Tuesday, June 27, 2006
1. I have several unfounded, childish fears that I've developed as an adult.
2. I love to cook.
3. I hate to clean.
4. I am much better at project cleaning than every day cleaning.
5. Autumn in my favorite season.
6. I met my husband by dating his brother.
7. I think a good summer can be measured by the number of Otter Pops you consume.
8. I do not do well in temperatures above 80 degrees.
9. The deliveries of both of my children were emergencies.
10. I have a very long list of things I want that I cannot afford to buy.
11. I have an even longer list of things I have that money cannot buy.
12. I change my penmanship almost every time I write.
13. I love to make people laugh, even if I have to look like an idiot to do so.
14. I often quote movies.
15. I still watch cartoons.
16. I like shows made for pre-teens.
17. I enjoy singing far more than others like to hear me sing.
18. I often have dreams about high school.
19. I rarely feel like I fit in.
20. I love to watch clouds.
21. I like kids more than they like me.
22. I was a homecoming queen candidate but no one asked me to the dance.
23. Seafood grosses me out.
24. It will be a long time before I consider working outside the home again.
25. I will probably never go back to school and finish my Business Management degree.
26. I love my husband and kids beyond what I thought I was capable of.
27. I have short, fat toes.
28. I want more kids.
29. I have several allergies.
30. I used to be an awesome dancer.
31. I am having a hard time keeping this list positive.
32. I didn't know I had a soft spot until I had babies.
33. I am a fun person to have at a party.
34. I am boring one-on-one.
35. I love being part of a big family.
36. I am a terrible artist.
37. I've made several quilts.
38. Two guys claim that I "Dear John"d them on their missions, but I'm pretty sure I took care of it before they left.
39. I have a major sweet tooth.
40. I only went to one boy's choice dance at my high school; Senior Prom.
41. I am typing faster than the cursor can keep up.
42. I wish more people would comment on my blog.
43. I don't have any Hollywood crushes.
44. Calculus was my favorite subject in high school.
45. I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight, but with a different shape.
46. I actually want a minivan.
47. I have been in the Primary for 3 years, serving in as many positions.
48. I wish more people wrote hand-written letters.
49. I've bonded more with Kenley than I did with Isaac as a baby.
50. I think humor and food make just about any situation better.
51. I think I'm a true friend...to both of you. ;^)
52. Our phone seldom rings for me.
53. I'm too lazy to sort through the clearance racks while shopping.
54. I don't think I was any more spoiled by being the only girl out of 7 children.
55. My mom thinks I live a charmed life.
56. One of my favorite songs is "The Star Spangled Banner."
57. I am often selfish.
58. I watch too much TV.
59. I make a mean cheesecake.
60. I had only groomsmen at my wedding reception.
61. I had never been on an airplane until I flew to Acapulco for my honeymoon.
62. Family is very important to me.
63. I like that I have small babies.
64. I would love to build furniture, if I didn't have wood allergies.
65. I think I would be a good cake decorator.
66. I'm pretty good at almost everything that I try.
67. I am a dead-eye with a rifle.
68. I really want to learn to play the guitar.
69. I look silly in professional clothing.
70. I'm not as good of a housekeeper as I thought I'd be.
71. I taught myself how to play the piano.
72. I cannot afford to decorate according to my taste.
73. I wish my house had a library.
74. Memorizing songs is second nature to me.
75. I enjoy cooking for company, but I'm awkward at entertaining guests.
76. I cannot sleep if my sheets or blanket are not straight. (I find it strange that Jeremiah can.)
77. I feel anxiety when I see someone with only one sock on.
78. I am not a risk taker.
79. I have a tattoo, but I wish I didn't.
80. My husband would not have liked me if he had met me one year earlier than he did.
81. I'm usually the one who mows the lawn.
82. I miss the Smurfs.
83. Every time I check the mail I'm hopeful someone has sent us money for no reason.
84. I remember peoples' birthdays really well, but I'm usually late at sending gifts and greetings.
85. I am historically ignorant.
86. I still delight in simple pleasures. Ooh! Something shiny!
87. I love surprises.
88. I was grounded for months at a time as a teenager.
89. My faith has not yet been tested.
90. I have been extremely blessed with two very content babies.
91. I want to name my next boy (should I have one) Jack Davis.
92. I felt kind of silly when a friend asked me if I had a problem with her naming her son Isaac.
93. I don't think I fit the stereotype of what girls are like.
94. I was very "boy crazy" growing up.
95. My biggest pet peeve right now is the condition of our home office / nursury / toy room.
96. I am constantly hungry.
97. I sucked my thumb until I entered Kindergarten.
98. Americanized Mexican food is my favorite.
99. I love riding on roller coasters.
100. I found it difficult to write this list!
Well, that should have given the 'I' key sufficient use!
