tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79775242812302568792024-11-01T03:36:06.731-07:00Children Induced Insanity Brings Me Joy"Insanity is hereditary. You can catch it from your kids." Erma BombeckPamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.comBlogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-81494347736263903242011-10-20T09:35:00.118-07:002011-10-20T10:58:59.762-07:00What I Have Been Working On<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_0D65Bxs5OPl9LxuyijZDmw0i7t0lEeDSvBrGPZhL9n3yMAF1LykSd0dWh6OmFbqJeP7JGpTffZbtyPBbxvyEWXPnbqt4CoE15vp3cE2kjmNt91T1nU0UXhg37SN50jF0T2niuLIQtMo/s1600/IMG_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_0D65Bxs5OPl9LxuyijZDmw0i7t0lEeDSvBrGPZhL9n3yMAF1LykSd0dWh6OmFbqJeP7JGpTffZbtyPBbxvyEWXPnbqt4CoE15vp3cE2kjmNt91T1nU0UXhg37SN50jF0T2niuLIQtMo/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" width="228" /></a><b>&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>&nbsp; <span style="font-size: xx-small;">eye candy</span></b></div><div><br /> <b>"You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your mind again and again will be, <i>How well have my children done?</i></b></div><div><b>If the answer is that they have done very well, then your happiness will be complete. If they have done less than well, then no other satisfaction can compensate for your loss." President Gordon B. Hinckley</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk2z7JOlhIooX1f7xjL0QWkKrfPryN8ZJd11l_zHDPfhUcIR5sS8AJ0tXm12CLBrjj9ZHgTp3jCaW2t1QTOSJ49rakTwjPSuIPYcEHwmePnytkVE-qCofwVqtOdS57aOaNAgJMMSIILcN/s1600/IMG_2225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk2z7JOlhIooX1f7xjL0QWkKrfPryN8ZJd11l_zHDPfhUcIR5sS8AJ0tXm12CLBrjj9ZHgTp3jCaW2t1QTOSJ49rakTwjPSuIPYcEHwmePnytkVE-qCofwVqtOdS57aOaNAgJMMSIILcN/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Happy Birthday to my Husband today!!!!&nbsp; He's the best! (quote from one of his favorite movies) </span></b></div></div><div></div><div><b>&nbsp;It seems as though life is going faster and faster everyday.&nbsp; I have made changes in my schedule to accommodate essentials to help make my life run more smoothly.&nbsp; It always intrigues me to find such remarkable results with such seemingly small changes.&nbsp; The key for me always starts with spiritual matters.&nbsp; If I am not making time to study the scriptures, writing in my journal, and pondering through prayer, my life seems so much more overwhelming.&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /> <br /> <b>I <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/07/control-freak.html" style="color: orange;">recently wrote</a> about how I had been slacking in this department.&nbsp; So with a few small course changes, wa-lah,&nbsp; life runs more smoother, and I feel like I am overall better equipped with accomplishing what my purpose is here on this earth.</b><br /> <b><br /> </b><br /> <b>I am working on putting together a&nbsp; "Learning Circle"group for my area, through the <a href="http://powerofmoms.com/" style="color: lime;">Power of Mom's</a>.&nbsp; Their button is up there to the right.&nbsp; I am working on becoming a&nbsp; Learning Circle leader.&nbsp; I am working on becoming a trainer as well.&nbsp; They asked me to send in a little video clip of me facilitating.&nbsp; I pretty much had an internal anxiety attack thinking about doing this.&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /> <br /> <b>Luckily I am married to the worlds greatest trainer.&nbsp; I mean, he is the Director of Training for the company he works for, so he knows something about the matter.&nbsp; He is going to help me hone my skills so that I can actually do what I love, effectively.&nbsp; And that is to help give other Mothers specific tools to help them accomplish their goals to do and be a little better.&nbsp; I am looking forward to what I will get to learn through the process.&nbsp; Especially, gaining better skills to help me be a better mother, and wife.&nbsp; Because at the end of my life I don't want to regret how I raised my children.</b></div><div></div><div><b><br /> </b><br /> <b>A cute little funny:&nbsp; Yesterday Kady got to go on a field trip with her little pre-school class.&nbsp; They went to a farm.&nbsp; When they we learning about the different animals, her teachers were talking about the big momma pig who is pregnant and how she is going to have baby pigs.&nbsp; Kady, not seeing a daddy pig around inquisitively asked "Where's the husband?"&nbsp; <br /> </b></div><div><b><br /> </b></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-28039522199192176682011-09-09T16:21:00.000-07:002011-09-09T16:21:29.736-07:00Re-Post aaaaannnnnnnd Other thoughtsI was just looking through past posts and came across this one about <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/worth-of-sleep.html"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">why mothers need sleep</span></a><br /> <br /> It helps me feel better about how I have been behaving.&nbsp; Annnd helps me to laugh at myself instead of getting frustrated that life is not perfect and recognize as mothers and wives our progress should not be measured in any single moment but by the small simple everyday acts of service we render to our families, and ourselves.<br /> <br /> Like last week I spent most of my time in time out, because I simply did not feel like yelling at my kids most of their waking hours.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I should celebrate that instead of saying" I can't believe I was in time out most of the time last week!"&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I should say "I am glad I recognized my inability to cope with constant reminders to particular children and their <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/lying.html"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">brain damage&nbsp; </span></a>t<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">hat seemed to be very prevalent last week.&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;"> I could not stand one more "I don't know!" when I asked a child why they were choosing to use their time so poorly.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">I yelped back "What do you mean you don't know?"&nbsp; I found myself saying in my head "Come on get with the game here.&nbsp; Put all your marbles back in the jar, tighten all the screws and get back to being you!&nbsp; please!!" </span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">I would <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2011/07/motherhood-is-work.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">look at the phrases I have all over my house</span></a> and snap at them as if they were actual humans and tell them they had noooo idea what I was going through so to bug off.&nbsp; I was on edge.&nbsp; Lack of sleep was a key factor.&nbsp; Why, WHY does it have to affects me so much.&nbsp; It is like a handicap of sorts.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">I found hope from reading through a glorious book by Linda Eyre I had sitting on my book shelf called<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Didnt-Witch-Surprises-Joyful-Mother/dp/0684807858"><span style="color: #f1c232;"> "I Didn't Plan to Be a Witch and Other Surprises of a Joyful Mother"</span></a>&nbsp; This book had my sister and I laughing so hard.&nbsp; She writes in such a way that makes you realize we all as Mothers go through pretty much the same things and helps put those anxieties of if you are doing enough at bay.&nbsp; Great read!!!</span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;"><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">I am going to go and buy pizza tonight for dinner because I am so sick of cooking.&nbsp; I know!&nbsp; Is that possible?&nbsp; Yes it is.&nbsp; You have to know when to stop and give yourself a break.&nbsp; So I am.&nbsp; Happy weekend!</span></span><br /> <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="color: black;">&nbsp; </span></span>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-27788499545322819952011-09-08T15:39:00.000-07:002011-09-08T15:39:08.724-07:00It's that time again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpAubPO1qNQ7Qd9dVAj7DtjH1ph0MqWK1cv1NfVS6mv50m9RN1geuD8tU4kXwC6sQzEH_8pNMv0QUgOAnHutqOpHIM-t6XHltpRZooM8KnR9PWXfxQ53qHSZEPkkwH4I19A_myakl9YOK/s1600/IMG_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtpAubPO1qNQ7Qd9dVAj7DtjH1ph0MqWK1cv1NfVS6mv50m9RN1geuD8tU4kXwC6sQzEH_8pNMv0QUgOAnHutqOpHIM-t6XHltpRZooM8KnR9PWXfxQ53qHSZEPkkwH4I19A_myakl9YOK/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Eliza has been ready to use the potty exclusively for a few months now.&nbsp; I just didn't prepare myself for it until a couple weeks ago.&nbsp; What I mean by preparing myself, is that I have to mentally prepare myself for accidents, because they will and do happen.&nbsp; So 2 1/2 weeks ago off came the diapers and on went the underpants.<br /> <br /> For the most part it has been smooth sailing.&nbsp; It took her about a week to figure out the timing of getting to the toilet in time to poop there.&nbsp; You would have thought I won the sweepstakes by how excited I got when she got to the toilet all by herself and yelled from it "Momma I poo-poo potty!!!!"&nbsp; I could have cried I was that happy and excited.<br /> <br /> I am so grateful that Sarah over at Clover Lane shared her years of experience in this <a href="http://memoriesoncloverlane.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-thoughts-and-tips-on-potty-training.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">post&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></a>a little more than a year ago.&nbsp; It was a life saver for me when I potty trained <a href="http://memoriesoncloverlane.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-thoughts-and-tips-on-potty-training.html">Kady</a> and now Eliza.&nbsp; Cause in the past with the first 3 children, it was not a pretty sight to watch me potty train the kids.&nbsp; I nearly went crazy with the thoughts of accidents.&nbsp; I love how we learn and change and grow.&nbsp; Anyway, I am off to make lunch and get Lucy to school.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-31105346911217744742011-08-22T12:24:00.000-07:002011-08-22T12:24:54.856-07:00National Entitlement Awareness Day<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What if I told you that there was a fool-proof method to becoming the parents you were meant to be.&nbsp; Would you believe me?&nbsp; Maybe?&nbsp; Well it has been my experience in my short years of parenting with my husband that the methods and principles taught in any and all of Richard and Linda Eyre's books provide just that.&nbsp; And I am sooooooo excited that their newest book <span style="color: #073763;"><span style="color: #b45f06;">"The Entitlement Trap: How To Rescue Your Child with a New Family system of Choosing, Earning and Ownership"</span> </span>is available for pre-ordering now!&nbsp; <a href="http://www.valuesparenting.com/entitlement-trap.php"><b><span style="color: #cc0000;">HERE</span></b></a> is the link to do just that.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">AAANNNNDDD if that is not enough </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They are doing a <a href="http://entitlementtrap.com/giveaway.htm"><span style="color: #38761d;">Giveaway</span></a> with a whole lot of wonderfulness!!!!</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I had the opportunity last week to hang out with my friend <a href="http://pensievity.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #cc0000;">Becky</span></a>.&nbsp; (Click her name to go to her blog.&nbsp; Trust me you won't regret.)&nbsp; I knew that she had gotten an advanced copy of the Eyre's new book titled <a href="http://www.valuesparenting.com/" style="color: #990000;">"The Entitlement Trap: How to Rescue Your Child with a New Family System of Choosing, Earning, and Ownership"&nbsp;&nbsp;</a></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So I asked her how her reading was going.&nbsp; She shared it today on her blog.</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><em>I love what Becky wrote about her experience in her reading so far.&nbsp; She shared what I imagine most of us feel when we realize what we need to be doing better at anything.&nbsp; Which by the way, she and her husband are AMAZING parents!&nbsp; Which goes to show that none of us are immune to making improvements in our lives and homes, even if they are fractional.</em></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;</em></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><em>I am very passionate when it comes to families and helping families be the best they can be. So when the Eyre's asked to help spread the word I am more than happy to help.</em></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><em> I hope you take advantage of this opportunity.&nbsp; </em>Here is one of the <a href="http://www.valuesparenting.com/entitlement-trap.php"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">reasons</span></a> they say you need to get this book</div><h2 class="pageHeader">"It attacks the biggest parenting problem of our time, and YOU NEED IT even if your kids don’t have an entitlement attitude (because their friends do!)"</h2><h2 class="pageHeader">&nbsp;</h2><h2 class="pageHeader">Happy shopping!!!!! </h2><em></em><br /> <br /> <em>&nbsp;</em>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-86517437944123129202011-07-29T09:39:00.000-07:002011-07-29T09:39:37.810-07:00Control Freak!My Mother-in-law and I were sitting in a Sunday school class several years ago.&nbsp; The teacher was describing how being a control freak is a form of unrighteous dominion.&nbsp; My Mother-in-law leans over to me and whispers in a slight sarcastic tone"They make it sound like being a control freak is a bad thing."&nbsp; We share something in common.&nbsp; We like to be in control.&nbsp; Although she seems to know how to do hers in a more dignified manner.&nbsp; I am still working on that.<br /> <br /> Yesterday I started getting our home back in order.&nbsp; For almost 2 months I had not done any kind of major cleaning.&nbsp; You know the kind where you get down on your hands and knees and really scrub the crap off of any surface below your waistline.&nbsp; I love to deep clean.&nbsp; I feel so empowered and in control.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SDXkD1bebpJ9SlrPLS2q9FGlYXr1nkqrGFBBauxvl3H9AKXTR6TCcp-j-lo5_ncxTl3RX7SYWFQzqrdNCC4AcCCmjCoMZUy3yvcf9JckEJ435pKRsk_BSDCe-2YyvsJqTmtmG8LH4TZY/s1600/IMG_1724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /> </a></div>I paid particular attention to the kitchen floors, baseboard, walls, and under the bar counter where the kids sit.&nbsp; I had had enough of it looking dingy.&nbsp; I had focused my energies on making sure I could be there for the kids while they had their summer vacation, that the home had somewhat been neglected.&nbsp; My thoughts were mostly a "why should I bother" state.&nbsp; Yes the home would get swept, vacuumed and dishes done nightly, but no real scrubbing was done.&nbsp; Just the basics.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> I could not belive how unbelievablly distgusting those surfaces had gotten in a relatively short period of time.&nbsp; I got my empty ice cream bucket, filled it close to 20 times with water and a cleaning solution(clorox's green works love it) and scrubbed my little heart out.&nbsp; Our baseboards are full of many ridges and so I had to pay special attention to how I cleaned those, if I wanted them to truly look clean.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> I couldn't help but think of how this is so similar to what I do with my own life.&nbsp; How often have I put off fixing or cleaning up those sins that gunk up the walls of my inner soul?&nbsp; Although in this particular cicumstance I felt that my hiatus from deep cleaning was justified, how many times though, are there circumstances where I am just being lazy?&nbsp; My mentality becomes more of putting it off till tomorrow, it will still be there.&nbsp; Yeah with another layer of sin to clean up too.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I have a lot to work on.&nbsp; We all do.