Monday, January 28, 2013

ID CO CA VA COLD

I got a text this morning saying things were delayed because of the weather. Which made me slightly worried because Nathan decided to run to work today and then a few more miles (10 miles total while the rest of the city is claiming you shouldn't even drive in it.) 

I hate the winter. A lot. I despise being cold, waiting for the car heater to actually provide heat, and having to locate and zip everyone's jacket, scarf, mittens, hat, socks, boots... (Except for Nathan who still doesn't own a jacket yet. Crazy man. He probably thinks he doesn't need one because he's that hot....which I'll give him.) But really as much as I hate being cold now, I always think back to Rexburg days where we were college student poor. Kendyl and I spent our entire days in my bedroom huddled up to a space heater so we would only have to pay for heat in one room. When we had to go to the kitchen we bundled up in sweats and jackets. I wish I was exaggerating. 
And then I think less back to our winters in Denver where one day its sunny and clear, by the morning there is 2 feet of snow, but then by that same afternoon it's clear and 65 again.
But then I think even less back to last winter living back at home in California. No joke it's beginning of February here.
Moral of the post: when it comes to the weather there is always someone who is more miserable than you. (Most likely that person resides in Rexburg, ID). And there is always someone who is totally warm and loving the outdoors. (Yes, we're all jealous you southern Californians.)

So I'll just try to be content in my mid-range winter in Virginia and enjoy all the school closures that happen every time there's a snowflake in the sky. And hope my crazy husband doesn't freeze or slip on the ice and die. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Mommyhood defined....playground style!

I have been a mom for almost 4 years. Overall if I had to represent these years as a mother in a single picture it would look like this.

Here's the breakdown.

Stage One:
Being a new mom is like being a perpetual drinking fountain. If you're a nursing mother its a pretty literal comparison. And my girls were like the kids in the front of a very long line who keep on guzzling like they'll never see water again. For over a year for each girl it felt that like tap was always on. Even though after breast-feeding in so many situations I felt like a total pro, there was the occasional completely awkward moment (i.e. nursing on airplane sitting next to a creepy man). I'm thankful for their sippy cups. 

Stage Two: 
After a while when I started feeling less like a drinking fountain for the majority of the day, it was because I had turned into a swing. Always carrying the baby. It didn't matter that there were plenty of other swings around who would gladly take a turn. My kids seemed to be very particular about who held them. "Just take a break" seems easy enough until you finally do leave to your baby screaming and come back home to a still screaming baby, who you're told screamed the entire time. Sometimes it's easier just to hold them...almost every second of everyday. Always their favorite time to swing was during mealtimes and bedtimes. 

Stage Three:
Overtime kids lose interest in always swinging and thankfully aren't as thirsty. Wonderful! Until you realize your body has turned into a jungle gym or anything else that they can ride, hang, or jump on. Right now I'm at Stage 3. Its a stage where motivation to exercise is hard to come by because most of the day I feel like exercise equipment. I have random bruises on my body, my arm...and neck muscles should be huge, and it would be nice to be married to chiropractor. But unlike Stage 2 my kids are no longer particular about their jungle gyms and when 6:00 rolls around my park shuts down and it's Daddy's turn. Or anyone else who cares to oblige. 

So all in all I would say its tough to be a playground. It's a very noisy, dirty, and rather smelly job. And while it was REALLY nice to stop feeling like a drinking fountain all day and night and it will be lovely when my children stop hanging off my limbs, I don't ever want to know what it feels like to have kids who are too cool to play at recess.



Friday, January 18, 2013

If you have a few minutes to waste


I laughed. It's only funny because it's so true. And reminded me way too much of high school and college.

And Nathan laughed. "We just need to have compliments and affirmation every second of everyday. Is that too much to ask?" Because after five years of being married to me, he knows too well how true that is. 

Amen Already (If you aren't a Mormon, sorry you probably won't get it...but you could always find out more!)

I won't admit how much time I wasted on this one. A few I laughed out loud at....and I don't normally do that when I'm alone in a room. But you have to skim through a few of the pages. Some are better than others.

Happy Friday. Just two more days and I can take a nap!

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

The Home Wreckers

The floor was spotless not so long before. And they were dressed.

But the tights on the head made me laugh so all is forgiven.
They sure can do a number on our place. 
When I'm 85 and living in their house I'll be sure to reciprocate. 

Happiness Project Part 2: Things I might do in 2013

I'm trying to expand my goals past the obvious ones I always have like eat more chocolate and drink more Ruby Red. 

