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.

Muddy kids in November!!!

To be completely honest it is my own fault. I was the one who didn't turn the wheel barrow upside down back when I knew it would be raining. My kids wanted to go outside, so I let them, and went out back with them. I thought they were just going to play on the swing set while I pulled a few new emerged weeds.(Yes I did find new weeds in November.) My youngest discovered the wheel barrow with all of the rain water in it and showed my son, who said "Oh, look a pond." Pond..... I guess since they first added dirt from underneath the deck and rocks into it first, that could be a semi-accurate description. I didn't worry thinking there hands might get a little cold and I would pull the plug on it shortly anyways, why not let them have some fun. Ali, being a true girl, and a truly good kid, warned me what they were doing, and when I said not to worry about it, left it at that but refused to get herself dirty like her younger siblings. Ali even started helping me pull weeds until she said it was hurting her hands. Next thing I know I hear water flowing, and Brie giggling and Trev belly laughing. Apparently Trev and Brie decided that it was time to expand the size of the pond by pouring the water out on to the dry dirt around it. Brie was in direct path of the water, but she only backed up long enough for the whole contents to make a huge muddy pond which she and Trev decided to jump in. And Jump in. And JUMP in. I'm not sure where the shoes start and the mud ends that are the 4 lumps sitting on the deck right now. (I put their clothes, jackets, some of my clothes, in the wash first to get the mud off) I'm still trying to figure out how Brie got sooo much mud in her hair. And I had to run the bath water twice to get the mud off of both of them. To be honest, I don't regret letting them do it. I can't believe how much fun they had! With as much as they were both at each others throats today it was the one time they had fun in common and got along, even in the tub. So beware if you are ever around my kids and mud.... :)

What are you doing right now? Watching Fringe, and updating my blog...

Are you named after anyone? Yes and no....My grandma kind of named, but Carolyn was my moms best friend for most of her life.

Whats your living arrangements? I live with my husband & 3 kids

What is the compliment you get from most people? Mostly hair....10 years ago I got butt too.

Are you a daredevil? Can't say that I ever have been or will be

Number of sweat pants you own? Um...2 but I haven't worn since my youngest was 1.

Can you sing? Yeah, but any one can

Do you sleep with stuffed animals? If you call the snoring thing thats laying in bed right now a stuffed animal, then the answer is yes.

Do you like to play with fire? Play no...but I do like watching a controlled fire....like when camping or a fireplace.

Do you consider marijuana a drug? Yes...for many reasons.

What does your dresser look like? Um....old

What color is the carpet in the room your in right now? beige

Whats the biggest thing you want? A colledge degree, that would get me a better paying job!

What all did you eat today? Bowl of cereal, salad, hamburger, onion rings..oh and one sugar cookie at work.

What age do you want to get married at? I got married a month away from turning 19...I wouldn't suggest it! :)

Whats your screen saver? it just blinks off....

Do you like to do puzzles? Yes and so do my kids

Do you think someone is talking smack about you behind your back? Probably...but owell lifes too short

How long have you lived in the house you live in now? 6 years

First movie you ever saw at the theatre?Um I don't know...

What's your normal bedtime? Any where from 10 to midnight.

Do your pets sleep with you?I don't sleep with fish!

Name an annoying actor or actress? Um...most of the stuck up ones?!

Who was your best friend in the 5th grade? hmmm....Heather, Heather, Krissy, and Meghan, oh and Elisa too...

Are you superstitious? I don't know.

What is your favorite day of the week? Used to be Friday...now its Sunday!

Are you into politics? Not particullary...some issues I'll definitely take a stand on, but most I don't know enough about.

Do you enjoy thunderstorms?YES!!!

Do you consider yourself a leader or a follower? Little bit of both...

What is your position at your job? I'm 3rd from the last hired....so kind of still proving stage

Do you have any famous ancestors that you are aware of? I'd have to ask my Uncle Arnold! Or my Grandpa (other side of the family)

Do you believe that the Confederate Flag is racist? I think the thought behind it of inequality yes, is racist. An object only holds what people assign to it.

