Thursday, September 4, 2008
What do I need a Passport for?
Patrick has been pushing me to fill out passport papers....I wonder what for?
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Big Trees
Patrick and I took the kids to Big Trees in Calaveras County on Labor Day. About half way there, we realized we didn't pack the camera. Thank goodness for cell phone cameras right? The pictures aren't that great, but the memories are! I can't tell you how big those trees were. We've seen the Redwoods on the coast which are the tallest trees in the world and now we've seen the largest trees in volume in the world. The kids had a blast and were filthy dirty from head to toe when we were finished. Patrick and I joked about who we would see up there and sure enough at the end of our trip, we ran into the Hale's from our ward who shared some home grown grapes with us. What a great family trip!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Bedtime vs. Blogging
Blogging wins...
Those sweet hours between 8:30pm and 11pm or 12am or whenever I feel like going to bed are sometimes even better than eating this:
curled up in my bed, watching this guy:
do this:
errr...I mean this:
Those are the hours that I call "me time". The hours that belong to only me and me alone. If I have some bedtime stragglers, I politely remind them that they are interfering with "me time" and give them a sweet warning that however many minutes they are up after their bedtime, they owe me the next night. It is during these hours that I do things like scrapbook, blog, myspace, or whatever I need to do to prepare for the upcoming day. I've made sure that all 4 of my children are on the "me time" schedule (weekdays only) and for the most part, they have been very good about keeping to it. In perfect world, the children would sleep all night long and wake up happy and helpful the next day. Then reality sets in...
When I became a mom for the first time, I didn't know that it came with this thing called "mommy ears" For those of you who don't know what "mommy ears" are, let me try and explain...After all the work you've done to get everyone settled in for the night, the kitchen cleaned, the wet clothes put into the dryer, etc. etc...you FINALLY do this:
and you are finally here:
then you hear these:
pitter-pattering down the hallway because they need to use this:
and even though they've been using it for more than a year, can't seem to do it by themselves in the middle of the night.
Mommy ears hear everything whether you are awake or in a R.E.M sleep. As soon as I hear the first squeak of a door opening or the first pitter pat on the hard wood floor, I lay waiting in bed to see if I will be blessed with the presence of one of my offspring needing me for something.
So here's the deal...My sweet little baby Carly hasn't been the easiest baby per say. She has her easy moments but those are few and far between the cranky ones. I do look forward to bedtime for her mostly so my arms can rest and my boobs can heal from all the demands a 7 month old can put on a mother. And even though days are tough, a little one of these:
makes even the hardest days bearable. Carly has always been a pretty good sleeper only waking a few times each night to replenish what she had pooped out 4-5 times the day before. She didn't really even wake fully. After feeding her, she would be back asleep in no time. WELL....things have changed my friends...and I am not welcoming the changes whatsoever! It all started Thursday when Carly had a 102 degree temperature. Despite giving infant Tylenol to her, it lasted for about 3 days. You wouldn't have known that she didn't feel good because she was happier than most days. Then, on Saturday night at 11pm, Carly woke up as usual to get a feeding in. At 12am, she woke again, then 1am, and 2am, and 3am, and 4am and 5am, she woke wanting to nurse each time. Of course I had to get up early the next day to get everyone ready for and to church on time. I figured that night was a fluke thing... that she would be fine Sunday night. I was able to take a nap for the first time in months and catch up on what I lacked the night before. If I had only known that the night I was about to embark on was going to be worse than the first (yes, it could get worse), then I wouldn't have woken up from my nap at all...
Sunday night, Carly wakes up every hour but instead of falling back asleep after each feeding, decides to cry. We both cried that night...I ended up for the first time in who knows how long, having her in bed with me for the remainder of the night. Every time she cried, I rubbed her belly which seemed to have helped somewhat, but what didn't help was my little Ethan waking up twice and getting in bed with me and those were on the half hour mark...soooo for a period of 2 hours, I was up 4 different times!