What follows I'll admit is a pretty shallow list. Not at all reflecting how I really want my daily life to improve, but my brain is mush as I've watched Little Mermaid and Ratatouille more times than I care to count this week...day. Also I'm only 2 chapters into Happier at Home and I'm sure I'll have a lot more ideas once I've finished. But here goes.

Update my wardrobe. This includes getting rid of my favorite jeans. They were a dollar from Goodwill and now have a huge hole in the knees. Super white trash looking and I wear them way too often. I've already moved them a few feet closer to the trash but I need to just get rid of them and replace them with a cuter pair. And that goes for everything else I've own that a) I don't wear b) I wear too often and really is just ugly c) makes me look 15 d) I bought from the clearance section of Walmart e) I wore when I was in college or f) is holey. It's bad enough that I wear sweats 90% of the time. Worse when the sweats have holes.

Update Nathan's wardrobe. Using force if necessary. I cleaned out our coat closet on Saturday and for the first time inspected Nathan's only church/work shoes. Not pretty. I refused to do anything with him until he bought new ones. Which he promptly did from a thrift store. Still much better. Now we need to work on his clothes applying the same principles stated above. If I did it today he would have nothing to wear but some socks. 

No other girls are allowed to sleep in my bed. Not referring to a philandering husband but to my little girlies who somehow make it in our bed every night. Sometimes their kicking and sprawling is so bad that Nate and I wake up in their beds. Today I woke up in my bed alone (except for Nate). It was lovely. A fluke I'm sure. But something I want to strive for. A king bed is only so big. 

Get ready more. Hair, makeup, the works (the works meaning shower). I thought I was doing better until yesterday when I went to meet Gabby and Izzy after school (9 and 10 yr old girls I watch before and after their school a few days a week). I showed up wearing makeup and decent clothes....nothing fancy. Izzy said, "So where did you go today?" "Nowhere." "Well where are you going tonight?" "Nowhere." "I don't believe you." 

Go to the beach. This also helps me on my big bucket list. I've never been to the Atlantic Ocean though I imagine its no too different. Cold water, sand everywhere, sun. I'll find out for sure. It's about a 3 hour drive and this summer we really need to do it. 

2 overnight trips away with just Nate. Our last trip together was a year ago. It was such a nice break we resolved to go on 2 this year. Doesn't need to be far or fancy. (I like fancy but for now I'm okay with anything.) Just no kids!

1 family vacation trip. We've never gone on a trip with just our family for the sole purpose of vacationing. 

Pay off car. This year. Somehow it will happen. Especially now that I'm babysitting a lot more. (Besides the 9 and 10 yr old I started watching cute 2 yr old Sayla most weekdays.) Paying student loans off is a goal for this decade. And probably the next. 

Decorate our home. At least to the point that it looks more homey than my freshman dorm. For now our wilting futon serves its purpose but we have zero pictures hung and I decided I don't want to add anything to our house unless it's something I really want to look at. No more ugly picture frames. More pillows. That sort of thing.

Buy some new shoes. Since my brand new running shoes hurt so bad I need a replacement pair. I lost my flip flops. I have no everyday shoes. And I need new church shoes. The last ones I bought was 5 years ago from Walmart for my student teaching. I went to the mall and not one pair of shoes works for me. I'm not picky I just need to make a drs appointment. Another goal. 

Run a mile. Big goal. I have never (that I can recall) ran an entire mile without walking part of it. Stair steppers I can do. Carrying 70 pounds of kids no problem. Running....really hard but something I want to do. Especially now that Nate is running 10 miles without another thought.

Spend 12 consecutive hours away from my kids. This would maybe be more of a goal I'm forcing upon Nathan as the point being he would have to be their sole care giver for that amount of time. Dare I say I  wish its not so easy for him either. He's an awesome dad and husband and helps out a ton. But so far hasn't had the opportunity to do/listen/say/repeat/fill/wipe up what I do all day long. And it's my fault. I really just need to admit I need a break as well as complete understanding. 

Grow out my hair. Or at least refrain from cutting in to my chin again. This will be a trial.

Go to bed earlier. Now its 11. Even 11:30. Striving for before 10. Because really what do I do during those hours that's worth the sacrifice of sleep?

Get out of the house more. This requires the sun to kick it into high gear soon. And the mosquitoes to  become extinct.

More patience, patience, patience. More patience with the girls. More patience with Nate. More patience with myself. 