&nbsp; It is part of life.&nbsp; We will always have things on our to-do lists of life.&nbsp; I am still figuring out how to make sure what is on my list is what really matters.&nbsp; Am I prioritizing in the most efficient and effective way to make sure I am accomplishing what really matters most?&nbsp; How do I not get overwhelmed with all that is required of me? For me it is a constant balancing act.&nbsp; I think of those big metal scales.&nbsp; You know those ones where it has two sides.&nbsp; If you put the same amount of weight on either side the result is perfect balance.&nbsp; But if you add anything more or less to either side it throws off the balance.<br /> <br /> For me spiritually, I have been off balance for quite some time.&nbsp; Since January.&nbsp; That's when it seems I had started to neglect doing those simple tasks of studying the scriptures daily and writing in my journal.&nbsp; I have felt it.&nbsp; So why am I still not doing anything about it.&nbsp; Excuses.&nbsp; I know my life is so much smoother when I incorporate these practices into my life, and yet I am not doing them on a consistent meaningful basis.&nbsp; So I just need to do it, and get it done.&nbsp; Repent and do better!<br /> <br /> Back to the cleaning.&nbsp; Here is a not so fun thing about me.&nbsp; Maybe someone can relate.&nbsp; Or not.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I have a problem, and I try so hard not to have it.&nbsp; After I am done deep cleaning I get easily irritated with my family.&nbsp; I was even mentally telling myself that it will get messy again, it is just apart of having children.&nbsp; So don't bite their heads off when they have just spilled their Popsicle juice all over your (you could eat food off of) floor.&nbsp; I not so nicely remind them to please eat over their plate, because I just spent hours scrubbing the floors so they could be clean.&nbsp; It is the least they can do, as if they owe me something. I am such a control freak!<br /> <br /> You know what is weird to me, is that if Jared is the one who has cleaned floors I don't get upset with our children when minutes after the floors are cleaned they spill something.&nbsp; Not cool.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> The good news is that typically the day after I have deep cleaned, my control freak ideas subside somewhat, and I go back to be a normal control freak.&nbsp; Boy do I have a long way to go!<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;">And for your viewing pleasure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyhOXHqW45uDtiSsXynDUefQQsTBggowC-D-V0iSjpnsNUKx34jMSSEAlRY5-EJivKhE-nbeF0LzB9Hk93EaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">This video reminds me that we need to just relax and have fun, even if we look a little silly.&nbsp; Or should I say especially if we look silly, because heaven knows me doing a jump kick, like Sera does in this video would certainly look down right silly. This was recorded at my sister Kaitlyn and&nbsp; brother in law Nicks home.&nbsp; We stopped there on our travels up to Utah.&nbsp; She made this deliciously homemade ham and cheese stuffed pretzel for dinner.&nbsp; Nick entertained the girls with their guitar hero games.&nbsp;</span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;">I&nbsp; love everything about this video. From Emma being so focused in playing the guitar to Sera singing and dancing to Kady dancing briefly with her head before she goes into a state of being in the zone playing her guitar to Eliza walking around with her melted cheese stick from her stuffed pretzle.&nbsp; </span>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-52633841695258705952011-07-27T14:40:00.000-07:002011-07-27T14:40:56.595-07:00Motherhood is WORKI am pleasantly exhausted from this summers activities with the kids.&nbsp; The three older girls went back to school today.&nbsp; I didn't even cry when I dropped off Lucy for her first day of kindergarten.&nbsp; Is that bad?&nbsp; No it is not.&nbsp; Because I am so thrilled to watch my children grow up.&nbsp; I have been so pleased at watching each of them grow and learn and figure out how they want to contribute in our home and in society.&nbsp; I am so excited for the wonderful things they will&nbsp; accomplish as they grow older.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> This summer has reminded me that motherhood is work.&nbsp; I knew this coming into my career as a mother, but I never imagined how truly deeply emotional and physical the tasks are of mothers.&nbsp; Figuring out how to balance 6 very different little peoples needs has been both emotionally and physically taxing for me.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> But I say, bring it on.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I know that this stage of life with little ones will be gone in a blink of an eye.&nbsp; I have been constantly reminding myself that this is only the beginning, I better enjoy the journey or I am going to miss out.&nbsp; I have put simple signs all of the home as visual reminders.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> For example<br /> "Look in their eyes and smile"<br /> "Find the positive"( I look at this one a lot)<br /> "Dance",<br /> "Think before you speak"&nbsp;<br /> "Be kind"<br /> "Smile"&nbsp;<br /> "Laugh"<br /> Etc.<br /> <br /> <br /> I used to be serious when I told people that one more kid after 3 is no big deal.&nbsp; There is no difference.&nbsp; I am here to correct myself and say that from 5 to six has by far been the most difficult.&nbsp; I find myself being pulled in all sorts of directions to help each child with their individual needs.&nbsp; Then there is always that one child who seems to need triple the amount of time and attention, which leaves me feeling emotionally exhausted at the end of each day.&nbsp; I am reminded that as long as I am doing the best that I can do then the Lord makes up the difference.&nbsp; It brings me such comfort in knowing this.&nbsp; <b>&nbsp;</b><br /> <br /> <b>Especially</b> on those days where it seems that my efforts have fallen very short of what I feel I am capable of.&nbsp; But, if I sit back though and look at the big picture I realize that that was the best I was able to do that day.&nbsp; Sure it may pale in compariosion to those days where it seems that everything runs smoothly, but given whatever circumstaces happend that day, I can be happy that everyone was able to have at least 3 balanced meals.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> <br /> Not that anyone is asking, but for those who want to know.&nbsp; I truly feel that our home is complete.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Seconds after Daniel was born I had such a complete sense of knowing I have done what the Lord has asked me to do, in the realm of what spirits we needed to help bring to this earth.&nbsp; I realized after this experience, that I had been pregnant 11 times in 11 years! So I am not expecting my body to produce any more little people.&nbsp; I am so grateful for the experiences I have had with my miscarriages.&nbsp; As difficult as each miscarriage was, I look back and realize how much each one has helped me develop a faith in knowing that the Lord knows best.&nbsp; I have learned to trust in His will and timing.<br /> <br /> I feel very grateful that I had this experience.&nbsp; I have many friends who have heavy hearts because they want so badly to have more children, but for unapparent and sometimes apparent reasons have not been able to physically have any more.&nbsp; I see the struggle they go through and my heart aches for them.<br /> <br /> I have been soaking Daniel up since he was born.&nbsp; He is such a wonderful little person.&nbsp; I look into his eyes and see wisdom beyond his his mere 8months.&nbsp; He is an amazing blessing that I am grateful for beyond words.&nbsp; He recently has started to scoot crawl.&nbsp; The girls sit and encourage him and he loves giving them these radiant smiles that seem to say, thanks for the help.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxNoxCkSHyIir9yq_A_2q-4seBZKhrWNqn_9R9fK_qyrpwz3x9UfNMUkdGpjQF62BoVEA08ebsb6wMUJx4Qf6EKx7OHKip7ko8OfRyqn0DCT7K87ejJHk4cIstg6B_XSAPs3V0t2Bfndf/s1600/IMG_1829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDxNoxCkSHyIir9yq_A_2q-4seBZKhrWNqn_9R9fK_qyrpwz3x9UfNMUkdGpjQF62BoVEA08ebsb6wMUJx4Qf6EKx7OHKip7ko8OfRyqn0DCT7K87ejJHk4cIstg6B_XSAPs3V0t2Bfndf/s320/IMG_1829.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Soon the girls will be home from their first day of school.&nbsp; The home will once again be filled with loud noises.&nbsp; When that time comes you can be assured that I will be digging back down to those innermost parts of my soul to pull out the strength to get through the rest of the day.&nbsp; Because for me, the time between 4 and 8 seem to be the hours where meltdowns occur, whining happens, and my brain feels literally like it is going to explode from all the noise. And the children just sit and watch me in amazement.<br /> <br /> All kidding aside those hours plain and simple, just seem to be the most difficult.&nbsp; But like I said earlier.&nbsp; This stage of life will be gone in a blink of an eye.<br /> <br /> Things to look forward to:<br /> <br /> -Lucy is in charge of dinner tonight.&nbsp; She has breakfast food.&nbsp; The menu is waffles with fresh blueberries and whip cream on top, fluffy scramble eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns.<br /> <br /> -Hearing about how the girls first day of school was<br /> <br /> -Cuddling with Daniel when I put him down for the night<br /> <br /> -Story time at bedtime<br /> <br /> -Jared coming home from work<br /> <br /> -Snuggling up to him as we fall asleepPamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-34491441113896540022011-06-23T23:38:00.000-07:002011-06-23T23:38:47.343-07:00Grandpa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xeLzQ_sFh1Ihd6XLUXUg0ULQXfVp5BmpWJTq6wDzotNK81roogrkHaeseYW8ivb_412mvOTVOElwvZ2lIE9wUkaUe3zgGz9yvDyp6eDhi5yL8GQlEEoMQangN4-eUVZ9w_VFIxQ34F3a/s1600/100_1375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1xeLzQ_sFh1Ihd6XLUXUg0ULQXfVp5BmpWJTq6wDzotNK81roogrkHaeseYW8ivb_412mvOTVOElwvZ2lIE9wUkaUe3zgGz9yvDyp6eDhi5yL8GQlEEoMQangN4-eUVZ9w_VFIxQ34F3a/s320/100_1375.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>My day started off with sad news.&nbsp; My Grandpa "Santa" passed away earlier this morning.&nbsp; He was such a great person.&nbsp; I am so grateful for the influence he had on my life.&nbsp; A man with a heart to serve those around him.&nbsp; Thank you Grandpa for having such a positive influence on my life, you will be missed!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-33357679325014134892011-06-21T16:29:00.000-07:002011-06-21T16:29:16.907-07:00A.S.A.P.At the very beginning of the month, I felt this need to start getting the girls more involved with our dinners.&nbsp; I came up with the idea to have the girls start helping with meal planning.&nbsp;&nbsp; I sat down with the 4 older girls individually and had them pick a day of the week they wanted to do and the theme for their day. ( I am working on a menu planning list to share)&nbsp; I feel like helping teach them the basics about cooking and all that goes along with the process is one of those essential life skills to have.<br /> <br /> This is what they came up with.<br /> <br /> Sera-Monday- Italian<br /> <br /> Emma-Tuesday-Mexican<br /> <br /> Lucy-Wednesday-Breakfast food<br /> <br /> Kady-Thursday-Grilling<br /> <br /> It has been so much fun for me to help them learn how to properly plan and execute their ideas.&nbsp; One of my favorite things about this have been the opportunities to talk with them individually as we help prepare the meal.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> Last week as Emma was doing prep work for her chicken tacos, we started discussing what has worked for me as a Mother.&nbsp; I was telling her how, for me, one of the most important characteristics to have, in being a Mother, is that of knowing how to make and keep what I do as simple as possible and still keep the quality of my work.<br /> <br /> She responded by saying, "A.S.A.P!"<br /> <br /> "Huh?"<br /> <br /> "Instead of&nbsp; As Soon As Possible, it is, As Simple As Possible!&nbsp; That is what you should call it Mom!"<br /> <br /> "That is genius Emma, I love it!"<br /> <br /> So now my methods are going to be dubbed ASAP.&nbsp; ( I want to expand more on this method in later posts)<br /> <br /> This experience left me understanding how very intently our children listen to the fine details of our conversations with them.&nbsp; They necessarily may not here the in between stuff but they hear what is most important.<br /> <br /> Life seems to be moving at a light speed pace.&nbsp; I am realizing more and more how true it is that when your children are younger it really is easier.&nbsp; Yes it is physically demanding.&nbsp; But it far outweighs the anxiety I am starting to feel as the children are getting older and I think of all of the changes that take place as one gets older.&nbsp; And the different experiences they will have to go through to be able to learn and grow to become who they need to be.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> Even though I try to make life as simple as possible there are days that seem to make me question my abilities as a Mother.&nbsp; Yesterday was one of those days.&nbsp; And from talking with some of my friends I was not the only one who seemed to have a very off day.<br /> <br /> In fact after I got all the kids to bed last night, instead of cleaning stuff up, like I normally do, I sat and just relaxed.&nbsp; I refused to clean up their messes they had made.&nbsp; I thought, "It will still be here tomorrow, I need a break!"&nbsp;<br /> <br /> This was hard for me to do, because I so enjoy waking up to a fresh clean home.&nbsp; But a break was necessary!<br /> <br /> This morning it looked like a tornado had run through our home.&nbsp; I gave the girls a list of what needed to get done before we went swiming with some friends and literally locked myself in my bedroom to finally work on this post.&nbsp; They had a hour to get it all cleaned up, and I tell you what, I had one of those moments.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I came downstairs when it was near the time we needed to go and I was so impressed by what I saw.&nbsp; It looked as if I had cleaned the place. But I didn't!&nbsp; I started throwing compliments left and right.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> This experience was much needed to boost the moral of the home.&nbsp; Because any of you Mothers out there know that children indeed get annoyed with each other and will make every effort to torture one another which in turn drives any mother into twitching episodes.&nbsp; As was the case yesterday for me.&nbsp; My husband thought it was funny to the point of laughing so hard he turned shades of purple.&nbsp; Thank goodness for his balance.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> So today I am thankful for the bad days that help me appreciate, that much more, the very good days of motherhood.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> I copied and pasted this last part from my <a href="http://jareddpalmer.blogspot.com/" style="color: #3d85c6;">husbands blog</a> and added a few details <span style="color: #f1c232;">in yellow</span>:&nbsp; <br /> <br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"></span><br /> <div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The unthinkable happened recently...we got a family picture. &nbsp;A real one. By a real photographer. &nbsp;A really talented photographer. here is her link <a href="http://www.momentsbykathleen.com/" style="color: #cc0000;">www.momentsbykathleen.com</a><br /> <span style="color: #f1c232;">She also has a realistic perspective on motherhood blog</span><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span><a href="http://realmomreallife.blogspot.com/" style="color: #351c75;">here</a><span style="color: #351c75;"> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54491011@N07/sets/72157626940558972/">Click here to check the out the full set on Flickr</a>.