I wonder what would happen if someone talked to me that way concerning my chores.
It would probably go something like this...
Somebody: You need to do the laundry.
Me: No.
Somebody: Stop playing on the computer. Your children have no clothes. You need to do the laundry.
Me: No.
Somebody: Fine. At least finish the dishes.
Me: No.
Somebody: Your daughter isn't wearing a shirt.
Me: No.
Somebody: That wasn't even a response. Listen, are you going to finish the laundry this century or what?
Me: No.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The Conversation Went Something Like This...
Cohen: Can I go to Logan's?
Me: No. Also, you need to clean your room.
*Two hours later, after watching several Spongebob episodes*
Cohen: Can I go to Logan's house now?
Me: Um. No. You need to clean your room.
Cohen: After I clean my room?
Me: No. You've been there the past three days. Stay home for a bit.
*A weary attempt to clean his room later...He stands and watches Spongebob more than cleaning...*
Me: You can go and watch Spongebob if you want.
Me: *snicker*
Cohen (all a quiver with excitement that I'm going to be "nicer" now): Can I go to Logan's?!
Me: No.
Cohen: Ooooooooooh! What if I clean my room? Did you mean clean my whole room, or just pick stuff up.
Me: No. Clean you room.
Cohen: Then I can go to Logan's?!
Me: No.
Cohen: Ooooooooooh!
Me: *snicker*
The boy is nothing if not persistent. When it comes to going to his friends. Not cleaning his room. Still, at least I get a good chuckle out of it.
Our neighbors have a cute 3 year old daughter who is exactly like Kembry when Kembry was 3. I felt a cringe somewhere out there. She can be a bit tough. Adorable, but tough. Her cute mom asked me what we did to combat Kembry's less than fun behaviors. This was Brett's response, "I don't care who won that battle. I'm just glad it's over!"
Amen, honey. Amen.
Here's to brighter futures and cleaner rooms! Up high!
Me: No. Also, you need to clean your room.
*Two hours later, after watching several Spongebob episodes*
Cohen: Can I go to Logan's house now?
Me: Um. No. You need to clean your room.
Cohen: After I clean my room?
Me: No. You've been there the past three days. Stay home for a bit.
*A weary attempt to clean his room later...He stands and watches Spongebob more than cleaning...*
Me: You can go and watch Spongebob if you want.
Me: *snicker*
Cohen (all a quiver with excitement that I'm going to be "nicer" now): Can I go to Logan's?!
Me: No.
Cohen: Ooooooooooh! What if I clean my room? Did you mean clean my whole room, or just pick stuff up.
Me: No. Clean you room.
Cohen: Then I can go to Logan's?!
Me: No.
Cohen: Ooooooooooh!
Me: *snicker*
The boy is nothing if not persistent. When it comes to going to his friends. Not cleaning his room. Still, at least I get a good chuckle out of it.
Our neighbors have a cute 3 year old daughter who is exactly like Kembry when Kembry was 3. I felt a cringe somewhere out there. She can be a bit tough. Adorable, but tough. Her cute mom asked me what we did to combat Kembry's less than fun behaviors. This was Brett's response, "I don't care who won that battle. I'm just glad it's over!"
Amen, honey. Amen.
Here's to brighter futures and cleaner rooms! Up high!
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
What?! A Post NOT About Pregnancy?
So I took my sweet Chloe to the doctor today.
Finally.
I say this because she's had a cough and a wheeze for what feels like forever. She had croup back in November, and I've been keeping count since then.
6 months is a long time for a baby to have a cough.
But then I felt extra crummy-mummy when we were watching home videos on Sunday. Chloe was hacking up a lung in one of them, and I said, "You've had that cough for a long time, Chloe!" She was 7 months old.
UGH!
So the spirit whispered to me, take her to the doctor when she isn't sick. Clever thinking, spirit. Because the doctor was able to hear a very pronounced wheeze that had nothing to do with being "sick".
My poor girl gets so tired when she plays. She takes extra long naps. And she coughs and wheezes all the time. I'm so glad we know what's wrong now, and that we're on our way to "fixing" it, or, at least, maintaining it.
I may feel differently when she starts having more energy *WINK*
Finally.
I say this because she's had a cough and a wheeze for what feels like forever. She had croup back in November, and I've been keeping count since then.
6 months is a long time for a baby to have a cough.
