Sometimes I feel like I am freaking awesome. Humble... not so much. Today was one of those days - when I sit back and say to myself - I wish I could die for a minute and then Jason would have another-not-so-awesome-wife and then he would really see how awesome I am - because until then everything I do is just normal and expected.
Today I was potty training Noah (if you know Noah's personality - not an easy task), around 10 I started feeling fluish, and it only got worse as the day went on, and when Jason got home the house was clean, dinner was done, and the kids were happy - wow.
I saw a quote on a blog that said, "On my blog I am a pretty big deal" -I guess these blogs are quite egotistical and self centered - so if I am going to pat myself on the back I guess it will be to my blog.
Please no comments of congratulations - I am obviously congratulating myself enough for the both of us. :)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Snow
It has been snowing like crazy the past week. Noah wanted to go right outside and eat the snow.
I am hating the winter, cold, and snow. But it does have one redeeming quality, hot chocolate. I love the stuff.
The boys didn't have any winter stuff going into this snow season. They have never wanted to play in the snow before. But on the morning of our first storm they insisted on going out with dad to shovel. I scrambled to find some suitable snow gear. I guess it wasn't very good because they only lasted about 10 minutes and haven't wanted to go back out. So yesterday we spent the whole morning going from store to store finding snow clothes. We were successful minus gloves - I couldn't find any snow gloves. Holy moly snow clothes are expensive - and I went to kid-to-kid and the DI - wow, they better live outside. They went out today for a few minutes (their hands got cold fast) and Brock said, "I love my snow boots, it makes it so much better."
On a side not I am potty training Noah today. I don't have enough data to declare if it is going good or bad. But it does make for some long days stuck in the house and the other kids bring put on the back burner. Megan and Brock are already like, "mom, do you remember us?" and it is only day one. Any one wanting to take Brock for a play date? - he would really appreciate it!
A few more shots of Megan.
After about 3 weeks of crawling backwards and scooting all over the house she is now officially crawling. It is so cute and I am actually loving it. She is a climber too. She was already going up stairs before she was crawling - and she tries to pull herself up to anything. She has two bottom teeth. And her favorite person in the whole world is her daddy. She loves him.
I am hating the winter, cold, and snow. But it does have one redeeming quality, hot chocolate. I love the stuff.
The boys didn't have any winter stuff going into this snow season. They have never wanted to play in the snow before. But on the morning of our first storm they insisted on going out with dad to shovel. I scrambled to find some suitable snow gear. I guess it wasn't very good because they only lasted about 10 minutes and haven't wanted to go back out. So yesterday we spent the whole morning going from store to store finding snow clothes. We were successful minus gloves - I couldn't find any snow gloves. Holy moly snow clothes are expensive - and I went to kid-to-kid and the DI - wow, they better live outside. They went out today for a few minutes (their hands got cold fast) and Brock said, "I love my snow boots, it makes it so much better."
On a side not I am potty training Noah today. I don't have enough data to declare if it is going good or bad. But it does make for some long days stuck in the house and the other kids bring put on the back burner. Megan and Brock are already like, "mom, do you remember us?" and it is only day one. Any one wanting to take Brock for a play date? - he would really appreciate it!
A few more shots of Megan.
After about 3 weeks of crawling backwards and scooting all over the house she is now officially crawling. It is so cute and I am actually loving it. She is a climber too. She was already going up stairs before she was crawling - and she tries to pull herself up to anything. She has two bottom teeth. And her favorite person in the whole world is her daddy. She loves him.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Boise
My best friend, Karli, moved to Boise a few months ago and we have been missing them. We had an opportunity to drive Karli's grandma's car up there and then fly home - sweet. I obviously had to take Megan with me - and Brock was missing his best pal, Payton - and I was unsure about flying by myself with three kids (this was also my first time flying with kids) - so sadly I left Noah with Jason, friends, and family for 5 days. I will talk about that sadness later, but first....
the trip.
We had so much fun. It was actually a way relaxing vacation, the first one I have had in a while. Karli was the best hostest. In our room she had a little gift basket for us with towels, toiletries, diapers, wipes, baby food, scrapbook supplies, magazines, coloring books, etc. She cooked for us at every meal and, as always, had a ton of fun activities planned. It was nice because Brock and Payton are at the age where they just go off and play with little or no supervision required.