The next night got a little better with her waking every 2-3 hours but I had a few different visitors throughout the night namely, Malia and Ethan...I don't know what is going on. This is so out of the normal. I decided that I'd better make a doctor appointment for Carly to see if she had anything that would be making her do this...Of course, the doctor couldn't find anything that was wrong excluding a small hernia below her belly button (which is completely normal and not painful)... not even an ear infection...Gosh, how I wanted the doctor to find an ear infection! Conclusion...teething! TEETHING!!!! It's a good thing I'm not having anymore kids...I couldn't go another round of this...Of course, I would have too if it came down to it because there would be no other choice, but let's just hope that Patrick's surgeon cauterized everything properly if you know what I mean :-)
So back to the beginning...Bedtime or Blogging? really is a relevant question for me these days. I mean, after starting this blog, Carly has woken up and nursed once, Ethan woke up and actually found the toilet by himself but I had to quietly escort him back to his bed, and Raya (finally) went to bed...she owes me an hour tomorrow (it's actually 11:45 pm not 9 whatever it says at the bottom of this post pm).
Sooo...I'm tired... and even though I knew what I was getting into when I signed up to have children, I didn't read the fine print that says "do not expect to sleep normally EVER again". All I can say is that those teeth better be right below the surface ready to pop through relieving Carly of all the pain that is torturing both of us or I might just end up like this:
Those sweet hours between 8:30pm and 11pm or 12am or whenever I feel like going to bed are sometimes even better than eating this:
curled up in my bed, watching this guy:
do this:
errr...I mean this:
Those are the hours that I call "me time". The hours that belong to only me and me alone. If I have some bedtime stragglers, I politely remind them that they are interfering with "me time" and give them a sweet warning that however many minutes they are up after their bedtime, they owe me the next night. It is during these hours that I do things like scrapbook, blog, myspace, or whatever I need to do to prepare for the upcoming day. I've made sure that all 4 of my children are on the "me time" schedule (weekdays only) and for the most part, they have been very good about keeping to it. In perfect world, the children would sleep all night long and wake up happy and helpful the next day. Then reality sets in...
When I became a mom for the first time, I didn't know that it came with this thing called "mommy ears" For those of you who don't know what "mommy ears" are, let me try and explain...After all the work you've done to get everyone settled in for the night, the kitchen cleaned, the wet clothes put into the dryer, etc. etc...you FINALLY do this:
and you are finally here:
then you hear these:
pitter-pattering down the hallway because they need to use this:
and even though they've been using it for more than a year, can't seem to do it by themselves in the middle of the night.
Mommy ears hear everything whether you are awake or in a R.E.M sleep. As soon as I hear the first squeak of a door opening or the first pitter pat on the hard wood floor, I lay waiting in bed to see if I will be blessed with the presence of one of my offspring needing me for something.
So here's the deal...My sweet little baby Carly hasn't been the easiest baby per say. She has her easy moments but those are few and far between the cranky ones. I do look forward to bedtime for her mostly so my arms can rest and my boobs can heal from all the demands a 7 month old can put on a mother. And even though days are tough, a little one of these:
makes even the hardest days bearable. Carly has always been a pretty good sleeper only waking a few times each night to replenish what she had pooped out 4-5 times the day before. She didn't really even wake fully. After feeding her, she would be back asleep in no time. WELL....things have changed my friends...and I am not welcoming the changes whatsoever! It all started Thursday when Carly had a 102 degree temperature. Despite giving infant Tylenol to her, it lasted for about 3 days. You wouldn't have known that she didn't feel good because she was happier than most days. Then, on Saturday night at 11pm, Carly woke up as usual to get a feeding in. At 12am, she woke again, then 1am, and 2am, and 3am, and 4am and 5am, she woke wanting to nurse each time. Of course I had to get up early the next day to get everyone ready for and to church on time. I figured that night was a fluke thing... that she would be fine Sunday night. I was able to take a nap for the first time in months and catch up on what I lacked the night before. If I had only known that the night I was about to embark on was going to be worse than the first (yes, it could get worse), then I wouldn't have woken up from my nap at all...