But then I felt extra crummy-mummy when we were watching home videos on Sunday. Chloe was hacking up a lung in one of them, and I said, "You've had that cough for a long time, Chloe!" She was 7 months old.
UGH!
So the spirit whispered to me, take her to the doctor when she isn't sick. Clever thinking, spirit. Because the doctor was able to hear a very pronounced wheeze that had nothing to do with being "sick".
My poor girl gets so tired when she plays. She takes extra long naps. And she coughs and wheezes all the time. I'm so glad we know what's wrong now, and that we're on our way to "fixing" it, or, at least, maintaining it.
I may feel differently when she starts having more energy *WINK*
Monday, April 23, 2012
Twenty Two Skadoo and Twenty Three...Ska...Dee?
I don't know how it happened. I guess it was bound. I missed a week. Fooey.
Size of My Baby Boy: Kian is the size of a pomegranate. Which apparently is bigger than a cantaloupe. I'd like to see a pomegranate bigger than a cantaloupe. What does this have to do with the size of my baby? Absolutely nothing.
Total Weight Gain: I'll know on Wednesday. These past two weeks have been filled with little-to-no self-control. Chocolate, treats, candy...you name it (if it was unhealthy) and I probably ate it. Tonight I returned to my "I will eat healthy and not become as giant as a whale" program. I'll let you know how it goes ;)
Gender: As far as I know, he's still a boy. But the funny part about his gender is that when people find out I'm having a boy, they ask me if I'm sad. This is usually done when I'm with Chloe, so I'm confused at this random and unwelcome sentiment. No. In fact, I am elated it's a boy. Brett can only handle so many beauty queens and guns. And I can only handle so many female teenagers. Think of all the menstruating and hormones! I'm nothing if not pragmatic.
Movement: Boy howdy, we have a wiggle wart. He has his many, many hours of complete and utter stillness (*poke poke* you still alive in there, boy?) But when he takes to moving, he doesn't kid around. And, sadly, he is very nocturnal. I've learned (with Chloe) this generally translates into "real life". I.e., you won't be seeing much of me the first few months of my little bats life.
Sleep: Some nights are blissfully wonderful. Others are filled with bathroom breaks, acid reflux, and a hyper-active fetus. Also, I'm drooling. A lot.. I'm remembering, belatedly, that I drooled a lot with Chloe. I can't remember much with the other two, but I'm guessing I did then, too.
What I Miss: A non-sensitive bladder and ibuprofen.
Cravings: Cheesy things. Nachos, nachos with cheese, nachos with extra cheese. Um, chocolate.
Symptoms: My contractions are a lot easier to handle with this pregnancy, hallelujah!! But they still come, and sometimes are overpowering.
Discharge. You're welcome. What is with this stuff? I swear I think my "bags of water" is leaking, constantly. Such a pain!!
Also, airheadedness. I backed into a moving car today. I didn't even look behind me. How pathetic is that?
I blame lack of both sleep and soda.
Best Moment of the Week: I don't know. My life is pretty freaking awesome. I have awesome kids and an even awesomer husband. I know I had thought of one earlier, but I can't think of it now. See above "airheadedness".
This Weeks Thoughts: If this little guy is anything like his sisters, he'll come 3 weeks early. And I'm totally savvy with that. It would mean that I only have 14 weeks left. Which, at the same time sounds like a lot and not a lot. Soon, but sooo far away.
I'm getting excited to nurse. Not just for the 500 extra calories of weight loss, but for the fun bonding time. I loved that, and I miss it!
Sibling Rivalry: I really liked the talk, "Teaching Our Children to Understand" talk given at Aprils General Conference by Cheryl A. Esplin. It made me think about different ways I can help the kids apply Gospel principles. I think Brett and I have always done a fairly decent job of pouncing on teaching opportunities as they present themselves. But I'm trying even harder, involving prayer and trying to, myself, understand Gospel principles better. I learn more when I learn it through their experiences.
Cohen and Kembry always fight in the bath tub. I listen as Brett bathes them and it's so hard and frustrating and disheartening. Sometimes I tease him and say something like, "Kian needs us!" when all 3 of our living children are going nuts. Just a reminder that things are really going to change in a few months.
