It was a great Christmas this year. I would be posting pictures, but that will have to come later. Our computer got a virus and it killed the poor thing. I was able to get all that I know I cared about off of it, so I'm good there. We thought it also ruined Harley's new ipod touch, thank goodness it didn't. We went to Best Buy and they reset it and fixed it for us. I decided to look at the computers, I was hating mine at the moment. It has been a great computer for the past 6 years, but I am done with it to tell you the truth. I found several I like and ended up buying one I love (thank you Nanny and Papa). So I am slowly trying to get my stuff transferred from my old computer that I saved, but I have to relearn how to work on the computer. This runs a newer version of windows, and let me tell you it is different. I am getting there and hopefully I soon will have pics to put up ab out our Christmas. But if not, it was one of the best in my book.
Logan decided it would be fun to play in the dog kennel. I decided to get a few pictures and make up a story about getting lock in the kennel. She really had a good time and invited the dogs to join her. The declined by running and hiding, a little rude I think. She was stuck for a moment as I snapped pictures, because I was in front of the door. I scared her for a second and then I moved. She started laughing and continued her fun. And That is how we get the rules of Aunt Chelsey's house.
At first your naughty and get put in the "CAGE"
You quickly realize you lot in life, but hold out hope
Finally you are broken and contemplate being a good child.
This week has been one crazy, tiring week. I still have a million things left to do, but won't. I have helped my Mom clean twice this week, she has a big dinner Sunday. I've gotten Scott ready for the hunt, ran kids to their things, dealt with grumpy (post Thanksgiving) kids, grocery shopping, and every other little thing I can't think of. I need a weekend of nothingness. To bad my house needs a good cleaning and Christmas decorations up.
It's hard for me to watch as my kids grow up and face difficult things in their lives. I constantly am thankful that there is nothing out of the "norm" for us to deal with, but life is hard. It is hard to stand by and watch as other children, and especially friends, are hurtful to your child. I am working really hard to let them grow and become strong people, to let them stand on their own, to grow thick skin, and remember to do their best and not worry about what others think and just be happy with doing what they feel is right. I wish I could protect them and shelter them from it all, but what good would that do. I try to listen, sympathize and give advice when asked. I am grateful my kids come to me with their problems and are comfortable talking with me about things. I am blessed with sweet loving children, who sometimes have the horns holding up the halo. I just hope that I can be the Mom they need and deserve. I hope they know I love them and have their best outcome in mind. I sure love my kids. It makes me think of how hard it must be for Heavenly Father to watch us and not intervene on out behalf. Well being a parent isn't easy, but it is worth it.
I can't believe how quickly my kids are growing up. Last week Harley came home and informed me that she was asked out twice by a boy that day. She kept turning him down. I love that the thought of it repulses her. I was so not that way. My first "boyfriend" was in fourth grade. We went out for maybe a week. Didn't talk the whole time and I broke up with him for who knows what reason. Then he was my next boyfriend again in sixth grade and we held hands at Connie Mack and soon broke up after that awkward moment. I am thankful she like to talk to about these things. I hope that we can keep an open relationship. The second we don't I will be worried that she is not doing what she should. Oh, and I must add, Scott freaked out at the thought of a boy asking his baby girl out. He was not a happy camper. I love it, but it cracks me up too.
I have a lot of how comes running through my head, but I will focus on one. How come it is SOOO hard to motivate myself to work out. Then when I do I feel like a rock star. But then it is hard to do it again the next day. Why can't it be as addicting to me as it was in High School. Maybe not to that extreme, 2 to 3 workouts a day, but at least one. I realize that I have so much more to fill my life now and working out was my escape then. I am hoping to get back to working out faithfully, but motivation is something I severely lack. I'm hoping by the New year I will be ready to fork out the money for the gym and go with my friend at 4:30 in the morning. I know crazy, but I am way excited to. I know crazy. I just have to be ready to pay. I am making myself work out so many times a week at home and hopefully start getting up to do it at 4:30 at home. If I can prove to myself I will do it here, then it will be worth the money for the gym. Oh if only I would have appreciated my body before I had kids and didn't find every fault disgusting. I guess that is what happens when you are the biggest sister and have skinny, rockin' bodied sisters.
I started a new blog and a shop on Etsy http://scarycute.etsy.com . I hope it works if not, I'll have a stock pile of presents. I'm starting small and I'll see how it goes from there. Let me know what you think. Any input will be helpful, I can handle the truth (if it's good and if not lie, j/k). I decided to do things I wouldn't mind keeping and could give if it doesn't work out. My luck it won't, but it's worth a try.