What astrological sign are you? Leo

What genre of music do you prefer to listen to? Depends on my mood...Things like Parramore when I'm a little pissed.... Mostly mellow stuff though.

What’s your favorite college basketball team? Um...on grounds of incrimanation and the fact that I don't have one....I'll say none of the above?

Do you like family get-togethers? Most of the time....sometimes I need a break...too many or seeing the same people too often can cause for nerves being gotten on. :)

Have you ever dated your best friend’s sibling? No

Do you have a mean grandma? I wouldn't say mean...I would say demanding. She is still rather sweet when she wants to be though.

What brand of shampoo and conditioner do you use? Suave....I can't justify more expensive

Which Gatorade is your favorite? Nope...Poweraid caloree free Strawberry!

Have you ever eaten dog food? NO!

Tag to those who have nothing better to say....like I didn't tonight! Thanks Heather!!!

Is there something in the air?

Why is it that kids typically gang up and act out at the same time? I literally think I looked like I was juggling Brie today during sacrament meeting. We sat on the very back row, by where the partition opens....bad choice!!!!!!! She decided to see what would happen if she moved the handle.... After removing her from the situation, I counted backwards and forwards from 1 to 10, 10 to 1 and proceeded to try and keep her from distracting any one else after that. Not a successful week for us. She decided to pat the guys hand in the bench 2 feet in front of us to say "hi", she kept insisting on trying to lay down and pushing her feet into the little boy in another family sitting next to us. Tried crawling on the floor, and because it was a walk way right in front of us she also thought she could spread out like a baby and take the coloring book with her and block the walk way. After removing her from this small hindrances to those around us, she makes herself go limp, and curls her legs from underneath her, so every time I go to pull her up on my lap she will bring my skirt up with her. *I'm putting my head down and shaking it* I don't think any one caught sight of anything above my knee...at least I'm praying no one did, for every ones sake. She can be soo cute, and yet so entirely obnoxious! So some how I make it through sacrament meeting with out pulling all of my hair out or hers for that matter. So since were "potty training" *eye roll* I take her down to the bathroom to try and then she decides she's going to run all the way back to nursery, which mind you is on the opposite end of the building...both times I take her to try...which was fruitless. At least the ladies in the library got a kick out of me trying to catch her both times, whispering the whole way, "Brie! Brie! We don't run in the church!"
On a lighter note, she kept saying she was going to play ball underneath the kitchen table during dinner. Imagination is not in short supply in our house!!! If you need some we have some to spare!

I'm waiting for some place warm to freeze over.

Ok, to put it bluntly, I'm taken back by what help I've been getting lately. I have a bad head cold that wakes me up at night, blow my nose or wipe it depending on what stage of night I'm at, scare the kids silly every time I blow, can't hear me because my voice is gone most of the time head cold. I would not wish any one a bad head cold. You'd really really have to piss me off for me even to consider it, and considering I didn't really understand what pissed off really was till I got married that says a lot! (even my husband agrees to that statement:) So my husband has cooked the last two dinners...stir fry the first night, and homemade hamburgers and french fry's tonight. He's offered to let me sleep in the past two mornings that I've been off work. This is not saying that I didn't know it was in him...I did, I'm just appreciating it more right now. So I'm waiting for some place warm to start getting really cold or I'm going to wake up, because it's been a while. If it's a dream, I think I'll sleep longer. :)

An update on the potty training. We decided to try bribery with Brie. Every time she uses the potty for the true purpose, we'll give her a treat. So this works for part of the day. One problem. I've tucked her in bed, and I hear her say after she's been quiet for a good 5 minutes. "Mom! I want a treat!" *argh* So now she thinks things that she has to do, because she has to, she gets a treat for. (No I didn't give her a treat! It was slightly tempting for a minute...)

