31 December 2009

2009 Year in Review

I think I will safely say that 2009 was a good year for our family. I'm looking forward to what 2010 brings as well.

To start, we found out our long awaited little baby was going to be a BOY!
We went to Hawaii for super cheap with a week's notice...and we had a great time.
We took some cute family pictures, courtesy of my brother.
We played in the snow!
I went to Vegas with blogging buddies and had an awesome time getting to know them all.
I got tired of being pregnant (even though I was very grateful to be pregnant) and always trying to be positive especially when I was in pain.
We lost Red Fish but a few weeks later, got Stanley.
I had a BABY and we named him thanks to the iPhone.
I washed my iPhone, it died, then came back to life, then died a permanent death.
T-Bone and I went to Wicked.
Big Sister started Kindergarten.
I ate lots of yummy things for my birthday.
I learned how to crochet.
We had Christmas and lastly Big Sister had lots of funny things to say.

I hope that 2009 was good to your family and 2010 is even better! Happy New Year!

28 December 2009

Christmas Wrap-up

Did you all have a good Christmas? I hope so. Ours was perfect as far as I am concerned. In the past 7 years every Christmas Eve we have driven 2 plus hours to T-Bone's Grandpa's house in L.A. We sit there amid tons of chatter and people we don't ever see and mostly who have absolutely no relation to me (T-Bone's Grandpa was married for 10 years and his wife died and these are her children) for two hours and then drive back home. We never get home earlier than 9:30 or 10pm. Did I mention he has 3 dogs and a cat and furniture that has been there for 40+ years? A disaster for someone with pet and dust allergies.

I hate it.

His Grandpa can't hear and is 93 or something so the actual purpose of the visit--to visit with him--is washed up in all the other stuff. We never get to actually spend time or have a conversation with him.

Well this year we didn't go. They are doing renovations on the house and T-Bone's aunt, who lives there recently had surgery so the house and hostess wasn't prepared for a 30 or so person party. Instead we went on Saturday. It was so nice to have an actual conversation with Grandpa and learn something about him. The drive still sucked but at least the visit made up for it.

So instead on Christmas Eve Big Sister and I made cookies in the morning for Santa and then decorated them. After T-Bone got home from work around 2 we did some last minute shopping and then Skyped with my brother and niece and then my sister and her kids. After dinner we just relaxed for the evening. I can't even remember what we had for dinner. I got to read 'Twas the Night Before Christmas and the Christmas Story in the Bible to Big Sister. I haven't done that once since we've been married. Big Sister was so excited for Santa to come that she went to bed at 7. She kept talking about how if she heard his sleigh she was going jump out of bed so that she could see Santa in real life. She even opened the blinds in her bedroom about 9 inches so that she could look out the window if she heard anything. It was so fun to see the magic of Christmas alive in her. She sort of got the idea of Santa last year but this year it was so much more. T-Bone and I tried to watch It's a Wonderful Life but I passed out and went to bed, I was too tired. Mr. Smiley has been teething and just not sleeping well so I went to bed early. I'm pretty sure T-Bone watched the whole thing though.

And that brings us to Christmas morning. It was perfect. Big Sister woke up about 6:30 which is normal so it wasn't too rough getting up. She ran in the living room and then ran back and yelled, "Santa came!" I didn't want this year to be super fast opening presents and so we took our time opening them and playing with them before we went on to the next present. It still only took an hour or so but that's okay. We got lots of things, including a Wii with a couple games. This also was the first official year that Big Sister picked out gifts for each of us on her own. I really want her to understand that gift giving is about what the other person wants, not what you want. So far she has only really given gifts to her friends so she hasn't had to think about what they want. If she likes it then she gives it to them. But this year we gave her some ideas and then each parent took her shopping. She really wanted to give me a Snuggie so that's what I got, and she gave her Daddy a tie. T-Bone gave me a big rectangle griddle/grill so we had french toast and bacon for breakfast and then we just hung out. We didn't get out of our jammies all day in fact. We set up the Wii and played around on that, played with Big Sister's toys and books and just relaxed. The Charger game came on in the afternoon so we watched that with my Dad and his wife and then had hamburgers for dinner. Go Chargers!

