...this morning, at about 4:30 am. Goose had recently thrown up and cried for water. Bret brought him a drink and cleaned up the mess in the bedroom (my husband is awesome!) and I cleaned up the mess on the boy.
After washing him off and changing his pajamas, I rocked with my son and let him take a few sips of water to rinse out his mouth. He was fine with the sips until I tried to put him back in his bed without his cup. He cried and argued for it. I said he couldn't have it in his bed because he would drink the whole thing and that would hurt his tummy.
"But I want my drink in my bed!" "You can't have your drink in your bed." "Whyyyyy?" "Because you'll drink the whole thing and hurt your tummy more." "Whyyyyyy?" "Because you just threw up and your stomach is sick." "WHYYY?!!!!" "I don't know why, I just know you can't drink." "But I want my drink in my bed!" "You can't have your drink in your bed."
And around and around we went. I was getting pretty frustrated as Goose got louder and I now added "please don't wake up your brothers" to my pleas. Suddenly he just laid down and stopped arguing. I laid down with him and rubbed his back for a few minutes.
Just as I was thinking he was asleep and I could slip back into my bed, he popped up and in a very awake voice said, "It's okay, Mom. I don't need my drink in my bed. It should stay in the laundry room."
What a moment:) I felt like laughing at 4:30 in the morning even after having cleaned up vomit and trying to persuade a three year old to trust me and be quiet. I loved his sweet voice saying, "It's okay, Mom." And why he said laundry room is beyond me and fairly funny. Perhaps he wasn't as awake as he sounded. Or maybe I wasn't...;)
I love my boys. And while I'm not a fan of being awake at 4:30 or anytime in the middle of the night, I do love the fleeting moments of one on one quiet time with whoever happened to wake up.
Have you had any moments lately that you'd like to share?
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
"There was a moment"
I've been having a rough couple weeks.
Not that life has gotten particularly harder, but my ability to handle life is not up to scratch lately. Hence, a rough couple weeks.
Last night between our couple's prayer together and my personal prayer, I was hit with a new idea. Oddly enough, a blogging idea. I had been reviewing the day and was trying to remember the special moments I'd had. Like when Al stared into my eyes for a second and smiled before running off again. Or when Bret and I were talking and how much better I automatically felt just admitting to my husband that I wasn't doing so great. Fleeting moments, yes, but sustaining and joyful moments. It occurred to me that I need to write these kind of moments down, that it would be helpful to my attitude, and that it might be helpful for other people's attitudes, too.
And so, please pass out the metaphorical cigars as we welcome the birth of, "There was a moment..."
There was a moment...is simply an opportunity for me (and you, if you like) to write down the moments that define life. To pause and remember what makes life special. To document and revel in the tender mercies God gives us.
There are no rules in writing "There was a moment..." posts. You don't have to wait until a certain day of the week. You don't have to write about a certain aspect of life; we're not limited to just motherhood, or just work, or just school, or just relationships, etc. etc. etc. Just write about the moments.
I would be very appreciative if you would share these moments posts with me, too. I've been seeing way to much unhappy junk lately. The news is downright depressing. I want to be reminded of the massive amounts of good in the world. Please share! If it only ends up that one or two people want to share, then we'll have our little elite group. If more interest is shown, maybe I'll do a weekly link up or something...we'll see how this goes, eh?
To jump start with a little inspiration, here's some quotes for you:
Not that life has gotten particularly harder, but my ability to handle life is not up to scratch lately. Hence, a rough couple weeks.
Last night between our couple's prayer together and my personal prayer, I was hit with a new idea. Oddly enough, a blogging idea. I had been reviewing the day and was trying to remember the special moments I'd had. Like when Al stared into my eyes for a second and smiled before running off again. Or when Bret and I were talking and how much better I automatically felt just admitting to my husband that I wasn't doing so great. Fleeting moments, yes, but sustaining and joyful moments. It occurred to me that I need to write these kind of moments down, that it would be helpful to my attitude, and that it might be helpful for other people's attitudes, too.
And so, please pass out the metaphorical cigars as we welcome the birth of, "There was a moment..."
There was a moment...is simply an opportunity for me (and you, if you like) to write down the moments that define life. To pause and remember what makes life special. To document and revel in the tender mercies God gives us.
There are no rules in writing "There was a moment..." posts. You don't have to wait until a certain day of the week. You don't have to write about a certain aspect of life; we're not limited to just motherhood, or just work, or just school, or just relationships, etc. etc. etc. Just write about the moments.
