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noreply@blogger.com (le) — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 05:34:00 +0000

Here is a little trivia, from Niall Edworthy.

"Though some historians dispute the claim, others assert that "The Twelve Days of Christmas" was a song written as a coded memory aid to help young Catholics learn the basiscs of their faith. According to the theory:
The partridge in the pear tree is the Son of God
Two turtle doves are the Old and New Testament
Three French hens, faith, hope, and charity
Four calling birds, the four Gospels
Five golden rings, the first five books of the Old Testament (Pentateuch) chronicling Man's fall from grace
Six geese a'laying, the six days of creation
Seven swans a'swimming, seven gifts of the Holy Spirit and the seven sacraments
Eight maids a'milking, the eight Beatitudes from the Sermon on the Mount
Nine ladies dancing, nine fruits of the Holy Spirit
Ten lords a'leaping, Ten Commandments
Eleven pipers piping, eleven faithful apostles
Twelve drummers drumming, twelve points of doctrine in the Apostles' Creed.

pg 26. The curious world of Christmas: Celebrating All that Is Wierd, Wonderful and Festive. A Perigee Book, 2007.

Bizarre and weird all at the same time, but fascinating.

Well Child

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 15:01:00 +0000

I took my 12 month old into her well child visit. It was something, I'm so picky about doctors. We switched, but I don't know if it was worth the switch. The doctor was surprised my daughter slept 12 hours at night and when she woke up in the middle of the night that she didn't eat. Which was extremely bizarre because she was so excited my daughter didn't have a bottle. She was also very worried about what she ate, and had a hard time grasping the idea that N babe everything, literally everything we ate. (Just ask Grandpa) She eats everything, and lots too. The doctor wanted me to be feeding her baby cereal, and I told get real. She quit that months ago.
But the doctor only gave my daughter half her immunizations, the rest to be given at 15 months, so that was nice. Plus she didn't press us to do a flu shot.
To my daughter sats, she is 29.5 inches long, and 18 lbs. Long and thin, hmm, I wonder where she gets that from. Her head is also 18 inches. The doctor was concerned with her be in such a low percentile with weight but I assured her that it was completely normal for the gene pool, considering most of her cousins follow the same trend. And after a few minutes of her mumbling to herself about a skinny baby was she said well I guess you are thin too. I thought you just noticed I'm a good 6 inches taller than you?
The real kicker of the day, was the doctor was concerned she had a urinary tract infection. So she wanted a sample from my daughter. I had until 5:30 to get it in, considering she slept most of the day from her shots, only had about two hours to get one. My husband told me it was ridiculous there was nothing wrong with the baby and don't even try. But try I did. First I fed her a whole cup of juice and stuck her in a dry bathtub without pants on. Until I got dead bored, and my daughter kept crawling out. By the time she wandered without pants on to see her dad, followed by me with a cup in my hand my husband said put a diaper on her. So I did, but I put a bag on first. About 20 minutes later, I checked to see if she had peed. She had, the diaper was wet but the bag was dry. So I tried another bag, at 5 I checked again. This time the diaper was wetter and the bag had about a half an ounce. We were out of time, I decided to stop plaguing my daughter, she didn't enjoy the bags imagine that. My husband called the office to say we had failed. The next day I got a call from the doctor herself, I was surprised it wasn't a nurse, I was in a very busy public place and it was a struggle to keep an eye on my son, but I still managed to talk to the doctor. She wanted to make sure my daughter had peed yesterday. I said, yes her diaper was wet, but the bags were dry. Then she informed me, that she was not anemic from her blood work, and that her white blood cell was high, which meant she had a virus not a urinary tract infection. (I already knew that). Anyway, doctors in todays world aren't really my favorite, because we are so concerned about charts, and lawsuits, that we can't use instinct and common sense. What they forget is the only way to function as a mother is instinct, reading every child care book in the world would be an utter failure without mother nature/biology providing us with instinct.
Not to mention my daughter has plenty of chuckness and rolls hidden on her tall petite body. I love to see her walk in a onesis and laugh at her fat thighs.

Christmas Lights

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:49:00 +0000

Back at the beginning of the month we went and saw the Christmas Lights at temple square.

P.S. I might be taking a Christmas break from my blog, and then again I might now. Who knows. But don't hold your breath.

Missing the boat

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 22:54:00 +0000

The night of my daughter's birthday party my son was rolling around in his bath when he said, mom, I forgot to get N a birthday present this year. Thats alright, I'll get her one next year. Don't worry I won't forget next year, I'll get her a present. He kept repeating this sentiment over and over in about as may ways as the english language would let him. Overall I felt patetic, its the mom's job of helping siblings buy a present. I thought about it, but then decided she has too many presents for a baby, and that he wouldn't wouldn't even notice anyway. Wrong, he totally noticed.

Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 22:39:00 +0000

See how beautiful my christmas tree is? The pictures on the right are for you people with 20/20 vision, so you can know how lovely christmas is, when you don't have good eye sight, and you aren't wearing corrective lenses.

We don't take much stock in Christmas in our house, and we got bored on Sunday night, so we decided to open our presents early. We just couldn't wait any longer. It was quite fun.

The funniest it part was when J opened his dog backpack and said, oh this is what I always wanted. He is thrilled, and wears it to bed. If he was older he would think Thanks Grandma.

The baby was also pretty thrilled with the poodle purse, but her attention span isn't as long.

My sordid love affair with Ebay

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 21:46:00 +0000

It all started with me trying to find a few Christmas presents. I started shopping on ebay, and I was using my hard earned pinecone survey money. I was so proud of myself-- we were going to have a frugal christmas. But that was all months ago, and my self-control was lost about a month ago.
Last year around the 31st of December my mom sent the post partum me out to find a baby's first christmas ornament at the local shopko. As you can imagine there wasn't much left, but I left with a hideously large and ugly baby swaddled in pink polyester that said baby's 1st Christmas. But it was fitting since all she was wa a swaddled bundle of joy on her first Christmas, although luckily not hideous.
As I decorated the tree with my son this year I felt a ting of guilt, my second child had a baby's 1st christmas but not my first. Then I remembered good ol ebay. I found a brand new little dog, for less than it would have been back in 2006. I bought it, with free shipping.

Unfortunately then I found snowflakes, and started to wonder why I didn't have a snowflake that had 2004 engraved on it, for my husband and I since, that's when we got married. Once again I bought for less than it would have cost in 2004. It is a Lenox Snow Majesty Snowflake. We actually have a full box of snowflake ornaments but for whatever reason I needed a 2004 engraving.When that dog came, he was pretty cute looking, and my son was so excited. And that huge ugly baby kept haunting me, one day my daughter would say why is her baby's 1st Christmas ornament so much uglier than her brothers. I found a cute Hallmark one on ebay for 2008. But said no, it was too expensive. But then I kept checking back on ebay, trying to decided if I made the right choice. Why did my daughter need two ornaments? Well she is a December baby... no its too much. When one time I came back and it was on sale, plus free shipping. I quickly bought it, not to mention its half the price as it was retail last year. It came in the mail and it was so cute, I don't regret it. My daughter loves it.

I love my ornaments, but yet I do feel guilty when I think of the money I wasted on them. Which is why I call it my sordid love affair. I love christmas, always plan on buying less than I do.
Luckily I went to Stake Conference this past weekend, the visiting seventy, said he loves Christmas, and always ends up buying too many presents. (He said he loves everything about Christmas even carols and Santa Claus.) So now I don't feel so bad.

Mail TIme

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 19:33:00 +0000

These pictures are a few weeks old, but I still think they are adorable.
My son is writing letters to Santa, and mailing them.

That is a look a pure joy.

Birthday Baby

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 06:05:00 +0000

I'm extremely happy about how my daughter's first birthday turned out. I felt so good afterward. You may think wait what?
No a one year old party is not for the one year old. Over the past few months, maybe a year, I've often felt like I was failing as a mom. My preschooler wasn't in preschool, because I didn't think he was ready, my house wasn't clean, I didn't cook dinner, my daughter had reflux, and she was bald, or whatever, you name it, a while ago I was feeling bad about it. Ironically none of those things were what I was stressing about, I can't remember what I was stressing about, apparently when I moved on, I really did forgive and forget. The point is, I felt positive about the party. I didn't worry that I took a shortcut on the cake, or that the neighbor girl cried yesterday, or if someone had fun. Or if I bought the right presents. I had fun, and was happy afterward. I cooked a successful meal, in which some ate multiple helpings. I made a fun cake, people conversed and over all seemed like they had a good time. My daughter had fun, my son was excited. Plus we only had one set of tears once! Not to mention my hair looked great! I felt so capable when it was all said and done, and my kitchen was trashed.

But original I was going to make cute invitations to email out, instead we just called. But I made a mock one just for this blog. I couldn't waste the pictures I took back in September for such a purpose.