Streaker

I have been attempting to potty train my 3 year old. *sigh* So you think most of the time I'm glad when she tells me she needs to go "potty". Truth be said, I am most of the time. We made it once at church today, and she did number 2 in the toilet twice today, so I have to say she is making progress! So tonight we had dinner at my in laws, and she tells me that she needs to go "potty", I rush her in, she does her business great, and we wash up and go back out. So right before we leave to go home we get all three kids in P.J.'s and while I get her undressed, she immediately books it away from me once she is stark naked. I tackled her down and she immediately starts to giggle then starts saying frantically "I need to go potty", so I let her go and she runs to the bathroom. Little did I know that she would lock the door behind her with me on the outside while she went "potty". So I finally convince her to turn the handle and let me in to help her wash her hands (I had already heard her flush the toilet). After were done washing hands, she runs out of the bathroom giggling while I try and chase after her telling her she needs to get a pull-up on, when my father in law notices that she has toilet paper stuck in her cheeks. *sigh* So I chase after her again, and take care of that situation back in the bathroom, and then it took 4 of us after that to be able to keep her tackled long enough to get pull-up and P.J.'s on. She protested right before we zipped up her sleeper that she didn't get to put them on by herself. *pause* Life with her is going to always be interesting!

Directions

So my sister in law got married yesterday. She is a sweet heart and I wish her the best. I realized after all is said and done it is in their hands. Just like I'm sure many people said when I got married.
The reason for the title is...well quite simply why is it so hard to find the Timpanogos temple!!! We called on the way down there to Vegetarian Vampire, who got married there to ask for directions, who informed me even they got lost going there. So here I am kind of hopless, despite the fact that VV has access to a computer and was the biggest sweet heart and gave us turn by turn directions on how to get there. So, here is a public thank you to her and her sweetness!

Also, as a side note, I would not suggest getting light colored dresses for your flower girls, to any one that is getting married soon or later. Ali's dress already has a spot on it I'm worried about. She looked beautiful, but that was a night to try and keep her from getting anything on it!

white knuckle grip

Tagged!?!

Thanks Surrounded by seamonkeys... :)
A) Four places I go over and over:
1. Work, either location
2. Kids school, thank goodness for all day kindergarten or it would be a whole lot more often. 3. Church, at least on sundays
4. The cleaning supplys under my sink, for cleaning.:)
(B) Four people who e-mail me regularly:
1. Spammers
2.My dad, if you include forwards. (I still like them, because their from my dad.)
3. Fast web...its a scholarship search engine.
4. My sisters when they can't get a hold of me any other way...can't imagine why they couldn't get a hold of me.....:P
(C) Four of my favourite places to eat:
1. Rumbi
2. Olive Garden...it's where my husband and I had our first date, so more than anything it's sentimental.
3. Family's when I don't have to cook. :)
4. Sam Pan
(D) Four places you'd rather be:
1. A nice beach in California
2. A movie theater watching a good movie
3. In a really good book, where I can shut out everything else with a few sentences of reading.
4. A good tourist vacation any where.
(E) Four TV shows I could watch over and over:
1.Big Bang Theory
2. Scrubs
3. Heros
4. Star Trek...reminds me of staying up way to late watching them with my brother.
(F) Four people I think will respond:
1. Um...Surrounded by Sea Monkeys, but she tagged me.
2. Wendy?
3. Heather?.
4. Leslie?
I obviously don't have much of a following....owell. It doesn't bother me. I consider this an emotional out let anyways. :)

Strawberry sugar cookies

I decided that I would post recipes when I have nothing better to say. So here is my recipe for Strawberry sugar cookies (my husband says that they are strawberry jello cookies and won't stop saying so till I note it.), or any other desired flavor of sugar cookies you might thing you want to try.

