I woke up feeling like my arms were made of steel. Not because they are in shape and fine tuned either.
I can only sleep on my left side, so by morning I feel a bit numb all over.
I’m happy to report this is the extent of my sleeping problems during pregnancy.
Sleeping is NOT a problem. Getting out of bed and feeling my arms and legs is.
In getting ready for church this morning I admired my “roundness” in the mirror. I am a lot bigger than I thought. Wearing pj’s day in and out has really contributed to image denial.
I gave up on nylons- they manage to make me feel like I want to kill something by the time they are on straight- no matter how skinny I am.
So today I wore knee highs.
“I have the legs of a Grandma.” I thought as I posed for the mirror.
“Sam, how do I look?” I dare ask.
I’m sure he replied with something nice but all I remember was his reference to my Granny legs.
I was right, I looked like a Granny.
My ankles have transformed into cankles.
Pregnancy really takes over my body. I gain a lot of weight. More than the expected 30lbs.
I’m ok with that.
I watch with wonder as my image takes on a new shape. It’s amazing how big a belly can get.
In a way I don’t feel like my body is mine anymore. It belongs to the baby for now.
I am just as surprised with the changes as anyone.
I’m happy I feel good. I happy we are healthy. I’m happy to be a Granny for a few more months.
I know my body will return. If I hadn’t done this 3 times before I’d be a little concerned, but it always bounces back.
Pregnancy is an honor.
Carrying this child without knowing the gender has forced me to pay more attention to feelings. I know nothing about this unborn child except that it is from God.
But I have special feelings and a bond toward this baby that is so sweet. I can feel I am carrying a “person”,
a Child of God. A Spirit that needs me right now.
Not knowing the gender has kept me from daydreaming of the future boy or girl. I’m not falsely creating personality or assumptions of how it will fit into our family.
This baby’s Spirit is felt and is very real.
I look forward to the day more is revealed but I already feel I know my baby.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
My kind of Day
January 31, 2010 5:18 PM
Yesterday was my kind of day!! A day with nothing planned and all day to get my house clean. It was a day I didn’t even look in the mirror or change from my pajamas.
A day I didn’t worry about meals because Sam takes over in the kitchen.
A day the kids clean their room, bathroom, livingroom, dust, take out the garbage and vacuum.
I get to the junk drawers, laundry, bills, organizing the attic and other time consuming things I don’t start during the week because I know I will be interrupted by other activities or schedules.
At the end of the day I sat by the fire happy to be a bit more organized in a clean house and completely stuffed from a delicious Mexican dinner I didn’t fix!
I love that my kids can clean a room as well as I can and my husband cooks better than me!
I love that THEY made my kind of day!
Yesterday was my kind of day!! A day with nothing planned and all day to get my house clean. It was a day I didn’t even look in the mirror or change from my pajamas.
A day I didn’t worry about meals because Sam takes over in the kitchen.
A day the kids clean their room, bathroom, livingroom, dust, take out the garbage and vacuum.
I get to the junk drawers, laundry, bills, organizing the attic and other time consuming things I don’t start during the week because I know I will be interrupted by other activities or schedules.
At the end of the day I sat by the fire happy to be a bit more organized in a clean house and completely stuffed from a delicious Mexican dinner I didn’t fix!
I love that my kids can clean a room as well as I can and my husband cooks better than me!
I love that THEY made my kind of day!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Photo of the Week
We were HAPPY to get a fresh dump of snow yesterday morning.
I don't mind the snow as long as the blue sky shows up every once in awhile. I am pleased with winter this time around.
I don't mind the snow as long as the blue sky shows up every once in awhile. I am pleased with winter this time around.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Den Leader
January 26, 2010 8:31 PM
Tuesday’s we have Scouts. I am the Den Leader for the 8 year old Wolves, and have been for the past year. I don’t really mind being the Den leader.
Because I am the Den leader I don’t have a Sunday calling, which means I show up and enjoy the full 3 hours of Enlightenment.
I think that’s the best part of being a Den Leader.
It’s easy enough that I almost forget EVERY week that we have to go.
Sometime on Monday the light goes on and I remember I need to plan Scouts.
Tuesday after school we eat a snack, I try to prepare dinner (or get it mostly prepared) and gather up the kids and go.
For an hour I get to instruct 8 boys on how to serve God, their Country and Community. (watch them run like maniacs in the gym. They are like magnets to a ball. No one can pay attention if a ball is in the room. very strange)
I realized today that Tuesdays are my lazy days. I never have my hair done on Tuesday. So, week after week my Den AND their parents see me on a grunge day....how lovely.
Go Akela.
Tuesday’s we have Scouts. I am the Den Leader for the 8 year old Wolves, and have been for the past year. I don’t really mind being the Den leader.
Because I am the Den leader I don’t have a Sunday calling, which means I show up and enjoy the full 3 hours of Enlightenment.
I think that’s the best part of being a Den Leader.
It’s easy enough that I almost forget EVERY week that we have to go.
Sometime on Monday the light goes on and I remember I need to plan Scouts.
Tuesday after school we eat a snack, I try to prepare dinner (or get it mostly prepared) and gather up the kids and go.
For an hour I get to instruct 8 boys on how to serve God, their Country and Community. (watch them run like maniacs in the gym. They are like magnets to a ball. No one can pay attention if a ball is in the room. very strange)
I realized today that Tuesdays are my lazy days. I never have my hair done on Tuesday. So, week after week my Den AND their parents see me on a grunge day....how lovely.
Go Akela.
Monday, January 25, 2010
bedtime
Lately I have been tired enough to choose sleeping on the COUCH rather than my BED!
I’ll admit I have even shared a few Moons with the recliner too.
I feel a little separation between me and the bed.
I don’t know that I can place my finger on the issue but there are feelings that need to surface.
Something just isn’t right.
I don’t like BEDTIME.
Last night I slept the entire night with my head at the foot of the bed.