We ate black bean soup courtesy my sister. Then we opened presents. My daughter almost got the hang of it maybe?! She wanted to open Christmas presents afterward, but she wasn't successful in opening them, so maybe she didn't get the hang out it. Luckily her brother was ready and able to open them for her, he has been waiting for his birthday for such a long time. At a moment like this he would exclaim, mom I don't know how long until I get big. My response is it will seem like forever for you, and over night for me. Which then he says, I don't get it.
She got everything she could ever hope for, a doll and a stuff animal. Plus a load of other stuff, like books, and blankets.

Then after both my children begging me to do cake, I finally convinced my husband to come in for cake. Yes, my one year old can beg for specific things, those second children learn sooo much quicker than the first.
It was a dream I didn't know I wanted come true. I told my husband to light the cake, and he happened to be holding the birthday girl, so we did the whole thing with him holding her it. It was GREAT. I totally missed a picture of her blowing out the candle, because I was too busy watching it with my eyes instead of through a camera screen. Wouldn't want it any other way. No, she didn't really blow who knows who really did-- me? her brother? her dad? probably her brother.

And boy did she enjoy her cake. She is my daughter she loves all the same deserts I do. My son just eats frosting and ice cream. While my daughter devoured her cupcake.

We made Gingerbread

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:47:00 +0000

My son was very interested in all the pictures of gingerbread boys in all the ads inside the magazines that came to me, so we made gingerbread cookies. A whole lot of them, I ended up with about 5 cups of dough. (On accident) This picture is him "smiling".

We took them to all my son's friends in the neighborhood, four households. While this picture is him showing me his big brown eyes.

The baby LOVES gingerbread cookies, even without frosting, I love them with frosting, but without is bleah! She is a true Christmas baby, it makes my heart happy to know she would eat gingerbread cookies all day long if I let her. Someone can't touch a cookie without her demanding she gets one.

She's also pretty fond of candy canes, thats what she did, while my son and I decorated.

Feeling Awful

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 22:21:00 +0000

I've been filled with guilt for the past few hours, maybe confessing to the blogospere will help me feel better. We took cookies to my son's best friend next door, a little three year old girl. A few minutes later I heard a little knock, indicating her presence. I expect a letter, they exchange letters all the time. Instead she want my son to play next door with her. He was a little hesitant, because he was on the computer, but he was not about to stay home to play the computer. He wanted to go crunch the snow, but I herded them into her house instead, they didn't have snow gear on. A few minutes later I heard screaming and crying. I thought oh no, apparently my son really did not want to play, and it made the girl next door cry. My son wasn't too happy either.
So for hours I've been filled with guilt that he didn't want to play and I forced him into her house, and that because of that, she cried. I think she would have cried whether or not I pushed him into her house, when she figured out he didn't want to play. He promptly went to take a nap upon coming home and has been asleep for the last two and half hours.
But boy did I feel guilty when she started crying.
I apologized at the time to the mom, but was slightly shell shocked. So next time I see her, I plan on apologizing profusely. Nothing like something I have absolutely no control over to make me incredibly guilty.
By the way they play at each others houses all the time.

Thanksgiving

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:31:00 +0000

This post has been in my head for weeks now, but I do want to get it down. The Sunday after Thanksgiving I heard a lady say this was one of her favorite weekends of the year. You get to celebrate Thanksgiving, then start Christmas celebrations and decorations. My first thought was really? Thanksgiving weekend one of your favorites? To me Thanksgiving has always seemed like the redhead stepchild of holidays, especially end of year holidays. The commercialized syntactic just hasn't figured out to commercialize Thanksgiving, and so it its often forgotten about, smashed between Halloween and Christmas.
But then when I contemplated this even more I realized the lack of commericalization had nothing to do with with my disbelief. Near the end of Sunday afternoon, I realized it had been a fun weekend, Thanksgiving day with a lot of family, then three more days, of nothing much, but hanging out with my husband and of course the kids. I wondered why I hadn't ever seen Thanksgiving before as fun. Then I remember the majority of my life I have been in school, and the last couple of years of that, 8 total, was spent not enjoying Thanksgiving. Sure I enjoyed it while it lasted, especially in college, until it was over, then I was filled with dread and horror, to realize that I didn't read all the textbook chapters I had missed during the semester, realizing I didn't work on my final term paper at all, realized I didn't spend anytime studying my looming finals in just a few weeks. Oh the horror, the weekend seemed so fun, as long as I could brush away the nagging voice of you should be reading/studying. Yes, now I remember why I'm confused when people say they enjoy thanksgiving. Just thinking about it makes me stressed for that looming term paper, that I haven't started. Until I remember I have no term paper.
But now that I'm out of school I could enjoy thanksgiving.