This year has been good to our family (I'll do a 2009 recap next) and Christmas was happy because of it. I'm so grateful for the time to remember my Savior and his birth. I love that we remember the greatest of all the gifts of God which is eternal life that he gave to us. I try to renew my faith and diligence to try to give back as much as I can through my obedience of his commandments. Merry Christmas!

And some pictures...


Yes, that was our tree. It has been on the side table next to our couch but I thought we should bring it out to the middle for Christmas.
A sweet automatic toothpaste dispenser and orange ball. Santa knows Big Sister's favorite color
T-Bone always looks wasted in pictures. He's modeling his new golf shirts. Both of them. And the hit of Christmas--a lip gloss tray. She has not stopped putting lip gloss on for 3 days.


Mr. Smiley put a piece of paper in his mouth that had blue marker all over it


And a few more gifts

20 December 2009

So much better!

Thank you so much for all your help! I figured out--thanks to you guys--that I wasn't crocheting in the chain stitches and the end of the row. So now it's straight! It still doesn't look all that fantastic but at least the edges are mostly straight. Thanks again!


And here is the finished product.


18 December 2009

Real Life Crocheting Help



Hey all you crafty ladies out there I need some help. So at the beginning of this week I decided I was going to learn how to crochet. (Why do I always want to say crochety when I read that--like a crochety old lady? Anyway, moving on...) I found some videos on line and got some hooks. I have the basics down like the chain, single crochet and double crochet. I'm starting to get familiar with patterns, but they are still a lot of gibberish but I think I'm making headway.

What I am not making headway with is making my projects square! I cannot seem to figure out how to end each row so that it's straight. I've looked on line and there aren't really any "tip" sites about crochet, just info on how to do the basic stitches. So can anyone help me? What do I need to know when I'm ending a row so that it looks straight. Oh I should say I can make a square when it is just single crochet, but this pattern I've been doing is a little different. This is what it looks like so far....

Nothing like the picture.
Help!

15 December 2009

Why

Why do I think it's a good idea to stay up until 11:30 playing worthless games on my iPhone when I know that I'm going to get woken up in a couple hours?

Why is it that when I really want Mr. Smiley to have a good nights sleep, he doesn't?

Why is it that when I want Mr. Smiley to take a long nap he doesn't and when I expect him to sleep a short time he ends up taking a long nap?

Why is it that in a room full of acceptable toys Mr. Smiley will find the one forbidden thing I forgot to put out of his reach?

Why is it that Big Sister will fight me to put in a sweatshirt when it's cold outside but when it warm she will be dressed with her hat, scarf and gloves?

Why is it that Big Sister will have a closet full of toys and games but have "nothing to do"?

Why is it when I'm frustrated at Mr. Smiley for not falling asleep in the middle of the night that he smiles that huge smile and gives me a giggle so it's impossible to not be happy? (I'm thinking that's a survival technique).

Why is it that so much of my life revolves around sleep or lack of it?

11 December 2009

Out of the mouth of Big Sister

Here are some recent gems from the mouth of Big Sister:

Right after starting Kindergarten
Big Sister: I'm almost going to be in first grade, but I'm not. But I am.

BS: Grandpa can I zerbet your tummy?
G: Sure! (Lifts up his shirt to reveal a very hairy belly)
BS: Ugh, never mind your tummy is too furry!

BS tripped and fell on the way to school
Me: are you ok? What did you hit?
BS: the ground

BS: I didn't even toot at school. My bum was sleeping.

T-Bone: What's greatest threat to America? (Referring to Stephen Colbert)
BS not missing a beat: What's the greatest recipe in the universe?
T-B: Bears?
BS: no hot dogs!

At the star party at school
BS: I can't see anything. I can't even see that truck.

On her birthday knocking on the bathroom door
Dad: Who is it?
Big Sister: It's Big Sister. The 5 year old. The one that's having a birthday.

Speaking of an owie on her arm
BS: Dad, look at this junk.