It’s as if I am trying to trick myself mentally that I am NOT really “in” bed.
I have always had issues with bed time. I have a hard time shutting down. When I lived at home it really irritated me when my mom would turn off all the lights at 10pm and go to bed. aka: Put the house to bed.
I don’t like the whole routine of it all.
Ideally, I like to fall asleep when and where I am -when I feel sleepy.
“Falling Asleep“ means stay where you are when you dose off. It doesn’t require checking all the locks on the doors, turing off lights, changing into pajamas, or setting the alarm. All that mumbo jumbo wakes you right back up!
I love falling asleep next to Sam on the couch, or with a book in hand. Nothing scheduled about it.
For several years Sam would try to wake me and have me move into the bedroom if I fell asleep. Now he knows better.
”If I am asleep on the bathroom floor-LEAVE me there!“ I would tell him.
It seems as if he has taken to my sleeping theory lately.
I find after long chats on the couch we both doze off and I wake up to lights on and Sam right next to me, or I find him under the reading light with book in hand at wee hours of the morning snoozing away.
That is peaceful sleep to me. That means total relaxation.
Brushing, changing, locking doors, checking on kids, saying prayers, setting the alarm and even QT with the hubby can be done BEFORE bedtime.
Bedtime is when you ARE asleep!
Too add to my quirkiness I also sleep better if I don’t know what time it is. I’ll avoid looking at the clock if I can. I feel better in the morning if I don’t know the hours I did or didn’t get.
My body tells me if I need more or less. Sam thinks my sleep meter is broken. I could easily use 12 hours a night. (and a nap would be nice)
So, there is my bedtime drama.
Am I normal?
January 25, 2010 7:53 PM
I’ll admit I have even shared a few Moons with the recliner too.
I feel a little separation between me and the bed.
I don’t know that I can place my finger on the issue but there are feelings that need to surface.
Something just isn’t right.
I don’t like BEDTIME.
Last night I slept the entire night with my head at the foot of the bed.
It’s as if I am trying to trick myself mentally that I am NOT really “in” bed.
I have always had issues with bed time. I have a hard time shutting down. When I lived at home it really irritated me when my mom would turn off all the lights at 10pm and go to bed. aka: Put the house to bed.
I don’t like the whole routine of it all.
Ideally, I like to fall asleep when and where I am -when I feel sleepy.
“Falling Asleep“ means stay where you are when you dose off. It doesn’t require checking all the locks on the doors, turing off lights, changing into pajamas, or setting the alarm. All that mumbo jumbo wakes you right back up!
I love falling asleep next to Sam on the couch, or with a book in hand. Nothing scheduled about it.
For several years Sam would try to wake me and have me move into the bedroom if I fell asleep. Now he knows better.
”If I am asleep on the bathroom floor-LEAVE me there!“ I would tell him.
It seems as if he has taken to my sleeping theory lately.
I find after long chats on the couch we both doze off and I wake up to lights on and Sam right next to me, or I find him under the reading light with book in hand at wee hours of the morning snoozing away.
That is peaceful sleep to me. That means total relaxation.
Brushing, changing, locking doors, checking on kids, saying prayers, setting the alarm and even QT with the hubby can be done BEFORE bedtime.
Bedtime is when you ARE asleep!
Too add to my quirkiness I also sleep better if I don’t know what time it is. I’ll avoid looking at the clock if I can. I feel better in the morning if I don’t know the hours I did or didn’t get.
My body tells me if I need more or less. Sam thinks my sleep meter is broken. I could easily use 12 hours a night. (and a nap would be nice)
So, there is my bedtime drama.
Am I normal?
January 25, 2010 7:53 PM
A Good day
January 25, 2010 6:24 PM
Getting out of bed is a whole lot easier when you know your kitchen is clean.
Monday feels good when all you have on the agenda is visiting teaching.
Swimming with goggles that fit make exercise a whole new experience.
Rain all day calls for oversized football sweats and slippers.
Dinner when Dad is out of town is Cream of Wheat.
Heartburn with Tums is what I had for dessert.
Bedtime an hour early with no one noticing is a sneaky move!!
The rest of the evening all to myself....HEAVENLY!
Going to bed in a clean house and a breakfast date with a friend makes tomorrow already wonderful!!
Getting out of bed is a whole lot easier when you know your kitchen is clean.
Monday feels good when all you have on the agenda is visiting teaching.
Swimming with goggles that fit make exercise a whole new experience.
Rain all day calls for oversized football sweats and slippers.
Dinner when Dad is out of town is Cream of Wheat.
Heartburn with Tums is what I had for dessert.
Bedtime an hour early with no one noticing is a sneaky move!!
The rest of the evening all to myself....HEAVENLY!
Going to bed in a clean house and a breakfast date with a friend makes tomorrow already wonderful!!
Saturday, January 23, 2010
photo of the week
This is my late posting of my photo for the week.
Blue sky and a church in NYC. If you look closely the picture isn't so tranquil!
Blue sky and a church in NYC. If you look closely the picture isn't so tranquil!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Vaccinations- my Reading
Last night I spent the evening reading a book about vaccinations.
It’s titled “What you Doctor may Not tell you about Children’s Vaccinations.“
I need to have a Medical record ready for Jace to enter Kindergarten and I know they aren’t going to like that he hasn’t been immunized completely.
Jarom and Jennica are fully immunized but I stopped half way through with Jace. I really didn’t feel good about them but didn’t have the knowledge so I just didn’t get them.
I have read a few books this past year and feel very strongly against most vaccinations and the ”One size fits all“ shot requirements the State demands.
I will refuse shots on the new baby until it’s older. Absolutely NO shots at the Hospital!!!!
I feel better prepared to make decisions and fight my position with the school.
Some shots are ok but NEVER more than one at a time, and I will wait till the child is Older. Like 2 before I start.
Another book I have read is
Vaccinations A Thoughtful parents guide.