Ingredients
1/2 cup margarine 1/2 cup butter 3 eggs 1 cup sugar
1(3oz) package of gelatin(Desired flavor for cookies)
3 cups flour 1 tsp baking powder 1/2 tsp salt

Cream margarine, butter, sugar and gelatin until light and fluffy. Add eggs one at a time, beat thoroughly. Add Dry ingredients and mix. Chill several hours in fridge. Roll 1/2 dough at a time, into 1/4 inch thick, and cut into desired cookie cutter shapes. Bake on ungreased cookie sheet at 375 for about 8 minutes, cool and then decorate or eat plain.

Note, I have used other combinations for butter/margarine/shortening. Any combination seems to have worked so far. Raspberry is a good strong flavor, as well as orange as well. I've done Lime flavored, and I liked it, but the rest of my family didn't care as much for it.
So enjoy the recipe, and take it or leave it. Recipes to look forward too, when I have nothing better to say....Banana bread, Bread maker rolls, Homemade chocolate cake. Mostly the stuff people will actually request me to make. :)

My husband says that I also need to mention I orginally got this one from his mother. So thanks to her as well if you like it. (I've made small modifications)

OCD

OCD....Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. How sad is it that I have to not have that last blog up for that long. It just bothers me. If it were something extremely cheerful or funny, I would be OK leaving it for a very long time. Any way... This is my OCD moment.
I'll take a tag from surrounded by seamonkeys.
What is your husbands name? Matt
How long have you guys been married? 8
How long did you date? Lets see...we started dating...oh lets just say little under a year.
How old is he? 29 Who is taller? Him Who can sing best? Toss up
Who is smarter? Not sure that is the right question, more like who is more stubborn, and that would be me, half the time.
Who does laundry? Me when I remember, him when I forget
Who pays the bills ? me Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Umm, laying down on my back, I would be on the right side.
Who mows the lawn? mostly him before we had a cousin start mowing it. Who cooks dinner? Mostly me, but he cooks better in general when he does cook.Who is the first to admit when they are wrong? Um...not sure. But I would venture me and he would probably say him. Who kissed who first? He kissed me first, if you call it a Kiss, because I couldn't stop laughing and all he got was teeth.
Who wears the pants? We both wear pants.....

Tag to whoever reads this that it's applicable to. :)

Sleep does wonders

Thanks to all of those who noticed my last blog. Despite being OK, I appreciate it. I've learned in life, what little I've learned, is that life isn't going to stop because it's not going the way you want. I don't know that there has been a whole lot of my life that has gone the way I've planned. I'm slowly, and I mean slowly because I started coming to this realization before Trev was born, and he's five now. Sometimes just moving and keep pushing through is part of what life is about. I'm getting to be an expert at that. Doesn't mean that it's not rough some days, just that it's getting easier.
Also a big note to mark is that sleep is a big factor on function ability. I finally got some sleep. In fact I got to sleep in this morning while Matt got the kids ready for school, and made their lunches and was even going to take them to school, but I woke up. No wonder my three year old alarm clock always gets up at the same time. She can't sleep in any longer, because her body tells her she should be awake, just like mine does.
Speaking of sleep....I think I'll get some! :) Good night to all of you other night owls, but this one's bowing out.

Also as a side note, I heard Beastie Boys for the first time on Monday. The two guys I was working with really like it. I still don't get it. I guess it's just not my type, I like more mellow stuff.

I feel that I am at a bit of a cross roads. I know some of what I have to do in my life, and like in all change, I'm scared. I know that I've got to go back to school. I know that I still have to work. I know that I love my kids and I don't want to loose any more time with them than what I have already. I'm trying to figure out how to make this work, and I'm at a loss. For most people the suggestions and the answers would be simple, but for me, in my situation they aren't. I guess my sparkle is a down a long road that's ahead of me.(thanks Nicole) So I guess you get to a point, when nothing becomes impossible to overcome.
I was sitting in church on Sunday when I wrote this down. I feel less confident than I did then, but I guess like I have in the past I need to keep pushing forward, and remembering that feeling I had and have faith.

