30 October 2010

Big Sister's Sweater

Here is the latest thing that I've made. Big Sister has been begging me to knit her a sweater for months. So we finally went to the yarn store and picked out some cute yarn she liked and a pattern and I went to work. It was a pretty basic pattern, but I'm not the biggest fan of it. I'm not sure I totally like how it came out either. But that could be due to the one huge mistake I made. It was supposed to be more of an empire waist line but I misread the directions and did way too many rows in the bodice part. The other thing is it curls at the bottom. Oh well, she loves it so that's what matters.


23 October 2010

Family 5K

Our Stake put on a 5K this morning and I decided that we would do it as a family. I'm the Mom so I get to make decisions like that. Mr. Smiley of course rode in the stroller, but T-Bone and I walked the whole way. Big Sister walked about two thirds of it before she got really tired. She took Mr. Smiley's place in the stroller for the rest.  I'm proud of her for doing so much though!

I had planned to make T-Bone a hat for his birthday but the first one I made was too big. I ended up making two that fit him and since I had left over yarn I made one for myself (but that also fit Big Sister). Thinking it would be cute if we all had matching hats I whipped one up for Mr. Smiley last night too. So here we are Team J with matching hats.









22 October 2010

What a Difference No Makes

So a couple weeks ago Mr. Smiley first said the word "no". Of course we were surprised and a little proud since our little guy doesn't say much yet. The pride has since worn off, but we are still much surprised at hearing such a powerful word come out of our little guy. Especially this week as he has learned to perfect it. For example I rarely hear just "no". It's always "no no no" most of the time with great emotion and a head shake. 

Yesterday there was a break in the rain we've had all week and we had some time before we needed to pick up Big Sister from school. I decided to take Mr. Smiley out for a short walk around the apartment complex. Last week we would have meandered down sidewalk after sidewalk with me following close behind simply trying to keep him from going in the street. Yesterday we got downstairs and all he wanted to do was watch the maintenance man rake leaves off the grass. That's cool, I thought, but then I tried to get him to keep walking. "No no no!" Okay, fine. A couple minutes later I tried to play a chase game with him and heard, "No no no!" again. A short time later I actually succeeded in getting him to the other side of the building where he promptly began climbing the stairs. He got to the top and then wanted to go down again. Each time I would try to hold him or heaven forbid hold his hand, I got the "no no no!" Finally we made it down to the sidewalk again where he discovered the green sprinkler control covers. You know those things with holes on the top that fill up with water when it rains and then it just sits there and gets nasty. Well the holes on top are perfect for little fingers to dip into. Mr. Smiley decided he needed a drink from the holes, but of course I wasn't going to let him. I tried to divert his attention elsewhere and get him to keep walking but all he could think of was dipping a finger in the hole and sucking off the water. There were two about 3 feet apart and at first was hopping between them both but finally I just put one foot on each and stood on both of them with my legs spread apart. That did not make him happy and a little tantrum ensued! I couldn't believe it, not even 17 months old and throwing himself on the ground crying. So I did what any mother would do and pulled out my phone so I could video him.

video

He's so funny when he does these things that I can't help but laugh. Like tonight at bed, we put him in his crib and kept telling him it's bedtime. He started in with his "No no no!" while shaking his head and throwing himself on his bed completely and utterly distraught. (The good, yet funny thing is that as soon as we leave he stops crying so it's totally an act)

Where did my happy go lucky, follow mom anywhere, easily diverted little baby go?? Now he understands what we say and has an opinion! Things are dangerous now...

21 October 2010

I Need Something



So today a friend of mine posted her Facebook status as "needs something" That made me think of a funny story that happened with Big Sister wasn't a big sister--she was only 3. T-Bone and I were watching TV in the living room and it was around 10:30ish. I think this was the time we were addicted to "24" and would watch episode after episode without stopping. Anyway, we were watching TV and we heard BS come out of her room which was right behind us. She was just barely potty trained at the time but was wearing undies to bed. She came in to the living room and I asked her, "What is going on honey, do you need to go potty?" In a really confused and worried sounding voice she said, "I need something." "Okay, what do you need?" I asked.  "I need something," was all she said. 