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If you don't have time to see all 126 photos, here are some of my favorites:</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5156/5822927791_8ff34c6508_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5156/5822927791_8ff34c6508_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="212" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5823483510_d41a2a9b5e_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5823483510_d41a2a9b5e_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5074/5823496664_eafd29dddb_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5074/5823496664_eafd29dddb_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/5822921425_8213e6a8b3_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/5822921425_8213e6a8b3_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3392/5823481352_d21ffc6089_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3392/5823481352_d21ffc6089_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Okay this one I have to tell you.&nbsp; Kathy, our photographer, asked Kady what her favorite food was.&nbsp; Kady then starts to lick her lips and says "Cotton candy!" and makes a "mmmm" sound.&nbsp; So cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #f1c232; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/5823482206_fb54f223fd_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3403/5823482206_fb54f223fd_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/5822929835_537352ba46_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="304" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2194/5822929835_537352ba46_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Kathy brought a water bottle and Eliza got a hold of it.&nbsp; She loved squirting people with it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5315/5823487134_dba40bd0d0_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5315/5823487134_dba40bd0d0_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5822923629_1092fcf5a0_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5031/5822923629_1092fcf5a0_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">I wonder if he is thinking about if baseball will be apart of his future or if he is thinking of how he can get the baseball into his mouth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/5823496918_077a6cd33d_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/5823496918_077a6cd33d_z.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/5822932907_5108c02499_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/5822932907_5108c02499_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/5823497150_9d188b0f75_b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="262" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/5823497150_9d188b0f75_b.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Seriously!!!!! I can not get enough of this little boy!&nbsp; He melts my heart every single day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/5822934021_d59a7e5940_b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="331" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2434/5822934021_d59a7e5940_b.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/5823498574_4ddcc91fa2_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3108/5823498574_4ddcc91fa2_z.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5113/5823489210_cab80672ea_b.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5113/5823489210_cab80672ea_b.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232;">Thank you Kathy!&nbsp; </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54491011@N07/5822927641/">Palmer Family Summer 2011</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">, photos by</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54491011@N07/">Moments by Kathleen -- Prolific Profile, LLC</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;">on Flickr.</span></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-18040537608467519052011-06-09T07:12:00.000-07:002011-06-09T07:12:44.087-07:00Encouragment!<div style="color: blue; text-align: center;">Here's a little video clip I get to share</div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/pwMDye7K8vY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">Have a fabulous Thursday!&nbsp; And remember to keep on going, especially when it gets hard.</span></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-81001961553351656792011-06-02T23:26:00.000-07:002011-06-02T23:26:46.822-07:00LoveThe other day I needed to get out of the home with the kids.&nbsp; They have been out of school for a week now and I allowed us a few days to just do nothing.&nbsp; My personal timer went off and I knew it was time to get out.&nbsp; So we ventured out to the big spacious warehouse store to pick up some essentials.&nbsp; While we were perusing the isles we came upon a sample that was being offered.&nbsp; Yummy mashed potatoes.&nbsp; I thought for sure the girls would love it.&nbsp; They all diod except for Lucy.&nbsp; She had one bite and curled up her nose and said "I do not like these.&nbsp; They taste nothing like yours and I love yours!"<br /> <br /> <br /> Today is <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-it-goes.html"><span style="color: magenta;">Eliza's&nbsp; 2nd birthday !&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></a><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><br /> </span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">I can't believe she is only 2.&nbsp; No really.&nbsp; She seems so much older to me and it seems so long ago that I had her.&nbsp; We had a great day today.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">I was awoken this morning to the sound of Lucy singing happy birthday to Eliza. Eliza interjected her version of the song along with Lucy.&nbsp; It melted my heart.&nbsp; After we were done with getting ready for the day we left for a bike ride to the girls school and played on the play ground.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">Kady had fallen three times off of&nbsp; her bike.&nbsp; All I have to say is that I am very grateful for whoever invented the helmet.&nbsp; Because without a helmet, Kady would most likely be brain damaged.&nbsp; She even did a graceful tuck and roll over her handlebars onto the pavement.&nbsp; I knew it was coming.&nbsp; We were heading down a very small hill and she was doing great until the very end where her bike wheels got very wobbly, she raised her feet slightly and then brought her feet down just the wrong way to where they caught on the pavement such that it sent her flying.&nbsp; I thought for sure she was going to have teeth missing or have some sort of broken bone. Miraculously she did not.&nbsp; I was so thankful and immediately said a prayer of gratitude, knowing that the outcome could have been tragic if she had fallen a different way.&nbsp; But like my father-in-law says, kids are pretty pliable.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">After the park we came back home where the older girls made birthday signs while I got lunch together.&nbsp; After this, my memory is a bit fuzzy.&nbsp; I just remember a lot of Eliza doing her high pitch scream, which translates into "Get out of my space. NOW!"&nbsp; She mostly directs this to a certain sibling, who, for one reason or another get's in her space a lot.&nbsp; I used the squirt bottle a lot today.&nbsp; In fact I said something to the effect of "Look, I know it is your birthday, but you are still expected to use your words politely, please stop screaming!" &nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;"> </span></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">We had family over for a BBQ and cupcakes.&nbsp; It was a great time.&nbsp; I over ate.&nbsp; Why do I do that?&nbsp; I mean, it is completely unnecessary.&nbsp; I need to do better at this when it comes to BBQ's.&nbsp; There is just something about the combinations of hamburgers, hotdogs, potato salad, and baked beans.&nbsp; I need to exert&nbsp; some will power.&nbsp; Blasted BBQ's</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">Tonight at bed time we looked at pictures of Eliza from the day she was born. This particular one caught my eye.&nbsp; For a couple of reasons.&nbsp; This was taken moments after she came out.&nbsp; It reminded me of this moment.&nbsp; Literally my first thought was "Huh she looks a bit like Yoda.&nbsp; I wonder if her ear will perk up so that she won't look like Yoda."</span></span><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">The other reason is, why do I keep photos of people looking clearly at my business while they are smiling. </span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTugYR-TbAF7xc_XYVHJtSU440YgpDRWTaoI6MGty0qMru_RBGPuYHlCreJjZwCOR2jJ1zP51bZWeFw214kCzGsIk-V3j7ZY_kB9z122A8MvZXIKIZR3u2cPWgQMQQrV7qL2559p2nBnKm/s1600/DSCF2598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTugYR-TbAF7xc_XYVHJtSU440YgpDRWTaoI6MGty0qMru_RBGPuYHlCreJjZwCOR2jJ1zP51bZWeFw214kCzGsIk-V3j7ZY_kB9z122A8MvZXIKIZR3u2cPWgQMQQrV7qL2559p2nBnKm/s320/DSCF2598.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">Telling Eliza's birth story peeked interest for the older girls.&nbsp; I got to the point in her birth story of when my doctor broke my water.&nbsp; When I got up afterward to go to the restroom, I started pooping without any control.&nbsp; I told Jared "I am pooping!&nbsp; I am pooping and I can't make it stop!"&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">They started asking questions at this point.&nbsp; One asked, if I thought they would poop while they gave birth to their baby.&nbsp; Another asked how big their birth canal was and how a baby can fit through there.&nbsp; And then that spawned the question from another of how many holes we have.&nbsp; So then another said "So we have three holes?&nbsp; A pee hole, a birth canal hole and a poop hole?&nbsp; Wow that's a lot of holes!"&nbsp;</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;"> I must say it was a very interesting evening discussion.&nbsp; I did tell them that there is nothing in this world that compares to holding that baby in your arms after you have worked so hard to get them here.&nbsp; Pure joy!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">This video was take a couple weeks ago.&nbsp; Jared got into blowing raspberries on our sliding door with the girls.&nbsp; He laughed so hard.&nbsp; This one is of Eliza.</span></span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzD21m-kpPwBlWNmXpuZX2IkQGy5hIKNg1nc0XaqS9jXbWMZy-MQvgxHYxOW049NoV7HC0KDbkTgwyhkVn8lg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">Eliza is such a fun person.&nbsp; She is full of grit and determination.&nbsp; She is very sturdily built.&nbsp; She loves to do things that involve thrill.&nbsp; She loves to leap onto the couch from the back.&nbsp; She will pile drive you without any warning.&nbsp; She LOVES her baby brother Daniel and slathers him with hugs and kisses.&nbsp; She is very good and saying thank you to me.&nbsp; It fills me with happiness when I hear her say "tank you momma!"&nbsp; after I have done something for her.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">Her laugh is so contagious.&nbsp; It is full of life and yumminess!&nbsp; She loves water.&nbsp; She loves to slides.&nbsp; If she doesn't get her way she does this high pitched scream.&nbsp; I don't like this so much and am working fearlessly to help her to use her words so we can get through this phase quickly.&nbsp; She loves to stand at the table when she eats.&nbsp; She will give anyone a good stare down.&nbsp; She has learned not to smile at these times which makes the stare down that much funnier.&nbsp; Simply put.&nbsp; She is a joy!</span></span><br /> <br /> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="color: black;">I am so grateful to be her Mother!</span></span>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-12106136550026682912011-05-23T20:22:00.000-07:002011-05-23T20:22:36.339-07:00But...........It has come to my attention that my children are becoming debaters.<br /> <br /> I ask them to put a toy away.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> "But I didn't take it out!"&nbsp;<br /> <br /> "Really!?&nbsp; I am very much aware that you didn't take it out!&nbsp; Will you please put it away for me?"<br /> <br /> "BuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuT! I didn't take it out!"<br /> <br /> "Wrong answer , this is where you say... Oh yes I would be more than happy to put that toy away for you, my most wonderful mother who birthed me and then nursed me for 12(+) months, 3 of which you said you thought your nipples were going to fall off because of thrush, and has taken care of my every need for so long, it would be the least I could do."<br /> <br /> Child stares at you and then catches on somewhat and says<br /> <br /> "Fine I guess I will put the toy away"<br /> <br /> "Oh thank you so much, for being soooo willing to help!" <br /> <br /> But what you really say in your head is "You better say fine,child,&nbsp; because I am sick and tired of listening to you complain to me about the injustice of you helping me with things that you think your siblings should be helping me with.&nbsp; So help me, I am going to lose it one of these days!"<br /> <br /> <br /> Just saying, some days are better than others!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-19142505874182077722011-05-17T13:22:00.000-07:002011-05-17T13:22:06.800-07:00TOFW-Phoenix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/Rzh6i0FU_T4/0.jpg"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rzh6i0FU_T4&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rzh6i0FU_T4&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div>I get to be a "Time Out For Women" team member for this years event in Phoenix.&nbsp; I am so excited to help spread the word to help women of all faiths come and participate in this uplifting and gratifying experience.&nbsp; If you are interested in buying tickets let me know and I can help you get a group discount of $10 off the price.<br /> <br /> I went last year right after we moved here.&nbsp; I got to go with my sister Wendy, and it was so worth my time.&nbsp; Here is a link for who the presenters will be here in Phoenix <a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/event/156" style="color: #351c75;">http://deseretbook.com/timeout/event/156</a>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-32255421966847979662011-05-16T21:34:00.002-07:002011-05-16T21:36:38.429-07:00A Servicing We GoA couple of months ago I felt this strong need to find ways for our family to increase our efforts to be involved in service opportunities for our community.&nbsp;&nbsp; I went to http://www.volunteermatch.org/ , I put in a few key words and, bada bing bada boom, I found <a href="http://www.savethefamily.org/" style="color: #f1c232;">this wonderful organization.</a><br /> <br /> I was drawn to this organization for many reasons.&nbsp; One of the main reasons stems from their mission statement which is this :<br /> <br /> <div align="center" class="style231 style233 style238">"Family homelessness is damaging to everyone it touches. Save the Family empowers families to conquer homelessness and achieve life-long independence.</div><div align="center" class="style234">• • •</div><div align="center" class="style231"><span class="style233">We envision communities free<br /> from family homelessness."</span></div><div align="center" class="style231"><br /> </div><div align="center" class="style231"><br /> </div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233">I love the fact that they are striving to help families to know how to be proactive in the choices they make, enabling them to better understand how they can conquer, as they put it, homelessness and achieve independence. &nbsp;</span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233"> </span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233">They have this program that asks for volunteers to bring in sack lunches, snacks and sack dinners on a daily basis for the families they are helping.&nbsp; I was drawn to this particular program because it was easy for me to know how I could involve the children in this service.&nbsp; And this morning we were able to put all the planning into action.