I can see the light breaking, -wanting to break through the clouds, rimming on the edge of a cloud. The storm has left much to clean up. I've weathered the storm with help from earth and heaven. I can tend the battled garden and make it beautiful again.

good intentions...

Here I am, awake at the late hour, when I should be asleep. I even told myself I would go to bed at a descent time tonight, when I woke up this morning. So here I am still awake, and why? I'm not really sure. I'm kind of tired, but my mind is still going. Brie just woke up and thought it was time to get up for the morning... I can see this may be a long night.

Need feedback

Ok, I know this is a strange request given that I already have so little amount of time in my day, but here it is. I had this very vivid dream the last week that I can still give you every little detail about, and it had some raw potential of being a great story. I've already written down notes about it, and questions about where I want to take the story, but not sure if it's a feesible project. It would probably be sort of a fantasy almost fairy tell like quality, but more for adults. I don't know, its hard to explain. I've already written 3 pages, and I'm not sure if I could/should continue. I need some sort of feedback, good, bad, fix this, or this may not be the best idea, or this isn't the type of book I would read. So if you want to read part of what I've got, or maybe the raw idea, message me somehow and I will send you some of it.
FYI, if you haven't figured out by now, I miss spell check when I blog!

NUTS!!!

OK, as aforementioned on my intro blog, that my son is allergic to peanuts. And I when I mean allergic, I mean he very well could stop breathing almost instantaneously if he ever ingested one. The last time he had a reaction that ended us up in the ER was because I had something with peanuts in it the night before, brushed my teeth, went to bed kissed him the next morning and he still had a reaction. So the point I'm making with this, I'm not sure. I just know that I miss peanuts, and all nuts in general.
We had trunk or treating tonight at our ward, and the kids had a blast. There was painting oranges, pumpkin tossing, all around fun. Always a worry when the candy is involved. What I'm getting to is that holidays can really stink as far as his allergy goes. What do you think of automatically when you or your kid gets a treat that you really, and I mean really really want. Nine times out of Ten I would almost gurantee that it would have some kind of nut in it, or that it has been manufactured in plant proccessed with peanuts or a nut of somekind, or my favorite one yet that I have to check for is "cocoa processed with Alkali". All of these things listed on the back of a wrapper means that my son either definitely will have a reaction or play russian roullette if he did eat it. I love the little guy, and I'm not willing to risk it, even if it did take over an hour to convince him to stay in his bed tonight, after bedtime. Surprisingly enough though, I don't know if I've taught him or helped educate him well enough for him to be able to pick out what he can and can't have. Going through his trick or treat basket, I only found the one treat that I knew he couldn't have, and knew it from the moment I saw it before the kind unknowing lady put it there. The peanut butter taffy. (even that sounds good now...) He knew when people offered for him to let him pick his treats he got the ones he knew he could eat. Even my girls baskets weren't that bad to have to pick out the candy to give to people that probably won't run into my son. (So yes, you could say we are a nut free family in the literal sense...maybe not in any other, but that a whole other blog...) Also knowing that after talking with his primary teacher and the primary president that a large majority of people are some what aware of his allergy and are concerned is overwhelmingly encouraging. When they were passing out fathers day stuff on church list last year the the YW president put together stuff with out the chocolate nut stuff, told specifically one girl to give it to our family specifically. I'm not asking other people to give up their own treat, I'm just glad to know that they also care enough to have my son around. So a thanks out to those who care enough to ask, or to find something that works!

How common phrases baffle children

I went to my sister in-laws bridal shower last night. I took my girls with me, happily. They love their aunt to death, and I can't blame them! She is a sweet heart to the core, and can always make me smile. Any way the reason for the title. I was explaining to my 3 year old, Brie, that we were going to Aunt Nicoles Bridal shower, explained where we were going and what time. After quite some time and her thinking about it, asked me how we were all going to fit. It took me a second to realize that she meant we were all going to jump into her physical shower.

amazing how mcuh value people have in your life.