Monday, June 26, 2006
When he follows me to the bathroom I politely say that I need some privacy and he usually grabs the doorknob and closes the door behind him on his way out. This morning he did just that as he stated, "I will get you some privacy." I thought it was funny that he said "get" instead of "give" but I didn't think much of it until he opened the door again. "Here's some privacy" he said pretending to hand it to me. I made the mistake of laughing which only encouraged him to continue retrieving privacy, which apparently existed in abundance in the hallway.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Why Gwen, three posts in one day? Well, yes. I got this new camera (by new I mean new to me) and I just got the software that goes with it. So some of this is stuff that I've been saving.
This is one of the reasons I wanted a better digital camera. I'm so glad I could capture some of the things my kids do that make me laugh. I love it when Kenley does this face.
Sorry that you have to watch it sideways, I'm a novice at this stuff.
And Kenley enjoyed her bath in the sink. She had a good time splashing and watching herself in the mirror.
Saturday, June 24, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Jeremiah's Aunt Cheryl and two of her kids, Sarah & David, were in town from San Diego and we had fun having them over for dinner. Isaac wasn't too interested in the food, but he was very excited to have a table full of people to entertain. After the spaghetti feed we had a nice visit before partaking of a freakin' awesome blueberry pie and then saying goodbye.
Afterwards, Jeremiah and I went outside and set up the tent. We made a make-shift bed for Isaac out of pillows and blankets but he ended up sleeping on the air mattress with Jeremiah and me. Poor Jeremiah was sandwiched in between Isaac and I until 3:30 this morning when we finally decided to put Isaac in his own bed and grab an extra blanket for the two of us. It was kind of chilly, but nothing like the 8 inches of snow Kate and her family experienced, so I can't really complain. Besides, the chill gave us an excuse to cuddle...not that we needed one... We slept outside Kenley's window and she woke us up at about 7:30 this morning. We both came in and jumped in our bed to finish up any sleepy time we had left.
I had to tend some children this morning from about 9:00 to 11:00 and Isaac had fun playing with his friend Mason and his sister Megan. After they left Jeremiah surprised us with a family outing. We went to Bajio for lunch. (Can't go wrong there!) Isaac had his share of rice and beans while Jeremiah and I enjoyed our giant chimichangas. And then we headed to the theater to see Cars. It was a cute show and we all enjoyed it.
And the fun isn't over yet! Tomorrow, Isaac is looking forward to a play-date with his Nana and then we are headed to Boise
No, I didn't do all this to make up for Tuesday. This is probably how these two days would have turned out anyway. I know I'm not a bad mother, I just wish I was a better one sometimes!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
And yet, you did act beyond your years today. I know you tried to stay quiet and play by yourself. You whined less than usual - which I hope you keep up, by the way - and used your "nice voice" when you asked for things. And although I was not very nice to you, you did not cry. I helped you brush your teeth and then you put yourself to bed. You did not ask for a story, a song or anything to drink. You even tucked yourself in. By the time I finished getting myself ready for bed you were already asleep. I came in, kissed you on the head and told you that I loved you. Then I realized that that was the first time I had told you that today and you didn't even get to hear it. And then I cried.
I'm so proud of you. You're such a great kid, in spite of me. I'm sorry that you didn't get the love and attention from your mother today that you deserve. I hope you'll forgive me, and I hope you don't remember this day. I do hope, however, that you remember tomorrow, because I promise you it will be better.
Although Isaac didn't get the Spiderman flashlight, we did pick out a package that had two flashlights, an orange one and a blue one. I asked Isaac if he thought Daddy would like having two, to which he responded, "I get the blue one."
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Needless to say Jeremiah is even better with our own children. He stood by my side as I delivered Isaac and he was first to hold him. I was very sick and I have few memories of the delivery room but I will never forget waking up to see my brand new baby in the loving arms of his awestruck father.
After Isaac's birth I had to go back to work after only 2 weeks. It would have been very hard for me if it weren't for the fact that Isaac was home with his daddy. Jeremiah didn't take any classes that summer and he and Isaac formed a bond over that time that they still have. He was the one who always got up in the middle of the night to feed Isaac so that I could sleep. And he never complained about it. Jeremiah had such a soft spot for Isaac. I remember suggesting that it was time to move Isaac into his own room after just a few weeks and Jeremiah couldn't let him go just yet. In fact, the only time I've seen Jeremiah even close to tearing up was when he stood to bear his testimony the day Isaac was blessed. Also, to this day he is the only parent in our household who has been pooped on. Isaac seemed to make the best of every opportunity for that...
Isaac looks up to Jeremiah so much and he is always excited when "Daddy is coming today." (That's pretty telling of how often we've seen him lately between school and work, but things should be slowing down!)