I would be very appreciative if you would share these moments posts with me, too. I've been seeing way to much unhappy junk lately. The news is downright depressing. I want to be reminded of the massive amounts of good in the world. Please share! If it only ends up that one or two people want to share, then we'll have our little elite group. If more interest is shown, maybe I'll do a weekly link up or something...we'll see how this goes, eh?
To jump start with a little inspiration, here's some quotes for you:
"Life is like an old-time rail journey—delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
Gordon B. Hinckley (emphasis added)
Gordon B. Hinckley (emphasis added)
"...recognize that the joy of motherhood comes in moments. There will be hard times and frustrating times. But amid the challenges, there are shining moments of joy and satisfaction."
M. Russel Ballard
M. Russel Ballard
What do you think? Will you join in and share the moments?
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Thankful Thursday
Today I am thankful for my in-laws who kicked me out of my house for two hours this morning! Twas a lovely chunk of quiet time for me.
I'm also thankful for the Ensign. The March issue arrived in my mailbox today! And right on the front is a picture of Jesus and the words, "He Can Heal Us, Every One," telling me there's something I'm going to love to read on page 44:) Followed by the teaser, "Preparing Youth to Defend the Family," on page 12! Youth my eye, I need that, too!
And finally, today I am thankful that two of my three children are potty trained. We are currently setting the "reset button" for the third one in the hopes that when we try again next week we will find more lasting results.
Happy Thursday! What are you thankful for today?
I'm also thankful for the Ensign. The March issue arrived in my mailbox today! And right on the front is a picture of Jesus and the words, "He Can Heal Us, Every One," telling me there's something I'm going to love to read on page 44:) Followed by the teaser, "Preparing Youth to Defend the Family," on page 12! Youth my eye, I need that, too!
And finally, today I am thankful that two of my three children are potty trained. We are currently setting the "reset button" for the third one in the hopes that when we try again next week we will find more lasting results.
Happy Thursday! What are you thankful for today?
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
When there's love at home
Chocolate on my Cranium is doing a Wordfull Wednesday about: Beauty.
First thing that popped into my mind was the gorgeous mountains outside and how amazing they looked all day; first with a clear blue sky and bright morning sunshine, then shadowed with lots of fluffy clouds in the afternoon, and now glowing yet a bit hazy with the cloud cover and beginnings of a sunset.
I love living within view of the mountains.
But when I read the second to last sentence in Cocoa's post, "What comes to mind when you think of BEAUTY?" the hymn, "Love at Home" started playing in my head. The very first line in that hymn is, "There is beauty all around when there's love at home."
How I love that hymn (Oh come on, I love most of the hymns:)). Such a simple, heart piercing truth. How beautiful life is when there's love and harmony at home!
The value of home and hearth seems to be continually diminishing in this part of the world and many parts of the world. Consequently, people are much less happy and see much less beauty in the world around them.
I'm a big proponent of home. It all starts at home. It's amazing how wonderful the world looks and feels when everyone in my home is happy with everyone else.
When the boys aren't screaming about whose turn it is to play with a toy, sitting on each other, blatantly disobeying me and are instead giving me smiles, sharing with and helping each other, and singing silly songs as they pretend I see so much beauty. The sun shines brighter, eyes shine brighter, colors are more vibrant, I notice the birds singing outside, a smile lifts me, and I can take on the world.
There is so much beauty around us! Having a loving home makes it all the more beautiful.
If everyone tried just a little harder to do what they personally can to make their home a more loving place, think what a positive impact on the whole world that would be.
How beautiful:)
First thing that popped into my mind was the gorgeous mountains outside and how amazing they looked all day; first with a clear blue sky and bright morning sunshine, then shadowed with lots of fluffy clouds in the afternoon, and now glowing yet a bit hazy with the cloud cover and beginnings of a sunset.
I love living within view of the mountains.
But when I read the second to last sentence in Cocoa's post, "What comes to mind when you think of BEAUTY?" the hymn, "Love at Home" started playing in my head. The very first line in that hymn is, "There is beauty all around when there's love at home."
How I love that hymn (Oh come on, I love most of the hymns:)). Such a simple, heart piercing truth. How beautiful life is when there's love and harmony at home!
The value of home and hearth seems to be continually diminishing in this part of the world and many parts of the world. Consequently, people are much less happy and see much less beauty in the world around them.
I'm a big proponent of home. It all starts at home. It's amazing how wonderful the world looks and feels when everyone in my home is happy with everyone else.
When the boys aren't screaming about whose turn it is to play with a toy, sitting on each other, blatantly disobeying me and are instead giving me smiles, sharing with and helping each other, and singing silly songs as they pretend I see so much beauty. The sun shines brighter, eyes shine brighter, colors are more vibrant, I notice the birds singing outside, a smile lifts me, and I can take on the world.
