I don't want to post today.
I feel so at war with myself.
Happy.Sad.Excited.Nervous.Tired.Elated.Worried.Peaceful.Indecisive.Determined.Confused...and confused.
What a trip this life is.
Despite my warring emotions, I will make the effort to say that I am thankful for a good teacher for Jonz, a good pediatrician for Trooper, emotional twins and the spice they add to life, a superb husband, baby toys, trampolines, and the smell of grass in the spring.
Speaking of smells, last night I went out to take the trash to the street- the moon was shining brightly and the air smelled like pancakes. And though it was a little chilly, it was quite pleasant to be outside.
That's all from me. What are you thankful for today?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
Day late, dollar short
Whoops. Yesterday was Thursday and I didn't post.
As the Canadians say, "Sorry."
And so I pause on this Friday evening and declare my gratitude for ice cream.
Ice cream is made in heaven and gifted to us mortals.
It's good for the soul and I mourn for those who cannot digest dairy products who are unable to enjoy the frozen awesomeness.
Thank you, ice cream, for the many times you have softened life's hard knocks and made the normal wear and tear of daily living more enjoyable.
Tell me your favorite ice cream flavor- go!
As the Canadians say, "Sorry."
And so I pause on this Friday evening and declare my gratitude for ice cream.
Ice cream is made in heaven and gifted to us mortals.
It's good for the soul and I mourn for those who cannot digest dairy products who are unable to enjoy the frozen awesomeness.
Thank you, ice cream, for the many times you have softened life's hard knocks and made the normal wear and tear of daily living more enjoyable.
Tell me your favorite ice cream flavor- go!
Monday, April 15, 2013
It's gr8 to be eight!
This past Saturday our family went to a baptism- beautiful girl, beautiful day. Many, many wonderful moments were experienced.
Many, many that I have been pondering on all weekend.
One of which I will share here in the hopes of giving hope to moms of wild kids.
Before the actual baptism, a couple women I do not know spoke to the children about to be baptized. One spoke on baptism and one spoke on the Holy Ghost.
At some point during the second talk, I glanced over at my soon-to-be-eight year old and for some reason was struck by his behavior.
He was sitting still.
He was looking at the speaker.
He was making no noise.
And it hit me- "We have arrived! Hallelujah!"
Less than six years ago Bret and I were describing that trying to keep track of our oldest boy was like handling triplets.
He was everywhere, in everything, on everything, with noise constantly coming out of his mouth as he required his own percussion beat to his life.
That boy was perpetual motion personified.
The poor kid was constantly in trouble. "Jonz! Don't do that. Jonz! No. Stop. No. Jonz! You can't have that. No. That's not safe. Jonz! No. Get down. No. Joooooonz."
It was quite the challenge to find a way to say some positive things in between all those no's, pleas, and warnings.
He was a fire.cracker.
Teaching him to behave properly in different circumstances (particularly church) was a behemoth undertaking. The change was gradual and span the entirety of the past seven years.
At first Jonz spent entire Sacrament meetings screaming on Bret's lap in a separate classroom.
Then Jonz would spend Sacrament meetings walking back and forth between me and Bret, getting in his brothers' faces, beat boxing, sitting down, standing up, sitting, standing, sitting, standing, and every so often trying to sneak past Dad's knee or escape under the pew.
Then he was pounding on his brothers, beat boxing, standing, sitting, standing, sitting, standing, sitting...
Then he was poking his brothers, giggling quietly, standing, sitting, standing, sitting.
Then he was poking his brothers and swinging his feet into the pew.
Then he was occasionally punching a brother or swinging his feet, stopping quickly with a whispered, "Jonz," accompanied by a "look."
The change was so gradual that suddenly we were in the chapel on Saturday and I realized that I hadn't had to chide him. Not even once. We went inside, we sat down, and he behaved magnificently!
We. have. arriiiiiiived!
He still needs reminders sometimes and I suspect he will for years to come. He still runs everywhere while makes noises like a wounded, rampaging dragon. He is still an energetic boy through and through.
But he has finally gotten to the point that he can control himself without constant intervention from Bret or me.
There is hope, fellow moms of wild ones! The perseverance does pay off. They are learning, even when it takes ten million reminders. Take heart!
It is so much easier to have hope for all my boys now that I have seen it's possible with one of them.
Hal-le-lu-jah.
I am so proud of the young man my Jonz is becoming. He was once triplets, trying to break out of one little body and stretching my patience thirty feet past its limit. Now (though he still can stretch my patience) Jonz is my stalwart helper, an excellent example as an older brother, our goofy comic relief, a pleasant companion, and a joy to watch as he continues to learn and grow.
We're looking forward to our own baptism soon and I am so excited to see my son take that first step back to Heavenly Father.
Growing up is exciting:)
Many, many that I have been pondering on all weekend.
One of which I will share here in the hopes of giving hope to moms of wild kids.