They kept watch for quite a while to see if they would get any house guests - sadly - we never saw any use the house - they just ran along the fence behind the house.
He is actually sliding really fast in this picture - funny how it turned into a perfect pose.
They did a lot of wrestling. Brock and Payton love to tackle and wrestle each other. When I told Brock we were going to see Payton - the first thing he said was, "I am going to tackle him" - and tackle him he did. They ran around the house wrestling for about the first hour we were there.
Megan and Lydia. Lydia is actually one - but her and Megan will be in the same grade - funny how that works.
Then we took a plane home. So fun! The kids were awesome! Everyone a the airport was really helpful and nice. It was just a short 50 minute flight and Brock was in little boy heaven. He talks about the plane everyday now - and asks constantly to go on a plane again.
The flight was pretty empty (that helped), so Megan got to sit in her own chair for a while - which was great because she is in that phase where she does not like being held.
Sadly no pictures of me and Karli or of Brooklyn (I guess this trip is a great example of how easily middle children can be left out - sad). We had the best time - and hope to be able to make it up there a couple times a year - once we get a new car that is.
Leaving Noah was sad. I cried. But is was necessary, I really could not have done it (or afforded it) with the three of them - nor did I want to try - and Boise would not have been as much fun as it was. But I will definitely bring him next time. He was a good boy while I was gone - and tolerated being passed from house to house and person to person well. The first day we were gone he asked for me, Brock, and Megan about every 10 minutes or so. But after the first day and a half he would just ask for me. I was nervous about coming home - some kids are mad at their parents when they come home - but Noah was happy to see me and just kept smiling and saying , "mom".
Noah is very sad he didn't get to go on a plane, and Brock sure does rub it in by telling him 5 or 6 times a day that we went on vacation with out him and flew on a plane. Brock is not trying to be mean, he says things like, "I flew in a plane with mom, you didn't come Noah, but you can come next time, do you want to come with us next time?" -then I have two little boys whining about how they want to fly in a plane... right now!
Thanks Bells for the awesome trip.
the trip.
We had so much fun. It was actually a way relaxing vacation, the first one I have had in a while. Karli was the best hostest. In our room she had a little gift basket for us with towels, toiletries, diapers, wipes, baby food, scrapbook supplies, magazines, coloring books, etc. She cooked for us at every meal and, as always, had a ton of fun activities planned. It was nice because Brock and Payton are at the age where they just go off and play with little or no supervision required.
The weather was pretty nice so they got to play some soccer outside.
Boise has a lot of squirrels running around - so they built a squirrel house for them - including a trail of peanuts for them to find their way.
They kept watch for quite a while to see if they would get any house guests - sadly - we never saw any use the house - they just ran along the fence behind the house.
We went to a bounce house. Always guaranteed a good time there.
He is actually sliding really fast in this picture - funny how it turned into a perfect pose.
They did a lot of wrestling. Brock and Payton love to tackle and wrestle each other. When I told Brock we were going to see Payton - the first thing he said was, "I am going to tackle him" - and tackle him he did. They ran around the house wrestling for about the first hour we were there.
Megan and Lydia. Lydia is actually one - but her and Megan will be in the same grade - funny how that works.
Then we took a plane home. So fun! The kids were awesome! Everyone a the airport was really helpful and nice. It was just a short 50 minute flight and Brock was in little boy heaven. He talks about the plane everyday now - and asks constantly to go on a plane again.
The flight was pretty empty (that helped), so Megan got to sit in her own chair for a while - which was great because she is in that phase where she does not like being held.
Sadly no pictures of me and Karli or of Brooklyn (I guess this trip is a great example of how easily middle children can be left out - sad). We had the best time - and hope to be able to make it up there a couple times a year - once we get a new car that is.
Leaving Noah was sad. I cried. But is was necessary, I really could not have done it (or afforded it) with the three of them - nor did I want to try - and Boise would not have been as much fun as it was. But I will definitely bring him next time. He was a good boy while I was gone - and tolerated being passed from house to house and person to person well. The first day we were gone he asked for me, Brock, and Megan about every 10 minutes or so. But after the first day and a half he would just ask for me. I was nervous about coming home - some kids are mad at their parents when they come home - but Noah was happy to see me and just kept smiling and saying , "mom".