There is so much beauty around us! Having a loving home makes it all the more beautiful.
If everyone tried just a little harder to do what they personally can to make their home a more loving place, think what a positive impact on the whole world that would be.
How beautiful:)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Made whole
Late last Friday night, Bret called me over to the window to see the amazing, moonlit view. I had already removed my glasses for bed and was too lazy to walk to the other side of the room to put them back on. So Bret offered me his.
I put them on and...nothing. His glasses made the large blurs of light into medium blurs of light and that was it.
I felt crushed. Seriously, it felt like the wind was momentarily knocked out of me. I feel like crying just remembering it. Then again, I've been a bit teary the last few days already. Dumb hormone shifts.
I forget how awful my vision is. Not because I don't notice the stark difference between my bare eyes versus my eyes with glasses or contacts in front of them. But because I forget that other people don't see like I do. I get fairly jealous of other people and their vision. I don't remember what it's like to see clearly without anything on my face or in my eyes. Quite the bummer, if you ask me.
It's times like these that I have to focus on what I do have going for my eyes.
I live in a day and age when having bad vision is correctable.
I have the means to own glasses and contacts specifically prescribed for my eyes.
My eyes do still work, with the proper help.
Colors are just as vibrant for me as anyone else (at least, I think they are...).
A few years ago, I had a conversation with three year old Jonz about this very subject. While putting my contacts in one morning, Jonzy asked what I was doing. I said, "I'm putting my eyes in." Of course, this was right in the middle of the "why" phase so I gave further explanation (as simple as I could make it given the particular audience) that my eyes are broken and those little pieces of plastic helped my eyes to see better. I needed to put them on my eyes so I could see.
Upon hearing that Mommy's eyes were broken he was a little unnerved. So I went on to say that it was okay that my eyes are broken. Because of Jesus they wouldn't be broken forever. When I was resurrected I'd have perfect eyes again.
He doesn't remember that conversation. But every time I start to get a bit down because I can't see without help, those few moments with my son pop back into my head. I remember how great it felt sharing such things with my son and how it was true then and it's true now.
I'll have whole eyes and perfect vision again.
Just another awesome part of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. What an amazing plan:)
I put them on and...nothing. His glasses made the large blurs of light into medium blurs of light and that was it.
I felt crushed. Seriously, it felt like the wind was momentarily knocked out of me. I feel like crying just remembering it. Then again, I've been a bit teary the last few days already. Dumb hormone shifts.
I forget how awful my vision is. Not because I don't notice the stark difference between my bare eyes versus my eyes with glasses or contacts in front of them. But because I forget that other people don't see like I do. I get fairly jealous of other people and their vision. I don't remember what it's like to see clearly without anything on my face or in my eyes. Quite the bummer, if you ask me.
It's times like these that I have to focus on what I do have going for my eyes.
I live in a day and age when having bad vision is correctable.
I have the means to own glasses and contacts specifically prescribed for my eyes.
My eyes do still work, with the proper help.
Colors are just as vibrant for me as anyone else (at least, I think they are...).
A few years ago, I had a conversation with three year old Jonz about this very subject. While putting my contacts in one morning, Jonzy asked what I was doing. I said, "I'm putting my eyes in." Of course, this was right in the middle of the "why" phase so I gave further explanation (as simple as I could make it given the particular audience) that my eyes are broken and those little pieces of plastic helped my eyes to see better. I needed to put them on my eyes so I could see.
Upon hearing that Mommy's eyes were broken he was a little unnerved. So I went on to say that it was okay that my eyes are broken. Because of Jesus they wouldn't be broken forever. When I was resurrected I'd have perfect eyes again.
He doesn't remember that conversation. But every time I start to get a bit down because I can't see without help, those few moments with my son pop back into my head. I remember how great it felt sharing such things with my son and how it was true then and it's true now.
I'll have whole eyes and perfect vision again.
Just another awesome part of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. What an amazing plan:)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Irony
Things I am finding ironic today:
The Iowa State Wrestling To-Do of 2011.
Girl competing in boys wrestling. Boy feels it inappropriate to engage a girl in such a way. He defaults to hold to his beliefs and not wrestle her. He publishes statement commending girl and explaining why he defaulted. She (technically, her father) issues a statement respecting the boy for doing what he believes is right; this obviously isn't the first time girl or father have faced this issue.
Respect all around, right? Nope. Certainly respect has been shown between girl (technically, girl's father) and boy. But the internet masses? Calling foul, sexism, inequality, lack of fair competition and recognition for achievements, name-calling etc. etc. etc.