</span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233"><br /> </span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233">The younger girls helped me make the bread the past couple of weeks.&nbsp; This morning everyone was able to have a hand in putting together the sack dinners.&nbsp; Lucy helped with putting the cheese sticks in, Kady the dessert, Sera the carrots, Emma chips, Kady and Lucy sandwiches to dad to put in the bag, Eliza was the cheerleader.&nbsp; I made 15 peanut butter and jelly, 15 ham and 10 chicken salad.&nbsp; It was so exciting for me to see the girls be excited to help those who may be struggling temporally right now.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233"><br /> </span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233">For scripture study this morning we just read one verse, because I did not take into account how long it would take to put all of the sack dinners together.&nbsp; Nonetheless it was one that came to my mind quickly, and it fit the mood of the morning.&nbsp; It is from one of our standard works.&nbsp; From <a href="http://mormon.org/book-of-mormon/" style="color: blue;">The Book of Mormon</a><span style="color: blue;">&nbsp;</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><span class="style233">Mosiah chapter 2 verse 17&nbsp;</span></div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;">"And behold, I tell you these things that ye may learn wisdom; that ye may learn that when ye are in the service of your fellow beings ye are only in the service of your God."</div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;">Whatever struggles we may have as individuals or families, I have found that one of the easiest ways to find a&nbsp; solution to, or lighten those burdens or struggles is to reach beyond ourselves and help those who may be struggling themselves.&nbsp; At least, that has been my experience.&nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;"><br /> </div><div class="style231" style="text-align: left;">On another note.&nbsp; I was watching a program this afternoon while little people were still sleeping.&nbsp; The programs title was family dinner time.&nbsp; The guest was a lady who apparently is a guru on helping families have&nbsp; more meaningful dinner time.&nbsp; As I listened to the host and guest speak, I thought how I have been doing what they were talking about since before I even got married.&nbsp; I had a very prideful moment.I even called Jared and told him that he married a genius! Here is a link to my post I did a long while ago about <a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/02/simplify.html" style="color: #cc0000;">meal planning</a>&nbsp; It is well worth looking at, mostly for the funny movies.&nbsp; Happy full moon!<br /> <br /> p.s.&nbsp; If anyone is interested in me doing a list of meals we eat here for your own meal planning idea, or even a more detailed approach to how I organize meal planning let me know.</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-26419296145187705372011-05-14T22:41:00.000-07:002011-05-14T22:41:48.816-07:00Princess BalletLat night the 4 older girls and I went to the Ballet with my Step- Mom and one of my nieces.&nbsp; The girls had such a great time. I was so impressed with Kady's ability to be so attentive to the performance.&nbsp; She even seemed to understand when the end was drawing near of an act and would get her hands ready in anticipation to clap.&nbsp; So cute!<br /> <br /> <br /> We got to go back stage afterwards and the girls got to meet some of the main characters.&nbsp;<br /> <div style="text-align: center;">This picture is from my step moms phone.&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGHmvrcubKCmRUQH0bVr4EaKGOJlOlFmod7MMENJurQsJf9Bg3JzreU8KBqQlhyphenhyphent2sIiU4ZOVciWoOEDTEFY4tSo22tJggVdYgfy_6iYdVpzpjtwWGToafGyzlHqhw1hyphenhyphenabkpOjbpbmLF/s1600/gilrs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGHmvrcubKCmRUQH0bVr4EaKGOJlOlFmod7MMENJurQsJf9Bg3JzreU8KBqQlhyphenhyphent2sIiU4ZOVciWoOEDTEFY4tSo22tJggVdYgfy_6iYdVpzpjtwWGToafGyzlHqhw1hyphenhyphenabkpOjbpbmLF/s320/gilrs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> On the way home we talked about the performance.&nbsp; We talked about how the boy ballerina's costumes were a bit distracting for them.&nbsp; Emma said it was AK(higher voice inflect)WARD(lower voice inflect)&nbsp; I got a chuckle out of their embarrassment, as I could see myself back when I was a younger girl.<br /> <br /> As you can see in the picture they wore their princess dress ups.&nbsp; Grandma Palmer made all of them for birthday presents, except Kady's.&nbsp; We got Kady's at a garage sale.<br /> <br /> My attempts at cleaning the home yesterday were fruitless.&nbsp; It seemed that if I started cleaning something I would be sidelined with little people doing mischievous little things.&nbsp; Like painting themselves with play makeup and nail polish.&nbsp; I thought I had gotten rid of all of the nail polish and makeup from Emma and Sera's beauty kits they bought last week.&nbsp; Oh well!<br /> <br /> I decided it was not worth it to clean.&nbsp; Instead we made some more bread for our service project we will be doing on Monday.&nbsp; More on that Monday.<br /> <br /> The girls had so much fun "forming" their loaves.&nbsp; I learned a new trick from good ole BYUtv the night before.&nbsp; To get any air bubbles out of your loaf you are forming you slap in down on the counter.&nbsp; Eliza especially liked throwing her loaf down.&nbsp; The loaves were not perfectly formed but at least I know they literally had a hand in helping with making the food for this service project we will be doing. <br /> <br /> I played basketball this morning.&nbsp; I have not played since just before I got pregnant with Daniel.&nbsp; My lungs got a good stretch today.&nbsp; The women I played with were so much fun and I look forward to playing again next week.&nbsp; I think it would be good if I practiced my shot sometime this week.&nbsp; I had forgotten the finesse you need when shooting the ball and may have over shot or under shot my share.&nbsp; But I did have plenty of perfect shots that went in so gracefully.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Today the girls all worked so hard in getting our home ready for the Sabbath.&nbsp; I find that cleaning goes so much better if I am there guiding them along. This is very tedious for me. Repetition is the key.&nbsp; And a lot of fake smiling.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I know that one day they will just automatically do these things naturally.&nbsp; This thought helps me to persevere&nbsp; through these formative years.&nbsp; Because frankly when you help some children, what you really feel like doing is pounding your head against a wall.&nbsp; But fake smiling works better for me.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> We got to go to my Dad's tonight.&nbsp; It was sort of a time to say good bye to my Step brother, his wonderful wife and their son.&nbsp; They are some of the best people I know.&nbsp; We did a BBQ.&nbsp; I love BBQ's so much, especially the combinations of hamburger's, hot dogs, potato salad, and baked beans.&nbsp; It is so magical to my taste buds.&nbsp; Really I could eat this meal at least once a week, if&nbsp; I didn't know how unhealthy it is.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pictures from today</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnM01YlFNV9SfJUbO9vfkQwwUsGIe5xxt0KIGtI77XA74FqJpQJ1yCnF87CFy6JAX_64W7mWEzm2WL6pOL5MtRMCOmTu1Nltj1DBqymfI_3wSQUcpC3GSNQVGO_uUvvatO7J1MaA2XI0k8/s1600/IMG_1456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnM01YlFNV9SfJUbO9vfkQwwUsGIe5xxt0KIGtI77XA74FqJpQJ1yCnF87CFy6JAX_64W7mWEzm2WL6pOL5MtRMCOmTu1Nltj1DBqymfI_3wSQUcpC3GSNQVGO_uUvvatO7J1MaA2XI0k8/s320/IMG_1456.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;When I was going through Daniels clothes today the girls found a shade hat for him and decided to put it on him.&nbsp; I just let the picture tell how he may be feeling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSw_anqcneym2-S34qzdjxjWiQK2FqgBrU_ZalcGUmyYJ-GOkkniZXWv-j_v0YyIG3adnOI6pztuqYLeIh8DiW3tAmmrzl64o_kELrjEQXfx6w1RcnFl8XWFxznPnkUGmLZQU-tci2l58x/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSw_anqcneym2-S34qzdjxjWiQK2FqgBrU_ZalcGUmyYJ-GOkkniZXWv-j_v0YyIG3adnOI6pztuqYLeIh8DiW3tAmmrzl64o_kELrjEQXfx6w1RcnFl8XWFxznPnkUGmLZQU-tci2l58x/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Eliza insisted on having goggles to wear.&nbsp; If you click on the picture you will see how they distort her eyes and ears.&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaXDkgq27mP_57Dozy14jfxkBcA3Uv1K2BN5BQIOZSosU4kkCZw-lz3xHPUU2GhBt9l8YYdD1yKZyE4iLXMQa9IYW7UOlHLj_dRCnArbsDlBVz5eE77CTbehtQxnELk9Be5NRY2Z4iuzO/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaXDkgq27mP_57Dozy14jfxkBcA3Uv1K2BN5BQIOZSosU4kkCZw-lz3xHPUU2GhBt9l8YYdD1yKZyE4iLXMQa9IYW7UOlHLj_dRCnArbsDlBVz5eE77CTbehtQxnELk9Be5NRY2Z4iuzO/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Then she would flip those goggles up</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQX0tj39KtcU0-5b73ztwZxNBUrYFwUk0dSM0NkA0cPTt6eplqarQNfID3TqSzLFY3491Mm12xEhegs_80dMenWtmSya54BwSOIfHAOpXSJKsWqRfs1JTpLAjr8V9UPw80gNzpSBgokk_/s1600/IMG_1467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitQX0tj39KtcU0-5b73ztwZxNBUrYFwUk0dSM0NkA0cPTt6eplqarQNfID3TqSzLFY3491Mm12xEhegs_80dMenWtmSya54BwSOIfHAOpXSJKsWqRfs1JTpLAjr8V9UPw80gNzpSBgokk_/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;So cute and funny</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieffDFWnQaxFh9C9nSRHHhKYbcWBKxFADzMzJCqCLi3w-jTxwJ3yzduxTISntJx2h8TSyJBbdFcBOPdqRTr5gvFy2KaLDoQVCeTCZaLA6EIRA2Foddq6Sw6fEg8VhonJ3zZnhGPkv0M8jX/s1600/IMG_1476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieffDFWnQaxFh9C9nSRHHhKYbcWBKxFADzMzJCqCLi3w-jTxwJ3yzduxTISntJx2h8TSyJBbdFcBOPdqRTr5gvFy2KaLDoQVCeTCZaLA6EIRA2Foddq6Sw6fEg8VhonJ3zZnhGPkv0M8jX/s320/IMG_1476.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Emma enjoying the swimming</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbMem0fQdVFY96NXcWE4XzvpBoBQaESA22OqFO6BVwZCm22J33I6Xns8NK8xM9cK2bXOleAKWdsXREBG2G2r585XHWKq21kt4kRusYgQC6c4qeVluUlw9Y4K7WqX8Afwgl9v0y4PDLvg-/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIbMem0fQdVFY96NXcWE4XzvpBoBQaESA22OqFO6BVwZCm22J33I6Xns8NK8xM9cK2bXOleAKWdsXREBG2G2r585XHWKq21kt4kRusYgQC6c4qeVluUlw9Y4K7WqX8Afwgl9v0y4PDLvg-/s320/IMG_1483.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Kady enjoyed wearing goggles too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYQekuTEAza6R50dI0GbTQ06I1mPXwi9JHK8uXNX0ew9KB2iewja8YVcMbzb-Ear0KZrNLjDl9-1uEP8n1_lNsVkDlQQMph_ve0DaaxTuJKQNgTj4Bt-0IqyubTao6VYetX2Hx_eSMJ8s/s1600/IMG_1515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaYQekuTEAza6R50dI0GbTQ06I1mPXwi9JHK8uXNX0ew9KB2iewja8YVcMbzb-Ear0KZrNLjDl9-1uEP8n1_lNsVkDlQQMph_ve0DaaxTuJKQNgTj4Bt-0IqyubTao6VYetX2Hx_eSMJ8s/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;Miss Lucy right after coming out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-wh92jX79bb8c4UliMFzFFIV-sF8Dx_k7-297Fa5a5K1lk8XVYsfyNPSlGgUhhUET6GwxF4ZhnvfbRSFihVwluWZnazveLhBhaSODk2bXyVwWu0JfyVJM4I7OdhtYNQKqAI0ULZOtvkx/s1600/IMG_1518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO-wh92jX79bb8c4UliMFzFFIV-sF8Dx_k7-297Fa5a5K1lk8XVYsfyNPSlGgUhhUET6GwxF4ZhnvfbRSFihVwluWZnazveLhBhaSODk2bXyVwWu0JfyVJM4I7OdhtYNQKqAI0ULZOtvkx/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eliza demonstrating perfect form!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-2583643099398535902011-05-14T12:40:00.000-07:002011-05-14T12:40:48.085-07:00Bleeping Out The "D" Word Can Be TrickySo I think I may have been experiencing some depression since we decided to load our lives up in Michigan and head on over here to the beautiful land of the sun.<br /> <br /> I have thought a lot about the "D" word for a while now.&nbsp; The other day I was reading a fellow bloggers post on the subject of depression<a href="http://realmomreallife.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-which-i-climb-back-onto-my-soapbox.html"> <span style="color: orange;">here.</span></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I realized that some of what she talked about is what I have been experiencing.&nbsp; Especially the thought of something is not right.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> I think I am having a hard time processing everything that happened in such a short time.&nbsp; Especially with our move.&nbsp; I kept on telling myself to just focus on getting everything done, that I think I missed out on being able to put some adequate closure on that chapter of my life.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I am not sure on how to do that now, so that is why I am writing about it. I know there will be a time when I have found how to make that closure happen and I will have figured out how to move on.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> <br /> The kind of depression I think I am experiencing is that I am not sure how to connect with this new environment I am in now.&nbsp; I find myself asking who am I?&nbsp; Do I fit in here?&nbsp;&nbsp; It's like I am the new kid at a school and I still have not found where I fit in.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> I know I am on the road to bleeping out the "D" word. I look forward to getting to that point.&nbsp; I am just not sure what avenue to take.&nbsp; I have never been one to be depressed, but I do know that I feel generally off. <br /> <br /> So for me I ask myself-- is it just the fact that a whole lot of change happened all at once in a very small period of time, or am I chemically imbalanced?&nbsp; I don't concretely have the answer to those questions yet.<br /> <br /> <br /> What do you do to help bleep out the "D" word?&nbsp; If you have had similar experiences I would appreciate some feedback.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-75424554657020622462011-05-11T07:14:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:14:41.425-07:00A day of restTuesday was spent finishing up the the bits and pieces of organizing what I wasn't able to get to Monday.&nbsp; I just intertwined that with just relaxing.&nbsp; It was nice.&nbsp; Very needed after the very productive day I had on Monday.&nbsp; I am a big advocate for rest when it is needed.<br /> <br /> I went to the store after I got the kids to bed, and before volleyball.&nbsp; At one of the stores, I was trying to get some strawberries that were on sale.&nbsp; Ones that were not moldy like the ones that they had out.&nbsp; The produce guy was called to help.&nbsp; This older man comes out.&nbsp; This is the conversation we had:<br /> <br /> Produce Guy (PG)- What can I help you with?<br /> <br /> Me- I was wondering if you had any fresh 3# packages of strawberries in the back?<br /> <br /> PG- Nope!&nbsp; I just put out the last of what we had an hour ago<br /> <br /> Me- Okay thanks<br /> <br /> PG- Do you want to come in the back and see for yourself?<br /> <br /> Me- Oh no, I trust you!<br /> <br /> PG- Are you sure?<br /> <br /> Me-Yes!<br /> <br /> PG-&nbsp; I was just trying to get you in the back (moving his brow up and down as to suggest he wanted to make some advances)<br /> <br /> Me- insert nervous laugh-<br /> <br /> PG- Will that be all?<br /> <br /> Me- Yes, thank you!<br /> <br /> Interesting to say the least.&nbsp; I don't think I will be asking for the produce guy at that store for a while.<br /> <br /> At volleyball tonight, we pretty much played for 2 hour s straight.&nbsp; I told Jared that there was not one spot on my body that didn't hurt, when I got home.<br /> <br /> He massaged my feet, as I just laid like a log on the bed.&nbsp; He is so good to me.&nbsp; Bonus is that he is sexy!<br /> <br /> Today I am going and getting adjusted at our wonderful Chiropractors.&nbsp; We love him!&nbsp; Then i will spend the morning at my sisters.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> My brother-in-law and sister-in-law spent their night at the hospital.&nbsp; He fainted last night when getting ready for bed, and cut his head in the process.&nbsp; The docs say that it is some kind of summer flu thing that's been going around here.&nbsp; They are home now, but still have 5 kids to take care of.&nbsp; calls have been made and help is on the way.