I recently ran into a friend from my childhood online. I 'd have to say it was nice. Unlike most normal people, I like to try and avoid people from my past, with a few rare exceptions. It's not out of having done something awful, I guess its just when I run into people I go back to that akward place in my teenage years when I was trying to define myself. Running into her was very nice, and I realized that I've missed out on a lot because I have avoided those things. To be honest, she hasn't changed so much from the person that I liked being around back in highschool. She is still sweet, good hearted, and uplifting. To be honest, a lot of days you need friends like that. I found out that I have friends that have kids now, that I didn't know did...people that have gotten married I didn't know about. So here is a small tribute to all the friends from highschool that were good friends to me. The ones that were there to listen, to hang around with, the ones that still were nice to me even when I distanced myself from them. The friends that were just good examples of how we should treat each other. So thank you! Even if I know only the one I talked to tonight will probably read this. At least she will know that she is appreciated.

Why I love being a Mom

How lame is the title. Pretty lame! But to put it simple at the end of the day being a mom is something that I'm pretty lucky and proud to be. After I have had to fight to put kids to bed after a long day, trying to clean up a house, make meals, lunches, get kids dressed in clothes/pjs each for over a half hour because they have one more thing that they want to talk to me about. The three little sleeping bugs in the other room look entirely sweet and have so much potential that I was blessed to observe and try and guide.

I've made a small ritual between my son and I. He is not a morning person. Just like his parents! :) School starts before he would like to be awake some days, and he will ask me why he has to get up, and tells me that he is still soo soo sooooo tired. So now when I go to wake him up in the morning, I climb in the bed beside him, grab half of his covers, and tell him that him and I are going to stay there and sleep all day long. I thought this reverse pschology would work on him. I should know better! He just snuggles in closer and says "Okay Mom!" and then laughs and closes his eyes. So we stay there for a few minutes and then Brie will come bounding in and want to join in, despite the fact she's been up for at least an hour by this point, and tries to snuggle in right between us, and Trev will usually get up... or possible say "Brie(note there would be a hint of whine to this) this is my bed." He just ends up in a better mood if I wake him up this way. I can only imagine 10 years from now and having to climb in to bed and steal his covers to get him up then, and I'm sure it won't always be so warmly recieved, but for now I'll take it and run with it.

Community sleeping

I would like to know what happens some days that makes your kids think they have to sleep in the same room that you do. I have had my youngest waking up every 2 hours at night until she comes in and sleeps on our floor, for about 4 days straight now. Also with waking up around 6:30 am. I'm still bleery eyed at that hour in the morning. I noticed this morning as I moved Brie to the floor by our bed, that I almost stepped on our son, who decided to take his sisters cue, and join the floor as well. Not a problem, I just hope that I didn't kick him too hard in my half asleep state. I'm expecting Ali in the next couple of nights....

Intro

I was given the suggestion to blog by my husband. Not much too it right?!? We shall see with my first attempt here. So bare with me. This could be scary....
So about me...I'm a working mom of 3 wonderful little kids. Age 7 Ali, age 5 Trev, and age 3 Brie. I work as a pharmacy tech 3 days of every week. I work as a mom 24 hours a day 7 days a week. My oldest is in 2nd grade. My son is in all day kindergarten, and he has asthma and a very severe peanut allergy. My youngest has a cinnamon allergy that makes her blow up like a bright red blow fish. She is also my first child to get stitches, and hopefully my last.
The reason for the title, is that I always feel like I'm trying to keep a white knuckle grip on reality, my children, my sanity, pretty much anything I have a fear of losing. :)

My first real blog spot will be this short little story from my mom regarding a question he asked her. My mom often watches my kids when I work. Also another precurser is that I had all 3 of my kids by c-section. My son asked my mother if I came out of her tummy or her bum hole. My mothers response was neither. My sisters response to hearing this was, no wonder he's a little %$#@ head. To bear all amends to my son, he is actually quite a good kid, but already with quite a smart alec trait, he's learned from an older sibling.