As I thought about all this longer, I remember, also being too young to take finals, thanksgiving wasn't too fun then either, you only got three days off school (five days total), just to tease you and make you really wish for the two week long Christmas break. Now as an adult the four days of Thanksgiving, is pretty much as much as we ever get from a break from my husband's work. Pretty much as much has we have taken in vacation time since he got this job a year and half ago, and more time than he was able to take off for the birth of our second born child. Yes, four days without work, seems like a really GOOD deal these days. Now I see the joy of Thanksgiving. (And wonder why you spend your whole childhood wishing you were older.)

A busy girl

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:15:00 +0000

In case anyone is interested my daughter is a busy girl, she has lots to do each day. Any baby or stuff animal she see she must pick up and pat on the back, while she sucks her thumb. She walks around the house yelling indiscriminately, (I don't know if she is imitiating me or what). She has to open and shut every door in the house that is not perfectly latched. When it time to be in the kitchen, she busies herself by dumping out the entire two bottom drawers of plastic items. She then picks a few out and walks around putting small items in cups or bowls then emptying them. Her favorite is to find a spoon so she can "feed" herself from the cup or bowl. She also has her brother's purple chair to utilize, he can't sit in it without her yelling at him. She loves to just sit in it and bounce her legs, preferably holding a "baby". I'm often suprised at how long she can sit there. She is very particular about where things go in the house, and if I put things away during her nap she didn't want a way, she makes sure she puts them back where she thinks they belong. When she catches you watching her and she is proud of what she has done, she puts on the biggest cheesiest grin, and squints her eyes almost shut. She has a busy day of taking care of babies, cleaning, cooking, and yelling. Apparently she can't way to be a mom.

Sledding

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:27:00 +0000

We went sledding. My son had fun as long as the playground didn't distract him. Funny in the summer he never wants to play in the playground he only wants to dig in the dirt. My daughter hated it and screamed the entire time, seriously for about an hour straight.

Yes I'm a terrible mom and don't have snow boots for my girl. I figured as long as she doesn't walk in the snow she is fine right?

So these aren't actually pictures of us sledding, its the kids in the snow outside our house.

Home LIbrary

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:22:00 +0000

We have officially become a 5 bookcase family. This is our first full height bookcase, so its all a little exciting. Our bookcase are full of books by the way (minus a few diapers). I've never quite understood when I go into a house, and see a bookcase with only a few books on it.

A new name

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 21:18:00 +0000

In case anyone is wondering...
my son is now known as
J Candy Cane. He has given himself this name.
In fact when we call him other nicknames he tells us, my name is J candy cane.

(Point of clarification. He actually calls himself the letter "J candy cane", I'm not use the J as an abbreviation for his name.)

My favorite phrase

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 06:07:00 +0000

If you have been around me lately, or talked to me on the phone, you have probably heard me say, "I've realized there is nothing logical about having children, it is all emotional and instinctual." I know this for a fact, because we decided to have two children. My daughter is about to turn one. So now when I see new babies, I think oh, my baby use to be little. I want another another baby. But I quickly follow up that awwed new baby, voice, with reality, and say, I want another baby, but not now, not until my second child wears underpants like the first. Well not exactly like the first, I'll get her "panties" not boy briefs. I know it is all emotional, because most days, I want to run out of the house screaming because my children are being demanding, but yet get upset at my husband when he jokingly says, lets be done. Logically I should be done, but emotional I am not. Logically I could barely handle one, logically I never really liked kids before I met ones who shared my DNA code.
Right now, my daughter is crying in her crib, she hasn't slept through the night since Thanksgiving. But yet, when I eventually have to get her and I see her fuzzy face (no corrective lenses) in the dark I'll think oh isn't she sweet.
So when you see the dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep, you'll know I gave up logic long ago when I decided to get married at 20. Every decision since then has emotional. Yes, some points of the day I want to run out of the house screaming, but other times, I hear a three and half year old voice in my head, saying this is the best family.
Logic doesn't always get us that far anyway. Logic would tell you a three year old really wouldn't want to eat Nachos everyday for a year, but yet logic is wrong. Logic would also tell you to stop eating Mint Oreos when your teeth start to hurt from the sugar but logic is wrong, I only buy Oreos every few years, so I should eat all I can now.

Last time

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:29:00 +0000

In case you were wondering what it looked like the last time my son took his picture with Santa. Yeah, its been a while.