I DO NOT like how vaccines are made nor that they think every child needs EVERY shot.
No wonder we have so many disabilities and sickness with kids these days.
It’s titled “What you Doctor may Not tell you about Children’s Vaccinations.“
I need to have a Medical record ready for Jace to enter Kindergarten and I know they aren’t going to like that he hasn’t been immunized completely.
Jarom and Jennica are fully immunized but I stopped half way through with Jace. I really didn’t feel good about them but didn’t have the knowledge so I just didn’t get them.
I have read a few books this past year and feel very strongly against most vaccinations and the ”One size fits all“ shot requirements the State demands.
I will refuse shots on the new baby until it’s older. Absolutely NO shots at the Hospital!!!!
I feel better prepared to make decisions and fight my position with the school.
Some shots are ok but NEVER more than one at a time, and I will wait till the child is Older. Like 2 before I start.
Another book I have read is
Vaccinations A Thoughtful parents guide.
I DO NOT like how vaccines are made nor that they think every child needs EVERY shot.
No wonder we have so many disabilities and sickness with kids these days.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Photo of the week
Shadows were fun on this day! It was January but felt like a beautiful Spring Day. We played in the SNOW without coats!
This is Super Hero Jace and his bike. (Never mind the large leaf on the ground-clearly I missed that!)
This is Super Hero Jace and his bike. (Never mind the large leaf on the ground-clearly I missed that!)
Friday, January 15, 2010
disappear- A "Mommy Magic" Story
I have a four year old that is very clever.
He thinks he can make himself disappear and reappear.
He tells me to look away and when I do he runs out of the room. He is convinced I truly believe he has disappeared!
It’s so cute to see him display his magical talent.
This week he decided he was exempt from house rules. He didn’t make his bed or clean up his room. He refused to do it. After two days of toys, and clothes thrown on his floor I decided I had to flex some mommy muscle and get him moving.
“Jace, today is the day!” I cheered.
“Today is the day for what?” he questioned with just as much excitement as I.
“Today you get to make that mess in your room disappear!” I proclaimed with a hint of magical wonder.
He stared into my face with a bit of stupor but quite a bit of amusement.
“You do know how to make things disappear, right?” I questioned.
He didn’t answer. He kept that secret to himself.
“Go see if you can make all the legos disappear in your room.”
Still no answer, just a sly smile.
“Come tell me when your done.“ I stated with complete confidence in his magical ability.
Off he ran into his room.
A few min later a very proud, confident boy strutted into my room and announced he had completed his task!
”What?!!“ I exclaimed in wonder. ”You DID it, already?“
This really fueled the fire. Soon he was jumping up and down begging me to challenge him to another task.
Next came the clothes, trucks, books, dress ups, and finally the bed!
He made them ALL disappear!
I DID IT MOM! I MADE THE ENTIRE MESS DISAPPEAR!
He is so clever!
He thinks he can make himself disappear and reappear.
He tells me to look away and when I do he runs out of the room. He is convinced I truly believe he has disappeared!
It’s so cute to see him display his magical talent.
This week he decided he was exempt from house rules. He didn’t make his bed or clean up his room. He refused to do it. After two days of toys, and clothes thrown on his floor I decided I had to flex some mommy muscle and get him moving.
“Jace, today is the day!” I cheered.
“Today is the day for what?” he questioned with just as much excitement as I.
“Today you get to make that mess in your room disappear!” I proclaimed with a hint of magical wonder.
He stared into my face with a bit of stupor but quite a bit of amusement.
“You do know how to make things disappear, right?” I questioned.
He didn’t answer. He kept that secret to himself.
“Go see if you can make all the legos disappear in your room.”
Still no answer, just a sly smile.
“Come tell me when your done.“ I stated with complete confidence in his magical ability.
Off he ran into his room.
A few min later a very proud, confident boy strutted into my room and announced he had completed his task!
”What?!!“ I exclaimed in wonder. ”You DID it, already?“
This really fueled the fire. Soon he was jumping up and down begging me to challenge him to another task.
Next came the clothes, trucks, books, dress ups, and finally the bed!
He made them ALL disappear!
I DID IT MOM! I MADE THE ENTIRE MESS DISAPPEAR!
He is so clever!
Something to swallow...
I knew I was onto something!
Today I paid a visit to my Dr.
It has been a month since I was there. Just before Christmas to be exact.
The nurse and I had a good laugh when I stepped onto the scale.
She didn’t believe the scale....I DID!
She had me remove my shoes, empty my pockets and try again.
Same results.
“My, you must of had some great Christmas!” She commented.
The past few weeks flashed through my mind.
Sam was home. That means he did most the cooking!
I dined on bacon, eggs, and pancakes most mornings. Ham, potatoes, bread, donuts, and pies; just to name a few.
One week I was hooked on Root-beer- I NEVER drink carbonation but I was drinking it like water!
The scale was telling the truth. The WHOLE truth. We (the nurse and I) were laughing like little school girls about it.
My past visits to the scale have been 3 or 4 pounds gained for the month.
I am stepping into my 3rd Trimester, so weight gain is to be expected,
Just NOT half the total weight goal!!
I gained 15lbs!!!!
It’s good being pregnant!
Today I paid a visit to my Dr.
It has been a month since I was there. Just before Christmas to be exact.
The nurse and I had a good laugh when I stepped onto the scale.
She didn’t believe the scale....I DID!
She had me remove my shoes, empty my pockets and try again.
Same results.
“My, you must of had some great Christmas!” She commented.
The past few weeks flashed through my mind.
Sam was home. That means he did most the cooking!
I dined on bacon, eggs, and pancakes most mornings. Ham, potatoes, bread, donuts, and pies; just to name a few.
One week I was hooked on Root-beer- I NEVER drink carbonation but I was drinking it like water!
The scale was telling the truth. The WHOLE truth. We (the nurse and I) were laughing like little school girls about it.