Noah is very sad he didn't get to go on a plane, and Brock sure does rub it in by telling him 5 or 6 times a day that we went on vacation with out him and flew on a plane. Brock is not trying to be mean, he says things like, "I flew in a plane with mom, you didn't come Noah, but you can come next time, do you want to come with us next time?" -then I have two little boys whining about how they want to fly in a plane... right now!
Thanks Bells for the awesome trip.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Mondays and cleaning
If you are family or a close friend from elementary/middle/high school you may have an idea on what this post is about.
Monday is cleaning day. It always has been and always will be. My mother is a VIGILANT Monday cleaning woman. From my earliest memories to this very Monday my mother has stopped her life and deep cleaned her whole house. When I went off to collage I kept this tradition alive and into my first few months of marriage. Then I realized that our little apartment did not need to be deep cleaned every week, especially since we were hardly ever home. So I stopped... got out of the habit... but swore up and down I would do it as soon as I became a mom. Three and a half years later, on Monday mornings you could find me anywhere, but cleaning my house. This story is the same for my older sister (hope you don't mind me speaking for you) both of us are plagued with the constant guilt every Monday that we should be cleaning. But we never did.
Well, I am now officially a Monday cleaner... and I am thrilled. It took me three years of not doing it, six months of thinking about doing it, and two months of actually doing it, to say that I will now and forever clean on Mondays.
I started "thinking" about how I wanted to keep my house clean with three young kids back in July after reading my friends post about her cleaning schedule. So for those of you wondering... here is how I do it.
First: I found someone to trade kids with. This has actually turned into a couple women - because I always need someone. They take my kids for about 2 1/2 to 3 hours on Mondays and I take theirs on another day. This has been the turning point to allow me to do it.
Next: I do a LITTLE prep on Sunday night. Not enough to ruin the Sabbath - just enough to make Monday mornings run smoother. I have everything put away from church (church shoes, church bags, scriptures, lesson material etc) and have dinner cleaned up. I run my dishwasher and unload it. I make sure I go to bed with the house all put away.
Then: I do a simple easy breakfast before I send the boys off to their play date, Megan down for a nap, and me to my cleaning.
The schedule:
I discovered I can't deep clean my house in two and a half hours each week (I have to also feed Megan in that time). So I have to split up what I do between weeks.
Every week I do: Counters, tables, sweeping, mopping, scour sink, stove, vacuuming, stairs, dusting, Windex french doors, bathrooms and quick sanitation of most often played with toys. (these all take about an hour and a half)
Every other week I alternate: Deep cleaning bathrooms (tile on showers, bathtubs), blinds, microwave, get on my hands and knees and give my floor a good scrubbing, de-grub railings walls and doors, and vacuuming really good (ie - get out the attachments and move furniture). (These jobs take me about 45 min. to an hour)
Then once a week I do something extra, these have included: Clean fridge, freezer or pantry, oven, baseboards, ceiling fans, windows, sanitation of all toys - just to name a few. (This takes me about 30 to 45 minutes)
This system of cleaning has made me so happy. Every Monday I feel like a whole new woman. The first few weeks I actually hated it though - I felt like a crazy person when my kids came home trying to keep it clean - I almost gave up on it altogether. But after a few weeks I learned to ease up, I think because I KNOW it WILL be clean again, where as before I didn't really know if it would. I finally blogged about it because I realized it became habit when I didn't have anyone to take my kids last Monday, so I woke up at 6 to start cleaning so I could get it done. Awesome!
However I wanted to take you through my "cleaning cycle of discouragement" as I call it.
I start my Mondays thinking,
"I don't have much to do, I think I will get done quick so I can shower before I get my boys"
then about 30 minutes into it:
"How did things get so messy in one week? This is going to take forever"
Then about an hour into it (this is where the despair sets in):
"This is too hard. I will never be able to actually have a clean home, there is just too much to do. Why do I even try, I am only scratching the surface. I spend time every week just maintaining, when will I ever get it REALLY clean if I just spend my Mondays doing surface cleaning."