Before the actual baptism, a couple women I do not know spoke to the children about to be baptized. One spoke on baptism and one spoke on the Holy Ghost.
At some point during the second talk, I glanced over at my soon-to-be-eight year old and for some reason was struck by his behavior.
He was sitting still.
He was looking at the speaker.
He was making no noise.
And it hit me- "We have arrived! Hallelujah!"
Less than six years ago Bret and I were describing that trying to keep track of our oldest boy was like handling triplets.
He was everywhere, in everything, on everything, with noise constantly coming out of his mouth as he required his own percussion beat to his life.
That boy was perpetual motion personified.
The poor kid was constantly in trouble. "Jonz! Don't do that. Jonz! No. Stop. No. Jonz! You can't have that. No. That's not safe. Jonz! No. Get down. No. Joooooonz."
It was quite the challenge to find a way to say some positive things in between all those no's, pleas, and warnings.
He was a fire.cracker.
Teaching him to behave properly in different circumstances (particularly church) was a behemoth undertaking. The change was gradual and span the entirety of the past seven years.
At first Jonz spent entire Sacrament meetings screaming on Bret's lap in a separate classroom.
Then Jonz would spend Sacrament meetings walking back and forth between me and Bret, getting in his brothers' faces, beat boxing, sitting down, standing up, sitting, standing, sitting, standing, and every so often trying to sneak past Dad's knee or escape under the pew.
Then he was pounding on his brothers, beat boxing, standing, sitting, standing, sitting, standing, sitting...
Then he was poking his brothers, giggling quietly, standing, sitting, standing, sitting.
Then he was poking his brothers and swinging his feet into the pew.
Then he was occasionally punching a brother or swinging his feet, stopping quickly with a whispered, "Jonz," accompanied by a "look."
The change was so gradual that suddenly we were in the chapel on Saturday and I realized that I hadn't had to chide him. Not even once. We went inside, we sat down, and he behaved magnificently!
We. have. arriiiiiiived!
He still needs reminders sometimes and I suspect he will for years to come. He still runs everywhere while makes noises like a wounded, rampaging dragon. He is still an energetic boy through and through.
But he has finally gotten to the point that he can control himself without constant intervention from Bret or me.
There is hope, fellow moms of wild ones! The perseverance does pay off. They are learning, even when it takes ten million reminders. Take heart!
It is so much easier to have hope for all my boys now that I have seen it's possible with one of them.
Hal-le-lu-jah.
I am so proud of the young man my Jonz is becoming. He was once triplets, trying to break out of one little body and stretching my patience thirty feet past its limit. Now (though he still can stretch my patience) Jonz is my stalwart helper, an excellent example as an older brother, our goofy comic relief, a pleasant companion, and a joy to watch as he continues to learn and grow.
We're looking forward to our own baptism soon and I am so excited to see my son take that first step back to Heavenly Father.
Growing up is exciting:)
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Vacation recovery
I wonder if anyone would be curious to read my first drafts...I'm quite the rambler. It's quite detailed rambling.
But I always go back and erase it all to be replaced with a sentence or two.
I suppose I'm a gabber at heart but a minimalist when it comes down to it.
And I think my body is in physical and emotional overload.
So today I am thankful for Bret, for my Trooper- the calm amidst the storm- and how the simple feeling of his head on my shoulder when he's sleeping while we rock together can make the world perfect again, for my incredibly enthusiastic boys and the fun we had playing together, for a good van that took us everywhere, and for new opportunities for Bret.
What are you thankful for today?
But I always go back and erase it all to be replaced with a sentence or two.
I suppose I'm a gabber at heart but a minimalist when it comes down to it.
And I think my body is in physical and emotional overload.
So today I am thankful for Bret, for my Trooper- the calm amidst the storm- and how the simple feeling of his head on my shoulder when he's sleeping while we rock together can make the world perfect again, for my incredibly enthusiastic boys and the fun we had playing together, for a good van that took us everywhere, and for new opportunities for Bret.
What are you thankful for today?
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Vindication!
I am thankful that tough times end.
Usually they don't end as quickly as I would like them to. And there are many tough things that won't end until I'm dead, but they will end.
I love that simple fact.
I don't like being in the trenches of a cruddy time, but I very much enjoy looking back at it from the end and all that brings- relief, gratitude, reassurance, sometimes pride (haHA, I did it!) and sometimes guilt (could have handled that better...), a little more wisdom, stronger faith, stronger bonds with those who were in it with me, etc. etc. etc.
What are you thankful for today?
Usually they don't end as quickly as I would like them to. And there are many tough things that won't end until I'm dead, but they will end.
I love that simple fact.
I don't like being in the trenches of a cruddy time, but I very much enjoy looking back at it from the end and all that brings- relief, gratitude, reassurance, sometimes pride (haHA, I did it!) and sometimes guilt (could have handled that better...), a little more wisdom, stronger faith, stronger bonds with those who were in it with me, etc. etc. etc.
What are you thankful for today?
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