10 December 2009

Stay at Home Mom vs. House Wife

A couple days ago T-Bone and I were talking about some friends of ours. We were talking about self-employment versus working for the "man" and that sometimes it's just more realistic to buckle down and get a job rather than think you can make it in the self employed realm. Let me get this out right now that I think self employment is a wonderful venture. I know many people who succeed at this and I'm happy for them. But there are also those who don't succeed. They fall victim to those businesses that are multi-level marketing scams but market themselves as not scams. Then they brainwash these people into believing they can make tons of money off the merits of other people. The thing is it usually takes years to make tons of money and you have to work really hard. Okay, blah, blah, blah, that's not what this post is about. I just wanted to say I have nothing against those that want to be self employed or those that want to work for the "man" either. Just support your family. That's all I'm saying.

Anyway, moving on. So we were talking and I commented to T-Bone that I wanted to work when our kids got older. I find great satisfaction in working. I take full pride in the fact that my job--although non-paying--right now is to take care of our home and take care of our children. I love my job. It is frustrating at times. Like last night at midnight when I heard a strange whisper at the other side of my bed from a certain five year old asking for ice and water which she already had in her bed. Because of that conversation, me, my husband and the very light sleeping 6 1/2 month old who shares our room were all now awake. In the middle of the night. While feeding said 6 1/2 month old and trying to get him back to sleep I was having a really hard time not being angry. But I still love my job.

I love that Big Sister needs me to cuddle with her because she just stubbed her toe. I love that Mr. Smiley makes my day every day with his contagious laugh and smiles. I love the satisfaction that I get from knowing that I am teaching my children how to be good people. I just hope that those teachings play out when they are older. I realize that my job as a Mother is the most important job because I am raising the future leaders of the world.

But I won't always need to be home. When they are older I want to work. I don't want to be a housewife. So finally after all that I come to my point. I have an acquaintance who once she was married stopped working. They didn't have kids for a couple years into their marriage, but she never worked. I thought that was interesting. Neither good, nor bad, just interesting. I want to be busy but not too busy. I don't think I'd want to work full time, but I know I don't want to be at home all day. I was thinking today that working part time in a yarn store or something like that would suit me just fine. I'm sure I could find things to occupy my time if I wanted to, but I like the idea of going back to work. It gives me a sense of self worth. And I'm not talking about monetary worth, either. I like looking back at my day and being able to say I accomplished something that day. Right now it's that the house is not a complete disaster by the end of the day but when I'm older and don't have small children to care for I want to accomplish other things.

**So what about you....are you, have you been, or do you want to be a housewife? Are you a stay at home mom? What are your feelings on the subject?**

09 December 2009


Hello! For those of you wondering, I'm not dead. I just have a hard time blogging these days for some reason. You know how you think of things to say while you're say, in the shower, and then after you get ready and actually sit down at the computer, nothing is in your brain anymore? Yeah, that's me. Or maybe it's the 6 1/2 month old little guy that keeps me busy all day. I finally got some time last week to organize my papers and file some things away and I realized that I hadn't filed anything since April. That's before Mr. Smiley was born. So it's not just here that I'm behind. It's my whole life. I see papers stacking up in the kitchen. Piles and piles of mail and books. Big Sister brings home so much stuff from school that sometimes I feel so smothered by that. After the kids go to bed all I can manage is to collapse on the couch and watch whatever junk is on TV. I didn't think I'd ever get to this point. I normally am a very organized person. It's a good thing I have my calendar and my shopping list on my phone or I'd probably forget so many other things!

But today I was determined not to let those thoughts from the shower go anywhere except the computer and I thought I'd drop in and give a little update.

First of all, Happy Halloween! Yeah, I'm that far behind...T-Bone was an outlaw for Halloween with his authentic stache so I decided to be his hussie and dress up as a saloon girl. It was really fun. Big Sister was Belle again and Mr. Smiley was a luchador (Nacho Libre style) We were awesome if I do say so myself.

I'm not really sure what happened in November...I guess I'll skip to Thanksgiving! Wohoo, two months down! Instead of driving out to Arizona for Thanksgiving we went and hung out at the beach campgrounds with some friends. The deep fried and barbecued turkeys were yummy! The weather was gorgeous too. I love San Diego in November. The sky is clear, the weather isn't too freezing--usually--and the air has that crisp, fall feeling in it.

