Yesterday we had broccoli
**now, broccoli is not my favorite thing. It's easy to over cook or under cook and hard to get it just right. When it's overcooked, it smells just like an old shoe and then it's mush. Yuck.
Cade immediately started eating it. Almost scarfing it.
My jaw dropped.
He finishes his last bite and goes, "Mommy! Ice Cream!"
7.27.2012
7.26.2012
WittleBee
Living far away from stores makes me do most of my shopping online
**this is kind of a bad thing. Online shopping. I can do it at all times of the day, rather than just when I can get to the store.
Anyhoo
A friend got some clothes from WittleBee and loved them. I've always shopped at the Osh Kosh outlet in St. George because they let me combine coupons
**they do things like purchase a certain amount, get $10 off a $10 purchase. My grandma and mom shop there too and always give me their $10 off coupons. I used to be able to combine those along with a 25% off coupon, shop the clearance rack, and get steals. I'm talking, brand new shirts for $1.00. Pants for $3.00. And they're not from Wal Mart.
Well, they've stopped doing that. Bummer. Big bummer, because kids clothes are expensive.
I've tried going the second hand, but because I have two boys so close together (and let's face it, Jackson is almost as big as Cade) I need to have them start out new so that they'll last. I've been impressed with the Osh Kosh quality too.
But, I got sucked in. WittleBee offered me 50% off my first box, making it only $20. Plus, free shipping.
Sorry Osh Kosh. It's been nice knowing you. Let me combine coupons again and I'll come back because I really do love your overalls. Especially these ones.
**this is kind of a bad thing. Online shopping. I can do it at all times of the day, rather than just when I can get to the store.
Anyhoo
A friend got some clothes from WittleBee and loved them. I've always shopped at the Osh Kosh outlet in St. George because they let me combine coupons
**they do things like purchase a certain amount, get $10 off a $10 purchase. My grandma and mom shop there too and always give me their $10 off coupons. I used to be able to combine those along with a 25% off coupon, shop the clearance rack, and get steals. I'm talking, brand new shirts for $1.00. Pants for $3.00. And they're not from Wal Mart.
Well, they've stopped doing that. Bummer. Big bummer, because kids clothes are expensive.
I've tried going the second hand, but because I have two boys so close together (and let's face it, Jackson is almost as big as Cade) I need to have them start out new so that they'll last. I've been impressed with the Osh Kosh quality too.
But, I got sucked in. WittleBee offered me 50% off my first box, making it only $20. Plus, free shipping.
Sorry Osh Kosh. It's been nice knowing you. Let me combine coupons again and I'll come back because I really do love your overalls. Especially these ones.
7.25.2012
Apparently I'm More Judgmental
With all 3 males in my family eating at least one thing of yogurt a day, we go through them pretty quickly.
Cade was so sad this morning when he opened up the fridge and there was no more yogurt. He had to make do with peaches and granola. Poor kid. I did feel sorry for him until he stole all of my granola. Then, we were at war.
A trip to the grocery store was in order.
**we're also teaching Jack Jack how to feed himself. Yogurt is the perfect vessel. It sticks to the spoon so he learns how to guide the spoon to his mouth without having to worry yet about the food falling off.
A trip to the grocery store to just get yogurt shouldn't be painful. But it was.
Cade threw the mother of all tantrums. I think he won an Oscar for it. It was that good.
**I don't even know what the tantrum was about. Usually I have some clue.
Now, because this tantrum was so big, I was in sort of a conundrum. I can't put him in the cart in the seat, because Jackson is there. And I have no hope of having Jackson walk calmly and quietly by me. I can't put him in the basket, because there's yogurt in there.
**I've cleaned yogurt off of floors enough times to know that when yogurt is thrown, it shatters.
My only option was to hold/drag Cade while pushing the cart.
I'm thinking to myself, "People are probably wondering why I'm just letting this kid scream and I'm not trying to stop it. They're thinking I'm the most uncaring mother ever. How could I just let my child cry like that? Shouldn't I know better to not take them out in public when they're like that. Why hasn't she taught him not to scream?"
All three checkout aisles were commenting on Cade's screaming. All the cashiers and all the customers. And then, one of them said, "I'm amazed how well you're handling this. I'm proud of you for just ignoring him."
Jaw drop.
And then, everyone else started telling me what a good job I was doing in ignoring him and not responding, telling me that this is the only way he has to express himself, but if he doesn't get what he wants...yada yada yada.
