar was held at the Red Mountain Spa up near Snow Canyon. It was breathtaking to me. The strength of the red rocks combined with the clear blue sky and vibrant green vegitation was very renewing for me. I just felt like I needed to breathe deeply every time I looked around. It felt cleansing and healthy and made me decide to find more about where I live to be grateful for. I want to walk out of my house and feel that same sense of beauty and awe... I'm working on it.
Aside from the training, I enjoyed my alone time by taking advantage of the fact that I was "unattached." I had a great and much-needed pedicure at a cute little day spa in St. George. I visited the resort spa for a scrub and massage, where I stumped the massage therapist with all the knots in my shoulders and neck... hmm... perhaps they originated from carrying babies, laundry, groceries, toys and bags and other motherhood essentials around all the time??
I ate at a few places that Denten wouldn't set foot in unless the world was coming to an end. Usually I don't really care where we eat, there are plenty of places we both enjoy, but since I was all by myself? I took advantage. I also enjoyed a much anticipated chick flick all by my lonesome. Well, popcorn and jr. mints were present. I expected to like it, but not as much as I actually did. I found myself crying as well as laughing my head off. It was really fun.
I had a quick and easy drive home to sweet faces waiting for me. I'm very grateful to Dianna for taking time to come be here with my family while I was gone. I'm grateful to Denten for supporting my desire to get away for a few days and for my little ones and the joy they bring me every day. It was a fabulous weekend- I'm grateful that until next time, I get to be here, because my home is a pretty great place to be.
I spent the majority of Friday and Saturday in a training seminar learning about energy therapy. It is a topic I've been studying on my own for a while now and was excited to take the opportunity to learn a little more about Carolyn's modality and how she works. It was completely worth any inconvenience; I interacted with wonderful people and engaged in inspiring activities. I have had this work help create quite a few miracles in my own family and with others I'm close to and am looking forward to continuing to bless lives using spiritual gifts from Heavenly Father.
The seminar was held at the Red Mountain Spa up near Snow Canyon. It was breathtaking to me. The strength of the red rocks combined with the clear blue sky and vibrant green vegitation was very renewing for me. I just felt like I needed to breathe deeply every time I looked around. It felt cleansing and healthy and made me decide to find more about where I live to be grateful for. I want to walk out of my house and feel that same sense of beauty and awe... I'm working on it.
Aside from the training, I enjoyed my alone time by taking advantage of the fact that I was "unattached." I had a great and much-needed pedicure at a cute little day spa in St. George. I visited the resort spa for a scrub and massage, where I stumped the massage therapist with all the knots in my shoulders and neck... hmm... perhaps they originated from carrying babies, laundry, groceries, toys and bags and other motherhood essentials around all the time??
I ate at a few places that Denten wouldn't set foot in unless the world was coming to an end. Usually I don't really care where we eat, there are plenty of places we both enjoy, but since I was all by myself? I took advantage. I also enjoyed a much anticipated chick flick all by my lonesome. Well, popcorn and jr. mints were present. I expected to like it, but not as much as I actually did. I found myself crying as well as laughing my head off. It was really fun.
I had a quick and easy drive home to sweet faces waiting for me. I'm very grateful to Dianna for taking time to come be here with my family while I was gone. I'm grateful to Denten for supporting my desire to get away for a few days and for my little ones and the joy they bring me every day. It was a fabulous weekend- I'm grateful that until next time, I get to be here, because my home is a pretty great place to be.
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