So that bring us to December. Man I am zooming. Why didn't I do this months ago? Big Sister turned 5!! It's nuts to think that I have a 5 year old. She had a fun birthday with a couple friends and mostly grandparents. She wanted chocolate cupcakes with white frosting and blue jello with sprinkles on top. Not sure where she got the idea to put jello on cupcakes, but I happily obliged. I made jello jiggler stars and put them on top. True to her personality she didn't like the jello too much but that's okay. Sometimes you have to try things. We were going to go bowling but all the lanes were taken up by leagues. It was pretty annoying that the leagues would completely monopolize the bowling alley during the week. That doesn't make much sense. So instead we went to Chuck E Cheese with Big Sister and her friend. They had fun getting tickets to spend on cheaper than dollar store prizes so it was worth it. Happy Birthday Big Sister!

I tell you what, birthdays stress me out. I think about all these other moms who throw huge birthday parties for their kids and I just don't know how they do it. We went to one of Big Sister's friend's parties a couple weeks ago and there were 20 kids there. It was at the park so there was room for everyone to run around and play, but that is just too much stress for me. I told Big Sister she could invite one friend over to bowl and that turned into two. No big deal, I can handle a 3 kid birthday party. Then my mom, my dad and his wife, and T-Bone's parents came too. That made 11 people altogether. I was so glad when it was over. Not that I don't like spending time with all of them, I'm just one of those small crowd people. I also think it has to do with the fact that her parties are always in our apartment since the weather is so unpredictable in December and everyone's schedules are so jam packed our days to do a party are limited. I'm looking forward to the day where we can have a party in our backyard and there's room for a bunch of kids to run around.

So that's what's going on in Big Sister's life. Now for the little one, Mr. Smiley. He turned 6 months the day before Thanksgiving. He truly is a little one just tipping the scales at 16 1/2 pounds and 26 inches long. That puts him in the 35th percentile for both. Big Sister was always--and still is--in the 75th-90th percentiles. I hope she's not taller than him! He is such a sweetheart. He loves to be held and just walk around with me but he also really enjoys being on the floor checking things out. He is a very intense thinker, you can really see him concentrating. And he will play with one toy for a long time. It's such a change from Big Sister who still is bored within minutes of things. He rolled when he was 4 1/2 months-ish and once he figured he could move he was unstoppable. It wasn't long before he was a rolling machine. He would go the whole length of the living room just because he could. Then he started scooting around and that didn't last very long. Last Thursday--a whole week before he was 6 1/2 months he crawled. (Big Sister crawled at 6 1/2 months) So after a week of practicing, he's getting pretty good. I shake my head at him every time because I was so not ready for that. It wasn't until a couple weeks ago that he would even sit. He still doesn't sit by himself for very long, he just wants to be on the move. He also loves to laugh! He is such a giggler and smiler. He makes my day, every day.

Well I guess that pretty much brings us up to speed. And perfect timing too, because I just heard Mr. Smiley getting up from his nap. Life is good. Catch ya later!

**Oh and there are lots of pictures that I've taken over the last few months but I hate how Blogger makes you upload them so they're all on Facebook. If you know my real name, go ahead and add me--if you haven't already--otherwise, you're out of luck. I'm not that motivated to post them here.**

12 November 2009

Check it out!

So I'm totally not a girly-girl and neither is my daughter (who shall henceforth be named Big Sister, instead of Boogers). I never put headbands in her hair when she was a baby and she rarely likes her hair done today. Maybe that's because I never did it when she was a baby. Hmmm..

But who doesn't like a sweet give-a-way! My step-sister, Lindsay has an Etsy shop and her and her sister make adorable hair clips and headbands. If I ever have another kid and it happens to be a girl, I just might use them this time. And even if you are not planning on having any more babies, they make great gifts!

So go check out Lindsay's blog at Banner Boutique for the give-a-way!

02 November 2009

Boring

Well I decided to get my butt in gear and write a post about something but halfway through I got bored with my own story-and that's never a good sign-so that will have to wait awhile.

In the meantime, here are some recent pictures. Enjoy!







15 October 2009

October 15th


As I sit here holding my precious son, I can't help but have tears on this day. Tears of pain and loss at what never came to be and tears of pure joy at what I've been given. Today I remember those children that never joined our family but will live forever in my heart.