About thirty minutes before I am done:
"I am too tired to finish - should I finish or just go jump in the shower? I still have about an hour left to get it looking good. It looks ok now, I should just stop and be satisifed and I will clean really good when all my kids go to school"
When I am done:
"My house is so clean, I love it! That was easy and SO worth it. I am so happy!" (I honestly can't stop smiling)
During the week I sweep about 4 or 5 more times and vacuum 2 or 3 - and of course pick up the house and do the dishes about 20 to 30 more times. But the house stays generally clean until Friday afternoon or evening and then I am just counting down the hours until Monday cleaning again. Jason has a standing order to tell me that the house looks amazing every Monday (and I didn't even have to tell him that).
I hope this helped inspire someone out there. There is nothing better than a clean house. Oh - and the best part is that my boys get home from their play date just before naps. So then they nap, and I just get to hang out in my quite, perfectly clean home for about 3 hours. That is for sure the best part.
Monday is cleaning day. It always has been and always will be. My mother is a VIGILANT Monday cleaning woman. From my earliest memories to this very Monday my mother has stopped her life and deep cleaned her whole house. When I went off to collage I kept this tradition alive and into my first few months of marriage. Then I realized that our little apartment did not need to be deep cleaned every week, especially since we were hardly ever home. So I stopped... got out of the habit... but swore up and down I would do it as soon as I became a mom. Three and a half years later, on Monday mornings you could find me anywhere, but cleaning my house. This story is the same for my older sister (hope you don't mind me speaking for you) both of us are plagued with the constant guilt every Monday that we should be cleaning. But we never did.
Well, I am now officially a Monday cleaner... and I am thrilled. It took me three years of not doing it, six months of thinking about doing it, and two months of actually doing it, to say that I will now and forever clean on Mondays.
I started "thinking" about how I wanted to keep my house clean with three young kids back in July after reading my friends post about her cleaning schedule. So for those of you wondering... here is how I do it.
First: I found someone to trade kids with. This has actually turned into a couple women - because I always need someone. They take my kids for about 2 1/2 to 3 hours on Mondays and I take theirs on another day. This has been the turning point to allow me to do it.
Next: I do a LITTLE prep on Sunday night. Not enough to ruin the Sabbath - just enough to make Monday mornings run smoother. I have everything put away from church (church shoes, church bags, scriptures, lesson material etc) and have dinner cleaned up. I run my dishwasher and unload it. I make sure I go to bed with the house all put away.
Then: I do a simple easy breakfast before I send the boys off to their play date, Megan down for a nap, and me to my cleaning.
The schedule:
I discovered I can't deep clean my house in two and a half hours each week (I have to also feed Megan in that time). So I have to split up what I do between weeks.
Every week I do: Counters, tables, sweeping, mopping, scour sink, stove, vacuuming, stairs, dusting, Windex french doors, bathrooms and quick sanitation of most often played with toys. (these all take about an hour and a half)
Every other week I alternate: Deep cleaning bathrooms (tile on showers, bathtubs), blinds, microwave, get on my hands and knees and give my floor a good scrubbing, de-grub railings walls and doors, and vacuuming really good (ie - get out the attachments and move furniture). (These jobs take me about 45 min. to an hour)
Then once a week I do something extra, these have included: Clean fridge, freezer or pantry, oven, baseboards, ceiling fans, windows, sanitation of all toys - just to name a few. (This takes me about 30 to 45 minutes)
This system of cleaning has made me so happy. Every Monday I feel like a whole new woman. The first few weeks I actually hated it though - I felt like a crazy person when my kids came home trying to keep it clean - I almost gave up on it altogether. But after a few weeks I learned to ease up, I think because I KNOW it WILL be clean again, where as before I didn't really know if it would. I finally blogged about it because I realized it became habit when I didn't have anyone to take my kids last Monday, so I woke up at 6 to start cleaning so I could get it done. Awesome!
However I wanted to take you through my "cleaning cycle of discouragement" as I call it.
I start my Mondays thinking,
"I don't have much to do, I think I will get done quick so I can shower before I get my boys"
then about 30 minutes into it:
"How did things get so messy in one week? This is going to take forever"
Then about an hour into it (this is where the despair sets in):
"This is too hard. I will never be able to actually have a clean home, there is just too much to do. Why do I even try, I am only scratching the surface. I spend time every week just maintaining, when will I ever get it REALLY clean if I just spend my Mondays doing surface cleaning."