My past visits to the scale have been 3 or 4 pounds gained for the month.
I am stepping into my 3rd Trimester, so weight gain is to be expected,
Just NOT half the total weight goal!!
I gained 15lbs!!!!
It’s good being pregnant!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Something to chew on
I rushed to the grocery store for one item needed for dinner...Monterey Jack Cheese.
As I hurried to the Entrance a table was set up just outside the doors with a young woman collecting money for the Earthquake victims in Haiti.
As I passed her she kindly said to me, “Please consider this when you leave.”
I immediately knew I wasn’t going to contribute because I was using a debit card and never carry cash.
Then my mind was refocused to getting in and out of the store as fast as I could.
I found the cheese, stood in line longer than I wanted and was soon on my way out.
As I approached the doors, I saw the woman again, and she politely asked if I’d like to contribute. I held up the debit card and said, “Sorry no cash.”
She sweetly replied she understood as I walked away.
Feeling a “little” guilty I wondered if these charities are a success anymore with the wide use of credit cards and debit cards.
I think I’d be more willing to hand over cash if I was ever carrying it.
Just as these thoughts entered my mind and before I got 10 yards away from this woman I spotted a $20 bill in the parking lot!
“You know what?” I called out as I picked it up. “Looks like you just gained $20.”
I returned to her table and dropped the money into her collection box.
I felt good about the exchange until I told Sam about it.
He teased me about taking the easy way out.
“It’s easy to give away someone else’s money isn’t it? No sacrifice, commitment, or risk.”
Suddenly my good deed didn’t feel so good.
He’s right...
It probably would have felt a lot better to ask for cash back when buying my block of cheese and donate my own money.
As I hurried to the Entrance a table was set up just outside the doors with a young woman collecting money for the Earthquake victims in Haiti.
As I passed her she kindly said to me, “Please consider this when you leave.”
I immediately knew I wasn’t going to contribute because I was using a debit card and never carry cash.
Then my mind was refocused to getting in and out of the store as fast as I could.
I found the cheese, stood in line longer than I wanted and was soon on my way out.
As I approached the doors, I saw the woman again, and she politely asked if I’d like to contribute. I held up the debit card and said, “Sorry no cash.”
She sweetly replied she understood as I walked away.
Feeling a “little” guilty I wondered if these charities are a success anymore with the wide use of credit cards and debit cards.
I think I’d be more willing to hand over cash if I was ever carrying it.
Just as these thoughts entered my mind and before I got 10 yards away from this woman I spotted a $20 bill in the parking lot!
“You know what?” I called out as I picked it up. “Looks like you just gained $20.”
I returned to her table and dropped the money into her collection box.
I felt good about the exchange until I told Sam about it.
He teased me about taking the easy way out.
“It’s easy to give away someone else’s money isn’t it? No sacrifice, commitment, or risk.”
Suddenly my good deed didn’t feel so good.
He’s right...
It probably would have felt a lot better to ask for cash back when buying my block of cheese and donate my own money.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Pregnant
It’s official...I am really pregnant.
Sure I’ve been aware of this condition for the past 28 weeks, but as of TODAY it really counts.
Today I woke up after having 9 hours rest and slowly made it through scripture study and breakfast. I Got the kids to school and plopped down on the couch for another 2 1/2 hour nap.
I was OUT. At one time I awoke to a snort I must have caused as I switched positions. I tried really hard to open my eyes to see what the clock read but they didn’t hold up well. It was easier to just return to the comatose state I came from.
Finally at 11:30am I felt I could give the day another try.
I put on my moon boots and coat and headed for the car before I changed my mind. I desperately needed to go grocery shopping.
Sam called while I was out and offered lunch. I declined, partly because I didn’t think I’d get my shopping complete and partly because I didn’t want him to see me this way.
It doesn’t take much for him to convince me of anything. After a quick stop to Costco I was on my way to meet my handsomely dressed husband in my moon boots and unkept face.
Lunch was yummy. I didn’t realize I was so hungry. I was staring at my empty plate a few minuets later wondering if I was full.
As I watched Sam fidget with his Blackberry, across the table, I wondered what his morning was filled with. Just by his appearance it was obvious he had accomplished more than me.
Would it be fair for him to know what I had been up to all morning?
All I have to say is: “I’m holding the baby.” and I’m excused of any situation. That’s our understood “code word” for pregnancy situations aka: get out of jail free card. I use it often. He always smiles and picks up the slack.
Today I literally feel like I am “holding the baby.“ I feel the weight of it in a different way. My belly makes sudden jumps visible to others, as if this child is kicking it’s way out.
Mom called me after lunch. We laughed about how time has crept up on me.
I have plenty more growing to do the problem is I’m running out of space.
I went swimming again this evening. It felt so wonderful! My body is able to stretch in the water in a way that can’t be done otherwise.
While in the water I was moving...in the locker-room it was a different story.
I had a hard time reaching my feet and a harder time getting them into my socks. When I dressed to my surprise I found my belly hanging out of my maternity shirt!!
Refreshed, nonetheless, I picked my kids up from the play room and headed home for dinner.
I waddled today. I felt it.
Today I feel pregnant!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Swim
It’s January
It’s Cold
It’s Snowy
I’m 28 weeks pregnant
I’m grumpy.
I found a new happy place. I like to swim. I didn’t like to swim when training for Triathlons but the water is the only place my body feels free anymore.
I swim laps for 30min. Since I’m doing this for exercise sake (not a time) I find my mind and body really enjoy swimming.
It’s great to be at the gym and be lost in my own thoughts instead of being bombarded with TV monitors and music.
I just need to get used to my body weight when I climb out of the pool. I’m a little tipsy trying to get back to the locker room.
It’s Cold
It’s Snowy
I’m 28 weeks pregnant
I’m grumpy.
I found a new happy place. I like to swim. I didn’t like to swim when training for Triathlons but the water is the only place my body feels free anymore.