01 October 2009

Conquering Half Dome

This was originally posted back in April 2008. I am reposting it because I am submitting this post as my entry in the October Write-Away Contest at Scribbit.

Yosemite has to be one of my all time favorite places--right up there with the Big Sur coast and North Shore, Oahu. The first time I visited Yosemite was about 11 years ago. My family--with the exception of my sister who was on her mission in Spain--and another family from my home town took a vacation there. We went in August and our plan was to backpack throughout the valley. There were so many fun memories of that trip. I remember the stunning beauty of the sheer cliffs and waterfalls while backpacking for the first time in my life.

But mostly I remember Half Dome.

On our first day we hiked from Glacier Point to Lower Yosemite Valley and set up camp. The next day we had planned to try our luck hiking the back side of Half Dome.

The only way I can describe Half Dome is sheer madness. If you haven't been to the backside of Half Dome, it looks like the front--solid rock. There are metal stakes every 10 feet or so up the side of the mountain with wood planks to help you up and cables to hold on to. If I had known what would happen at the top I might not have gone up--or maybe I still would.

Going up was strenuous but not difficult. I had graduated High School a couple years back and was still in great shape from swimming and jogging. Finally I got to the top and it was exhilarating. It was like I was at the top of the world. The rock is fairly at the top flat so I could walk to all sides and see the vast landscape that makes up Yosemite Valley and beyond. The view was spectacular.

After taking in the sights and resting for a while we decided to head back down. I was with my mom and the father of the other family, Lee. My brother and Lee's sons had taken off down the cliff already--practically running.

I started down the side holding to onto the cables with my hands and meticulously placing my feet so that I wouldn't slip. I went down a few feet and then I go to the "drop-off." That's as far as I got.

I was absolutely positively frozen in place. You know when people say in their dreams that they try to run but their legs won't move? That's how it was. I was frozen to that side of the mountain and there was nothing that was going to make me move. I had never been so afraid before in my life. Somehow I neglected to connect my fear of heights with climbing up and down this cliff. After scaling down those initial few feet it was like I was stepping off into nothing. The cliff went straight down I don't know how many hundred feet and all I could see was the people looking like little ants at the bottom. Not to mention if I looked straight ahead I was at the same level as some high peaks in the distance.

So I stood there rooted in place by my fear with my mom and Lee next to me. I won't even get into the crying I was doing. I'm sure the people climbing up to get to the top thought I was the weirdest person they had ever seen. Finally after at least 15 minutes of coaxing I decided to take that first step--backwards. I figured if I didn't look down at the vastness it might make it easier to get down. I just stared at my feet as I inched slowly down the hill with Lee and my mom close by my side.

Miraculously I made it back to the bottom of the cliff and collapsed against the rock to compose myself. I don't think I will ever be able to forget how I felt on that cliff. One thing I was able to forget though was my fear of heights. After calming down at the bottom of the rock I realized what I done. I had successfully overcome complete fear and made it down to the bottom of Half Dome. Before hiking up the back of that giant rock I was afraid of heights. After getting to the bottom I had conquered my fear. Knowing that I had just climbed up and down that huge sheer cliff was such a rush. It wasn't until a few months later when I was atop a tall bridge looking down. Nowhere was that panicky, short of breath feeling that I used to get when I was up high. I guess I got it all out at the top of Half Dome. I love that I conquered such a huge fear that I had. I haven't been afraid of heights since.

24 September 2009

Comparison

When Mr. Smiley was born we could not believe how much he looked like Boogers. As he's gotten older he has changed a lot so I thought it would be fun to see how much they look alike now.


At birth


8 days & 15 days


About 6 weeks


Almost 3 months


4 months

So they started out looking a lot alike, then not so much. But now I think they really look alike again. It will be fun to see how they grow up. I have the cutest kids.

21 September 2009

It's my birthday and I'll eat if I want to

Earlier this summer my friend Brooke had her birthday. She came to the pool day our playgroup had with a burrito from Rubio's that she proudly proclaimed was free. She had signed up for some local restaurant's Birthday Clubs and was reaping the rewards.