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Lucy and Eliza came in this morning around 6:30 with their bathing suits.&nbsp; For some reason the squirrels in their heads told them that I said we would be going swimming today.&nbsp; They misunderstood, because we will be going swimming on Saturday.&nbsp; They seemed disappointed.&nbsp; Disappointment is okay.<br /> <br /> Alright, I am off to save the world.&nbsp; Have a fabulous day!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-56939684998996966692011-05-09T23:13:00.000-07:002011-05-09T23:13:34.911-07:00Blow it out your old wazoo!I have been busy all day organizing and shifting food storage stuff.&nbsp; It has been a great work out.&nbsp; I carried about 34 cases each filled with #10 canned food.&nbsp; Most of it was wheat.&nbsp; Some was, dehydrated carrots and apples, oatmeal, rice, beans, dry milk and sugar.&nbsp; I had been storing most of it in our guest bedroom closet, which could be a room in and of itself.&nbsp; I never dreamed I would have so much space, ever!&nbsp;<br /> <br /> The girls were such a big help when I needed it.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> So to my title.&nbsp; I wake up around 4:45 in the morning to get ready to go walking/jogging with my friend.&nbsp; We meet around 5:25ish.&nbsp; I wake this early so I can have time to feed Daniel before I leave so I don't feel like I have two extra jugs to carry.<br /> <br /> I use my husbands fancy cell phone for my alarm.&nbsp; He is so kind to set it for me every night.&nbsp; Apparently last night he forgot to set it.&nbsp; But that is okay because he apparently has his own alarm clock in the form of a loud trumpeting toot-toot that comes out his old wazoo.&nbsp; When he had awoken himself he saw the time, which was just before the alarm would have gone off.&nbsp; He checked the alram and saw it was not set.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I was unaware of this until I had come back from walking and&nbsp; he told me of this tender mercy, as he called it. I thanked Heavenly Father for such a humorous tender mercy.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-18753487851613189332011-05-07T22:49:00.000-07:002011-05-07T22:49:52.589-07:00Two for OneThis will be a quick entry.<br /> <br /> Yesterday I got to help out at the school book fair.&nbsp; I had a blast watching kids come up with only a few coins in their hand and then asking if this was enough to buy the handful of books they were holding in their other hand.&nbsp; I told them that today was not their lucky day and that it was not enough.&nbsp; They always looked puzzeled.&nbsp; It had made laughing inside every time.&nbsp; Gotta love kids!&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Emma helped her friend out today.&nbsp; On the way to school her friend went to look back while riding her bike to school and got to close to that edge of the path and fell onto her handle of the bike.&nbsp; Emma first thought to go to get her friends mother but then she says "Mom I had a strong feeling to not go to her Mom but to a friends(name being withheld) home that was closer.&nbsp; So I listened.&nbsp; I knew that was the Holy Ghost telling me what to do!"&nbsp; There's more to that story but this is a quick entry :)<br /> <br /> I was so grateful that she heeded those promptings.&nbsp; This was one of those times where I felt so happy we have talked about on so many occasions to our children, the importance of listening to those promptings we get.&nbsp; Her friend was taken home and all is well!<br /> <br /> After the girls got home from school we headed out to my sisters.&nbsp; Her second daughter was the empress in The emperors new clothes.&nbsp; It was the epitome of a play full of beginner actresses and actors.&nbsp; I loved it!&nbsp; My niece was very good at actually putting some kind of emotion into her delivery and I was very appreciative of that.&nbsp; Especially since 99% of her fellow cast members did the same monotone influx in their voices.&nbsp; I tried adding some pep to a few of their songs they sang by clapping my hands to the beat, but no one else seemed to catch onto my vision.&nbsp; So after a few awkward times of trying I stopped.<br /> <br /> Today was filled with fun.&nbsp; My brother-in law took 5 of the younger kids to Home Depot to make a mother's day gift for Wendy and I.&nbsp; Jared stayed and helped clean their home and then my sister, her 2 older girls and Emma went out.&nbsp; We took the girls to lunch.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> On our way back home we stopped at Costco.&nbsp; Enough said on that.<br /> <br /> We made eggo waffles for dinner.&nbsp; They are on sale right now at costco for 5.99 for a 60 count.&nbsp; Yes I stocked up, and yes my freezer is now 1/4 full of them.&nbsp; It looked like the sign said the sale goes until May29th.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Jared has cleaned our home and it smells wonderful!&nbsp; The girls asked me what I want for breakfast tomorrow morning.&nbsp; I actually told them I would not like them to make me breakfast and that in fact I do not want anyone to come in and wake me up, but rather to have them help their father later that day to make me a delicious dinner and cookies.&nbsp; If the day is going to be to celebrate me I want a say in how I want it to be celebrated.&nbsp; I think I will ban the whole breakfast thing on the sheer moral that THIS IS THE ONE DAY I WANT TO SLEEP IN AND GOSH DARN IT I DESERVE IT!&nbsp; That's all.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I am looking forward to all of the special love I will get tomorrow.&nbsp; Real quick before I sign off.&nbsp; The music leader for our primary in our congregation, she called Friday morning and wanted to record me singing my favorite primary song.&nbsp; She said last year she did this for Mother's day and then the kids had to guess whose mother was singing the song.&nbsp; Such a brilliant idea!&nbsp; My kids will definetly get mine.&nbsp; Here are the words to the song I sang<br /> <br /> "I want to be kind"&nbsp; slightly adapted by me<br /> <br /> I want to be kind to everyone<br /> For that is right you see<br /> <br /> So I say to myself<br /> SELF<br /> remember this<br /> kindness begins with me<br /> <br /> I sing this ALL THE TIME!<br /> <br /> And now for a special tribute to a few special people who if it were not for them I would not be the mother I am to the children I have. <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCoQNjiexajE5-NNp5vQOxS7YwU84enUz7K5aFe4lbUhYx8oCACDfx-v2FIGbE4FJHRPQvGILgDdbRdegT4jK5vo2aThUnMq13DpU76Vpg7VRsVxM8JF46MESJbqLhod_0wPUidyFwqjA/s1600/100_1375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHCoQNjiexajE5-NNp5vQOxS7YwU84enUz7K5aFe4lbUhYx8oCACDfx-v2FIGbE4FJHRPQvGILgDdbRdegT4jK5vo2aThUnMq13DpU76Vpg7VRsVxM8JF46MESJbqLhod_0wPUidyFwqjA/s320/100_1375.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My maternal grandparents</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUdXcmSrJBh7SvgXlKShau5FlRw1_FhAVsZzrE-15JNrz0UWBIGBbq7FjveT9uCZi2FPHvyg_EsKY8Eb8FkajYCoS_DqJgXf5HsAPp07yhWe66cwX0TZIRgcHCdkWEgWkvr0mvYhfWnKg/s1600/100_8154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUdXcmSrJBh7SvgXlKShau5FlRw1_FhAVsZzrE-15JNrz0UWBIGBbq7FjveT9uCZi2FPHvyg_EsKY8Eb8FkajYCoS_DqJgXf5HsAPp07yhWe66cwX0TZIRgcHCdkWEgWkvr0mvYhfWnKg/s1600/100_8154.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My husbands maternal grandmother</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P2zXHctVbSHuYcLcN4ZeHsvAuh6BsvFUovyi8EuKe95rKIS_eJbF-JKfQ8E61lPXo8IZoXLGbD1GqsjOpR-CjNYuejmymkxO_fMCgo5si60UEi7YMaEGnPl8sLuAJa6k0GW6VYvunsPr/s1600/100_8254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7P2zXHctVbSHuYcLcN4ZeHsvAuh6BsvFUovyi8EuKe95rKIS_eJbF-JKfQ8E61lPXo8IZoXLGbD1GqsjOpR-CjNYuejmymkxO_fMCgo5si60UEi7YMaEGnPl8sLuAJa6k0GW6VYvunsPr/s320/100_8254.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My in-laws</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVFkk4Cfpb84EQUYexoxTbPlxixdgPISoK2A08EcsJMZf46iGLhqhxkoBgZaY0XpglK7pNpJ1W5hop0HA0VGBb-nQ7uuLt9uXa4NAvfqkBp70A3jXEhrU9SkbqTZmHTJdA2MEBeYmgTZO/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBVFkk4Cfpb84EQUYexoxTbPlxixdgPISoK2A08EcsJMZf46iGLhqhxkoBgZaY0XpglK7pNpJ1W5hop0HA0VGBb-nQ7uuLt9uXa4NAvfqkBp70A3jXEhrU9SkbqTZmHTJdA2MEBeYmgTZO/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My paternal grandmother</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUd55JCgM-2_R_XZLDj-MZGV2W5ngSdl589QMUrMXwh2U7DoOYU1izzCq6nYBJXsXgo5t6l5bjOCpZ3PnqfDb7l5pjamqVpoCRyDN8FBj02i84-Y8qZZAkG2Rv2wARwukGq4dheN88vcy/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My Mother</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQsH7Q0-MN41AfDYap2W6nhh1RIwtxCVv1iBaPB72UYxTCAlPFrv4O8mcw_hyPZtlZ7X54xzdic7H-tVaMNZZCUV1Wb9QNdtZJRI2XFe2qhx6P9i6fbHQzDUVqvkxB1I29Ga2uLm8y6Ih/s1600/IMG_0825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQsH7Q0-MN41AfDYap2W6nhh1RIwtxCVv1iBaPB72UYxTCAlPFrv4O8mcw_hyPZtlZ7X54xzdic7H-tVaMNZZCUV1Wb9QNdtZJRI2XFe2qhx6P9i6fbHQzDUVqvkxB1I29Ga2uLm8y6Ih/s320/IMG_0825.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;My Dad</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6PORjQr528pOM1-_ryhyphenhyphenuGc3CgeLeAvgDkPyGbaH4oFuO0vnqhI3khojDsjhQAKjaq-y-M2G_lLnCvCQN2-GAhSR-AC1c9jS4AOclQSV8OjS_Ui5LNMjhGYmyOef8X2FAiKKgqwznrIM/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6PORjQr528pOM1-_ryhyphenhyphenuGc3CgeLeAvgDkPyGbaH4oFuO0vnqhI3khojDsjhQAKjaq-y-M2G_lLnCvCQN2-GAhSR-AC1c9jS4AOclQSV8OjS_Ui5LNMjhGYmyOef8X2FAiKKgqwznrIM/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Mother's Day!</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-45938096258590170352011-05-05T21:31:00.000-07:002011-05-05T21:31:30.637-07:00The PathMy walking partner this morning was sick.&nbsp; So after feeding Daniel I plopped back to bed at 5:25 with my work out clothes on and sneakers.&nbsp; I fell right back to a deep sleep with no covers on. An hour and 20 minutes later I woke up.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I told Jared that I felt like I hadn't slept that good in a while.&nbsp; After the 2 older girls left for school I got the rest of us ready for an adventure.&nbsp; We have some beautiful paths and trails in our neighborhood so I figured since I was still in my work out clothes I would use my new hand me down free jogging stroller I got from a friend.&nbsp; Eliza and Daniel rode in the stroller while Lucy and Kady rode their bikes.&nbsp; Kady actually has been using one of our self made balance bikes.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> We were off.&nbsp; The sun was nice and warm.&nbsp; I could feel my bottom reminding me how far I have to go till I don't get whip lash from it when I run.&nbsp; And I could see in my shadow to the west of me how bouncy it is.&nbsp; It just gave me more motivation to move.&nbsp; Lucy took off and was far ahead of us.&nbsp; I got really nervous at one point because apart of the path goes under one of the main roads and it is a fairly steep hill, especially for a little rider.<br /> <br /> I prayed real hard that if she did go down that hill that she would be protected, or to help her to remember to stop to wait for us.&nbsp; Kady was my buddy.&nbsp; She had to stop frequently to tell how hot she was or to move her hair out of the way of her eyes.&nbsp; Her helmet kept on shifting her hair.&nbsp; I encouraged her along the way.<br /> <br /> I was so relieved to find Lucy waiting patiently for us to go down the hill.&nbsp; They walked their bikes down.&nbsp; After passing the 2 underground parts of the paths we came to a part of the path where on one side were bigger rocks that went down a small drop off, and on the other was nice soft sand.&nbsp; Kady kept looking down when she was riding and would move uncomfortably close to the drop off which put me on edge.&nbsp; I reminded several times how she needed to stay from the edge and how unsafe it is.&nbsp; She would redirect her course and move to a safer place on the path.<br /> <br /> About a mile and a half into the path there is a little play area.&nbsp; We made a stop to play and refuel ourselves.&nbsp; The sprinklers were on.&nbsp; Lucy say's to me "Why can't we go in the sprinklers?"&nbsp; I said "because you just said you couldn't!"&nbsp; She then realized she needed to rephrase her question and asked " May we play in the sprinklers?"&nbsp; ABSOLUTELY!, I replied&nbsp;<br /> <br /> They had a blast running cooling off.&nbsp; Eliza was not too keen on the idea so she watched from a&nbsp; distance.&nbsp; After a nice refuel we loaded back up and headed back home on the path.&nbsp; Again Kady was somhow drawn to that dangerous edge.&nbsp; It finally dawned on me to get down to her level and look her in the eyes and explain why I needed her to stay on the safer side.&nbsp; She did not have anymore issues for the remainder of the ride.<br /> <br /> When it came time for the path to under the road instead of walking this time they rode their bikes the whole time.&nbsp; I prayed so hard that they would be safe, and they were.&nbsp; I was so thankful.&nbsp; We we got home we were all so hot and sweaty.&nbsp; But we had such a great time.<br /> <br /> I have thought about this all day.&nbsp; How the whole path thing is related to our lives.&nbsp; Do I complain about my journey or do I embrace it?&nbsp; Am I careless in my actions or thoughts to bring me close to those dangerous drop offs? &nbsp; Am I staying focused on what is most important or am I focusing on things that don't matter.&nbsp; Am I proactively making efforts to re-balance which path I am on?&nbsp; How I have a loving Heavenly Father who is quietly encouraging me to keep on going and don't give up and believing Him and trusting what He tells me?&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Our paths are all different.&nbsp; Some have lots of curves and others lots of hills.&nbsp; Some have beautiful trees and wildlife while others have barrenness.&nbsp; What do I do to help others when they hit a bump on their path?&nbsp; Am I willing to help when needed?&nbsp;<br /> <br /> I feel like the more I make time to listen in those quiet moments of reflection I realize how much energy I use up in worrying about small stuff that in the grand scheme of things really doesn't matter.&nbsp; And then it is as if I get a better understanding of&nbsp; how I can do better and am instructed on how to correct the path I am on that will keep me farther away from those drop offs and closer to those sandy softer banks.&nbsp; And then sometimes there are times where a hill comes and the answer is to just ride it out and trust.&nbsp; I love introspection.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pictures that were taken almost a year ago in Michigan</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitO9ssNH2QzZRYjCb0bYHhXlp7sXfbh-nTMM5i3nZd6RfuWFZbMZ_csrdXTk2To7U5jdSxYFtz0a_sCucO9810Xw-AfjMfRGqAD6jgDhVm_0eLkVFo9tkM0JMX-56veHCdqlvrhHMvgQod/s1600/IMG_2665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitO9ssNH2QzZRYjCb0bYHhXlp7sXfbh-nTMM5i3nZd6RfuWFZbMZ_csrdXTk2To7U5jdSxYFtz0a_sCucO9810Xw-AfjMfRGqAD6jgDhVm_0eLkVFo9tkM0JMX-56veHCdqlvrhHMvgQod/s320/IMG_2665.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobd02fTacNALzE2YotXZpR9Uw8aDBy1QCTOTpQZV1L_r8rYSM10SzIYe-5_Pcw_9O3vsuxr5gG9_8Q_-_1I80nA3HVNDBJ7DGvppSOYdvS7GRTwRa3zVlOqxdc3THXqZMkld21QuXNC1V/s1600/IMG_2667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobd02fTacNALzE2YotXZpR9Uw8aDBy1QCTOTpQZV1L_r8rYSM10SzIYe-5_Pcw_9O3vsuxr5gG9_8Q_-_1I80nA3HVNDBJ7DGvppSOYdvS7GRTwRa3zVlOqxdc3THXqZMkld21QuXNC1V/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV6NNb-T8wz8xJjTt_1t1PnMPPUfTVkmHPcODhmBhYaeC4Q1AxoSWVAgj8SN7lRiOVMEWOGVG6Z2S6goMiCz38zvWtZqvnxbKyl56rdKUeEFatz0oNk7XM2vu_g4X2xcZvd0sWj9vIeCY/s1600/IMG_2673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlV6NNb-T8wz8xJjTt_1t1PnMPPUfTVkmHPcODhmBhYaeC4Q1AxoSWVAgj8SN7lRiOVMEWOGVG6Z2S6goMiCz38zvWtZqvnxbKyl56rdKUeEFatz0oNk7XM2vu_g4X2xcZvd0sWj9vIeCY/s320/IMG_2673.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We finished our day off with the girls getting in their swim suits and having a mud party in the back.&nbsp; It reminded me of their mud sliding they did at our Michigan home.&nbsp; Oh by the way we had an offer on our home and it looks like the mortgage company is going to take it!!!