Seriously, people? Let's take a clue from the ones who are actually involved.
Wisconsin. Unions. Budget.
Teachers walk off the job. Not striking. Just not working. Many students rejoicing in the free time. Many parents tearing their hair out because they can't go to work when the kids aren't in school.
If you really want my respect teacher's unions, encourage your members to do their jobs. Wait. That won't earn my respect either. For the teachers, certainly, but not the unions.
Teachers want respect for their work, but they're not working...ironic.
P.S. I love teachers. Most work harder than many, with little appreciation and too much stress and responsibility put on them that belongs to parents.
P.P.S. I don't love unions. Damaging to the system and the individual, I say. Not to mention, most are extremely corrupt.
Planned Parenthood voted to be de-funded by the US House of Reps. (HOORAY! Except odds of passing the Senate and President's desk are almost nil so I don't know why PP supporters are worried.)
This of course, spawns abortion debates across the internet world. Which brings to the forefront of my mind something that has long confused me.
Many who are pro-choice will go to great lengths to tug on my heartstrings of the horribly awful things some women face and that society shouldn't judge them or take away their right to choose an abortion. The compassion they show for these women is admirable. But where is the compassion for the one whose life is being taken away???? I don't understand how someone can show so much love and compassion for someone who is suffering and zero love or compassion for the child inside her.
P.S. I think PP is evil and they don't have women's best interest and health at heart as they say. If they did, and they didn't preform abortions I would be a big supporter. But they're corrupt and hypocritical and I say- good riddance (even though they're not going anywhere; like lack of federal money will stop them:/).
Isn't it ironic?
The Iowa State Wrestling To-Do of 2011.
Girl competing in boys wrestling. Boy feels it inappropriate to engage a girl in such a way. He defaults to hold to his beliefs and not wrestle her. He publishes statement commending girl and explaining why he defaulted. She (technically, her father) issues a statement respecting the boy for doing what he believes is right; this obviously isn't the first time girl or father have faced this issue.
Respect all around, right? Nope. Certainly respect has been shown between girl (technically, girl's father) and boy. But the internet masses? Calling foul, sexism, inequality, lack of fair competition and recognition for achievements, name-calling etc. etc. etc.
Seriously, people? Let's take a clue from the ones who are actually involved.
Wisconsin. Unions. Budget.
Teachers walk off the job. Not striking. Just not working. Many students rejoicing in the free time. Many parents tearing their hair out because they can't go to work when the kids aren't in school.
If you really want my respect teacher's unions, encourage your members to do their jobs. Wait. That won't earn my respect either. For the teachers, certainly, but not the unions.
Teachers want respect for their work, but they're not working...ironic.
P.S. I love teachers. Most work harder than many, with little appreciation and too much stress and responsibility put on them that belongs to parents.
P.P.S. I don't love unions. Damaging to the system and the individual, I say. Not to mention, most are extremely corrupt.
Planned Parenthood voted to be de-funded by the US House of Reps. (HOORAY! Except odds of passing the Senate and President's desk are almost nil so I don't know why PP supporters are worried.)
This of course, spawns abortion debates across the internet world. Which brings to the forefront of my mind something that has long confused me.
Many who are pro-choice will go to great lengths to tug on my heartstrings of the horribly awful things some women face and that society shouldn't judge them or take away their right to choose an abortion. The compassion they show for these women is admirable. But where is the compassion for the one whose life is being taken away???? I don't understand how someone can show so much love and compassion for someone who is suffering and zero love or compassion for the child inside her.
P.S. I think PP is evil and they don't have women's best interest and health at heart as they say. If they did, and they didn't preform abortions I would be a big supporter. But they're corrupt and hypocritical and I say- good riddance (even though they're not going anywhere; like lack of federal money will stop them:/).
Isn't it ironic?
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Thankful Thursday
I'm tired.
(I know. "We know, Lindsey. Drop it already.")
Point being: the brain and I are not getting along in writing out a lovely, inspirational gratitude post tonight.
It's been a fun day. Co-Op. Sunshine. Fairly smooth errand-running. A successful trip to the library. A quiet evening at home (until Goose broke down from exhaustion). It's been a nice day.
And for that I am thankful:)
What are you thankful for today?
(I know. "We know, Lindsey. Drop it already.")
Point being: the brain and I are not getting along in writing out a lovely, inspirational gratitude post tonight.
It's been a fun day. Co-Op. Sunshine. Fairly smooth errand-running. A successful trip to the library. A quiet evening at home (until Goose broke down from exhaustion). It's been a nice day.
And for that I am thankful:)
What are you thankful for today?
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