Sunday night, Carly wakes up every hour but instead of falling back asleep after each feeding, decides to cry. We both cried that night...I ended up for the first time in who knows how long, having her in bed with me for the remainder of the night. Every time she cried, I rubbed her belly which seemed to have helped somewhat, but what didn't help was my little Ethan waking up twice and getting in bed with me and those were on the half hour mark...soooo for a period of 2 hours, I was up 4 different times!
The next night got a little better with her waking every 2-3 hours but I had a few different visitors throughout the night namely, Malia and Ethan...I don't know what is going on. This is so out of the normal. I decided that I'd better make a doctor appointment for Carly to see if she had anything that would be making her do this...Of course, the doctor couldn't find anything that was wrong excluding a small hernia below her belly button (which is completely normal and not painful)... not even an ear infection...Gosh, how I wanted the doctor to find an ear infection! Conclusion...teething! TEETHING!!!! It's a good thing I'm not having anymore kids...I couldn't go another round of this...Of course, I would have too if it came down to it because there would be no other choice, but let's just hope that Patrick's surgeon cauterized everything properly if you know what I mean :-)
So back to the beginning...Bedtime or Blogging? really is a relevant question for me these days. I mean, after starting this blog, Carly has woken up and nursed once, Ethan woke up and actually found the toilet by himself but I had to quietly escort him back to his bed, and Raya (finally) went to bed...she owes me an hour tomorrow (it's actually 11:45 pm not 9 whatever it says at the bottom of this post pm).
Sooo...I'm tired... and even though I knew what I was getting into when I signed up to have children, I didn't read the fine print that says "do not expect to sleep normally EVER again". All I can say is that those teeth better be right below the surface ready to pop through relieving Carly of all the pain that is torturing both of us or I might just end up like this:
Oh My Gosh!
I just read the Blogger Buzz and found out that in the near future I will be able to add a "following link" to my page to see whose been reading my blog. They made it sound like it's a good thing. They said that it's a compliment when people read another person's blog and they can read yours in return...Do you know what this means people???? No more Blog Stalking!!! Oh My...I'm devastated! But on the bright side of things...Maybe I can find out who Johnny Lingo is.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
I Stand Corrected
Ok, so someone named Johnny Lingo decided to invade my blog and correct a few grammar issues on my postings as well as inform me that some remarks made in my blog titled "The Sound of Quiet" are "rediculous".... Apparently, the yellow cat with black dots that looks like a leopard on our elementary school's shirts is in fact a panther. Guess I don't need to go and get me some of those education certificates after all...I just need Wikipedia...oh and by the way Johnny Lingo...you spelt ridiculous wrong...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Dear Johnny Lingo
I am really sad that you feel the urge to comment on my blogs yet don't have the nerve to make yours public. I'd really like to read the blog of the person who has nothing better to do than to correct grammar on someone's (or is it someones?) blog they don't even know...Please...do send me a link...
Professional or Amature
Apparently I've had a rather eventful day seeing that this is my third post but the good news is that the blogging police are on break and you get peek into my life once more...
I am not a professional photographer. I don't know much about how my camera works. I don't know how to get the best lighting and I don't always make sure my lens is clean before I start taking pictures. I like to pretend I can take pictures but most of the time it is only by luck that a professional looking photograph emerges in the hundreds I have taken. I wasn't planning on taking pictures of the kiddos today, but it happened. I even went all out and hung a sheer sheet up in the window for a more "professional" look. I am pretty impressed at what I got. Check out some of the better shots below.
I am not a professional photographer. I don't know much about how my camera works. I don't know how to get the best lighting and I don't always make sure my lens is clean before I start taking pictures. I like to pretend I can take pictures but most of the time it is only by luck that a professional looking photograph emerges in the hundreds I have taken. I wasn't planning on taking pictures of the kiddos today, but it happened. I even went all out and hung a sheer sheet up in the window for a more "professional" look. I am pretty impressed at what I got. Check out some of the better shots below.
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