&nbsp; We just need to wait for paper work stuff.&nbsp; One mortgage sounds much better than two.&nbsp; Happy Cino de Mayo!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-53967939942913930532011-05-04T22:13:00.001-07:002011-05-04T22:20:39.666-07:00Conversations in my head<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEkJmbpyui8kSjxrQx46-rJ2R2BYXNXkaKhfoPPLN9ZxPhFjPTteS-pFAYmzvyb_zDvQweCktXmgPaXnSOE8LIpmTEDaNAEzx2JsvQS4m9FgTz-aJSTsqvqpHEReBrKQLGsPpnX9Gm4-U/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEkJmbpyui8kSjxrQx46-rJ2R2BYXNXkaKhfoPPLN9ZxPhFjPTteS-pFAYmzvyb_zDvQweCktXmgPaXnSOE8LIpmTEDaNAEzx2JsvQS4m9FgTz-aJSTsqvqpHEReBrKQLGsPpnX9Gm4-U/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;">I found the camera and took a picture of Emma's eyelids today.&nbsp; She told me that when she was returning something to the office today the nurse asked her if her eyes were okay.&nbsp; Emma told her she had&nbsp; put on eye stuff yesterday.&nbsp; The nurse suggested to her that I should take her to the local drug store to get some eye makeup removal.&nbsp; Not going to happen.&nbsp; If good ole soap and water can't get it off then it aint coming off.</span>&nbsp; </div><br /> Today I had to draw upon those inner conversations to the max, because I had plenty of opportunities to freak out if I wanted to.&nbsp; Some of them would included,but not limited to,&nbsp; 3 little ones at a bathroom sink they had just filled to the brim with water and then taking many barbie dolls and other small toys and were sloshing them about.&nbsp; I took a BIG deep breath in, and screamed to myself that water damage was not taking place or any other kind of damage.&nbsp; Well, except brain damage, since I have reminded repeatedly that the combination of toys+water+bathrooms do not go together.<br /> <br /> I only said, with teeth gritting and my mouth perched slightly open "This is not a good choice!" <br /> <br /> Ken's leg was damaged when I was shaking him out of water, his leg hit the sink.&nbsp; So now he is a one legged, tattoed guy.&nbsp; Some child had drawn circles around his arms.&nbsp; At least he always has a smile on his face.<br /> <br /> <br /> Let's see, another one would be that Sera complained the entire time she emptied the dishwasher.&nbsp; That would not have been bad had she emptied the dishwasher in 5 minutes like it normally would take.&nbsp; But she took almost 2 hours.&nbsp; I nearly flipped on this one, but instead went to time out in my room several time to avoid me taking control and doing it myself. <br /> <br /> This morning before school the kids were running around and Emma was carring Eliza doing somewhat of a horse trot thingy and she dropped Eliza on her head.&nbsp; I went to my pantry and shut the door and screamed at the top of my lungs.&nbsp; When I opened the door I had 5 little girls standing there asking what I was doing in there.&nbsp; I told them I was letting some air out.&nbsp; Kady said "you okay Mom?"<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_lZk34peioFXXzcfbFUGp-jcn8r4hAFO_F-WxLNwQ8_0h9IthIkDjOL8uuWV4Xc0a-dQTl9WPPy-_unCWa5fETMQd9OppPf0pMZhSZ26e7slp6dhaEqX1zEKQDd8PYLdFzGPnsSPbX5b/s1600/IMG_1284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3_lZk34peioFXXzcfbFUGp-jcn8r4hAFO_F-WxLNwQ8_0h9IthIkDjOL8uuWV4Xc0a-dQTl9WPPy-_unCWa5fETMQd9OppPf0pMZhSZ26e7slp6dhaEqX1zEKQDd8PYLdFzGPnsSPbX5b/s320/IMG_1284.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;">Daniel recently started sucking his thumb.&nbsp; I think he is a very proactive child.&nbsp; He must have gotten sick of waiting for me to feed him and figured sticking his thumb in his mouth could help soothe him while he waits for me to help everyone else.&nbsp; He is such a great little person.</span></div><br /> Today the dominant conversation in my head was "Why do I even have the kids do anything?&nbsp; It would be so much easier if I did everything because I know it would be done the way <span style="font-size: large;"><b>I</b></span> would do it and as fast as I would want it done!"&nbsp; So I answered myself, because I don't like to leave myself hanging,&nbsp; "Indeed it would be easier, but that is missing the point.&nbsp; "I know!"&nbsp; I replied back to myself. And I sigh. "Why can't they just get it?&nbsp; Why don't they want to just get it done so they can go and play and have fun?&nbsp; Why drag it out?&nbsp; Come on people!"&nbsp; <br /> <br /> &nbsp;At least my bread turned out wonderfully.&nbsp; Kady and Lucy helped me.&nbsp; We did that for school today.&nbsp; We talked about the importance of the different ingredients and if you mess up the ingredients then it would be gross. &nbsp; It was soooooo good!&nbsp; Who would have thought that accidentally adding 1 extra tablespoon would make such a huge difference. We took a loaf over to our neighbors and I even shared some with a couple of traveling sales men who were trying to sell me some freezer dried food storage stuff. Lucky them!&nbsp; <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aDlYO6mGd81PdO6178a1wZkdOi3nEy4cAlsBjn4Wmjg4PqWEefk7QQIuDalHHzI4Gt59Pxu98bgBB2Ifkl6ChIjlWZH9ivqwNDc9ckKP8-ZqV_EBfAN_k78R2h25IB8_vMEvwuzTkZ0X/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8aDlYO6mGd81PdO6178a1wZkdOi3nEy4cAlsBjn4Wmjg4PqWEefk7QQIuDalHHzI4Gt59Pxu98bgBB2Ifkl6ChIjlWZH9ivqwNDc9ckKP8-ZqV_EBfAN_k78R2h25IB8_vMEvwuzTkZ0X/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;todays&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; yesterdays</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTsefbTJT2mt5I3n1MQR6VDvqWQCeztzLSzJSe8GSNpHNQGK1EVk-kYvkXeAiQbEp7UgzbMbUyYAazJ9CG7WutmvLYRxQBfLdN_JfqOg-ZS99Oc2lsPRwqg6JrVk1QUVPb8ON17njjETJ/s1600/IMG_1384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLTsefbTJT2mt5I3n1MQR6VDvqWQCeztzLSzJSe8GSNpHNQGK1EVk-kYvkXeAiQbEp7UgzbMbUyYAazJ9CG7WutmvLYRxQBfLdN_JfqOg-ZS99Oc2lsPRwqg6JrVk1QUVPb8ON17njjETJ/s320/IMG_1384.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy29Y1jhpM7S3PcLP9zXA-MsXN0LvCRJ4e-dAEejfT8PK0S9g2O5Do73jpAS1oZ5du3sZlWs-voVc4h0pYSraswPKrvqnUkaxRdUoovTzRJmaFS-yHpfQqFQapl4ir7f3OU6s190xraAPv/s1600/IMG_1388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy29Y1jhpM7S3PcLP9zXA-MsXN0LvCRJ4e-dAEejfT8PK0S9g2O5Do73jpAS1oZ5du3sZlWs-voVc4h0pYSraswPKrvqnUkaxRdUoovTzRJmaFS-yHpfQqFQapl4ir7f3OU6s190xraAPv/s320/IMG_1388.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> &nbsp;Eliza pooped 10 times today.&nbsp; 10 times!!!! I think that is an all time high record.&nbsp; I am beginning to think she may have gotten a parasite from drinking the water table water she sat in.&nbsp; I thought it was teething but it has been a few days.&nbsp; She sticks all sorts of gross things in her mouth.<br /> <br /> We didn't eat dinner until 7pm.&nbsp; That very rarely happens, but I told the girls I was not able to make dinner until they got the dishes done.&nbsp; While I was getting dinner stuff prepped the girls all got bathed.&nbsp; We had waffles with bacon and eggs.&nbsp; Lucy and Kady cut up strawberries to top the waffles with.&nbsp; It was delicious!&nbsp; Emma and Sera decided to take their time in getting ready after their bath so they missed out on&nbsp; helping cut up strawberries.&nbsp; I am confident that one of these days it will sink in their heads that with <u>certain</u> things taking your time does not pay off.&nbsp; At least that is one of the conversations I like to have in my head.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-19492192503642593732011-05-03T20:43:00.001-07:002011-05-03T21:04:04.691-07:00" I Wana win!"My friend and I walked on the equestrian trail this morning.&nbsp; She is very adventurous.&nbsp; Me not so much.&nbsp; I should have enjoyed the walk much more than I did, but I allowed myself to be too distracted from all of the little critter holes along the path.&nbsp; I really do hate when things jump out at me.&nbsp; More of that huge sudden burst of adrenaline.&nbsp; The one where it instantly makes all of my sweat glands start to drain, including the ones in my eyebrows.&nbsp; Thankfully, nothing did jump out.<br /> <br /> I brought with me my new food storage weights.&nbsp; I had a great idea last Monday after I was putting away some cleaned out empty juice containers.&nbsp; They have some nice grip handles on them and I thought how these would be really nice to convert to weights.<br /> <br /> So yesterday I opened up some of my cans of dried beans and filled those empty bottles up.&nbsp; From the way my arms felt afterward I would say they will be an effective tool in toning my arms back up.&nbsp; I am going to try to figure out a way to convert the other 2 bottles I have into leg weights.&nbsp; Maybe I can find some heavy duty velcro and strap them on.<br /> <br /> I scored big this morning at the grocery store.&nbsp; I have been waiting for months for bacon to go on sale.&nbsp; Like 1.88 or less type of sale.&nbsp; Nada, until this morning.&nbsp; I happened to stop in the lunch meat department to pick up some cold cuts that were on sale but they didn't have any smoked ham left.&nbsp; "Oh well" I thought.&nbsp; I have learned that most things rotate every 12 weeks to go on sale.&nbsp; No big deal.&nbsp; I moved on and saw the sign.<br /> <br /> Cue angels singing and there it was.&nbsp; Is this true?&nbsp; Am I really seeing a sign that says that this16 oz package of&nbsp; beautiful farmland bacon is on a special sale for just today for only&nbsp; .99 cents.&nbsp; I grabbed all of them except for one.&nbsp; I didn't want to be too greedy.&nbsp; The sell by date was for today.&nbsp; I just stick them in my freezer anyway, plus they all looked fresh and well.&nbsp; I love a great deal.&nbsp; The only bummer, if there could be one, is that I had just gotten a coupon in the circular for $2.00 off a package of this particular brand of bacon.&nbsp; I had the prompting to grab the thing but got distracted before I left.&nbsp; A learning moment again.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Sera came home today with some new things she bought from the book fair. ( with her own money)&nbsp; I guess she really wanted to get the same thing Emma bought yesterday.&nbsp; Unlike Emma, this turned Sera into a diva of sorts.&nbsp; She was all sorts of sassy tonight.&nbsp; It earned her an early royal spot in her bed.<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyyZ8E_IQ-ivNHPfMeelgfvj3Q2OhpHLqarIPv4U9lU40a-ngPFLchDAihyn4Wu_N00NkR1tw25ZsiFBNJeTgLFftdWRoj5ewUo8My9ylMm88QaoIP1jUd6y8MpLnMu9LxEMLFKgQBLix/s1600/100_0580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyyZ8E_IQ-ivNHPfMeelgfvj3Q2OhpHLqarIPv4U9lU40a-ngPFLchDAihyn4Wu_N00NkR1tw25ZsiFBNJeTgLFftdWRoj5ewUo8My9ylMm88QaoIP1jUd6y8MpLnMu9LxEMLFKgQBLix/s320/100_0580.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-small;">This was taken over 6 years ago when Emma got into my mascara </span></div>Emma walked in the door from school and had bright pink eyeshadow on.&nbsp; It matched her bright pink shirt and then later her sleeping beauty dress up dress grandma made for her.&nbsp; She later added the bright pink lipstick.&nbsp; I am just curious what the makers of these sorts of things are thinking when they create such a product.&nbsp; I know...<br /> <br /> "George how about we put the brightest of bright colors that scream hoochie momma to all the world!"<br /> <br /> "By golly Fred, you are a genious!"<br /> <br /> Sally tries to pipe in "Um, guys I don't think that Moms...."&nbsp; rudely cut off<br /> <br /> "Fred, I think this will be a big seller!"<br /> <br /> Unfortunately for Emma I think her eyelids will be hot pink for a while.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> I made bread this morning.&nbsp; 6 loaves.&nbsp; Too bad I accidentally put 3 tablespoons of salt in it instead of the 2 it calls for.&nbsp; I should know better than to walk away to help a little one when I am in the middle of measuring.&nbsp; I didn't realize until after the fact, when the loaves came out rather small and then I tasted them and thought that they were extremely salty.&nbsp; Then I thought back of when I was measuring and realized my mistake.&nbsp; I hate wasting, but I&nbsp; can't stand the flavor even more.&nbsp; Baking will be on my agenda for tomorrow.<br /> <br /> Lucy is&nbsp; reading now.&nbsp; It is always a thrill for me to see our children learn and get it.&nbsp; She has been reading these "Bob books fun!" books.&nbsp; Great beginner books.&nbsp; Eliza likes when she reads them to her.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> Tuesday nights, for a little more than a month now, are my volleyball nights.&nbsp; It is my outlet.&nbsp; There are 6 teams.&nbsp; We are the "new team."&nbsp;&nbsp; All of the other teams seem to have played together for several years.&nbsp; We seem to not win very much.&nbsp; Out of all of the games we have played we have only won 2 matches.&nbsp; They happened to be against the team who when we first played them, decided to be very strict and unfair about the net rules.<br /> <br /> If you ever wanted to see older women get fuming upset, then you should have been there that night.&nbsp; I thought one of my teammates was going to punch the other players. I really could have cared less.&nbsp; I mean really, I have enough things to worry about, I am not going to freak out about net or line calls.&nbsp; We lost to them, but the following 2 times we've played them, we crushed them.&nbsp; Sweet revenge...... or something.&nbsp; I don't know how we will do tonight.&nbsp; It seemed like last week we started to get into a nice groove.&nbsp; I hope it continues because it sure is a lot more fun to win than lose.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><object height="349" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/L5i7MLJn264?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/L5i7MLJn264?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="349" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object></div><br /> <div style="text-align: left;">Well I am off to hopefully&nbsp; help our team win some games.</div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Last week on one of the teams we played against, had a former college volleyball player.&nbsp; I felt like doing what that guy is doing shielding himself from the hurt.&nbsp; She is really good and every time she goes up to spike I want to make a slow mo "mmmmmmmmwwwwwwwwaaaaa" sound, and then hide of course because as soon as she hits the ball it literally goes straight down...fast!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c138/MissV21/Nacho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c138/MissV21/Nacho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-53888016788402278582011-05-02T21:59:00.001-07:002011-05-02T22:03:22.400-07:00Oh The Excitement!<div style="color: purple; text-align: center;">The best Easter picture we were able to get of the kids before church. I love Daniels smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpIF97aDgYALb-IvAsJmk8JgXhxx18UnzG0E-z1HxsEdLtYJxYAarYhHBvkWLqGnlkTTACQ8_b-PGElhkOiCB1Ab3LIXQXU5wmwTpzfxAqbLPSZ_JlId-WNs88OM05_jvFMty0XvhoROA/s1600/IMG_1316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpIF97aDgYALb-IvAsJmk8JgXhxx18UnzG0E-z1HxsEdLtYJxYAarYhHBvkWLqGnlkTTACQ8_b-PGElhkOiCB1Ab3LIXQXU5wmwTpzfxAqbLPSZ_JlId-WNs88OM05_jvFMty0XvhoROA/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" width="320" />.</a></div>It was great to start the day out with a nice brisk walk this morning.&nbsp; My friend and I talked about preparedness and children.&nbsp; Love it!&nbsp; When I got home I switched laundry and put in my 3 load for the day.<span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-look-forward-to.html" style="color: #3d85c6;">I love my Mondays</a><span style="color: #3d85c6;">!</span><br /> <br /> Recently I have had to come up with creative ways to divert Eliza's attention from Daniel.&nbsp; She seems to like to smoother him with kisses and very tight squeezes.&nbsp; Occasional pile drives occur as well.&nbsp; In an effort to protect Daniel on Mondays when I am folding laundry I bring Eliza in with me.&nbsp; I wanted to test her ability to remember. I must say I was shocked a little when I first pulled out an article of clothing from the dryer and asked her who's it was, and she easily told me.&nbsp; So now that is our new game we play on Monday's together.&nbsp; "Whose clothes are these?"