So tonight as I was taking a turn to bathe them, and they began to fight, I decided to start singing primary songs. It was amazing and wonderful how quickly they jumped on the band wagon. They helped me remember lyrics, they did the hand gestures, and recommended other songs to sing. Bath time was fun and peaceful, which led into an even more peaceful FHE.
During FHE, we talked about how Enos prayed for the Nephites and also for his enemies. He prayed for them all to feel the happiness and joy he felt. I asked the kids if they could think of anyone that we pray about to feel the same happiness that we feel, and that are missing out. After we did family prayer, and prayed about those people, Cohen said he felt the Spirit. I asked him what it felt like. He said it felt like he had a really good day and he was really happy and felt happy. No better way to describe the Spirit than that, I'd say!
I'm excited to see how Kian and Chloe interact with each other. I wonder if they'll bicker the same way Cohen and Kembry do. I wonder if they'll be protective of each other, the way Cohen and Kembry are. I watch other kids, and while mine definitely act their age a lot, they're also really good kids. I'm so in love with all three of them. I can really see how having big families can become a bit of an addiction...Still, this is our last! Maybe...
Size of My Baby Boy: Kian is the size of a pomegranate. Which apparently is bigger than a cantaloupe. I'd like to see a pomegranate bigger than a cantaloupe. What does this have to do with the size of my baby? Absolutely nothing.
Total Weight Gain: I'll know on Wednesday. These past two weeks have been filled with little-to-no self-control. Chocolate, treats, candy...you name it (if it was unhealthy) and I probably ate it. Tonight I returned to my "I will eat healthy and not become as giant as a whale" program. I'll let you know how it goes ;)
Gender: As far as I know, he's still a boy. But the funny part about his gender is that when people find out I'm having a boy, they ask me if I'm sad. This is usually done when I'm with Chloe, so I'm confused at this random and unwelcome sentiment. No. In fact, I am elated it's a boy. Brett can only handle so many beauty queens and guns. And I can only handle so many female teenagers. Think of all the menstruating and hormones! I'm nothing if not pragmatic.
Movement: Boy howdy, we have a wiggle wart. He has his many, many hours of complete and utter stillness (*poke poke* you still alive in there, boy?) But when he takes to moving, he doesn't kid around. And, sadly, he is very nocturnal. I've learned (with Chloe) this generally translates into "real life". I.e., you won't be seeing much of me the first few months of my little bats life.
Sleep: Some nights are blissfully wonderful. Others are filled with bathroom breaks, acid reflux, and a hyper-active fetus. Also, I'm drooling. A lot.. I'm remembering, belatedly, that I drooled a lot with Chloe. I can't remember much with the other two, but I'm guessing I did then, too.
What I Miss: A non-sensitive bladder and ibuprofen.
Cravings: Cheesy things. Nachos, nachos with cheese, nachos with extra cheese. Um, chocolate.
Symptoms: My contractions are a lot easier to handle with this pregnancy, hallelujah!! But they still come, and sometimes are overpowering.
Discharge. You're welcome. What is with this stuff? I swear I think my "bags of water" is leaking, constantly. Such a pain!!
Also, airheadedness. I backed into a moving car today. I didn't even look behind me. How pathetic is that?
I blame lack of both sleep and soda.
Best Moment of the Week: I don't know. My life is pretty freaking awesome. I have awesome kids and an even awesomer husband. I know I had thought of one earlier, but I can't think of it now. See above "airheadedness".
This Weeks Thoughts: If this little guy is anything like his sisters, he'll come 3 weeks early. And I'm totally savvy with that. It would mean that I only have 14 weeks left. Which, at the same time sounds like a lot and not a lot. Soon, but sooo far away.
I'm getting excited to nurse. Not just for the 500 extra calories of weight loss, but for the fun bonding time. I loved that, and I miss it!
Sibling Rivalry: I really liked the talk, "Teaching Our Children to Understand" talk given at Aprils General Conference by Cheryl A. Esplin. It made me think about different ways I can help the kids apply Gospel principles. I think Brett and I have always done a fairly decent job of pouncing on teaching opportunities as they present themselves. But I'm trying even harder, involving prayer and trying to, myself, understand Gospel principles better. I learn more when I learn it through their experiences.
Cohen and Kembry always fight in the bath tub. I listen as Brett bathes them and it's so hard and frustrating and disheartening. Sometimes I tease him and say something like, "Kian needs us!" when all 3 of our living children are going nuts. Just a reminder that things are really going to change in a few months.