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My Deepest Desire

So the post title sounds like one of the romance novels I make Nate pick up from the library for me. It takes special man who is secure enough in his masculinity to walk up to the librarians at his graduate school and leave with an armful of books titled Edenbrooke: a proper romance, The Silent Governess, Captive Heart, An Unexpected Love...and well you can imagine. (Yes, some of you might be gagging by now, but I admit I like a good romance novel. Especially when it's funny. Or suspenseful. But always when it's clean.) And if that's not enough I make him pick up a box of tampons on the way home. :) 

What is our deepest desire? Well ever since we watched a movie this Christmas, Nate and I have a dream of what we want Josie's future to look like. 


 It includes her having awesome Merida hair. 


Think it's possible?



I hope so!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Things to remember this Christmas:

Note: I just reread this. Sorry for the abundance of parentheses I used. (I just can't stop using them.)

1. The hunt for the perfect Christmas tree: Actually that didn't take too long. We found one short enough to be cheap but tall enough that the girls were willing to take it home. 

The two grizzly (possibly drunk) mountain-men tree guys got a kick out of the girls running around their tree lot. 
And the girls loved it when they "trapped" their tree.
In the end the hunt for the perfect Christmas tree did not compare to the great hunt for a Christmas tree stand. And since we refused to buy one more expensive than the tree, we spent an afternoon store-hopping trying to find a place that wasn't sold out of tree stands. 

2. Snow!:  Months ago when we started bribing Kendyl to be good with the possibilty of Santa delivering presents (don't tell me you've never done it. and if you truely haven't you're a better person than me), we told her it would be Christmas when it snowed. So when the tree was decorated and presents starting appearing under the tree Kendyl started getting very frustrated. She doesn't have a very good grasp on the concept of time yet. All she knew was if there's white stuff on the ground she could start unwrapping. She would look outside then throw herself on the ground and cry, "It is NEVER EVER going to be Christmas!!" Luckily on Christmas Eve we had the first snowfall. It was pretty magical to watch...if you were 2 or even 27. 
Being from CA I am totally okay with not experiencing a white Christmas. I hate snow. Hate having to bundle up to go outside. Hate hate hate cold. So I was happy that the first "snow" was a couple flakes that never stuck. And happy Kendyl got her snow.
A few days later it snowed a little harder and at our friends house the girls were able to make a little snowman. Still there 24 hours later.
(See dot of white in the center)

3. Target wedding registry shopping for ourselves: Because that's what it felt like. Total deja vu from five years ago. "Is this blender worth the extra money? What about this toaster? How do you feel about this color for measuring cups?" And if it wasn't for the two wild toddlers we brought along (never again) it seriously felt like registering for our wedding. Except for round 2 we weren't fighting the entire time. :-) I admit I was a little OCD the first time around about our kitchen color combination and getting the right look by having matching stainless steel toasters and blenders. I have now come to the conclusion that function matters more. And who cares if my towels match since I'll be replacing them someday. (And if you are reading this and have no idea why I'm talking about rebuying all my wedding gifts it's because that's what we've desperately needed to do since we got rid of 80% of everything we owned to move here 8 months ago.) So after buying two shopping cartfuls of house-goods I am excited to announce we are a fully functioning household. It sounds cliché but it really does put a smile on our faces every time we fill up a REAL glass of water, sit down to eat dinner, eating off of a REAL plate, with REAL utensils, eating food we made with our REAL measuring cups, REAL bowls and pots, and REAL knives. A novel idea I know. Feel free to come over to eat whenever! And if you want to stay over we even have extra towels now.

4. Presents!: Since it was our first Christmas at our own home we wanted to make sure we the girls had an amazing Christmas. We felt we owed it to them because of the crazy year they've gone through. The night before as we were wrapping things we've slowly saved for, collected, and bought over the last few months we were surprised how much we had to wrap. (Also thanks to both our parents who contributed to the abundance under our tree.) So all in all the girls had a fabulous Christmas. 98% of the presents under the tree were for them. The bar for next year is probably set a little too high. I did alright with a stocking full of my two favorites, Nutella and Ruby Red Grapefruit juice. 

p.s. Whoever can't guess Kendyl's color obsession (and I do mean obsession) from the following pictures you are invited to her room and you can experience it there. (Think Emerald City goes purple.) I even had to buy her a new pack of underwear all in purple because I was doing laundry way too often to accommodate her wearing the one pair she had before. Since purple and pink things are normally packaged together by default Josie has been assigned pink. But even though the girls got many of the same presents (thank goodness) we even had to do a couple last minute present swaps depending on the ratio of pink and purple a gift had. 
Josie's loot-
Kendyl's loot-
The aftermath:
Our house looks like an explosion of girl. 
Maybe someday we'll have to switch gears and do the blue and Lego thing. Not this year!