I swim laps for 30min. Since I’m doing this for exercise sake (not a time) I find my mind and body really enjoy swimming.
It’s great to be at the gym and be lost in my own thoughts instead of being bombarded with TV monitors and music.
I just need to get used to my body weight when I climb out of the pool. I’m a little tipsy trying to get back to the locker room.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Business of the Tooth Fairy
When I was a child I loved the fantasy world. I could imagine I was someone else or somewhere else for hours on end.
I loved the magic of Christmas, and especially the TOOTH FAIRY.
I loved the thought that I was going to get a special visitor. It was only for ME. This personal attention went a long way with me.
I would arrange all my stuffed animals on the bed in the perfect spot (because I was sure they came alive while I slept) wear my cutest nightgown and try to look perfect as I drifted off to dreamland, impatiently awaiting to see if the fairy really knew I lost a tooth that day.
I didn’t care so much about the money. I can’t even remember weather I got pennies or dollars. It was more about the mystery of a FAIRY knowing me and visiting ME. When I awoke the next morning and found loot under my pillow my whole body would fill with a thrill of excitement. A FAIRY knows me!! A FAIRY saw me last night!! How did she do it? I didn’t hear a thing!
Last week Jarom lost his front tooth. Two days later he lost his other front tooth and a few days after that Jennica lost a bottom tooth.
The Hobi’s are keeping the Tooth Fairy in business!
Being one that loved the whole Fairy experience as a child, I sure don’t envy her job anymore. I’m not sure why, but I really dislike the thought of that job!
We have a GREAT tooth fairy. Her name is Toothina. (She looks a lot like my sister.)
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She is rather punctual, except for one tooth. She missed a visit with Jarom but followed up the next night with a lovely letter and apology. She even responded to a class project for Jarom with a 2 page report and picture explaining her family line and duties. (Photo above)
We learned her Mother was my tooth fairy! And when the Hobi kids have kids her kid will be their fairy. (It stays in the family)
So back to my issue about her job... I find it too intense to have to sneak into their rooms after they have gone to sleep. This must mean a very LATE hour because what kid goes right to sleep when they are expecting a visitor that night??
What would happen if they woke up on her? What would she say? She couldn’t pretend to be tucking them into bed...SHE’S A FAIRY!!
WHat happens when she gets to their bed and she can’t find the tooth! How on earth is she to search under the pillow their huge head is atop of?
And what determines the amount for each tooth? How can she remember what she gave for the last tooth or even the older sibling??
It’s stressful enough for me to keep track of their tooth before nightfall. My kids are usually so excited about the lost tooth that they misplace them. I panic and spend the evening on my hands and knees searching for the tiny tooth so they wouldn’t miss out on the experience later that night.
By my bed time I am exhausted, as I crawl into bed I am thankful the Hobi’s have an awesome Tooth Fairy and pray the kids will stop loosing teeth so quickly and hope they won't catch her that night!
Being a Tooth Fairy isn't what I signed up for! I so glad I chose to be a Mom instead!
** One night the Tooth Fairy had called a substitute to do the job because she was out to a “Fairy Training” Upon returning she found a note on HER pillow expressing the job wasn’t done with the substitute snoring away in bed.
It’s a tough job!
I loved the magic of Christmas, and especially the TOOTH FAIRY.
I loved the thought that I was going to get a special visitor. It was only for ME. This personal attention went a long way with me.
I would arrange all my stuffed animals on the bed in the perfect spot (because I was sure they came alive while I slept) wear my cutest nightgown and try to look perfect as I drifted off to dreamland, impatiently awaiting to see if the fairy really knew I lost a tooth that day.
I didn’t care so much about the money. I can’t even remember weather I got pennies or dollars. It was more about the mystery of a FAIRY knowing me and visiting ME. When I awoke the next morning and found loot under my pillow my whole body would fill with a thrill of excitement. A FAIRY knows me!! A FAIRY saw me last night!! How did she do it? I didn’t hear a thing!
Last week Jarom lost his front tooth. Two days later he lost his other front tooth and a few days after that Jennica lost a bottom tooth.
The Hobi’s are keeping the Tooth Fairy in business!
Being one that loved the whole Fairy experience as a child, I sure don’t envy her job anymore. I’m not sure why, but I really dislike the thought of that job!
We have a GREAT tooth fairy. Her name is Toothina. (She looks a lot like my sister.)
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She is rather punctual, except for one tooth. She missed a visit with Jarom but followed up the next night with a lovely letter and apology. She even responded to a class project for Jarom with a 2 page report and picture explaining her family line and duties. (Photo above)
We learned her Mother was my tooth fairy! And when the Hobi kids have kids her kid will be their fairy. (It stays in the family)
So back to my issue about her job... I find it too intense to have to sneak into their rooms after they have gone to sleep. This must mean a very LATE hour because what kid goes right to sleep when they are expecting a visitor that night??
What would happen if they woke up on her? What would she say? She couldn’t pretend to be tucking them into bed...SHE’S A FAIRY!!
WHat happens when she gets to their bed and she can’t find the tooth! How on earth is she to search under the pillow their huge head is atop of?
And what determines the amount for each tooth? How can she remember what she gave for the last tooth or even the older sibling??
It’s stressful enough for me to keep track of their tooth before nightfall. My kids are usually so excited about the lost tooth that they misplace them. I panic and spend the evening on my hands and knees searching for the tiny tooth so they wouldn’t miss out on the experience later that night.
By my bed time I am exhausted, as I crawl into bed I am thankful the Hobi’s have an awesome Tooth Fairy and pray the kids will stop loosing teeth so quickly and hope they won't catch her that night!
Being a Tooth Fairy isn't what I signed up for! I so glad I chose to be a Mom instead!
** One night the Tooth Fairy had called a substitute to do the job because she was out to a “Fairy Training” Upon returning she found a note on HER pillow expressing the job wasn’t done with the substitute snoring away in bed.