So tonight as I was taking a turn to bathe them, and they began to fight, I decided to start singing primary songs. It was amazing and wonderful how quickly they jumped on the band wagon. They helped me remember lyrics, they did the hand gestures, and recommended other songs to sing. Bath time was fun and peaceful, which led into an even more peaceful FHE.
During FHE, we talked about how Enos prayed for the Nephites and also for his enemies. He prayed for them all to feel the happiness and joy he felt. I asked the kids if they could think of anyone that we pray about to feel the same happiness that we feel, and that are missing out. After we did family prayer, and prayed about those people, Cohen said he felt the Spirit. I asked him what it felt like. He said it felt like he had a really good day and he was really happy and felt happy. No better way to describe the Spirit than that, I'd say!
I'm excited to see how Kian and Chloe interact with each other. I wonder if they'll bicker the same way Cohen and Kembry do. I wonder if they'll be protective of each other, the way Cohen and Kembry are. I watch other kids, and while mine definitely act their age a lot, they're also really good kids. I'm so in love with all three of them. I can really see how having big families can become a bit of an addiction...Still, this is our last! Maybe...
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
21 Weeks
Total Weight Gain: I have no idea, but this past week has been full of candy and chocolate and candy and chocolate. And cheese balls. Let's not forget the giant bin of cheese balls I bought, with the intention of giving them to Kembry's class for a snack, and then I ate them. All. I have no shame.
Gender: I am just so giddy and in love with this little boy. I'm so excited to have another little guy running around. I wonder if he'll have red hair and freckles like his big brother.
Movement: He moves a lot, and now I can feel it on the outside every day. He's pretty regular. Every time I eat, he wiggles. Granted, I'm usually eating a pound of chocolate, so the sugar probably gets to him!
Sleep: Sleep isn't so great. But I'm blessed because I usually get in a 20 minute to 2 hour nap. Depending on Chloe and fate and if the stars align...
What I Miss: I miss sleep and just being comfortable all the time. But it's so short termed, it really doesn't matter.
Cravings: Cheeseballs. Why are cheeseballs not vegetables? I move that they should be vegetables. Then I'd be the healthiest pregnant woman on the face of the planet. As it is...I'm just a fat cow =/
Symptoms: Contractions. Stretching. Lower back ache. All the good stuff. It's not too bad right now, minus the contractions, which suck. I'm still able to move around, a lot, and I feel better when I do. You know when you're in the 3rd trimester, and movement is just...well, agony? Yeah, definitely far from that, thank heavens!!
Best Moment of the Week: Seeing a kick. I don't know why that's so exciting, but it is. I love at the end when you're whole belly moves when they do. So seeing that kick just reminded me that he's in there, growing fast, and he'll be here so soon!!!
WORST Moment of the Week: I'm going to do a worst moment of the week because I had one last Thursday. After having contractions since the Saturday before, I finally called the doctor. At 8:30 in the morning. Brett had to stay home from work they were so bad. So, I didn't get a call back until 6:30 that night. It was a nurse calling to say I had a UTI (which was discovered from a urine sample given over a week ago...strange...). So I wrote off my contractions and back discomfort to that.
Friday comes around, I've taken a few rounds of antibiotics, and my contractions are still there, but now I have this horrible pain in my back. Just the right side. Finally, I call my doctor. I tell him I have a fever, blood in my urine, a UTI and horrible back ache. Of course I need to go into L&D.
I get there, and they run all the tests. Meanwhile, they hook me up to the monitor, and sure enough, there are my contractions. A little higher than I was used to with Chloe, but again, I write this off to having a UTI.
She asks if I want pain meds. Seeing as how I'm rolling back and forth on the bed, she really didn't ask. She just brought in the torture equipment and set me up.
The medicine they gave me was horrible. I was paralyzed. Not only (in my humble opinion) was this medicine way too intense for my situation, it was terrifying. Supposedly I kept telling Brett not to let me die. I remember thinking that my nurse was trying to kill me. Seriously, I thought she was trying to murder me. I need to stop watching A&E.
