Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
My primary lesson was on not taking the Lord's name in vain. It started off with "an enrichment activity" involving a pretend baby (doll) and teaching the importance of names. I ditched that and looked up all their names and printed out the meanings to share with them. They all found it very exciting to hear their meanings. While I was at it, I looked up mine. I knew it would say "from the grey fortress" or "from the grey forest". Except I was wrong! For whatever reason this is what it told me:
The meaning of the name Leslie is Joy
The origin of the name Leslie is English
Speaking of joy I was overjoyed to be have a real meaning. Although now I don't match with my husband, who is "from the hill". Overall I'm totally lost on how magically Babynames.com changed the meaning of my name. Every source I've ever looked at, which is a lot, has never told me joy before.
Friday, November 27, 2009
"We don't get much time with my husband because is doing a MBA and working full time so I am grateful that we get to see him everyday, even if its only enough time to eat dinner. And I'm grateful to stay at home with my kids because at least one of us gets to see them." (It was Relief Society so a lot of woman said a much longer statement than me.)
I could list a good dozen or so more things I'm grateful for, but I would inevitable miss a good thousand or so, I should have listed.
For History sake: I spent Thanksgiving with my husband's family, which over the years has become just as much my family. We also went and visited the motherland of Logan the other weekend. We had a great time both times. Our kids had fun with cousins, and it was nice to talk to the other adults, and be the old boring adults that just sit around and talk. It was especially fun to see my nieces, that are part of my son's triplet cousins. Three cousins all born a month apart. Recently I keep thinking, you guys grew into people, I remember when you were babies, like my baby. One day my baby is going to be a person. Recently when I see these girls, I think, I remember when you were born! I have been your aunt your whole life. (There is something about watching a child grow up, who you saw only hours after their entrance into the world called birth. Even if you only see them every few months or years.)
Overall I can't believe how long I've been any of their aunts on my husband's side.
I recently told someone that my husband comes from a family of 8 kids, and I'm from 7 kids, and most are married with kids, so there is a lot of us. Her response was that is way too many, no. I thought well that is rude. Then I thought I wouldn't want it any other way, even if its crazy chaotic and super loud when either side gets together even partially.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
All I want to do is hangout with my husband and be lazy. No dinner cooking, no taking care of children, no work, no school, but yet, we are no longer newlyweds. You can't really play hookie in a professional MBA program, and well my daily chores still have to get done whether my husband goes to work or not, so he might as well go. I keep thinking, the two crappy things about having kids, its hard to go on vacation, and you can't sleep in on the weekends. My husband informs me that those aren't even needed unless you have kids.
I'm exhausted as all get out, it took me a while to figure out, then I realized oh I have to pick up a lot of the slack around the house, because my husband just isn't home and doesn't have time to help. I don't blame him, but I sleep solidly every night, out of pure exhaustion, and usually take a nap during the day.
Today was preschool, I had to teach, I was not looking forward to it. Four hours later I was prepared, luckily only 4 kids showed up not 6. Mental note 6 is too many, don't allow little brothers and sisters when I do it for the next child. It was almost enjoyable today, I just am not cut out for this small child business. My biggest complaint is the snottiness of the some of the kids. Suck it up!
I was completely functional while my husband was on his business trip last week, ever since, I've been crazy mommy. My husband says, he should leave more often because I'm more capable without him, I think don't think I could handle being solely capable more than 4 days in a row.
When he came home, my son was so excited for hours leading up to it. Then when he came in the door, he was not. He was clingy on me, he wouldn't even look at his dad. We were concerned we knew this is always a possibility. Children form and break attachments very easily its for survival. Within a half an hour he had completely gotten over any hesitancy . I expected my daughter to be worse, and my son not to care. It was the exact opposite. It was my daughter he acted like he never even left, she was so happy to see him, she didn't even care about eating.
Thanks goodness it is Thanksgiving, my husband will be with us for four days straight. I'm not pregnant, last year, by this point, I was very comfortable and very 9 months pregnant, life was not pretty. Now I have an adorable girl who eats more food in one meal than her brother consumes all day.
This is probably chalk full of typos, errors, misspellings, misplaced words, missing contractions, prefixes, suffix, and overall confusion, but like I said I'm currently brain mute.
We made these in preschool one day. CRAZY!! 6 kids plus my baby, and no other adults. That day of preschool was only about 10 minutes of learning, and the rest of the time was playing with toys while I made the shirts one on one with each kid.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
My son is HUGE into letter writing. He gives the girl next door on average four letters at a time. This one he let me keep, because I love it so much. He told me, "it means No babies" I just love that, every time I see the picture, I can hear his voice saying "no babies".
Friday, November 20, 2009
A cow that has a rattle in it, someone gave us when she was a newborn.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
What I was originally planning was a princess and the pea cake, because she was a reflux baby, and was/is a princess and the pea. For the first few months of her life, she wouldn't sleep unless her bed was elevated on an incline. It took us a while to figure this out, but when we finally did, my husband declared she had princess and pea syndrome. Its really not her fault, he has labeled other females in our house with the same syndrome. But then I decided that was a little too much work for a one year old's birthday. It wouldn't actually be that much work for a decorated cake, but she wouldn't get it. Anyway, for whatever reason I scrapped that idea.
