Breakfast in bed

My husband has been telling me that I let our youngest get away with too much. I have passed it off as that he doesn't understand girls. Which to some extent is true, but unfortunately for me on the last battle he may have won. All of our kids get a drink before bed and then get sent to bed. All of them try to push it each night. I got the job of tucking kids in to bed tonight. So when Brie said she wanted a drink in bed, but said that she would get to her bed sooner, I conceded and thought nothing of it. So she gets a drink in bed, and I absentmindedly put the cup on her dresser so I can kiss and tuck her and Ali into bed. I wish them sweet dreams and turn out the light and leave the room. I'm off to tuck Trev in, that goes smoothly until I go to start turning out extra lights in the house. I hear Brie shouting something at the top of her lungs. Crap! She obviously wants something. Probably forgot one of her stuffed animals she wanted out in the living room. So I go back in, and ask her what she wants me to get her to get her to go to sleep. She says very perfunctorily "I want breakfast in bed!" hmm....so many reasons why this is not possible. I thought I would divert the question, give her stuffed snake and tell her it's name is "Breakfast in bed". She looked at me smiled and then laughed. "No mom, I want breakfast in bed". "Brie, you can't have breakfast in bed, because first of all we don't eat food in our beds."-me "Then I want soup like Trevy in bed"- Brie. "No! Sweety like I said before we don't eat food in our beds, we eat food at the table and you already had dinner. What other stuffed animal would like to sleep with?"-me "I want doll food in bed!"-Brie. Fine! So maybe I do give in too much because her doll food she got for Christmas is sitting at the very end of her bed and told her should could play with it in the morning.
PS my husband says he's thinking about a blog titled "in defense of the accusations my wife lays against me"

Counting blessings instead of sheep

I guess I just want vent. I'm not sure vent is the right word. Maybe share the some of the situations going on in my life right now. There is a lot going on in my life right now. I won't say everything that is going on, but some of the ones that I need to let out for me to deal with the ones that I won't. On Monday I get a call at work and find out Great Grandma Thacker has had a stroke. GG Thacker is in he early 70's if I remember right. Her personality is one of constantly moving nature. She is very stubborn. She is a very talented and caring woman who I care for dearly. Because of weather issues, and watching kids, and maybe a little fear of what I will fully come to realize when I do, I haven't been able to go see her yet. My husband and my kids have seen her, and she is doing better, but I hear that she is getting frustrated that she can't go home yet. At this moment I think of my own Grandma Miller and realize that the situation is similar on why she can't go to her home. These are two women that I know are very stubborn and strong willed and independent. I can only imagine the their feelings, because I know I am very much the same way. My heart breaks for them.
Last night my mom called to let me know that my Uncle Jerry passed away from a heart attack. Given I wasn't really close to him and I don't know as much as I should about him. The few memories I have of him were from the two times they came to Utah to visit, and the one time we went there for a missionary farewell for one his sons. I remember him driving me with Amanda to the distrubution center and explaining that it was hard to get lost in Salt Lake City because our roads were designed in a grid system, and them him turning down a road that didn't follow the system and getting a little lost, and him quietly saying that this was not the way the roads were originally designed. (I'm laughing right now looking back on this) I remember that he is how I first heard about Dune (for those of you who don't know what that is, it is a sci-fi book series and movie, which I have read and seen as an adult) I know he worked at a jail for a large part of his life. I also know that he at one point was trying to help take care of his mother for one reason or another. I know he had brown hair and glasses. I know that he will be missed a lot by his family.
Despite, or because of all of this I know that my life is extremely blessed. We've had secret helpers and some not so secret helpers with Christmas this year, which is comforting because I want my kids to have happy Christmas. My sons asthma has been in good control this last month, which is hard this time of year. I've pretty much eliminated the sippy cup in our house, which in turn has increased Brie's food consumption of healthier foods. Ali lost her front tooth on Tuesday or Wednesday after wiggling it for at least a half hour straight. She has been working on the other front tooth that is almost loose so that she can sing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth". I have gotten more snuggle time with every one of my kids this week than I have in a long time and I've relished it. If you ask what my favorite Christmas movie of all time it would be White Christmas. It's not just because its a fun movie to watch, but the basics behind it. I can't help but think of the song about counting blessings instead of sheep when you can't sleep. So today I have counted my blessings. I know there are so many more that I haven't counted or haven't even realized right now, regardless I am grateful.
For the few people who read my blog (mostly family) I wish you a Happy Christmas, one filled with the true meaning of Christmas.

Rudolph

Apparently there is a reindeer in my house. It's now faded to a light pink, but all the same she was having fun. Also as a side note, on top of the mark you also see on her hand, there is also a blue one her leg. I'm just glad I got her to the kitchen table, so the marks were contained to her and the old calendar.

Reflections & Lemon juice

So my huge thing to blog about right now is that Ali won an honorable mention on her reflections poem today!!! There were over 150 entries from her school alone this year, so I take honorable mention very seriously! :) Not to mention the fact that a kid who made a model out of paper and sticks of a space shuttle about 4 feet long, also only got an honorable mention.... Any ways.

Now for the lemon juice. As those of you who know me well, and know my kids pretty well, know that the younger two have a tendency to have weak stomachs, which will cause them to vomit repeatedly till the offender is completely out of their system. (I wonder....there also the two with food allergies.....association maybe?) For that reason of spontaneous vomiting that will occasionally occur in my home I try to keep things like Poweraid (sorry not a Gatorade fan) in my home. I happened to have one left in the fridge, that a child here has some how opened and started drinking with out me being aware. So noticing today that it was opened, figured I might as well let them all have whats left. I split it up in a few glasses for each of the three to have some. There wasn't much left, so Brie after having finished hers found a large bottle of lemon juice in my fridge and insisted that she wanted some. Trev soon decided that he wanted to try some too. So each of them got about 1/2 teaspoonful of lemon juice. Both of them insisted that they liked and wanted it more, despite the extreme puckers on both of their faces that made them contort their bodies. Now I'm going to have to watch the level of the lemon juice apparently in the fridge too.