Jeremiah is equally great with Kenley. He can walk into the room and she instantly grins and starts to get excited. He was a little worried when he found out we were having a girl. He comes from a family of 6 boys and wasn't sure he would know how to handle a baby girl, but he's done a great job. Occasionally he needs a little guidance, as he did when he put her ruffle-bum pants with the ruffle in front, but she knows he loves her, and that's all she needs.
I know that I am very blessed to have a husband who is also a great father. He is interested in his kids and loves to play with them. He provides them with love and entertainment. He also helps with the discipline, too, and I appreciate that...I don't always want to be the "bad guy."
I love you Jeremiah. Happy Father's Day.
The idea backfired.
I wasn't counting on Isaac being a narcissist and loving to watch himself on the tiny screen. He asked several times to "watch the fit again!" - with a little too much zeal, might I add. It didn't quite work out the way I had hoped, so I deleted the short clip. It would have been cool if it had worked. It didn't...but that would have been cool.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Not too long ago I called a person I hadn't spoken to in five years. We had a falling out (one of several over the course of about 10 years) right at the time we both got married. The timing of that was both unfortunate and perfect. On the one hand we weren't the friends you'd like to have on one of the happiest days of your life. On the other hand it was a good time to let go of old things as we started new lives and went our separate ways.
I'm not exactly sure what made me call. I wasn't trying to revive a friendship with her. I didn't call to apologize either. I suppose I just wanted to say that I had not forgotten her as a person and that although we may never speak again, it's not because I hate her. She, of course, was shocked that I had called but we had a nice little chat. Nothing real personal, just a catch up on how many kids we'd had and things of that sort.
I don't expect to hear from her; our friendship faded a long time ago. But I'm glad I called. I feel better about myself knowing that I made that call.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
I think Kenley is going to keep me pretty busy. She's started taking a few steps along the furniture and already has explored far more in the house than Isaac ever has. She seems to always be looking for an adventure and is rarely content to sit still. I have a feeling that if I am to have more kids one had better come soon before Kenley is all over the place and I have a chance to change my mind!
Her most recent exploration took her to the kitchen. More specifically the oven. I was baking, so of course the oven was hot, and she decided that the space between the oven and the drawer beneath it would be a good hold to help her stand. It proved to be a good hold but it apparently was as hot as the oven as well. Needless to say her tiny finger blistered from the burn. I felt so bad! I had never realized that there was a space down there that was hazardous!
I called Jeremiah at work to explain what happened, just in case he saw the blister and wondered what realm of torture I had exposed our children to while he was away. As I was cooking dinner the next day, Jeremiah looked at the oven and said, "Is this where she burned herself?" As he said it, he too placed his fingers in the space. Wouldn't you know it, the oven was on again. He'll claim that he burned himself to better sympathize with Kenley but I will always refer to it as "The Idiot Factor."
Sunday, June 11, 2006
On a side note...I hope God has a sense of humor. Because I do. And I laughed.
Well the other day Isaac came to me asking for "butt bubbles."' Butt bubbles? I repeated his request and he said, "butt bubbles." From the emphasis on "butt" I gathered that I was misinterpreting his meaning, though I had no idea just what he could be talking about. I tried to grab a blue bottle hoping that just any bubbles would work, but he insisted, "No, butt bubbles!" Exasperated I asked what exactly butt bubbles were. He said "Ernie is orange and Butt is yellow!"
Oh...yellow bubbles...Bert bubbles.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Me: You want to drive?
Me: Do you think that would be a good idea?
Isaac: That is a very good i-dee-uh.
Me: Do you even know how to drive?
Isaac: Yep, like this.
We then reached a stop light and I turned around to see Isaac gripping his invisible steering wheel, casually glancing about his surroundings and "steering' quite gently. For a moment he looked so grown up. Not the wreckless driving from the backseat that I expected from a 3-year old.
The light turned green and we both "drove" the remainder of the distance to the mall. I told him he did a good job and someday we would let him drive for real. I know that day will come far sooner than I can now imagine. Those moments of visualizing him as a grown up will soon become a reality. I just hope he's as responsible then as he is now. Especially if he's going to be driving my car!
Monday, June 05, 2006
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Friday, June 02, 2006
That being said, this morning I put Kenley in her crib while I showered. The only thing in there with her was a plush doll to keep her occupied for the 10 minutes or so that I couldn't keep a direct eye on her. You can imagine my shock when I went in to check on her after my shower and found fresh blood smeared on her sheets! I immediately lifted her out of her crib and started to survey her little body.
I started with her head thinking that perhaps she had konked her nose or something since her new favorite pasttime is to stand up every chance she gets. But her head was clean. I was perplexed as I checked over the rest of her body, unable to find the source. Nothing on her belly, arms, legs, feet, TOES! Her baby toe on her right foot was forming a small bead. Now as I said, there was nothing in her crib that could possibly break skin! Oh wait, there was something. Kenley's teeth. Looking at the size of the wound all I can surmise is that she bit her own foot and drew blood. Now, how could I have prevented that?