5. New Years!: On New Year's Eve I told Nathan, "Aren't you excited to end the last day of the worst year of our married life so far?" And we were. It truly has been a hard one and we are grateful to put it behind us. At the same time we have so many things to be grateful for at the start of this one. We feel so very blessed by many, many small things (and big things) we now enjoy.

We celebrated with sparking cider at 11:15pm. Despite our big plans to make it until 12 (yet to on a New Year's Eve since we've been married) we failed and went to sleep. We wanted to make it extra special this year so earlier that day we took the girls to Cafe Rio and made a trip to Target (bytheway we now live 2 minutes away so we frequent there often) and each picked out a treat. The girls ate their purple popsicles, went to bed, and we started another marathon of Hogan's Heroes. Ever since Nate got it that's all we ever watch anymore. We woke really late and then I went shopping! First time in years I've actually gone shopping at the mall with a decent amount of money to spend. What I really wanted to find were some cute boots and I found a lot of good options (for other people with normal feet). I have come to the sad conclusion that I will never buy another pair of shoes in my lifetime. Or I should just make a doctor's appointment. By some miracle Nate entertained the girls in the mall for A FEW HOURS and no one including Nathan 1) ran away 2) was lost 3) abducted or 4) kicked out.

6. Our new apartment: We love love love it! But that's another post for another day. 

Hope your Christmas season was as good to you as ours was to us!

Thursday, December 27, 2012

I promise I'll update soon

It's not for a lack of crazy happenings going on. Just for a lack of another hand. 

Who can find 8 things wrong with this picture? Answers below.












1. Mom is not in her housewear. 2. She is wearing makeup, 3. heels, 4. and a uh...bra. 5. Swap calculator for her own (!!!) new smart phone (!!!). 6. Switch screaming diapered baby for two high-demanding but potty trained toddlers. (Which is easier? I might choose a napping baby.) 7. Replace vacuum for duster (me and my vacuum spend a lot of time together these days) (also dusting requires furniture). 8. Despite the evolutionary process of adaptation she still only has two hands. 


If you guessed the smile was wrong, you are wrong. Who isn't perfectly happy after moving to a new ginormous apartment. By ginormous I mean I actually have to get off my bed in order to touch all four walls. Wahoo! Life is great. 

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

My mini soapbox

Photography by Kendyl 
(Whenever she hijakes my camera I get loads of random ones.
Found this one taken weeks ago and it kind of goes with my post.
I just looked down and realized I am wearing the same outfit. So sad.)

A few days ago I read this. I loved it. I absolutely agree. In my own way I totally call myself a feminist. I even try to make sure I drive the car 50% of the time when Nate's in it. (To Nathan this is the only downside to my “feminism”. He hates the way I drive. But then I hate the way he drives.)

However I’ve struggled a lot putting to words how I feel about the roles of men and women in the sphere of parenthood.

So I especially loved this part. (But read the whole article. Disagree if you want.) It’s exactly what I’d come to the conclusion of not so long ago.

C. Jane: Somehow those same old gender roles had crept into our marriage and we were equating my husband’s job with motherhood which was painfully false. Fatherhood and motherhood are equal pairs. We both should never, ever sleep again. (insert: smiley face)

I've generally never really struggled with the idea of thinking women were less important with men. But I do struggle with the fact that other people might think it. Especially days when I pass a group of women in their pencil skirts and perfectly made-up faces while I drag a screaming 2 year-old in my ratty jeans and unwashed hair. On the really hard days thoughts will creep in questioning the worth of it all. 

I know women are divine. We are mothers. We are strength. We are love. We are partners of God raising His children.

But most days being a Mom doesn’t seem like all that great a job. Because (sometimes  to myself and others) it is equated to the titles of Nanny, Cook, and Cleaner. What’s so divine about being an unpaid maid? And what’s so incredible about feeding little kids mac and cheese? Not much.

And Dad’s role is to Work. A role often viewed (sometimes by myself and others) as a more important role in comparison to Nanny, Cook, and Cleaner.

Early on it seemed so black and white. Nathan went to school and had a job. I stayed at home, did laundry, tried to make dinner, kept the house as clean as possible and the babies alive. I was mostly successful.

And when I read blogs where Moms would say: "I have a choice. I can either clean or be a Mom. I just can’t do both. I can’t have it all. So I'll leave the dishes for another day and snuggle with my child." I used to scoff and think, "Who are you trying to kid? Of course you can do both. You’re just not motivated enough. Its not one or the other. Get off your bum and load the dishwasher."

