Life with kids is never dull

The more time passes, the more I don't want to write on my blog, because I'm too far behind.  But then I thought- Hey it doesn't have to be something  spectacular- right?  I have many things I'd like to post from the past few months, but today I'll start simple.

Today I'm grateful for my kids and the entertainment they provide.  I'm not the most exciting person in the world, so I'm glad I have my husband and kids to liven things up.  For example:

Andrew and Sara were discussing the hauntings in Santaquin.  Their conversation in the car went something like this:
Andrew: Family Tree is haunted.
Sara: Our school is too.
Andrew:  Yea, someone said they saw a Kleenex floating in the air.
Sara: I saw a ghost once in our house- out of the corner of my eye.  She was reading our books.
Andrew (seriously contemplating):  Hmm...  It must have been an angel that was off task.  The angel that is supposed to be guarding you got off task reading our books.

Ha ha- I hope our guardian angels don't get off task when we really need them!

Mac has been the one who has kept me on my toes the most though (besides the baby that wants constant attention- day and night):

One day I walked into the bathroom and caught him peeing in the garbage can.  He looked at me with a guilty look  of  "I've been caught".  I gasped, "What are you doing?!"  "Do you want a red hand print on that bare bum of yours?!"  and he said giggling, "Yea!" so... that's what he got.  He looked at me in shock like that wasn't the red hand print he was expecting.  Not sure what he was thinking he was going to get.   No wonder my bathrooms had been smelling like pee.

Mac also decided to put small legos up his nose too.  Why?  I'm not sure.  I heard screaming, "Mom, get the lego out of my nose!"  We had the tweezers, blowed... for quite a while.  Finally I held down one nostril and told him to blow really hard... and it shot out.  Good- I didn't want to go to the doctor.

He decided to dump out all of the salt and pepper out of the shakers the other day- all over the table and my laptop- luckily it was shut.

He colored on our carpet and window sills downstairs.

Just yesterday he told me that he saw elves watching him.  Yes, it was wonderful!  He tried so hard to obey and help out.  But apparently the elves left, because he decided to throw rocks at our basement window and broke one.  Then he told me that Andrew taught him that... I said, "No he didn't".  Then he said Sara taught him that.  "No she didn't"  Then he said Will taught him that.  Ha ha.  Then he went up stairs and grabbed  one of the No David books and showed me that he did what David did in the book.  Ya- I told him that that book was about David being naughty not nice.  I'm not sure if Mac will make it on the nice list this year.

When I call to Mac from another room, "What are you doing?" and it's something naughty he says, "Don't look at me Mom"--which he just did as I'm writing this, so I better finish this up.

Someday I'm going to look back on these experiences and think they are sooo funny- especially when my grandkids are doing the same thing!

All of that said (and much more that wasn't said), I love my kids.  They are my blessings with creative minds and strong personalities.  There is never a dull moment in our house.

Mac put this sticker on cute little Will.  Will must never be left alone with his brother.

Summer Blessings

Since the baby's been born it's been hard to find time to write.  Well, I've had time since I sit and hold him lots and lots (that's what he loves), but it's hard to type one handed.  Right now he's napping in his bed- yes!  He is such a cute, sweet thing, but he wears me out.  I love those rare occasions when he naps in his bed for more than 5 minutes.  So, here are some of our blessings over the past few months; the number 1 blessing being William of course!

 Number 2 being the wonderful people who have helped us out, especially my mom, dad, sister, and mother-in-law.  Will wore my mom out too; he's not what you would call a great sleeper :)  

Will was a pretty fussy baby, but he's much happier now (another HUGE blessing for us).  Look how cute he is.  He has little dimples too.

Number 3 and 4 being Mac and a good dad that plays with him.  It was Mac's birthday.  He's 4 years old.

 Number 5 and 6 being Sara who is a great helper to me and a new niece/cousin who finally made it here.

 Number 7 being Andrew who is growing up fast.  He turned 9 years old.

Number 8 being the chance we've had to take some vacations even with a baby.

Number 9 being that I feel SOOOOO much better!  Yay!

Maybe I'll be better at posting things now, but no promises.  I'm still trying to get used to the 4 kid thing, especially the high maintenance baby that we all love so much!

2 More Weeks...

It's no secret how I've been feeling this pregnancy, but despite it I know it's a blessing.  So... before the baby comes and I'm extra busy I thought I'd share a picture of our cute baby.  Yes, I know they all look the same in pictures like this.  I love ultrasound time; it's a time where the baby is a reality and shows us the miracle of life.  It's amazing how complex our bodies are and how it seems to all work out.  After all of my ultrasounds I've always wondered how people could ever say there was no God.  What?!  It's amazing...  I keep trying to remind myself of this blessing when I feel lousy.

One other blessing during this time is definatly the people who have put up with me and helped me... mainly my family (especially Tavish).  Sara likes to write me cards and notes.  Here is one she wrote me when I had one of my many colds that I've had over the past months.  I just thought it was cute.  It's two papers stapled together with tissues inside for me to blow my nose.

October

Yes, I know it's way late to post something clear from October, but right now we just survive at our house- no extra stuff like blogs, making nice dinners, crafts (not that I do that anyway)...just surviving.  I do have some great blessings though despite my bad attitude and lack of motivation for anything.


October:
It was our anniversary and Tavish of course knew of my bad attitude, lack of motivation, and morning sickness.  He said he had a surprise, private dinner and movie planned with the help of friends.  Grandma Bobby came to watch the kids and we took off in the car going to his "special place".  We drove around nowhere for a while and I was thinking we were lost.  I was telling him he should have printed off a map and that I was worried about putting other people out to make our night special (which would just make me uptight)...  Anyway, we drove around a while and ended up back at our house.  Then I realized that the special place was our house with our kids and my mother-in-law.  Tavish usually is lousy at keeping secrets, but he did a good job this time. The kids were all dressed up in their Sunday clothes, the table was set with candles, romantic music going... it was the cutest thing ever.  The kids were the waiters and Grandma helped serve the food that Tavish bought earlier.  Aww, of course I cried.  It was so sweet.  I couldn't have asked for a better anniversary.  I should have taken a picture, but you know, that's one of those extra things I just don't do much of.  I took some pictures later of the dinner menu Tavish had made though.  He's so thoughtful.

Awesome

Now, Awesome isn't a word I use too much for some reason, maybe I'm too big of a nerd for that; I don't know.  But, at my parents house there was a book called The Book of Awesome in the bathroom.  It's a book written by a guy who started a blog listing little things that make him or other people happy- awesome things.  There were things like: hitting several green lights in a row, hearing ice crackle in a glass, bubble wrap... and he explains why.  I just kept reading it, laughing... thinking, "Yea, that is pretty cool" (since I don't use the word awesome).  I came home and found his blog:  http://1000awesomethings.com.  You will have to read some of it; it makes you see the bright side of life.

Anyway, last night I realized something awesome:  Laying by a 3 year old in his small, uncomfortable bed with his body glued to yours (with a big pregnant belly) then moving to your own comfortable bed after he falls asleep.  Awww- Awesome!  That's what happened to me last night.  It felt so good to get back into my bed and I honestly thought, "That is Awesome.  I just found an Awesome moment."

Blessing of the day: My soft, roomy, cool, bed