Thinking I should just take her to the bathroom, I got up and tried to steer her in that direction, but she resisted. Instead she started pulling at her pants while kind of chanting, "I need something." T-Bone and I kept asking her what she needed, but she never answered. All of a sudden she turned around and headed to her bedroom again, but stopped by the door and just peed all over the floor. We just kind of stood there dumbfounded. Then of course we took her clothes off and started cleaning the floor. While I was wiping her down and getting her dressed again, she fell fast asleep on the floor right next to where she peed. 

After this happened we realized she was never awake at all and was totally sleep walking. Since she has slept walked quite a few more times and most of them include peeing in random spots in the house. 

T-Bone and I will periodically say, "I need something" just for fun.


11 October 2010

Making the choice to be a Mom

My dear friend, Erin, who has a private blog posted this a couple weeks back. I loved it so much I asked her if I could post it too. I would have just linked to it, but you know, the whole private thing. So I'm reposting it in it's entirety.


Not Gonna Lie, I am Pro-Choice

President Monson has said, "Who can comprehend in its entirety the lofty role of a mother? With perfect trust in God, she walks, her hand in His, into the valley of the shadow of death, that you and I might come forth into light"..."these two sacred persons, God and mother, partners in creation, in love, in sacrifice, in service, are as one." (Ensign, April 1998)

These words have pressed upon my heart and mind a great deal lately.
Contrast the absolute truth spoken by a living Prophet, that the noblest and most God-like work a woman can do is to be a mother, with the prevalent message that has seeped into every form of modern media; that to be the best woman you can be, you must put yourself (body image, career, social status, bank account...) first.

Stories of people arguing that it is irresponsible and not eco-friendly to bring more children to the earth have taken center-stage.

Likewise, every time an election is approaching the pro-life vs pro-choice debate is given new life.

I must tell you that I HATE the term,"pro-choice," especially when used as the opposite of pro-life. Hello!!!, The entire plan of salvation is pro-choice. I am pro-all sorts of choices. I believe that you have the choice not to have sex until you're married. You have a choice to have protected sex when you are not ready to have children. You have the choice, if you choose not to wait until your married, or have unprotected sex, or even have protected sex and still get pregnant, to then make even more choices. I believe you have the choice to marry the other parent. You have the choice to single parent. You have the choice to place the child for adoption. I am pro all sorts of choice-makin' but I am NOT pro-abortion. And that is really what the opposing argument is, but it would not be politically correct to call a spade a spade and ask people if they are pro-life or pro-abortion. So the talking heads coined the catch phrase "pro-choice" to make everyone more comfortable. HATE IT!!!!

Sadly, as Elder Nelson stated in the October 2008 Ensign article, "Abortion: An Assault on the Defenseless," "Worldwide reports indicate that more than 40 million abortions are performed per year." That is more than the total number of military lives lost in World War I and II.

This Woman's work, this God-like gift, is being treated with disrespect and even contempt. That alone is enough to make my heart heavy. But the real reason this has struck such a cord with me is because everywhere I turn, I am constantly associated with the most valiant, remarkable contrast to the prevalent wicked message of the world.

You women are amazing. you made the CHOICE to have children even when your husband is working or in school (or both) full time. You made the choice to have children when you knew that your body would pay a significant price. You made the choice to spend thousands of dollars in infertility treatments and bit your tongue when everyone was "comforting you" until you had kids. You went outside your comfort zone and everything you had predetermined in your head and spent thousands more on adoption. You gave up a second income and put some personal and career goals and aspirations on the back burner for a while in lieu of different goals and aspirations. You spent months being deathly ill while having other children and a husband and a calling and a life to take care of. You had a husband who was not what he said he would be and needed to be when you needed him to be. You spent night after night either in the NICU or on your knees praying that there would not be one more night in the NICU, not knowing from one day to the next if it would be her last, you read book after book and turned to every resource you could to figure out how to meet the needs of a child that came to you with attributes you were in no way ready to handle, much less embrace. You have a child with a disability that has and will affect every single day of your life. You have yearned and prayed and fasted for a child that has not come. You have had more than one unexpected pregnancy, but never resented those children for a minute. You have had miscarriages. You have had still-born children. You have buried your little child in the ground. You have become a zombie because you have not slept and may not sleep any time in the foreseeable future. You have been nine months pregnant in the most unbearable heat. Your own disabilities keep you from giving your children everything you want to give, but that never keeps you from giving them everything. You suffer from post-partum depression, you face constant criticism, even from your own family for choosing to raise your child in righteousness...