Finally she comes back. And guess what? Not only do I NOT have a UTI, everything looks great! Plus, the moron, erm, I mean nurse, says, "And your contractions have stopped!" Well, no, they hadn't. The monitor was up under my boob due to me thrashing around on the bed. Soooo, my wise husband said, "We're going to take her home now," and I'm glad he did. The problem wasn't resolved, but I did NOT feel good being there. I didn't feel good going in the first place, but at the same time, I didn't want to risk anything. Especially not with a fever and blood in my urine. Whatever was off with that night, I may never know, but I'm glad Brett had wisdom enough to take me home to recover.
I'm still having contractions and I'm pretty sure I do have a UTI. But, I was still taking my antibiotics and so hopefully it will all clear up on it's own and I won't have to worry about nurse Hatchett trying to murder me.
The End.
This Weeks Thoughts: Thinking make brain hurty. I have a cold, so my mind is super cloudy and confused. I've definitely been thinking about how blessed I am to have such an involved and helpful husband. He's been sick these last couple of days, and so he hasn't been able to pick up my slack, and I really miss him!! Thankfully, he's on the mend, and I can go back to my neglectful ways.
Sibling Rivalry: Tonight, as we were leaving to go to a meeting at the church, Kembry said, "Kian gets to go everywhere with us! We're a family!" It was so cute. She loves kissing my belly. I can't wait for her to feel him kick. She also made German pancakes ALL BY HERSELF tonight. Seriously, she poured 1 cup of milk, got 1 cup of flour (I did the eggs), and she mixed it all together. Then she melted the butter, and swirled it around and everything. I was so proud of her!!
Chloe has been super clingy. She's sick, and won't eat. Basically, she just doesn't feel good and wants mommy to hold her and make it all better. I have been carrying her around for 3 days (literally, carrying her around. She weights 30 lbs people!) And this, obviously, has not helped the contractions. She won't go to Brett, either, which is totally bizarre. So, I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that she'll start to feel better and get over this "mommy must hold me every minute of the day" phase. Not that I don't love holding her. I just prefer to gestate this baby a little longer than 21 weeks, ya know what I mean?
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Half Way There!
Total Weight Gain: No clue. And my kind neighbor borrowed our scale so now I don't even have to worry about it!
Maternity Clothes: Yes I wear a mu-mu sometimes. I'm not ashamed to say it. Ok, I'm slightly ashamed. I need to buy some more shirts that are thin and short sleeved. It turns out that Arizona is HOT!
Gender: B-b-b-b-boy. I'm still so tickled pink that he's a boy. I love his name. I love the idea of having another little soldier. I love that Cohen will have a brother. I love it all.
Movement: He's still breach, and doesn't flip around very much. He puts a lot of pressure on my lower uterus. But Brett felt him kick today, and it was cute. He'll deny it, but his face lit up when he felt him. He even talked to him and called him "son", which made me light up.
Sleep: Sleep...has not been good. But I have great kids and wonderful husband who pick up the slack when I can't. Or who just don't care when the house is a total mess. Which, btw, isn't this funny and sad and true?
What I Miss: Sleep. This sounds familiar. I think I post this every week. And ibuprofen.
Cravings: This week it has been baked beans and Walmart's rotisserie chicken. And they proved to be as delicious as my mind believed they were. Oh, and Oreo cookies, and Reese's Butter Cups. And grapes.
Symptoms: I hate to say it, but I've started having contractions again. Laaaame. I really hoped positive thoughts would keep them at bay. Turns out my uterus doesn't have positive thoughts. Just angry thoughts. Angry, evil thoughts. Also, acid reflux, headaches...the usual fun stuff!
Best Moment of the Week: Was tonight. Cohen has this know-it-all problem, I have no idea where he gets it. Anyway, he's always into his sisters business, especially when she's in trouble. I keep telling him, "You don't have to worry about it Cohen." Well, tonight I heard Brett giving the girls a bath and getting upset with Chloe because of something. I hollered, "What happened?" And Cohen said, "Mom. You don't have to worry about it. Makes sense, huh?" I wanted to cry. He was right. Brett had control of the situation, and I didn't have to worry about it. I love that my six year old shares wisdom with me =)
This Weeks Thoughts: I'm having a bit of ennui. But I can't bring myself to leave the house. I'm always afraid I'll get stuck somewhere having contractions. I did go to lunch with Brett, and it was fun, minus Chloe and her new tantrum-throwing talents. Yikes, that girl has lungs. I'm super excited for this little guy though. I keep getting butterfly feelings in my tummy, and I just want to hold him already! 20 more weeks!
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