Santa

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 20:47:00 +0000

Yesterday we happened to see Santa. Preschool/joyschool was canceled, so we went to discovery gateway, and Santa was in the lower entrance. My son's eyes lit up when he saw him. Then when I suggested we go see him, his eyes changed to fear and he quickly started climbing the stairs away from Santa.
After our visit to the museum we saw Santa again. I even convinced my son to sit next to Santa on the couch. Santa interpreted this as lifting J on his lap, I knew this concerned my non physical touch child, but he went with the flow. Santa did look pretty good, he had a real beard and all that jazz, and he was naturally older and portly, so I wish I could say I have a picture of my children on Santa. But alas I couldn't justify spending "Starting at $13" for a picture of a crying baby, and a stoic boy.
Also unfortunately looks was all this Santa had. He asked my boy what he wanted for Christmas, and my boy said I sent you a letter with everything I want. When my boy went off from the script Santa couldn't handle it, and even with my translation, looked at me puzzled, then responded we'll see what I can do, and quickly placed J back on the ground.
The romanticism for me died at the point, luckily my child is three, it didn't even phase him. My child is at a fun age, he is old enough to get it, but not question it. When he saw Santa sitting on the purple couch, it was really Santa, and well that was also super fun for me as the mom.
My daughter thought he was pretty cool looking too, until I got close enough to convince J to sit down, in which case she decided she was dangerous close, she quickly turned way, and clasped on to me for dear life. Luckily for her, her mom is cheap and wasn't about to pay $13 to torture her.

My daughter

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:51:00 +0000

I know she is my daughter because she loves cheesecake. It makes my heart happy to know that she loves cheesecake.

Its beginning to look like Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 04:11:00 +0000

Feeling the downsize of an apartment from a house, I didn't set up much Christmas this year. I didn't feel like I had the room to do much more, and keep my sanity.
But finally my Christmas Quilt was ready to be hung up. Our stocking advent didn't seem to fit anywhere other than this wall. I love those little stockings!
We are back to our three foot tall mini Christmas tree hand me down from my grandma. Its a little homely, ie lopsided, but I think that is why my husband likes it. Only a portion of our ornaments fit, and even with a portion there is way too many. It started to fall over as my three and half year old stacked the front, so it is fully loaded in the back for balance too. With my tree nativity on the wall in the back, and a vintage Santa behind the tree. I love tree that are just chalked full of mismatched ornaments that all have a story to tell. I can tell you the origin and story behind every ornament we own. (I guess I should have posted the tree lit up, since the star is all lit up too.)
Our stockings are hung over the bookcase with care.
The small portion of decorations I put up that fit on my one flat space. Trees, nutcrackers, nativities, and a snowwoman.
The only other decorations I pulled out this year. I am oh so excited about my mistletoe ball. I have been looking for fake mistletoe to hang up ever since my husband and I got married, and this year while I was out with some sister in laws at a store I didn't even plan on going to, I found it!
That is it this year. But I love the little bit I did do so I had to take pictures. Then google reader was empty so I had to post them.

Presents

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:11:00 +0000

I just wanted to inform everyone. I am done with all my christmas shopping, and I mailed all my 7 christmas packages in the mail today. I only have a few more presents to finish making. In fact only two christmas presents to finish, the other one is a birthday, and other is an anniversary. Anyway, so I'm so close to be done it is great.
I know this is more like a tweet than I post, but I wanted EVERYONE to know!

Business Trip

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 03:56:00 +0000

Did I already blog about this? The week before Thanksgiving my husband had a business trip, it had been a year so apparently it was time. During the trip I bought my kids stuff animals, I realized it was the first time I had ever bought my children new stuff animals. Sad I know. They love them, and carry them everywhere. Motherhood is all about pushing your emotional needs on your children, so that is why they got presents well their dad was out of town. I can't handle my husband out of town without buying something to sooth my loneliness. Normally I buy my kid a new movie for both of us to watch like, a Disney or something, that I can handle being in the room for, but this time I could tell they needed stuff animals. They also do a surprising job of sharing them with each other.

My son of course picked out a bunny.

And my daughter a dog. She loves doggies, do you see that maternal hold?

Primary Lesson

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:40:00 +0000

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.

Thanksgiving

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 02:31:00 +0000

A few weeks ago at a Relief Society Gratitude dinner, our guest speaker asked each of us to quickly say one thing we were thanksful for. I slightly cheated when I said,
"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.

Lame-o Blame-o

noreply@blogger.com (le) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:15:00 +0000

I have been a pretty crappy blogger as of late. I wait in anticipation for other's updates on google reader, thinking this is hypocritical, where are mine? I have none, my brain is mute. I have mental break downs occasionally, when I hang the same ad hoc curtain separating my children's beds for nap time, and it falls 5 times in the process. I stare at the wall, and at my sewing cabinet, wondering why I'm not finishing the last few presents.
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.