<br /> <br /> Lucy and Kady wanted to play matching games and old maid for our "homework" this morning.&nbsp; Lunch was not very succesful.&nbsp; I tried serving leftover noodles from last night but they mostly complained about it.&nbsp; They did eat strawberries so at least they had something.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">This was taken last month </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Un2BjHe5QQydkDVWZshPFAsTenTbCUHyOI6E8ft7kVlcnCRvScnoSmvmpSLYEmDH6kXj_DmYZSWR2WPqnWhOhrz1r3X84lteFuJmjekULTfHPYF1HITz5sywvUcu8WhZDlRTD5pur4qe/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Un2BjHe5QQydkDVWZshPFAsTenTbCUHyOI6E8ft7kVlcnCRvScnoSmvmpSLYEmDH6kXj_DmYZSWR2WPqnWhOhrz1r3X84lteFuJmjekULTfHPYF1HITz5sywvUcu8WhZDlRTD5pur4qe/s320/IMG_1299.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> We filled the water table up in the afternoon and the girls had a blast using their imaginations.&nbsp; Eliza again sat in it and was sopping wet.&nbsp; She came in without me realizing and went to sit on the bar stool and literally made a big sloosh sound with her diaper.&nbsp; I brought her back outside to dry off.<br /> <br /> Emma had garden club today after school.&nbsp; It is such a great idea to me to do with kids.&nbsp; They have planted a "salsa garden", "cactus garden" and a "vegatable soup garden"<br /> <br /> Next week they will be having a party and will have samplings of the products.&nbsp; I am excited to try it out.<br /> Emma also decided to buy several things at their book fair today, with her own money.&nbsp; I was unaware that she had intentions to do so.&nbsp; Sera came home with a cute little tiny jeweled notebook.&nbsp; I asked her where she got it from and she told me Emma had bought it for her.&nbsp; She was excited because Emma told her she had another surprise for her once she got home from garden club.<br /> <br /> Sera was so excited to see what it was.&nbsp; When Emma got home she pulled out this large poster of a little puppy with a pink bow in it's hair.&nbsp; Sera was beyond elated.&nbsp; Emma also purchased this, how to be a star beauty book.&nbsp; In my former mother life I most likely would have poo-pooed on her purchases, but have learned since that sometimes it is best to put your personal feelings aside and enjoy the moment.&nbsp; I know I am a late bloomer.&nbsp; It was a joy for me to watch all of the girls be excited and to watch Emma beam as she felt so happy inside to have shared with others what she had bought.<br /> <br /> The girls played dress up and wanted to do a fashion show but we ran out of time tonight.&nbsp; Another night I suppose.&nbsp; Emma also got another free little puppy poster, becasue as she said "I got more than $10 of stuff" She decided to give that to Lucy.&nbsp; Emma told us several times how good she felt for sharing.&nbsp; That makes me happy, real happy!<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">Here are the girls doing a photo op after Emma dolled them up </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOqo2M1UeumS3Jq2btTuGpc-KBdzcYUPnu-0oCf2EPloTaaV53gV8pfy1tPDI_Bndq6zoflqdVcFWWa5WihRZCv3_qL3E8bjsxOnzHEwvB8dJI-0amvTJVye1GoaHaa-fp3Qh_LZUfg6Y/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOqo2M1UeumS3Jq2btTuGpc-KBdzcYUPnu-0oCf2EPloTaaV53gV8pfy1tPDI_Bndq6zoflqdVcFWWa5WihRZCv3_qL3E8bjsxOnzHEwvB8dJI-0amvTJVye1GoaHaa-fp3Qh_LZUfg6Y/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> We enjoyed&nbsp; delicious bake potato bar for dinner.&nbsp; Lucy made a huge mess putting her's together jsut the way she wanted.&nbsp; We always say "It's okay to make a mess, you just need to clean it up when you are done."&nbsp; So she did.&nbsp; Kady was sad that she didn't get to put her potato together so I told her that if she ate what was on her plate then she could have some more and she could fix it herself.&nbsp; She ate very fast so she could do that.<br /> <br /> I was in charge of the treat tonight for Family home evening (FHE).&nbsp; My sister gave me a great suggestion to make chocolate jello with cool whip mixed in and then layer it with oreos.&nbsp; Super easy and everyone enjoyed it.&nbsp; Emma was in charge of activity.&nbsp; She chose to do a fire drill and talked to us about what to do in case of a fire.&nbsp; We decided where we are to meet if our home was on fire.&nbsp; She was very thorough.&nbsp; Sera was in charge of lesson and she talked about being kind and used Emma as an example.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;">Sera showing off some more.&nbsp; She was waving her hands around and speaking in a British accent.</span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHp6dZp6rBiUe4uahNHp5A81PomPmy_02Itx9hc91dbo0BjbZ8IJWf8V6knwj9itLqVcvEDxK9PgIt1y-tsG04zpru_Jt3eTCYunvQEkKNyc1x_RdQtG8rmyiPZxiESeIAp_9BTu1DVRc/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHp6dZp6rBiUe4uahNHp5A81PomPmy_02Itx9hc91dbo0BjbZ8IJWf8V6knwj9itLqVcvEDxK9PgIt1y-tsG04zpru_Jt3eTCYunvQEkKNyc1x_RdQtG8rmyiPZxiESeIAp_9BTu1DVRc/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I love it when everything seems to be going right and good.&nbsp; I don't know what other homes are like but if they are anything like ours we go through ebbs and flows of wonderfulness and then down right blah.&nbsp; Right now is the time where everything just seems to go just right and then something snaps and then the&nbsp; kids will seem like all they do is tattle tale and complain and want to hurt each other.&nbsp; I seem to be less patient and kind myself during those times.<br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: purple;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-small;">Jared's Grandma came down Easter weekend with his aunt.&nbsp; Daniel enjoyed talking with her and getting lots of kisses from her too.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZukJegPQpNQjkxOGT9nj1UR6vTBvoONsvQJhFZBILhxQEL07NdlQ93ER5leO3scNsNlEBNeHEMkML-mgNbCUqnB9pnuLbhVqpSxoFZd5K8KUGIQVzHNdCmVSaYc5AP8QB7HDRBPjtWWfu/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZukJegPQpNQjkxOGT9nj1UR6vTBvoONsvQJhFZBILhxQEL07NdlQ93ER5leO3scNsNlEBNeHEMkML-mgNbCUqnB9pnuLbhVqpSxoFZd5K8KUGIQVzHNdCmVSaYc5AP8QB7HDRBPjtWWfu/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I have learned that it is just the nature of our lives.&nbsp; I feel that those times when it all seems hard and frustrating are the times we can either learn and grow or just give up and feel defeated.&nbsp; Of course sometimes it may feel as if it would be best to just give up, but I believe that it is not in our innate nature as women to give up, but to pick ourselves up off the ground (sometimes literally) and get back to work.&nbsp; That's the trick to figure out how to get up and get back to work, to reach beyond our own abilities and trust God in knowing what is best for us and then doing.&nbsp; A wise person once said we should "Go and do, not sit and stew."Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-20405091440632823822011-05-01T22:34:00.000-07:002011-05-01T22:34:15.716-07:00"Little Hero's"Last night as my husband and I sat on the very hard metal chairs for nearly 2 hours, we wanted to make sure we got the soft seats for today's 2 hour meeting for Stake conference.&nbsp; We thought people would be as passionate about getting the soft seats as we were, so Jared rode his bike with Sera in the trailor, up to the church to ensure comfortable seats.&nbsp; I guess people did not share the same idea, because when they got there around 8am there was only one other person there.&nbsp; The tech guy.&nbsp; The good news, we got the nice comfortable seats we wanted, and we now know when we need to get there to get them.&nbsp; Bad news, Jared and Sera waited nearly 2 hours until we came.<br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This picture was taken August of 2005, right before we moved to Nebraska.&nbsp; My dear friend came over to let us love on their new baby girl.&nbsp; We were able to get a picture just in time before Sera started shoving the baby away, "I am done!" is what she was trying to say.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeDw-6g1zZRE4CaNWrEtXwdT7am_81dIT2mXQiwmfdVq_mgSojvVUYZ2IpYiWzoaaBsczjcgVotjxiNm0tFD_T7sF_laFwKhogxk-5RLgD0vGF_Rk7Q_AFMsq2BGYB0oED64McMcsOHfE/s1600/100_2204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeDw-6g1zZRE4CaNWrEtXwdT7am_81dIT2mXQiwmfdVq_mgSojvVUYZ2IpYiWzoaaBsczjcgVotjxiNm0tFD_T7sF_laFwKhogxk-5RLgD0vGF_Rk7Q_AFMsq2BGYB0oED64McMcsOHfE/s320/100_2204.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeDw-6g1zZRE4CaNWrEtXwdT7am_81dIT2mXQiwmfdVq_mgSojvVUYZ2IpYiWzoaaBsczjcgVotjxiNm0tFD_T7sF_laFwKhogxk-5RLgD0vGF_Rk7Q_AFMsq2BGYB0oED64McMcsOHfE/s1600/100_2204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div>Conference was great!&nbsp; Well, at least what I was able to get from it with having 6 small children with us.&nbsp; Eliza enjoyed playing peek-a-boo with the couple behind us and then alternating leaning as forward as she could in the pew in front of us to turn her head to get the people's in front of us attention.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> About half way through, I had the thought of "It is so nice that the children have been behaving so well."<br /> <br /> Just before we stood to sing the intermediate hymn the kids started nit picking at each other and Eliza did her classic "NOOOO STOOOOP IT!" high pitch scream, whilst Jared would immediately put his hand over her mouth to muffle the scream.&nbsp; 2 of the kids left just before that song to go to the bathroom and upon returning, as we were singing the song, decided to stand up on the bench to sing the song or to poke a sibling.&nbsp; It is odd to me why a 9 year old would feel compelled to do that, but to each their own I suppose.&nbsp;<br /> <strike><br /> </strike><br /> <strike>I quickly corrected their behavior</strike>&nbsp; yeah scratch that.&nbsp; Who can ever control their&nbsp; kids when you really want them to behave a certain way. But if I do say so myself they really did do well for being little.&nbsp; The older girls even shared what they learned.<br /> <br /> That is another thing I am always fascinated with.&nbsp; That a young person who seems as if they have no clue on what is going on around them can grasp and pay attention and give a full detailed description of what they learned.&nbsp; It does help me to realize that our children really do hear us and are learning, even if it may not seem like it.&nbsp; If they got just one thing I consider that a success.<br /> <br /> A minor mishap....<br /> Emma was upset that I took the book she was reading away from her toward the end of the meeting.&nbsp; Sorry, sweet child, but when you get upset with&nbsp; 2 and 3 year old's&nbsp; for touching you when you are "trying to read", it means it is time for you to have a break from the book....annnnnddd sulking about it does not get you your book back (.) !<br /> <br /> We had lunch and then the miracle happened.&nbsp; Every single person in this home took a nap at the same time.&nbsp; What universe are we on.&nbsp; The stars must have been in alignment or something. I awoke first.&nbsp; I had about 30 minutes to myself.&nbsp; I got some dinner stuff prepped and talked with a few people on the phone.<br /> <br /> I was happy to get a call from a new friend.&nbsp; She recently lost her father.&nbsp; She is the only child.&nbsp; Her father and her were close.&nbsp; Anyway she has been going through the mourning phase and it has been hard, as you can imagine.&nbsp; Before he passed we would walk together in the mornings.&nbsp; Just before her father passed ,and since then, we have not been walking.&nbsp; I have missed that, but I knew she needed the time to process and mourn her loss.&nbsp; I told her that when she was ready to let me know.&nbsp; She called me today to let me know that she was ready.&nbsp; I am so elated that we will be walking again in the mornings.&nbsp; She is just such a delight to be around and it is a great way to start my day.<br /> <br /> One by one peoples started waking up.&nbsp; Each came in with a smile and a "Hi Mom!"&nbsp; I love that, because it does not always happen that way.&nbsp; Sometimes when they wake up, you almost wish you would have skipped the nap, and taken the person you would have had, come 4 o'clock because they would have seemed more manageable.&nbsp; So I am grateful that all was well on that front.<br /> <br /> I started getting dinner ready.&nbsp; Breaded pork chops were on the menu tonight with fresh peas and carrots, noodles with salt and pepper butter and a little cream, watermelon, and applesauce.&nbsp; It all turned out so yummy for me.&nbsp; The older girls and Jared were very complimentary and I always appreciate that.&nbsp; Everyone cleaned up dinner while I got Daniel down for the night.<br /> <br /> When I was done we watched&nbsp; our Sunday movie.&nbsp; A little background on this.&nbsp; Back in February I thought that it would be nice to give some incentive to being reverent during our services at church.&nbsp; My proposal was that if they got through the whole meeting without getting any warnings then they could watch the movie and have as much carmel popcorn as they want. 1 warning- small bowl of popcorn and watch movie, 2 warnings- no popcorn, yes watch movie, and 3 warnings- no popcorn and no movie.&nbsp; It has worked out so far.&nbsp; We watch classics.&nbsp; Like Fiddler on the Roof, The Other Side of Heaven (thanks to this one, Lucy in particular, will burp after every meal to thank me for a delicious meal), Gigi, Tyler a real hero, etc.<br /> <br /> So the caramel popcorn was made and it was movie time.&nbsp; We had 3 spills of popcorn before the movie even started.&nbsp; Probably within minutes of each other too.&nbsp; It was funny. <br /> <br /> Tonight we watched a movie I DVR(ed) from BYU television.&nbsp; Actually a lot of the movies we watch have been recorded from there.&nbsp; The title "Little Hero's"&nbsp; Such a cute film.&nbsp; Before the movie was done I came upstairs to change Eliza's diaper so I didn't catch the ending.&nbsp; When the kids came up, Sera came and stood by me.&nbsp; She seemed sad about something, so I asked what what the matter.&nbsp; She started crying.&nbsp; She told me how sad she was that the girl's dog died at the end.&nbsp; Moments like these I cherish, and they are a great reminder that underneath all that energy of this child that there is such a tender, compassionate soul who really does want to look out for those around her.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> &nbsp;I told her about a time when I was reading the book "Where the Red Fern Grows"&nbsp; It was the summer of 2001.&nbsp; We had a young boy with us for the summer.&nbsp; I wanted to do some things that would make learning be a fun experience for him.&nbsp; So we had gotten some books from the library.&nbsp; We read "Where the Red Fern Grows" together.&nbsp; We finished the book on a Saturday.&nbsp; I remeber because we were out on errands and Jared was with us.&nbsp; As I read the ending I could hardly read because the dog had died and I was sobbing so hard.&nbsp; Jared and the boy just laughed at me, in a kind way, probably a nervous laugh come to think about it.&nbsp; It was such a good book to me.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> <br /> At story time, Kady kept on passing horrendous gas.&nbsp; Jared thought someone had pooped their pants.&nbsp; At bedtime, Eliza had grabbed her singing toothbrush and would press the button to turn on the music and then would turn it back off quickly.&nbsp; I turned it into a game.&nbsp; So when she had the music going I would smile and nodded my head back and forth and when she turned it off I would frown.&nbsp; Kady and her just laughed and it encouraged me to keep on doing it so I could hear them laugh.&nbsp; I love the sound of children laughing!Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-84454738210361446552011-04-30T22:57:00.000-07:002011-04-30T22:57:31.595-07:00Fruits of our labor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Today was such a productive day.&nbsp; It started at 5:30am.&nbsp; Somehow the children have not figured out that just because the sun is up does not mean it is always time to be up.&nbsp; I took in stride and figured we could get a jump on getting our home ready for the Sabbath.