So a month or so ago I signed up for the restaurant's birthday lists too. I was pretty bummed though because all their websites said that you can get free food only on your birthday. Well my birthday is on Sunday this year so I thought I was going to miss out on all the yummy free food--not to mention free day at Disneyland too. Plus who can eat all that food on one day? Then I got a surprise in my email box today. All of the restaurants had sent me their coupons and lo and behold I have until October 4th to use most of them! So my plan is to drop Boogers off at school every day and then head out and treat myself to lunch at Red Robin, Rubio's, and Noodles & Company. Then to dessert at Boudin and Pat & Oscar's.

It's going to be a good week. Happy Birthday to me!

11 September 2009

On This Day

I didn't know what I was going to post today until a few mintues ago. I didn't want to do the same ol', same ol'. I wanted today's post--if I posted anything--to mean something.

I grew up in a very patriotic home. My parents have a deep love for this country and they passed that love on to me. I grew to appreciate the sacrifice that had been made so I could have the freedoms I had. We went on a vacation when I was in High School to Gettysburg and my love for America deepened as I saw proof of that sacrifice. I truly believe America is a blessed land.

Eight years ago when the planes hit the Twin Towers I was glued to the TV all day. It was devastating. I couldn't understand how some people could hate this country so much.

I plan on sharing my love for America with my children. Boogers has grown up listening to the Star Spangled Banner and has even picked up a few words of the song. My heart just swells when she sings it. So imagine my pride and excitement when this morning, with no prompting from me my sweet daughter starts reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. She had it nearly memorized after only 8 days of reciting it in Kindergarten. Now, I know she has no idea what allegiance, or Republic, or Nation means but I plan on teaching her. I hope that she can grow to love The United States of America as much as I do.

I will never forget how I felt this day 8 years ago. I will never forget the sacrifices that were made that day. I will never forget the heroes that lived and died that day.

God Bless America!

video

05 September 2009

The Sound of Your Voice


I love that song. (Sorry if the video is out of sync with the song. It didn't used to be) Anyway, I've been thinking lately. Again. I know, all this deep thinking is way out of character for me. But hey it's happening so I thought I should at least record it for posterity's sake, ya know?

So I was thinking about how I talk to my sweet daughter, Boogers. Anyone who knows her knows that she can be kind of in your face, loud, very talkative and extremely inquisitive. Her favorite words and phrases are, "Why, Mom?" "What are you doing, Mom?" "Why are you doing that?" "What did you say to (insert person's name)?" A month or so ago we were driving to my sister's house 2 hours away. The radio doesn't work in our car and my cell phone was dead so all we had was ourselves to keep us occupied. Boogers sang and chatted non-stop for over an hour. I'm not talking saying something then a break for a bit and then starting up again. It was non-stop. I didn't know someone's mouth could move for that long. She must have amazing muscular structure in her jaw. Sometimes all the questions and the never-ending chatter can get, well let's just lay it all out there and say sometimes it just gets plain annoying.

I have found myself falling into the pattern of using harsher tones of voice than necessary to talk to her. My fuse has been shorter than it needed to be. Lately I've really tried to stop that. I don't want her to look back at her childhood and remember her mom being annoyed with her all the time. Plus I want her to be happy now. I noticed that when I used harsh tones her countenance would change and frankly mine too. If I snapped at her then I was more likely to snap at her the next time I asked her to do something or stop doing something. Like I said in my last post, I want our home to be a place of refuge from the world. Somewhere that she can go after a long day at school and possibly after interacting with some not so nice kids and feel safe. So this week I tried an experiment.

I changed the way I spoke to her. I can't say I've really changed the words I use very much, but just the tone of voice. "Go brush your teeth!" turned into "Boogers, it's time to go brush your teeth, please." or something to that effect. And you know what? It's actually working. She has become such a better listener the last few days than ever before. Not only is she behaving better, but both of us are happier. There isn't any more sulking and pouting (well that hasn't gone away completely but it's not heaven here) or hurt feelings from her. Plus I find that if I use a happier tone of voice, I am most likely to continue to use that tone of voice. Like I said, I haven't really changed what I say, just how I say it. I have discovered that the sound of my voice has such an effect on our home-for good and for bad.