About thirty minutes before I am done:
"I am too tired to finish - should I finish or just go jump in the shower? I still have about an hour left to get it looking good. It looks ok now, I should just stop and be satisifed and I will clean really good when all my kids go to school"
When I am done:
"My house is so clean, I love it! That was easy and SO worth it. I am so happy!" (I honestly can't stop smiling)
During the week I sweep about 4 or 5 more times and vacuum 2 or 3 - and of course pick up the house and do the dishes about 20 to 30 more times. But the house stays generally clean until Friday afternoon or evening and then I am just counting down the hours until Monday cleaning again. Jason has a standing order to tell me that the house looks amazing every Monday (and I didn't even have to tell him that).
I hope this helped inspire someone out there. There is nothing better than a clean house. Oh - and the best part is that my boys get home from their play date just before naps. So then they nap, and I just get to hang out in my quite, perfectly clean home for about 3 hours. That is for sure the best part.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Best week ever
So Jason has been out of the job (yes again) for the last 2 months or so. So since he has been home I have been taking it pretty easy - as far as mothering goes. I basically became a mother of two again - everyday I would leave Megan with Jason (she was usually just napping) and take the boys on our daily activity.
So when he got a job last week (yea!) I was a little nervous about my "new" role as a mother of three... again. I hadn't taken all three of them somewhere by myself in almost 3 months, and Megan was now in a whole new stage. I was regretting taking it so easy the last little while.
And... to add to it...the weather was supposed to be BEAUTIFUL - and perhaps for the last time this season. So I decided baptism by fire was the best option for us.We got out every day and did something great. I was also putting Megan on a new schedule, one to accommodate us (the woe's of a third child) - she had been used to napping from 9:30 - 12:30, but now I need her to nap from 8:00-10:00. So here is our - super fun, awesome week 1)Jason has a job, 2)Weather was amazing 3)Megan did great with her new sched.
Tuesday - Park. Yes that IS Megan in a swing AND Levis. She is apparently not a baby anymore... I have NO IDEA when that happened (probably when I was out playing with the boys and abandoning her with her father everyday... oops)
Wednesday - Wheeler Farm.
They had a haystack maze left over from Halloween. Noah did not really appreciate it after about 2 minutes...
and Brock cheated.
We had ourselves a little picnic... perfect.
Thursday - Farm Country with the Curren's. 
Even Cara... but not Megan
Brock and Andrew
Jess and Cara
Andrew, Brock, Rachel and Noah
Me and Megan
Friday - This is the Place Heritage Park and rode the train with my sister Katie and her kids 
Katie and Sam
Me and Megan
Noah, Brad, and Brock
Yea for lovely fall weather!
So when he got a job last week (yea!) I was a little nervous about my "new" role as a mother of three... again. I hadn't taken all three of them somewhere by myself in almost 3 months, and Megan was now in a whole new stage. I was regretting taking it so easy the last little while.
And... to add to it...the weather was supposed to be BEAUTIFUL - and perhaps for the last time this season. So I decided baptism by fire was the best option for us.We got out every day and did something great. I was also putting Megan on a new schedule, one to accommodate us (the woe's of a third child) - she had been used to napping from 9:30 - 12:30, but now I need her to nap from 8:00-10:00. So here is our - super fun, awesome week 1)Jason has a job, 2)Weather was amazing 3)Megan did great with her new sched.
Tuesday - Park. Yes that IS Megan in a swing AND Levis. She is apparently not a baby anymore... I have NO IDEA when that happened (probably when I was out playing with the boys and abandoning her with her father everyday... oops)
Wednesday - Wheeler Farm.
They had a haystack maze left over from Halloween. Noah did not really appreciate it after about 2 minutes...
and Brock cheated.
We had ourselves a little picnic... perfect.
Thursday - Farm Country with the Curren's.
Rode us some horses.