It’s a tough job!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Visit to Santa 09
Today was another magical day.
It started out like a usual school morning but Sam and I had a trick up our sleeve.
The kids were dressed for school and herded into the car, but instead of dropping them off to school I told them I was kidnaping them for the day. Of course they didn't believe me till I actually drove past the school.
Chants and cheers roared from the back seat when we announced we were going into NYC to visit Santa at Macy's.
We spent an hour in line for Santa, which the kids endured very well. There were plenty of Elves and attractions to look at as we wandered through the "North Pole."
Santa was happy to see us. The kids were happy to see Santa. Oddly enough no one had much to say once they were sitting on his lap.
When he asked what they wanted for Christmas Jace answered a hammer (????!!!) Jennica wasn't sure and Jarom mentioned something about his missing two front teeth.
Pictures were taken and we were escorted out into the not as magical land of Macy's again. Throughout the department store there were "Mail Stations" where you could write a letter to Santa and drop it into the mail box. We took a seat and each of us wrote our list. Jennica was still stumped at the wishes to make, Jarom once again asked for Star Wars toys, 3rd year in a row, and Jace requesting that darn hammer!
Next we took to the Subway and headed for China town to enjoy a lunch of dumplings at our favorite Restaurant Joe's Shanghi.
It was a beautiful day in the City. The sky was blue the sun was bright but Christmas was in the air.
The kids had a great time. So did I.
(Click on pictures for larger view)
It started out like a usual school morning but Sam and I had a trick up our sleeve.
The kids were dressed for school and herded into the car, but instead of dropping them off to school I told them I was kidnaping them for the day. Of course they didn't believe me till I actually drove past the school.
Chants and cheers roared from the back seat when we announced we were going into NYC to visit Santa at Macy's.
We spent an hour in line for Santa, which the kids endured very well. There were plenty of Elves and attractions to look at as we wandered through the "North Pole."
Santa was happy to see us. The kids were happy to see Santa. Oddly enough no one had much to say once they were sitting on his lap.
When he asked what they wanted for Christmas Jace answered a hammer (????!!!) Jennica wasn't sure and Jarom mentioned something about his missing two front teeth.
Pictures were taken and we were escorted out into the not as magical land of Macy's again. Throughout the department store there were "Mail Stations" where you could write a letter to Santa and drop it into the mail box. We took a seat and each of us wrote our list. Jennica was still stumped at the wishes to make, Jarom once again asked for Star Wars toys, 3rd year in a row, and Jace requesting that darn hammer!
Next we took to the Subway and headed for China town to enjoy a lunch of dumplings at our favorite Restaurant Joe's Shanghi.
It was a beautiful day in the City. The sky was blue the sun was bright but Christmas was in the air.
The kids had a great time. So did I.
(Click on pictures for larger view)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
On my way home
In a few hours I'm back to the airport. Back to life.
Is it bad that I thoroughly enjoyed my 6 days away?
Is it bad that didn't miss my kids at all? (I knew they were perfectly safe with dad)
Last night was the only night I didn't sleep well.
I lay awake thinking of all the things I would be faced with when I return.
I'm amazed at how easy it was for me to shut it all out when I walked out of my home.
I needed this quiet, slow time away.
Hopefully I'll give more tender hugs and have a rejuvenated bounce in my step when I return....
after I give dad a BIG THANK YOU!!! (and send him off to the gym)
Is it bad that I thoroughly enjoyed my 6 days away?
Is it bad that didn't miss my kids at all? (I knew they were perfectly safe with dad)
Last night was the only night I didn't sleep well.
I lay awake thinking of all the things I would be faced with when I return.
I'm amazed at how easy it was for me to shut it all out when I walked out of my home.
I needed this quiet, slow time away.
Hopefully I'll give more tender hugs and have a rejuvenated bounce in my step when I return....
after I give dad a BIG THANK YOU!!! (and send him off to the gym)
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Olivia
For the past five days I have been away.
Away from schedules, email and my family.
My stay in California has been so peaceful. I do what 2 month old Olivia does.
My days have been filled with naps, feedings, kisses and SUN.
Naps for myself, feedings from great resturants, and kisses for my brand new niece Olivia, in the warm SUN!
I’m not sure why I packed a bag. I’ve been in my pj’s most the time.
One morning Olivia seemed to be on New York time so she and I sat together in her room and played till the sun came up, while her mom and dad slept on.
I enjoyed this moment with her. Perhaps, because I wasn’t a new mother deprived of sleep, banking on each baby blink to be the last for another few hours of desperatly needed rest.
I loved holding, kissing and rocking her as the morning light changed the shadows on the wall.
I held her in my arms long after she fell asleep and watched her breath.
Babies are so wonderful.
Olivia has brought to surface many memories of my own babies. The grunts, the smells, the burps and toots.
It all came back to me.
I haven’t been a new mother in a long time but it all came back so naturally.
Feeling my own little one nudge and push within is a sweet reminder that my “mothering nights” are not over.
I am so thankful for that.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Freaky Friday's
I am not a big fan of Halloween, but for the kids I try to have a little fun with it.
This year’s October theme was Freaky Friday’s!
Each Friday in Oct we would do something “Halloweenish.“
The First Friday of the month I surprised the kids with a decorated house. Our BIG spider from last year went up again in the Entry. I found a fun Shower curtain and hand towels for the bathroom and stickers for their bedroom windows.
Other weeks we had a Freaky Friday family dinner by candle light or a freaky Friday Movie night.
Each Friday after school snack was something yummy like donuts and apple cider, muffins or pie!
Halloween turned out ok. We went out early because we wanted to be home early. We were knocking on doors by 5pm and back home by 6pm.
After just one neighborhood all three of our kids looked like zombies. No smiles, no running from door to door. Just bored to death looks on their faces. They were the party poopers this year. Before long they were asking, ”How much longer?”