**this was just a different reaction than I had imagined. I guess that's why I was so surprised.
I guess its true that most of the times, what you're imagining other people are thinking, is really not what they're thinking.
**except when you meet old men at Wal-Mart. They tell you exactly what they're thinking.
Cade was so sad this morning when he opened up the fridge and there was no more yogurt. He had to make do with peaches and granola. Poor kid. I did feel sorry for him until he stole all of my granola. Then, we were at war.
A trip to the grocery store was in order.
**we're also teaching Jack Jack how to feed himself. Yogurt is the perfect vessel. It sticks to the spoon so he learns how to guide the spoon to his mouth without having to worry yet about the food falling off.
A trip to the grocery store to just get yogurt shouldn't be painful. But it was.
Cade threw the mother of all tantrums. I think he won an Oscar for it. It was that good.
**I don't even know what the tantrum was about. Usually I have some clue.
Now, because this tantrum was so big, I was in sort of a conundrum. I can't put him in the cart in the seat, because Jackson is there. And I have no hope of having Jackson walk calmly and quietly by me. I can't put him in the basket, because there's yogurt in there.
**I've cleaned yogurt off of floors enough times to know that when yogurt is thrown, it shatters.
My only option was to hold/drag Cade while pushing the cart.
I'm thinking to myself, "People are probably wondering why I'm just letting this kid scream and I'm not trying to stop it. They're thinking I'm the most uncaring mother ever. How could I just let my child cry like that? Shouldn't I know better to not take them out in public when they're like that. Why hasn't she taught him not to scream?"
All three checkout aisles were commenting on Cade's screaming. All the cashiers and all the customers. And then, one of them said, "I'm amazed how well you're handling this. I'm proud of you for just ignoring him."
Jaw drop.
And then, everyone else started telling me what a good job I was doing in ignoring him and not responding, telling me that this is the only way he has to express himself, but if he doesn't get what he wants...yada yada yada.
**this was just a different reaction than I had imagined. I guess that's why I was so surprised.
I guess its true that most of the times, what you're imagining other people are thinking, is really not what they're thinking.
**except when you meet old men at Wal-Mart. They tell you exactly what they're thinking.
7.24.2012
Hearts
I slept in this morning.
**for our family reunion, we've been challenged to a 5K by my uncle who has gout. I must beat him. I must.
I justified it by telling myself that I would play volleyball today for 2 hours instead. That would be my workout.
**I got more of a workout just swimming Cade back from the diving board. Keeping someone else's head about the water along with yours with only one arm is hard work.
Now I'm listening to Cade learn about hearts and the sounds they make. He lays his head against Aaron's chest going "Ba bump! Ba bump! Ba bump!"
**learning about hearts should be second nature to him. I was pregnant with Cade during one of my anatomy and physiology classes. I still remember having to wear this H.U.G.E. leather apron during the anatomy lab (with the cadavers) because my pregnant belly would stick out while I was trying to look at muscles and bones and get all wet...with...well...juices.
This article made me just "slightly" proud. I can't wait for football season. My dad always gets amazing tickets, and there's always one game he never goes to. I'm totally calling them. They put ice cream under your seat. BYU Creamery ice cream. Not to mention, the tent. It's full of glorious things. Chocolate fondue. Fruit bars. Popcorn. Prime rib. Yummo.
**for our family reunion, we've been challenged to a 5K by my uncle who has gout. I must beat him. I must.
I justified it by telling myself that I would play volleyball today for 2 hours instead. That would be my workout.
**I got more of a workout just swimming Cade back from the diving board. Keeping someone else's head about the water along with yours with only one arm is hard work.
Now I'm listening to Cade learn about hearts and the sounds they make. He lays his head against Aaron's chest going "Ba bump! Ba bump! Ba bump!"
**learning about hearts should be second nature to him. I was pregnant with Cade during one of my anatomy and physiology classes. I still remember having to wear this H.U.G.E. leather apron during the anatomy lab (with the cadavers) because my pregnant belly would stick out while I was trying to look at muscles and bones and get all wet...with...well...juices.
This article made me just "slightly" proud. I can't wait for football season. My dad always gets amazing tickets, and there's always one game he never goes to. I'm totally calling them. They put ice cream under your seat. BYU Creamery ice cream. Not to mention, the tent. It's full of glorious things. Chocolate fondue. Fruit bars. Popcorn. Prime rib. Yummo.
7.23.2012
Reminded
I was reminded yesterday that not everyone has the same blessings that I do.
And that I need to be more grateful for them.