But then things got shook up a little bit. The babies aren’t babies anymore. Some of their needs went down which made life a little easier- nursing, diapers, spoon feeding, but other things are getting much harder. The real Mom stuff- disciplining, teaching, nurturing (how to use potties, how to share, why we should keep our clothes on, why we shouldn’t hit or scratch, what happens when we yell, how to be kind, what we shouldn’t say to the random lady in the store, why we shouldn’t take the candy from store without paying, how to ask a question appropriately, how to play by ourselves, why we shouldn’t hang on Mommy’s neck, why we need to clean up our mess, what happens when we don’t clean it up, why we should listen to Mom and Dad, what happens when we scream in the car, how to put our own buckles on, how to brush our teeth, how to pray, what happened when we dance during prayers…I could go on and on and on) all the while testing the outer limits of my patience and emotional stability.

Too many days the house is a disaster by the time Nate gets home and dinner is never made. Ever. Most days I literally cannot keep the house clean and cook dinner with children in the house. Some days I’d rather have a Real Job. That seems more physically do-able. Because for someone with the title of Nanny, Cook, and Cleaner I am not living up to my job description. I am a failure. And I’m just too tired to fix it.

But one day I came to the conclusion like many people before me (who I scoffed at….so sorry) I can’t do it all. It stinks. I don’t like having a messy house. Actually I hate it. But for now its okay! I don’t have to be a Nanny, Cook, and Cleaner. Nowhere in the Proclamation to the Family does it says my role is to cook and keep the bathroom Lysol clean. And nowhere in the Proclamation to the Family does it say that Nate shouldn’t cook dinner and help tidy up. (Which most days he gladly does) Our roles are to be Mothers and Fathers and together, "rear [our] children in love and righteousness, to provide for their physical and spiritual needs, and to teach them to love and serve one another, observe the commandments of God, and be law-abiding citizens wherever they live." We each have "divine designs" and for our family now, most of my day are spent at home and most of Nathan’s are spent at  an office but that doesn’t mean we can’t be co-CEOs in ALL the duties of our home. So I’ll do the laundry (Nathan hates doing it, and I hate it when he tries) but I don’t find much joy out of cooking (and luckily Nathan is willing and very able). And together we'll tackle everything else.

Duh Liesel! I know. It seem so obvious. But with this realization I’m able to let go a whole lot of guilt I have when Nathan walks in the door to a mess and uncooked beef defrosting on the counter. I am not a failure. I’m a Mom with little kids who simply need Mom. Mom the Teacher and Mom the Nurturer, not Mom the Maid. (Though I would love a cleaner house. And so I’m still trying to figure out I way to have that too.)

…………….

Elder Cook: "Our doctrine is clear: Women are daughters of our Heavenly Father, who loves them. Wives are equal to their husbands. Marriage requires a full partnership where wives and husbands work side by side to meet the needs of the family."

Elder Holland: "Do the best you can through these years, but whatever else you do, cherish that role that is so uniquely yours and for which heaven itself sends angels to watch over you and your little ones. Husbands—especially husbands—as well as Church leaders and friends in every direction, be helpful and sensitive and wise. Remember, 'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.'”

Dear Santa


Dear Santa,

I want purple makeup. I want a present with purple makeup. I want a kitchen. And a car. I want something that’s fluffy so I can go to sleep and not be scared. An animal that’s fluffy. I want a really big thing that I can wear so I won’t be cold. I want an umbrella so the rain won’t get on my head. And maybe a purple soccer ball. And a mask so I can be scary. And Josie wants one too. I want a different costume. I want a new I-pod. I want a really cool big dress. I really want something thats good. I want a doghouse for my dog that I want. I want a ring. I want a really fluffy pillow with feathers. I want a purple watch. I want a really good something to put inside my bedroom. Maybe a door.  And maybe a matching big blankie for mine and Josie’s bed. And a balloon for my birthday. I want a light. And I want a chocolate water bottle.

Love, Kendyl

I just let her ramble on. Some of these things I heard for the first time. Others she been talking about forever. And some she will not get (a dog...never ever). But she is her mother's daughter. Wanting a new kitchen, a car, makeup, clothes, and a chocolate water bottle (whatever the heck that is it sounds pretty good). 

Lets hope Santa doesn't read the archives of this blog to see how naughty or nice she's been this year. Because even though she's naked dumping fruit loops on my bed right now, she is pretty cute.