Maybe it's just coincidence but I'm hoping it's not.

02 September 2009

01 September 2009

Overheard in our house

Boogers is full of great quotes lately and these are some of the gems her little brain comes up with.

I told her were going to get churros from Costco and she asked me what it was. I told her it was like a long round donut with cinnamon and sugar. She thought about that for a bit and then said, "Churros are like rolled up burrito cinnamon toast."

B: When I grow up I want to be a doctor, a train conductor, an airplane pilot, a farmer and a builder.
I hope you can do all those things.

There's a lot of breast feeding going on in our house so Boogers has been known to "feed" her dolly too. Her name is Pinch.
B: Pinch drinks soda from my boob, milk from my boob, water from my boob and potato lemon juice. She loves potato lemon juice.
O-kay...

I put in a DVD and it didn't work.
B: Maybe it has a big crap on it.
Me trying to conceal laughter
M: Do you mean a big crack?
B: No crap, that's what Daddy says.
M: Oh you mean it has a LOT of crap on it, like it's dirty?
B: Yes
Okay, BIG difference!

B: I'm going to serve my mission in Kazakhstan and Mr. Smiley is going to Quebec.
She picked Kazakhstan because it was a pink country

B: When you leave raisins out in the sun they turn into grape nuts.
So that's where grape nuts come from!

Last Sunday-B: Is today Fast Sunday*?
M: No
B: Is it Slow Sunday?
Uh, I guess so...

I love the way a 4 year old mind works!

**In our church we set aside the first Sunday of the month and don't eat for two meals. We give the money we saved on those two meals to the poor.

31 August 2009

And She's Off


Two hours ago I dropped my first born off at her first day of Kindergarten. I only cried a little bit.

She has always been a well-adjusted and did not disappoint today.

She was awake before 6am this morning and dressed with her shoes on by 7:30. She had her backpack and her lunch box for her snack ready. She could not wait. She has been looking forward to this day for months. Probably even since last year. I'm not sure why she has been so excited for Kindergarten, but none the less has been. It seems like she's been looking forward to it since her last birthday. She turned 4 but the next day couldn't wait to turn 5.

Last night T-Bone gave her a Father's blessing. I loved these as a child growing up. Each year we would gather in the living room so my Dad could give us a blessing before the start of the school year. I always felt so much more prepared and ready to tackle the challenges that school gave me after the blessing. I hope Boogers feels the power that the Priesthood can be in her life.

Every few minutes she would ask me if it was time to go yet. I kept telling her, "Not until 11:30." A few minutes later, "What time do we leave again, Mom?"

Finally 11:30 came, T-Bone got home just in time, and we took off up the hill to the school. She loves to walk so we walked. But oh my it was hot! We were all sweating by the time we got up there. Then we had to wait outside the gates in the blazing heat and we sweated more.

Boogers was looking a little nervous even though she didn't say she was while we were waiting. We took a couple pictures to memorialize the day and finally they opened the gates. The kids have to wait at the gate for someone to come and escort them to their teachers so T-Bone took her. It was a little chaotic--as I'm sure all first days are--but it was finally her turn. I think she was a little unsure of what was going on until she saw her teacher and then her eyes just lit up! (We met her teacher last Thursday). She immediately held up her Barbie lunch box to show her and then turned around to show off her Hello Kitty backpack. Then she waited patiently in line for the rest of the kids. When they brought them by the gate to go to their classrooms she smiled and waved and was off.

I only shed a couple tears. I'm not one to be sad when my kids grow up, I know that it has to happen. But I wonder how she will do. I wonder what kind of influence the other kids and school will have on her. I wonder if I've taught her enough to prepare her for this. I want her to succeed and be happy.

Instead of being sad that she's growing up I have done more contemplating my parenting. T-Bone and I are very strict parents. But sometimes with that strictness comes a bit of harshness too. I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I know she will be bombarded with so much at school and I really want her home to be a place of refuge. I want her parents to be people she can come to without judgment or fear. More than anything I want her to be able to feel the Spirit in our home and know that it is a different place than school.

I'm glad Boogers is starting Kindergarten. It has made me resolve to be a better parent and a better person. I just hope I can be one.