And appreciate what I have.
Rather than wishing for what I don't.
Because, sometimes, someone else wants to be just like me.
Have what I have.
And they can't imagine what I could have to complain about, because I have:
A family.
A husband.
Children.
**Cade told me today, "I love Mommy!" Made my heart melt a little inside. And then he said it again and again and again. I appreciate moments like that. They make me feel like I'm doing okay at this whole parenting thing.
A place to live.
A job.
Food in the fridge.
A working A/C**
**we don't right now. Waiting until tomorrow so it can get fixed. At least its only 90 out.
Faith.
Love.
So tonight, I am grateful. Rather than wishing to be someone/something else. Tonight I am happy that I am me. That I am where I am. That I am what I am, working on trying to be better, but still happy with who I am and what I'm becoming.
**sometimes, in an effort to share more feelings and thoughts, I tend to get a little negative. But if my blog does get read by my children, I want them to also know how much I enjoyed and loved them as well.
And that I need to be more grateful for them.
And appreciate what I have.
Rather than wishing for what I don't.
Because, sometimes, someone else wants to be just like me.
Have what I have.
And they can't imagine what I could have to complain about, because I have:
A family.
A husband.
Children.
**Cade told me today, "I love Mommy!" Made my heart melt a little inside. And then he said it again and again and again. I appreciate moments like that. They make me feel like I'm doing okay at this whole parenting thing.
A place to live.
A job.
Food in the fridge.
A working A/C**
**we don't right now. Waiting until tomorrow so it can get fixed. At least its only 90 out.
Faith.
Love.
So tonight, I am grateful. Rather than wishing to be someone/something else. Tonight I am happy that I am me. That I am where I am. That I am what I am, working on trying to be better, but still happy with who I am and what I'm becoming.
**sometimes, in an effort to share more feelings and thoughts, I tend to get a little negative. But if my blog does get read by my children, I want them to also know how much I enjoyed and loved them as well.
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| Aaron, Jackson, and I at Morgan's wedding, August 2011, Jackson still has all those delicious arm-rolls. |
7.22.2012
Horrible
Our car is a Ford. This means, it has a keypad on the outside that lets us type in a code and the doors either lock or unlock for us without keys.
**the brilliant thing about this is that I can leave the car running with my kids in it, but its still locked and I can get back in while I run to go check the mail.
**or so I thought.
Yesterday, I got a knock on the door. It was a police officer.
He asked me if I'd been to the grocery store today.
**this is the same officer who found my wallet after I left it on top of my car at the gas station and drove off. I thought the same thing had happened.
I told him yes.
He then asked me if I left my little boy in the car.
Sick, horrible, feeling.
He then proceeds to tell me that I'm not allowed to do that and that's he's going to give me a citation and I'll have to go to court.
Cue more sick, horrible, feelings. That terrible drop in the pit of your stomach.
I proceeded to tell him that I had left the car running and the doors were locked because of my wonderful keypad. I didn't think that was the problem. I thought the problem was parents leaving their kids in the car without it running.
**I feel sick and tears coming on just writing this. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
He asked me for my drivers' license and then if I've ever been arrested. I tell him no, and then he tells me he's going to go into his vehicle for a little while. I just sat outside and sobbed.
**my neighbor came out and asked me what was wrong. I felt like such a dork. I hate crying in front of people. It's hard for me. I'm not a crier by nature.
It felt like forever, but he finally came back, handed me back my license, and told me he wasn't going to give me a citation, that he thought I'd "learned my lesson".
**I think he felt bad, because the rest of the time he spent reassuring me that I was a good mom. Hahahaha. That was kind of awkward.
**the brilliant thing about this is that I can leave the car running with my kids in it, but its still locked and I can get back in while I run to go check the mail.
**or so I thought.
Yesterday, I got a knock on the door. It was a police officer.
He asked me if I'd been to the grocery store today.
**this is the same officer who found my wallet after I left it on top of my car at the gas station and drove off. I thought the same thing had happened.
I told him yes.
He then asked me if I left my little boy in the car.
Sick, horrible, feeling.
He then proceeds to tell me that I'm not allowed to do that and that's he's going to give me a citation and I'll have to go to court.
Cue more sick, horrible, feelings. That terrible drop in the pit of your stomach.
I proceeded to tell him that I had left the car running and the doors were locked because of my wonderful keypad. I didn't think that was the problem. I thought the problem was parents leaving their kids in the car without it running.
