This post is almost too embarrassing to write, but it is so funny, it must be recorded. On Friday night, Tyler went with the Boy Scouts to "Camp Klondike." I think the name says it all. He shivered so much in the unheated cabin that he was exhausted when he got home at about 3:00pm on Saturday. I needed to take the girls to "World Thinking Day" for Girl Scouts at 4:30pm. I decided to put in a movie for Oliver when I left, thinking it would give Tyler time for a nap before they ate dinner. We came home at about 8:30pm that night. Oliver greeted us at the door and all seemed fine. Until we came into the kitchen.
Apparently Tyler had fallen asleep and never woken up. Oliver decided to fix dinner himself. Here is what he ate:
One large plate of uncooked macaroni, sprinkled liberally with dry Dream Whip mix.
One box of frozen waffles, one bite out of each waffle, sprinkled with dry Dream Whip mix.
Oatmeal that he had prepared with Megan's water bowl (we know this because he told me).
Very ingenious, we thought. Amazing how resourceful a 2 year old can be, left to his own devices.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
It's not all bad!
On a happier note... I ran this morning for the first time in 7 months (my foot stopped hurting). Yes, I was slow (I think I was running a 12 minute mile), but it was so fun to just get out there and do it! I'm not sure if I will ever run a marathon again, right now I am just concentrating on not getting injured again... but it was fantastic.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Why I am so sad...
I'm a lot more sad than I thought I would be. Does that seem like a silly thing to say? In the past, when I heard about people having a miscarriage, I always thought it was sad, kind of like how you feel when you are a child and your kitten runs away (and I apologize for that). I always thought it was TRULY sad when people miscarried late in their pregnancy, but in the first 3 months? It's not a baby... it's a hope, it's a dream, it's a plan. But now, having experienced it... it is SAD.
It is so sad to look at a screen and not see a tiny heartbeat and have the guy talk about every other part of your anatomy... but not the baby. It is so sad to walk into the maternity ward, where you have such wonderful memories of having your last baby, and know that it isn't going to happen this time. It is so sad to wake up and still feel bloated and nauseated and "pregnant," and know that, not only are you not pregnant now... the whole last 7 weeks of feeling yucky were for nothing. And it is so sad to have everyone talk about "next time" when you don't even know if you should plan on a "next time." I really wish I could know the "why" of it all... but the only "good" thing right now is, I'm hugging my three little sillies a lot more these days and wishing they hadn't grown up so fast.
It is so sad to look at a screen and not see a tiny heartbeat and have the guy talk about every other part of your anatomy... but not the baby. It is so sad to walk into the maternity ward, where you have such wonderful memories of having your last baby, and know that it isn't going to happen this time. It is so sad to wake up and still feel bloated and nauseated and "pregnant," and know that, not only are you not pregnant now... the whole last 7 weeks of feeling yucky were for nothing. And it is so sad to have everyone talk about "next time" when you don't even know if you should plan on a "next time." I really wish I could know the "why" of it all... but the only "good" thing right now is, I'm hugging my three little sillies a lot more these days and wishing they hadn't grown up so fast.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Quotes of the Day
The other day, in the car, Emmaline threw something to Savannah. Oliver looked over and said, "Ine, that's not a football." Funny to us because, other than soccer, we are not the most athletic family.
Living without Regret
I'm sorry I've been such a slacking blogger. I really enjoy reading all the other blogs out there and need to make a better effort!
On Monday night, for Family Home Evening, we did our lesson on the story in the Friend, "Live without Regret." It was written by President Hinkley's son who remembers his father often saying, in family prayer, "Heavenly Father, please bless us that we may live without regret." I loved that thought because I remember Mama telling me (in the one conversation we had about death) "I have lived my life without regrets."
Little did we know the horror taking place just 2 miles from our house as we had Family Home Evening. An 18 year old boy entered Trolley Square Mall and killed 5 people and injured 4 others before he was killed by an off-duty police officer.
Tyler made the comment that it wouldn't take many of these incidents before the way we live was really affected. I have thought a lot about that because I think our world will continue to increase in violence. Emmaline has been very concerned about it and asked me several times what we would have done, had we been there, and what would have happened to us. I think I know the answer to that. We have to live our lives without regret.
On Monday night, for Family Home Evening, we did our lesson on the story in the Friend, "Live without Regret." It was written by President Hinkley's son who remembers his father often saying, in family prayer, "Heavenly Father, please bless us that we may live without regret." I loved that thought because I remember Mama telling me (in the one conversation we had about death) "I have lived my life without regrets."
Little did we know the horror taking place just 2 miles from our house as we had Family Home Evening. An 18 year old boy entered Trolley Square Mall and killed 5 people and injured 4 others before he was killed by an off-duty police officer.
Tyler made the comment that it wouldn't take many of these incidents before the way we live was really affected. I have thought a lot about that because I think our world will continue to increase in violence. Emmaline has been very concerned about it and asked me several times what we would have done, had we been there, and what would have happened to us. I think I know the answer to that. We have to live our lives without regret.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Being a "Cookie Mom"
They couldn't find anyone to be the "Cookie Mom" for Savannah and Emmaline's troop... and you know me, I couldn't say "No." Now I know why no one else volunteered. Have you ever tried to check the math for a 9 year old girl who has sold 603 boxes of cookies? And there are 19 girls in the troop (luckily some of them were much less motivated to sell). Emmaline and Savannah were not able to sell the 1,000 boxes each that they had hoped (they are trying to earn enough for horse camp), but I am looking at the 180 boxes they did sell and dreading March. The only problem is, I have learned so much this year, I think I HAVE to do it again next year because it will be so much easier! For one thing, I'm putting a huge sticker at the top with the prices of mutiple boxes (2 boxes= $7.00, etc.). Lucky I love Girl Scout Cookies so much or this would not be worth it!
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