What I'm currently debating is
- a castle cake or
- just pink cupcakes with sprinkles.
What do all y'all think? Please weigh in on your opinion on the three cakes. My husband didn't give me his opinion, he only ask what type of cake he had on his first birthday. I haven't the slightest idea. Please weigh in.
But in other ways its been liberating. I remember when my son was my daughter's age and eating table scraps. Anyone who has a table scrap eating child knows more food ends up on the floor than in their mouth. With my son, I found it so stressful to have such a dirty kitchen, I remember wishing for when this phase would be over. Then realizing he was my first and this was only the beginning, made me want to curl up in a ball. Now that I'm on two, I sweep two to three times a day, and don't care that the kitchen is covered in crumbs. Sure I'll have crummy floor for probably a decade, but one day she will be much less crummy. And right now, I don't care that she is, it is where she is and who she is. And it comes with the territory. I would rather be sweeping twice a day, than wake up all night long to nurse. So right now I can handle this.
Monday, November 16, 2009
You see I love my sleep, always have, as a child my mother switched me to afternoon kindergarten because I didn't wake up early enough. I love my sleep, but only long uninterpreted sleep. With as much as my throat is constricted I know I will not be able to sleep through the night, even if I do sleep on a mound of three pillows. I will wake up undoubtedly at a 4 am, if not more, in a coughing fit. I will be warm and sung in my bed, except for my head with will be freezing from my drafty window. We need to move our bed, which is not an easy task, it will involve moving about 20 boxes of food storage/boxes of number 10 cans.
All of this reminds me of when my daughter was a newborn. I dreaded going to sleep with her, because I knew she was going to wake me up every two hours. I would count down the feedings, knowing in only 3 more feedings I would be able to get up for the day and end this madness.
Last night luckily I only woke up at 4 am, I was coughing bad enough I got out of bed, and walked around a bit, and turned down the heater it would only make me angry to stay in bed. I get angry when something is preventing my sleep.
After a minute, I turned on my mini laptop, and started researching easy to clean humidifier on amazon. Ours is getting to old to be effectively washed. It was frustrating work at 4 am. I gave up after a little while, and went back to bed.
Its good to get sick occasionally, it makes me more sympathetic. I hate humidifiers, I planned on totally giving up on them, and made my kids suffer through dry winters. Until I got sick now I know how miserable it is to be coughing while the dry heater is blowing on you. I bought another humidifier, although who knows if it is easy clean, our old one is supposedly easy clean. At least the new one has an on off switch.
Off to bed.
Morning update: My husband took the drafty side of the bed, then shoved a pillow in the window and solved the drafty problem. Miraculously I slept through the night. The only other thing I did different was put out Eucalyptus aroma therapy. Say what you will, but that really does help dry hoarse coughs.
Friday, November 13, 2009
We went to "The Farm".
It being fall and all, I didn't know if they would have animals, I told my son there would be no baby animals. Turns out there were! Baby Piglets, they were so cute!
And some really big mamas.
Plus plenty of chickens.
There is something about the farm, that ends up be idyllic. I love that you feel "like you are wandering around someone's backyard", the NO FEEDING animal signs everywhere, and the fact that is free, you can't really hear the traffic at the end of the block, and you only see about three other people other than farm hands while you are there. The animals are just going about there business, they are not looking for quarter hand out of grain. The animals are really well taken care of and happy looking, since most are FFA projects. In my opinion Petting Zoos never turn out to be idyllic, I love that its not a petting zoo and its free.
We scored big time, I think. During October they had a pumpkin patch and a hay maze, that cost money but there were still there, unmanned, and free.
Can you see my three and half year old wandering in these maze pictures? He loved it, he LOVES mazes right now.
And really it is still the season for corn and pumpkins, its November-- Thanksgiving time.
This is the best I could do at getting pictures of both of them.
See it was a good day, because I uploaded more than four pictures.
We ended our adventure by stopping at the store for donuts. It was great.
She loves these boots for whatever reason. Allows me to put them on her on feet, has learned to walk in them, and keeps them on. Its amazing. I think she likes them for the whole accessory of them, the fashion statement they make. I'm just happy if I chose to actually put them on, I don't have to have strangers give me dirty looks for a shoeless child in public.
And to go with her new shoes, she needed a new hair cut to feel complete. She's ready to go party.
free Joanns pattern monster. After further conversation I realized my son meant a Bionicle in the Lego magazine. I had to stop that idea, I was not buying a bionicle, too many small pieces to break off and make him cry as it crumbled to pieces. Plus we have had cheapo Happy Meal one piece Bionicles that he doesn't play with. As I tried to convince him he wanted a fleece monster, buy showing him pictures online, he found this one he was excited about. I wasn't about to pay $99 for a toy I don't even want. But then we found this. This is something I can work with. I have no idea why he wants a monster.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
While I was at it, I trimmed around my son's ears. I'm loving his curly hair, so I don't want to cut it, but it needed a trim around his ears. I let his hair grow out from a buzz every year around this time.