You are as good as they get. You are what Heavenly Father needs. You are what satan is working overtime to diminish. You choose faith over fear and love, service, and family over everything else.

I am sure each of you could write a novel entitled,"Areas in my life in which I feel I am lacking," but I hope that you realize that you are doing something that is really, really, good and vitally important every day.

You made the CHOICE to be mom.

10 October 2010

Found Out

So I got "ratted out" today. I say it with quotation marks because there is nothing to rat out but appartenly Big Sister thinks there is. I was typing some church related emails this afternoon and T-Bone was teasing me because I also took this quiz. (For the record you should too. Thanks Janelle!) I was supposed to be getting dinner on the table--it was in the crockpot--but I was a little distracted.  So he teasingly said, "Were you typing emails to your boyfriend?" And surprisingly Big Sister says, "Yes." 

Knowing full well I do not have a boyfriend T-Bone decided to keep this going and pulled Big Sister into the bedroom to get some more info. They came out a few minutes later and apparently BS had told me that there had been men in the house. She proceeded to name our 6 year old neighbor, Joey, Juan the maintenance man, and the UPS man. I'm so glad that my honor and reputation depends on the words and reliability of a 5 year old. 

Since we're talking about funny things Big Sister has said, here are some more (I can't remember if I have posted these, some of them are pretty old. So if I have just ignore them):

Looking for somewhere to eat and passing a Mexican restaurant
Me: We should have eaten at Eribertos
BS: What did you say? Say it in English.

There was one more cookie left on the counter
BS in quite a sad voice: Oh look at that one cookie left. It's so lonely. I have some cookies in my tummy that it can hang out with and have fun with.

BS: When I grow up I want to be a dancing doctor. Then when I give people their shots and they are sad, I can dance for them to cheer them up.

BS: Mom, do you want to play store?
Me: Sure, what are you going to buy? Would you like to buy this balloon?
BS: I need to get my Albertson's card first.
Hands me her card.
BS: I would like 5 cents please. 
I explain how stores work and sometimes it looks like they are giving me money when I get change back, but it's just change from money I've already given them. 
BS: Ok let's try this again. 
Hands me her card.
BS: I would like 5 dollars please. 
I guess that one wasn't very clear. 

T-Bone and I were talking about taking some time to work on his resume recently.
BS: Maybe you should work on your nose hairs! Booyah!

Oh yeah Mr. Smiley is 16 months now and as cute as ever. Yesterday T-Bone was trying to take away his blankie so he could put him in his high chair for lunch. He looked at him straight in the eye and said, "Nah" while shaking his head. That's the first time he's said no. We're entering a new phase now. But he also knows how to fold his arms for the prayer so that makes up for the sassiness. :) He doesn't say much yet just Mama, Dada, what sounds like Dada, but we think is Big Sister, bye-bye, uh-oh and hello. 

Here are some cute pictures of them both recently.







05 October 2010

Tender Mercies

Today I was overcome with the tender mercies that I have received over the last few weeks, but especially days. I wanted to share them with you:




Kids who go to bed easily and willingly

Kids who normally wake up at 6:30 but slept in until 8:00 on Saturday and Sunday

Friends and family who, at practically a moment's notice, are willing to watch my kids

A husband who is by my side through everything

Conference weekend so I could rest and recover

The prompting to go to the grocery store on Friday morning

Peace and comfort by the Spirit through times of sadness

When Mr. Smiley will spontaneously climb on my lap and pat me on the back or give me a hug

A week's worth of knitting projects for my niece to keep me busy

Dinner at a friend's house on Sunday night

Big Sister being so obedient and happy the last couple weeks

Doctors who are calm of mind and quick on their feet--even at 1 in the morning

I had a miscarriage on Friday. My third one. I was 10 weeks. It was hard to swallow at first but after having time to be sad I'm ready to move on. I am blessed with two beautiful children and I love them and appreciate them more every day. I am so grateful for all the blessings that I have and they are many.