&nbsp; That was until I started feeding Daniel and realized how exhausted I was.<br /> <br /> After feeding him and getting him back down, I laid back down myself for about 30 minutes.&nbsp; Jared helped some of the younger ones get breakfast, and then joined me.&nbsp; I always enjoy when he comes back and cuddles as we fall back to sleep.<br /> <br /> We finally got started around 7 and went full speed ahead.&nbsp; We started with family scripture study.&nbsp; I introduced some new methods we will be incorporating into what jobs they get to do on Saturdays and through out the week.&nbsp; We also introduced a pilot of how they can earn money.&nbsp;<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5xBCXbqiqukHUVIfLTzDgCAqmFPb9v7zz2nE78veq5G47MhU16RXST4OWyScu0Db_DDteRP6IC0UbIs68O5g4khyH0HWu-HZ6DHzWrxeTXpjrETbPkoGc-TI8xUYAEdQpFvppmMaMaiD/s1600/100_6987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5xBCXbqiqukHUVIfLTzDgCAqmFPb9v7zz2nE78veq5G47MhU16RXST4OWyScu0Db_DDteRP6IC0UbIs68O5g4khyH0HWu-HZ6DHzWrxeTXpjrETbPkoGc-TI8xUYAEdQpFvppmMaMaiD/s320/100_6987.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">This picture was taken when we lived in Scottsbluff Nebraska.&nbsp; The windiest place I have ever lived.&nbsp; There was a nice breeze here where we live all day today.&nbsp; This evening I opened the windows to let the nice cool air in.</span></div>When I was at my friends home the other day we somehow got on the subject of kids and earning money.&nbsp; At that time I thought I had come up with a great way for the kids to earn money but then she shared this nugget of info she had learned about at a recent meeting she attended.&nbsp; She told me that a woman with a lot of children had said that what worked for her family was that at the end of each month the child would be paid how ever old that child was. i.e Emma is 9 so she would get $9.&nbsp; Their children were then taught to give 10% to the Lord for their tithing, 20% to put into a savings and the rest they can do with what ever they want.&nbsp; Fabulous in my opinion!<br /> <br /> After our study we got to working.&nbsp; Everyone stripped their sheets from their beds and we gather all the towels, so I could start the wash.&nbsp; This took a bit of reminding, but it eventually happend.<br /> <br /> The kids are always in charge of cleaning the play room on Saturdays.&nbsp; I figure they can make all the mess they want during the week, but come Saturday I expect them to put everything back in order.&nbsp; Well it did not go so smoothly today.&nbsp; I chalked it up to very early rising.&nbsp; So around 1pm I had waved my white flag and had 5 of the 6 children soundly sleeping.&nbsp; It was amazing what a good nap can do to any ones ability to focus.&nbsp; Good call on my part.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> Before the naps though Lucy and Jared cleaned the bathrooms.&nbsp; This is Lucy's specialty.&nbsp; She loves to clean them with Jared.&nbsp; Sera sat on top of her bed for over an hour huffing and puffing how she could not get her new sheet on her bed.&nbsp; I responded with "You are right sweetheart you certainly can not get your sheets on your bed if you are just sitting there.&nbsp; At least try.&nbsp; We had a lesson later on how if you have forgotten how to do something or you need specific help then we can do a review, but to just sit there and complain to the universe on how hard it is, it will never get you anywhere.&nbsp; Bless her heart.<br /> <br /> Kady seems to have figured out that she is the fourth child and that the fourth child can often times get overlooked when it comes to doing work.&nbsp; I made a mental note that this is something that I need to put more energy into.&nbsp; It will be on my "things to ponder" list on what I can do differently to help her.&nbsp; Who knows maybe she is just one of those kids that will end up with maids one day, but at least I will know that I did everything in my power to teach her how to work hard and how to use some elbow grease. <br /> <br /> <br /> While the children napped, Emma and Jared worked in the yard playing detective on the sprinkler system.&nbsp; It was fun to watch them locate the heads and then dig down around them to expose them.&nbsp; Emma seemed to enjoy getting very muddy.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> And while they were doing that, I worked on making delicious stuffed green peppers for dinner.&nbsp; Once I got that done I stuck them in the fridge so they could be ready to stick in the oven later on to heat for dinner time.&nbsp; It is so much easier for me to make meals that can be made earlier in the day so when "that" time of the day comes all I need to do is re-heat the meal.<br /> <br /> Once everyone woke up from naps, the home was nice and fresh and ready for the Sabbath.&nbsp; It is one of my favorite things.&nbsp; A freshly cleaned home.&nbsp; The energy that comes from my home.&nbsp; Almost like a "thank you for cleaning me, I wasn't sure if you had noticed me at all during the week.&nbsp; So thank you" kind of feeling.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0tHa-MYRkRT0c_MwetXnk5Yc4nn3Y-fgoVkUR81s-kInsRLrJoy2QbOxe4qG4KodvfX9riq97c5erWRiebvQBqouSKaBmljyGlKAZJsGQs5oBGCW1WAEK3f9NkIPVjeQYjdBXDF5xraZ/s1600/100_7016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE0tHa-MYRkRT0c_MwetXnk5Yc4nn3Y-fgoVkUR81s-kInsRLrJoy2QbOxe4qG4KodvfX9riq97c5erWRiebvQBqouSKaBmljyGlKAZJsGQs5oBGCW1WAEK3f9NkIPVjeQYjdBXDF5xraZ/s320/100_7016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Again another Scottsbluff picture.&nbsp; We were having macaroni for lunch and I was cleaning stuff up when Sera said "wook mommy funny!"&nbsp; It certainly was and I was able to capture it .&nbsp; Nothing says yum like macarnoi in your nose</span></div><br /> Jared took Kady and Lucy to the dollar tree on a hot date.&nbsp; They came back with cotton candy and were so happy.&nbsp; We had dinner which was soooo yummy!&nbsp; Lucy did not care for the green peppers.&nbsp; But she gagged them down because her desire to have dessert was great than her desire to not eat them.&nbsp; Gotta love determination.&nbsp; I had cut up a watermelon for a side dish and Eliza ate hers and then would sneak others off of their plates while they were not looking.<br /> <br /> After dinner and dessert everyone got bathed.&nbsp; Then my wonderful step-brother and his beautiful wife and son came to babysit for us so Jared and I could attend a church meeting tonight.<br /> <br /> &nbsp; <span style="font-size: small;">E</span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"><span>lder Allan F. Packer, of Quorum of the Seventy spoke at our meeting this evening.&nbsp; All who spoke shared such great messages.&nbsp; It was all so edifying.&nbsp; It was exactly what I needed to hear.&nbsp; About 7 months ago we got to here Elder Packer speak in our stake back in Michigan in the same kind of setting.&nbsp; When I saw that he was going to be presiding over our meetings I thought of how he had shared how much he enjoyed calling people to come up at minutes notice to share a message.&nbsp; I am glad he did not do that tonight.&nbsp; I always get so nervous for whomever is asked to do such a thing.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"><span><br /> </span></span><br /> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">We came home to an even cleaner home than what we left.&nbsp; Dishes were done, kids in bed.&nbsp; No lights on.&nbsp; All was well.&nbsp; I am glad the girls got to spend time with their aunt and uncle and cousin.&nbsp; They will be moving at the end of May.&nbsp; We will miss them but we are also so excited for their next adventures that are ahead for them.&nbsp; </span></span></span><br /> <br /> <br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxonODYhSZTgiy36GPQVh3rEz_kZfvwej8clddC-1O35PrG8wpx9Ecr3zAy0m2qjyITz48ymQYYAcvuP9NnkDrz7if4A33XHkQFTCC4UILXDVYcgpL9y1mj3HzYMvedLWNHp0NL6dvm1P/s1600/100_7167.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtxonODYhSZTgiy36GPQVh3rEz_kZfvwej8clddC-1O35PrG8wpx9Ecr3zAy0m2qjyITz48ymQYYAcvuP9NnkDrz7if4A33XHkQFTCC4UILXDVYcgpL9y1mj3HzYMvedLWNHp0NL6dvm1P/s320/100_7167.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I felt like my eyes went cross a few times today.&nbsp; Nothing a little chocolate can't fix </span></div><br /> Today was a great productive day.&nbsp; Even if it was like pulling a tooth that isn't ready to be pulled out, to get some of the kids to do their responsibilities.&nbsp; I know that consistency is what matters and even if they don't get it now someday they will, I hope.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7977524281230256879.post-53774704373274987982011-04-29T23:48:00.000-07:002011-04-29T23:48:23.536-07:00DreamsI was dreaming this morning about something random when in my dream all of the sudden a baby started crying out of nowhere. I tried to find the crying baby to see if I could comfort it. My efforts seemed to be fruitless and then I woke up and found Daniel was up and crying. It is so facsinating to me how that happens.<br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Kady tuckered out after church.&nbsp; She found a place under the dining room tables.&nbsp; She actually peed on the floor shortly after I took the picture, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsZzb0v8gmLKEDrJlxzgLl5uxBsOUfFA5620pweifNpIo3h-DsTjGZ3830owmwIyOBwQ6ANizQK7CR1uzgJofBwh-NuABsR1jnVLhntaQ4YlmuckZLPi0X0ydkwO9l67KKPrWjOIxFW3m/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKsZzb0v8gmLKEDrJlxzgLl5uxBsOUfFA5620pweifNpIo3h-DsTjGZ3830owmwIyOBwQ6ANizQK7CR1uzgJofBwh-NuABsR1jnVLhntaQ4YlmuckZLPi0X0ydkwO9l67KKPrWjOIxFW3m/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Last week he went through a growth spurt. So for several nights he was up for a midnight feeding to up my milk supply to accommodate his growth.After the growth spurt feedings it leaves me quite full in the mornings now. This morning was no different. I think he had been crying for a while so he must have had a good air bubble. After chugging down on the first side he un latched himself looked at me with a very overfilled look and spewed milk all over me.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Can you count how many chins he has? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyRmznwmq1OADA0pJSOitZF1wrLe570aIwjRh8VIjFv4dPuAvTSuohk7BqCboKTwlI6axkOj7E8iNE_D9I3UyNI0zqKeltEUVV96R_E5QFvJZMzGvUndCwjxW-XUPmLS2jXeG8uEi8HJs/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJyRmznwmq1OADA0pJSOitZF1wrLe570aIwjRh8VIjFv4dPuAvTSuohk7BqCboKTwlI6axkOj7E8iNE_D9I3UyNI0zqKeltEUVV96R_E5QFvJZMzGvUndCwjxW-XUPmLS2jXeG8uEi8HJs/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Kady had come in his room to talk while I fed Daniel. (yes some of the kids wake up that early) When he exploded she said "Oh dear! He's okay?" So cute.<br /> <br /> I got frustrated with Emma this morning. She needed to finish her homework. She had about 4 questions left. I came down stairs about 7, after I got myself ready for the day. She had already been down there for a good 20 minutes prior so naturally I had thought she was done with homework.&nbsp; Nay, nay.<br /> <br /> This is what it looked like when I came to the kitchen. <br /> <br /> Emma was sitting at the table still in her pajamas, hair crazy. Her change purse dumped out on the table with a few random pieces of trash from her drawer. Still no breakfast.She was chatting up a storm with Lucy about who knows what.<br /> <br /> My first thought was, "well maybe she is using this stuff for homework. " But after about 20 more minutes of just sitting there I felt it necessary to sternly remind her that she had roughly 15 minutes to get her<span style="color: #993399;"> </span><a href="http://childreninducedinsanity.blogspot.com/2010/02/responsibility-lids.html" style="color: #006600;"><span style="color: #993399;">lids</span> </a>done and that I was pretty sure nobody at school wanted her to show up in her night gown. <br /> <br /> Most of the time the responsibility lids work. Sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, I need to work on how to respond to it. I get so frustrated. Mostly because I feel that they have been doing the lid thing for so long (about 4 years now) that surely they get it. <br /> <br /> Unfortunately, I get reminded on how many times I need to be reminded of what I am suppose to be doing.&nbsp; I am so grateful for a loving Heavenly Father and His example of the kind of parent I need to be.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> After Emma and Sera left for school we got to help a family in our congregation.&nbsp; We took the 2 older sons of the family to school and got to bring a dinner for them.&nbsp; Eliza closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep to avoid the strangers.&nbsp; She has been going through the stranger danger stage lately.&nbsp; It was cute to me to watch through the rear view mirror.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I love looking at my kids eyelashes when they are sleeping.&nbsp; So cute! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiZqrB9vG8OHwm94WLXXVrBe3Cqmj23WLsVgcSXqdSvec91BepM_VQK8zljDE0ZliNqR1ZtEaWkXXAYxJTqrJTJ14LMxV05MEKDxRKMJAfdoQFeBtDw2uxY76M4ZlrCYbkGtZmO3Lm_w7/s1600/IMG_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuiZqrB9vG8OHwm94WLXXVrBe3Cqmj23WLsVgcSXqdSvec91BepM_VQK8zljDE0ZliNqR1ZtEaWkXXAYxJTqrJTJ14LMxV05MEKDxRKMJAfdoQFeBtDw2uxY76M4ZlrCYbkGtZmO3Lm_w7/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> We got home and while I fed Daniel we watched some footage of the royal wedding.&nbsp; The girls got bored so they played with play doh.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> We made cupcakes this morning for our babysitter.&nbsp; Her birthday is on Monday.&nbsp; We had fun.&nbsp; I ate 4 of them.&nbsp; They were so airy so I tricked myself into thinking that surely something so light and fluffy couldn't possibly have too many calories.&nbsp;<br /> <br /> After lunch we all took a nice nap.&nbsp; Oh blessed nap time.&nbsp; <br /> <br /> For dinner I had some free pizza coupons from the community.&nbsp; They sent us a nice welcome package thingy with several coupons to use at local places.&nbsp; We got a Barros pizza.&nbsp; Double cheese.&nbsp; Yum!&nbsp;<br /> <br /> The girls had a picnic dinner in front of the tv while they watched their Friday night movie.&nbsp; Lucy's tummy got a rumbly and threw up.&nbsp; She seems to have a sensitive tummy lately.&nbsp; Once Jared got home from work we headed out on our hot date.<br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Kady and my Dad napping during conference </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZYJn4rdQgAUJJXJi3p4m3KUn1rDNOyb2-_HfodvdrgDkwi6ohqwswEgc-9EMLCEB-eZvKhcZTlJ2KKeQu9H_l411jP9JIx91EVwjtRrD6C64BkRCesn2JjfKWTsRXKsYRG7al5PDcFro/s1600/100_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6ZYJn4rdQgAUJJXJi3p4m3KUn1rDNOyb2-_HfodvdrgDkwi6ohqwswEgc-9EMLCEB-eZvKhcZTlJ2KKeQu9H_l411jP9JIx91EVwjtRrD6C64BkRCesn2JjfKWTsRXKsYRG7al5PDcFro/s320/100_0215.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I was in charge this week.&nbsp; We take turns.&nbsp; We went to the Mesa Temple.&nbsp; What a great night.&nbsp; We headed to Culvers to indulge in their yummy butter burgers.&nbsp; We got a vanilla bean shake but that was not as good.&nbsp; We talked about how we are going to work on making and succeeding financial goals for the future and I told him some cute things that happened this week with the kids.&nbsp; He looked so handsome sitting there in his Sunday clothes.&nbsp; He told me about how the retreat went.&nbsp; What a great night!&nbsp; I am glad he is home.<br /> Off to bed ;)<br /> <div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Jared napping with Emma and Sera when they were 3 and 2.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbbSHMLPkTcDnz-oi0-fXTP0DSQd3W-qf5KJJgqKebqd3o8Xi5pe27u3AUu9XmNc6AtqP9o2PUNF0oync-JkAIvc7rMnjw9imtUzj0YZJRKm9fMp2dqPpgrMRBr9s__Vpy8x1wpeqcXMZ/s1600/100_2567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbbSHMLPkTcDnz-oi0-fXTP0DSQd3W-qf5KJJgqKebqd3o8Xi5pe27u3AUu9XmNc6AtqP9o2PUNF0oync-JkAIvc7rMnjw9imtUzj0YZJRKm9fMp2dqPpgrMRBr9s__Vpy8x1wpeqcXMZ/s320/100_2567.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> &nbsp;Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04405675009888594011noreply@blogger.com2