We did two small streets total and called it quits.
Called in for Indian food and headed home for dinner and a movie.
Once we got home it became clear Jarom was not feeling well. Fever.
We all snuggled on the living room floor with our candy and watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
The kids were in bed by 8pm.
My kind of Halloween!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
it's all MY fault
Today was one of THOSE days for me. It rubbed me the wrong way at 6am when Jennica stood at my bedside whispering like a broken record: “Mom, is today a day off?” Increasing her volume with each chant.
Indeed today was a day off for the kids, because of Election Day, but turned out to be everything but that for me!!
At Family Scripture study it was all MY fault that it was cold, or someone was hungry.
At breakfast it was all my fault the Orange Juice had a mango flavor added to it.
After bath time it was all MY fault someone’s clothes were all wet because they didn’t dry off with the towel first.
It was all MY fault that bedrooms were a mess and needed attention!
By 8:30am I managed to really mess things up in our home!
While I was braiding Jennica’s hair I tried to convince myself things would get better. I sang “There is sunshine in my Soul Today” while she yelled at me, and while Jace and Jarom were fighting in the hall. It was picture perfect family chaos!
I saw Sam walk past the door on his way out to work and for once wished I were in his shoes. I bet he felt good about going to work at that moment too.
I put myself in Time Out a few times today and wondered if today is a result of a Pregnancy Moment or were my kids really that bad?
As I sit here locked in my room, snuggled in bed eating dounuts and blogging, I can’t help but admit IT IS ALL MY FAULT. I am having a pregnancy moment that is lasting a little too long.
If Mama ain’t happy aint nobody happy!
I need a vacation and how lucky am I that I have one coming up this weekend!!
I’m off to Sunny California ALONE to visit my Sis-in-law and her new baby!
My bags are packed. And I think my kids will be happy to see me go too.
Today I had my anatomy Ultrasound and thought it would be nice to bring the kids along. (I thought that yesterday, today I felt no such feelings)
I managed to make a mess of that too. I was kindly informed (with an irritated tone) that the Hospital will not allow visitors under the age of 18, due to the Swine Flu problems, but they would make exceptions for me JUST for today. (Did they think I’d want to come back tomorrow with all my kids and just hang out??)
I took that as her kind way of telling me she was irritated I had 3 kids with me coughing in her office.
I get that. I was irritated I had three kids with me too!
And who would believe me if I told them my child had not be coughing ALL morning till that moment in her office?
So, there I sat admiring Hobi baby #4 during the ultra sound with my other THREE buzzing around the room, more interested in what’s in my purse and all those buttons on the machine than the black and white movements on the TV.
Why did I think they would be into this?
I had to explain everything to Jace. He was a little freaked out that the baby was in the TV and not my belly anymore!
Then I had to enforce the Quiet game with a huge bribe so they would stop asking questions and let me and the doctor get through the session.
Hobi baby #4 is looking good. All parts are there, with a special request not to reveal the “Private Parts.” At one moment I felt it was a boy and I was thrilled, but before long I changed my mind and thought it was a girl and felt equally thrilled. I can’t wait (but I will) to see what #4 will be.
Whatever it is, I’m sure it won’t blame ME for everything, right?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Mom and Me.
I am the sixth out of seven from the Taylor Tribe. I have five brothers and one sister.
I lived life in the fast lane always trying to keep up or act “Big enough.”
No matter how you dice it I am the “little sister.” Although I am thirty years old, with a family of my own, I don’t think my family see’s me as I really am.
That’s the price you pay to live out of state.
I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to have family close by. What would it be like to bump into them at the gym or at church? It would be nice to have lunch with the sister-in-laws, have my kids play with their cousins, or even enjoy a vacation with them.
To my family I am still Little Emmy. The sister that left town over a decade ago. Perhaps they remember me like I remember them- as they were when I left.
I don’t have the day to day reminders of “life” to keep perspective on who they are. Likewise, I fear when they think of me they remember tomboy Em, out riding bikes with the boys.
I get a dose of their lives when I return for a summer. I meet the new babies and introduce mine. I step into their sunny world and watch them as their routines stay the same and life goes on. All the while I struggle to fit in with the time change, and all the other unexpected events of being a guest without complete control over your situation.
When I leave, I return to a world unknown to most of them. A world very different from the life they live and the life I once knew.
They have no idea what my life is like out here. They don’t know who my friends are, what my community is like or my invlovement in any of it. Part of that is nice but it can be a bit lonely.
A few weeks ago, my mom stepped into part of my world. A visit unlike any before.
She came for a week and witnessed what my life is really like. She learned things about me you can’t tell about yourself.
She saw what a typical morning is like before school. She saw the paths I walk each morning, she saw the kids at soccer practice.
She saw the streets I drive up and down daily, my flowers, my trees, my garden and my door decoration.
She saw my grocery store, my church, our school, and my garage!
She listened to my music, my kids read and play the piano, fight and love each other.
She witnessed my creative moments and my crazy moments.
We talked all day long while doing laundry, dishes, dinner and bedtime routines.
Most of our nights ended with me falling asleep in my recliner. (sometimes in mid-secentance)
My mom saw Me. She knows who I am, what I live for, my passions, and my family.
It felt good to be seen.
Thanks mom, for taking time to step into my world!
I lived life in the fast lane always trying to keep up or act “Big enough.”
No matter how you dice it I am the “little sister.” Although I am thirty years old, with a family of my own, I don’t think my family see’s me as I really am.
That’s the price you pay to live out of state.
I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to have family close by. What would it be like to bump into them at the gym or at church? It would be nice to have lunch with the sister-in-laws, have my kids play with their cousins, or even enjoy a vacation with them.
To my family I am still Little Emmy. The sister that left town over a decade ago. Perhaps they remember me like I remember them- as they were when I left.