**I feel sick and tears coming on just writing this. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck.
He asked me for my drivers' license and then if I've ever been arrested. I tell him no, and then he tells me he's going to go into his vehicle for a little while. I just sat outside and sobbed.
**my neighbor came out and asked me what was wrong. I felt like such a dork. I hate crying in front of people. It's hard for me. I'm not a crier by nature.
It felt like forever, but he finally came back, handed me back my license, and told me he wasn't going to give me a citation, that he thought I'd "learned my lesson".
**I think he felt bad, because the rest of the time he spent reassuring me that I was a good mom. Hahahaha. That was kind of awkward.
7.20.2012
Canvas and a Scare
Remember my $5.00 16 by 20 canvases?
I saw this tutorial floating around the blog world and tried it. They turned out pretty good, but I don't recommend putting your wet canvas on top of wax paper. The wax paper leaves weird indentations in the Mod Podge and they never really go away.
I didn't use scrapbook paper on the sides though, like the tutorial I used. I painted the sides with the same paint I used to cover up any parts of the canvas the picture didn't cover. I'm glad I decided to use charcoal gray paint instead of black. It was one of those "brilliant moments" and I didn't even know it was brilliant until after I did it.
**black & white is actually a misnomer in a way. More technical would be shades of gray
They're now hanging up above our bed. The reason you aren't seeing them there? The walls in our bedroom are planked. As in bad 70's basement planked. Aaron told me, "If our walls weren't wood planks, I would like the pictures more I think."
**I just realized that the couch they're on though is bad 70's floral couch. Oh well. I can't win.
**I had a tender mercy yesterday. I went to the thrift store last Wednesday with my grandma and came home with a really cool old window (only 2 dolla) that I was going to re do and use. Yesterday I got it out to take out some screws and left it kind of leaning on the table against the wall while I went up to switch the laundry.
I heard a giant CRASH and then screams. My first reaction was panic. I could picture the blood. Everywhere. Children gouged by giant pieces of glass.
Jackson was only 3 inches from the biggest piece. Somehow, every single piece missed him and Cade. Nothing. No scratches, cuts, or anything.
I realized later that I had had a gentle nudging in my head when I went upstairs, "That window really isn't very sturdy. I hope it doesn't fall." I realize now that it was the Holy Ghost telling me my plan was stupid and to move the window. I thought I was being smart by putting it up high out of children's way. I'm grateful that they didn't have to pay for my lack of attentiveness.
Cade has been re-enacting the scene. He'll point to the table, then to the floor, yell, "BOOM!!" and fall to the ground.
I still have plans for the window. It's just not going to have glass anymore.
I saw this tutorial floating around the blog world and tried it. They turned out pretty good, but I don't recommend putting your wet canvas on top of wax paper. The wax paper leaves weird indentations in the Mod Podge and they never really go away.
I didn't use scrapbook paper on the sides though, like the tutorial I used. I painted the sides with the same paint I used to cover up any parts of the canvas the picture didn't cover. I'm glad I decided to use charcoal gray paint instead of black. It was one of those "brilliant moments" and I didn't even know it was brilliant until after I did it.
**black & white is actually a misnomer in a way. More technical would be shades of gray
They're now hanging up above our bed. The reason you aren't seeing them there? The walls in our bedroom are planked. As in bad 70's basement planked. Aaron told me, "If our walls weren't wood planks, I would like the pictures more I think."
**I just realized that the couch they're on though is bad 70's floral couch. Oh well. I can't win.
**I had a tender mercy yesterday. I went to the thrift store last Wednesday with my grandma and came home with a really cool old window (only 2 dolla) that I was going to re do and use. Yesterday I got it out to take out some screws and left it kind of leaning on the table against the wall while I went up to switch the laundry.
I heard a giant CRASH and then screams. My first reaction was panic. I could picture the blood. Everywhere. Children gouged by giant pieces of glass.
Jackson was only 3 inches from the biggest piece. Somehow, every single piece missed him and Cade. Nothing. No scratches, cuts, or anything.
I realized later that I had had a gentle nudging in my head when I went upstairs, "That window really isn't very sturdy. I hope it doesn't fall." I realize now that it was the Holy Ghost telling me my plan was stupid and to move the window. I thought I was being smart by putting it up high out of children's way. I'm grateful that they didn't have to pay for my lack of attentiveness.
Cade has been re-enacting the scene. He'll point to the table, then to the floor, yell, "BOOM!!" and fall to the ground.
I still have plans for the window. It's just not going to have glass anymore.
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