Even Cara... but not Megan
Brock and Andrew
Jess and Cara
Andrew, Brock, Rachel and Noah
Me and Megan
Friday - This is the Place Heritage Park and rode the train with my sister Katie and her kids
Katie and Sam
Me and Megan
Noah, Brad, and Brock
Megan-bug (that is what we call her)
Saturday - Played in our yard,leaves, sandbox, and neighborhood (Jason was home - I had nothing to prove)
Yea for lovely fall weather!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Elder Hanna
My littlest brother Daniel got his mission call this week. He is going to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida on March 2. I can't believe he is actually old enough to go on a mission. Actually, he is very wonderful and very mature (although Boy Meets World is his favorite TV show) - we actually joke that he is the best one of the five of us - and seriously it is no joke. He is super smart (once he only missed 7 on a math test{inside joke}), he is hard working, he was on seminary council, a great athlete...he is the perfect child.
Speaking of perfect I think both my brothers are pretty perfect. This is a realization I have come to since I, myself, am raising two boys. They are SO hard working, I can not even fathom how hard they work - and they will do anything for anyone. They did sports non stop through their whole lives. They would be at practice all day, then come home and mow the lawn, do some chores for my mom, then go to work or a game then come home and do home work. They did this their whole lives - never complained or seemed over worked. They are incredible athletes, so sweet, and know just how to treat a girl. Now (that Mike is OFF his mission) they are both very spiritual. They are great brothers and great men. I MUST figure out how my mom did this.
Speaking of perfect I think both my brothers are pretty perfect. This is a realization I have come to since I, myself, am raising two boys. They are SO hard working, I can not even fathom how hard they work - and they will do anything for anyone. They did sports non stop through their whole lives. They would be at practice all day, then come home and mow the lawn, do some chores for my mom, then go to work or a game then come home and do home work. They did this their whole lives - never complained or seemed over worked. They are incredible athletes, so sweet, and know just how to treat a girl. Now (that Mike is OFF his mission) they are both very spiritual. They are great brothers and great men. I MUST figure out how my mom did this.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Halloween all in one
I am doing all my Halloween posts in one - so I can just be done with it and move on.
First stop is my Grandma's Annual Halloween Party. To me this really was Halloween (even though it was a week early) because I had no intention of dressing Megan up on Halloween and taking her trick-or-treating - so this was her one chance to be a ghost.
Halloween was definitely on a budget this year. I had the Pumpkin costumes and all the material for the Ghost (minus the .23 cents for the black felt). But I think they ended up cute - although Brock was a Pumpkin last year, so I did feel kind of bad about that. But he doesn't remember.
And because I HONESTLY can't get enough of her...
who could??
Then we did a little pumpkin carving. Jason feels STRONGLY about having the kids draw their own jack-o-lanterns - regardless of their age. This is the first year that Brock's actually looked like a face. Noah's is still struggling - and Megan actually has done the best above all of our babies.
Children posing with their jack-o-lanterns:
Halloween night, I did a little "flash" decorating - this is how our porch looked about 5 minutes before the rain hit.
I took the boys trick or treating with the other mom's and kids in the neighborhood. Since it was raining we thought that they would only do a few houses and then be wet, cold, and whinney and would want to go home... AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, we were still going. They were die hards, they actually filled up their buckets, I didn't think that would happen until they were like 6.
Megan was VERY excited about the candy, she is in the "everything goes in the mouth" stage. Don't worry - if you know me at all, she definitely only sucked on the plastic and not the candy. (haha - I am so chill about my 6 month old sucking on plastic and would die if she ate any candy)
We definitely underestimated on our candy-giving bowl. We had run out of candy by 7:45 pm - it is fun to be living in such a fun neighborhood with so many kids - it was just like those Halloween movies with kids running every where - and that was on a rainy Halloween. Next year we will be more prepared.
I took the boys trick or treating with the other mom's and kids in the neighborhood. Since it was raining we thought that they would only do a few houses and then be wet, cold, and whinney and would want to go home... AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER, we were still going. They were die hards, they actually filled up their buckets, I didn't think that would happen until they were like 6.
Megan was VERY excited about the candy, she is in the "everything goes in the mouth" stage. Don't worry - if you know me at all, she definitely only sucked on the plastic and not the candy. (haha - I am so chill about my 6 month old sucking on plastic and would die if she ate any candy)
We definitely underestimated on our candy-giving bowl. We had run out of candy by 7:45 pm - it is fun to be living in such a fun neighborhood with so many kids - it was just like those Halloween movies with kids running every where - and that was on a rainy Halloween. Next year we will be more prepared.
And that folks was our Halloween in one (very long) post
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