I don’t have the day to day reminders of “life” to keep perspective on who they are. Likewise, I fear when they think of me they remember tomboy Em, out riding bikes with the boys.
I get a dose of their lives when I return for a summer. I meet the new babies and introduce mine. I step into their sunny world and watch them as their routines stay the same and life goes on. All the while I struggle to fit in with the time change, and all the other unexpected events of being a guest without complete control over your situation.
When I leave, I return to a world unknown to most of them. A world very different from the life they live and the life I once knew.
They have no idea what my life is like out here. They don’t know who my friends are, what my community is like or my invlovement in any of it. Part of that is nice but it can be a bit lonely.
A few weeks ago, my mom stepped into part of my world. A visit unlike any before.
She came for a week and witnessed what my life is really like. She learned things about me you can’t tell about yourself.
She saw what a typical morning is like before school. She saw the paths I walk each morning, she saw the kids at soccer practice.
She saw the streets I drive up and down daily, my flowers, my trees, my garden and my door decoration.
She saw my grocery store, my church, our school, and my garage!
She listened to my music, my kids read and play the piano, fight and love each other.
She witnessed my creative moments and my crazy moments.
We talked all day long while doing laundry, dishes, dinner and bedtime routines.
Most of our nights ended with me falling asleep in my recliner. (sometimes in mid-secentance)
My mom saw Me. She knows who I am, what I live for, my passions, and my family.
It felt good to be seen.
Thanks mom, for taking time to step into my world!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Horribly perfect Day
Today I did not like my kids. I sat with them during Stake Conference and contemplated locking them up in an empty classroom.
I envisioned myself walking away from the pew and never returning.
I wanted to take the bag stuffed with coloring books, picture books, Friend Magazines, and other tricks to entertain their minds for two hours, and BONK them on the head!
I wanted to take the bottle of water (that I brought for ME) and dump it all over Jennica so she would know what it felt like after she carelessly spilled on me twice.
I even thought about walking up to the podium with the Choir even though I’ve NEVER sang in a Choir! But I knew the result of that would be just as tragic.
I was in a tough spot.
How could I possibly sit through another moment with these grumpy kids?
There I sat with a child on my pregnant lap, nylons too tight, water spilled down my side and two other kids bringing out the fists if the other touched them!
Once Conference was over I bolted out of there. Not even looking back to see if my crew was in tow.
I was on a mission. I wanted my own space- in the passenger seat.
The 45 min. drive home through rural NY was Heaven Sent. I slowly forgot my frustrations as I took in the beauty of Autumn. Today was a perfect day.
Beautiful enough to put a smile back on my face and love inside my heart for my children by the time I got home.
I love the Fall. I wish I could capture this remedy in a bottle. I know a day like today could solve any of my moody moments.
Nothing compares to a Fall in Connecticut.
I envisioned myself walking away from the pew and never returning.
I wanted to take the bag stuffed with coloring books, picture books, Friend Magazines, and other tricks to entertain their minds for two hours, and BONK them on the head!
I wanted to take the bottle of water (that I brought for ME) and dump it all over Jennica so she would know what it felt like after she carelessly spilled on me twice.
I even thought about walking up to the podium with the Choir even though I’ve NEVER sang in a Choir! But I knew the result of that would be just as tragic.
I was in a tough spot.
How could I possibly sit through another moment with these grumpy kids?
There I sat with a child on my pregnant lap, nylons too tight, water spilled down my side and two other kids bringing out the fists if the other touched them!
Once Conference was over I bolted out of there. Not even looking back to see if my crew was in tow.
I was on a mission. I wanted my own space- in the passenger seat.
The 45 min. drive home through rural NY was Heaven Sent. I slowly forgot my frustrations as I took in the beauty of Autumn. Today was a perfect day.
Beautiful enough to put a smile back on my face and love inside my heart for my children by the time I got home.
I love the Fall. I wish I could capture this remedy in a bottle. I know a day like today could solve any of my moody moments.
Nothing compares to a Fall in Connecticut.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Vermont (click on the collage to view)
Last weekend, right after Jarom's baptism, we rushed home, changed our clothes, packed our bags and piled into the car for a surprise Road Trip.
We drove a few hours to Sharon, Vermont, the Birthdaplace of Joseph Smith. Traveling to this small town was worth the drive- not only for the magnificent beauty and great pictures I captured, but for the feeling I felt when I stepped out of the car! The property is filled with music. The ambiance was Heavenly. The monument and visitors center were inspiring.
We stayed the night and enjoyed Sunday morning church at the Mission Home with fellow campers and missionaries.
This place was beautiful in so many ways. I was overcome with gratitude for this man while reviewing his life through paintings.
This was the perfect Mini-trip after a baptism. We are so lucky to have lived near so many important church sites.
We lived in Ohio near Kirtland, now we are in the mix of so much church history from Vermont to New York.
We hope to see Navoo soon.
We were happy Grandma Trena was able to join us on the adventure. I was especially happy because I made her take my family pictures. The colors were AMAZING!!!!!! The kids desire for posing-not so amazing.
Check out my growing belly in the photo with Jen. I told mom my baby was only the size of an apple and her reply was: "Yeah, you mean a barrel of apples!" I am clearly showing more than I should. (I am 15 weeks in the photo)
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Baptism
Last Saturday Jarom was baptized. Where did the time go? I find it odd I am a mother to an eight year old.
He is such a fun boy. I love that he has a tender heart. He hates to see anyone or anything get hurt.
He is such a good kid. He really does know the scriptures and love them. I am amazed when I listen to him have conversations with his dad about the Book of Mormon. Everything he reads sticks in his mind. Sam and Jarom have a game where Sam quizzes Jarom on the Characters of the BOM. Jarom is tough to stump.
Recently Jarom has learned a lot about Joseph Smith. His tender heart already holds a special place for that Prophet.
I feel very blessed to have Jarom as my child. I learn so much from him already. He is such a good brother.
This day was a special day in the Hobi home.
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