Ok so there is not much of a creative side, but it will have to do. I have a great copy and make my own side, which feels creative to me. I am getting presents and things for myself done and here is a look at a few things I've been doing. I am in love with the chipboard word album books right now. I have seen many done and like few though. I have seen them premade on etsy selling for $35 and think it is crazy because they aren't as cute as I'd think they'd be for that much. So I will take what they have done and improve it to my liking. I also have made a nursing blanket for a friend of mine, which they are quite easy. I have forgotten how much I love to sew and put fabrics together. I think 90% of the fun for me is putting things together. There is something about taking fabrics, papers, or embellishments and mixing them up and pairing them to get a result you might not have seen in the first place. I know it sounds stupid, but I always wanted to be artistic and that was not a trait I was given, so this fills the void. I really need to get my sewing machine tuned up and quilting again. It is nice to take a little me time and feel creative, no matter how small it might be. Now if only I could get paid to do it, that would be perfect.
THE KIDS ARE BACK IN SCHOOL!!!! YES! It is crazy that I can love summer and weekends so much, but having sick kids home is a completely different story. I am glad to have a little peace and quiet, time to clean and let it stay clean for more then a minute, and the ability to run errands. I still am praying in the back of my mind that they stay well and stay at school. I have to run Harley some more cough syrup soon, but that is no biggie, except having to get ready when I am getting a lot further on my house then I thought I would. It is good to be back on schedule. Now to catch back up and get my growing list of things accomplished.
Last minute we decided to got trunk-r-treating and carve pumpkins. We knew what the kids wanted to be, but I slack not thinking we'd be well enough to go. Harley was a disco girl this year. We had her hair rolled in rags and threw together a last minute outfit, which included me running out and buying her a new pair of super-flare lagged jeans. She looked awesome, her hair looked like a bad wig, I loved it. Noah wanted to be a vampire, easy peasy. Black pants and shirt, a cape from Mom's dress-up and lipstick for blood. We have a plethora of fangs on hand. They had a good time, but now I am wondering if it was worth it. Harley is coughing so bad she is going to throw-up at last once by the end of the night. I might even have to take her into Urgent Care tomorrow if she doesn't get better. I am so tired of coughing sick kids. To make it worse, my poor kids have asthma problems which makes anything to do with breathing that much worse. I had thought Harley had outgrown it, but I am thinking twice now. Oh well, at least I had a little break tonight.
I just wanted to pass on an opportunity to help for anyone that is interested. I have told some of you about JJ. He is Jen Todd's sister's son. He was born with the liver out of his body in like a bubble or sac. They were unable to fix it until this summer, when he was able to go to Seattle and have it put back inside. He has recently turned three, and you can imagine how hard it has been for them to keep him from falling on or hurting his tummy for the last 3 years. Amy has had to stay home with him, and has been unable to work because he needs constant care. He can not go to a sitter or day care because his immune system is horrible and an cold or flu usually puts him into the hospital, not to mention the typical wrestling of a child could kill him because of the placement of his liver. They really struggled to get enough money to do the 1st surgery, but thanks to many friends and family they were able to raise the funds to go and have the procedure done. They went to Seattle and thought that their nightmare would be over. Unfortunately they found out that they would still need another surgery. JJ's has hernias that were not able to be fixed then, but need to be now. The hernias mean that he has a hole in the abdominal wall that causes his intestines to fall out into his scrotum, making it about the size of a small grapefruit.. as you can imagine, this is very painful for him. Since the surgery his liver is still protruding alot in his belly since they couldnt close the muscle wall all the way around it.. every day he has constant tummy aches and has not been able to gain ANY weight since the surgery, but now they need to check things out and decide if maybe he needs a permanent feeding tube surgically placed. They are supposed to go up to Seattle in November for the surgery, however they are having a hard time raising the funds to get there and get it done. They were at first denied Medicaid, but after an appeal Medicaid agreed to pay part of it. As you can imagine, this kind of surgery is an expensive ordeal. Poor Amy has said that she is so humiliated to have to beg for help, but that for the sake of her child she will do whatever it takes to make him well. I can not imagine how hard it must be. I have been so blessed to always be able to take care of my family, and then have support in times of need. She must come up with the rest of the money by the end of the month (yes- the end of this week) or the hospital will postpone it until next spring when the flu season is over. If you want to read some more about JJ or look at the pictures (found at the bottom of his blog) his blog is http://teamhelpjj.blogspot.com/ . Amy was thinking about starting a business before he was born, and had invested in some materials to make bows and watch bands. She is so tired of just asking for help that she would like encourage people to donate and she will send them one of the items, or you can buy some from her ( I think her bows are really cute).
I took Noah into the doctor yesterday, for my peace of mind. They ran a flu test and it came back negative. He has the croup, or however you spell it. We haven't had that it years. He used to get it all the time when he was little and I thought he had outgrown it. Apparently not. They gave him medicine to take the swelling down in his throat and a steroid to inhale for the next two months, boo. I gave him his medicine last night knowing it would be at least 'til this morning for it to even start to help. I got him a humidifier, which we got rid of and haven't needed for several years. He slept like a baby, I slept like the mother of a baby waking to every sound and movement. I didn't want a repeat of last night. He didn't wake up all night and has felt much better today. Now all he can think about is playing in the snow. He is still extremely horse, but is eating again and as happy as can be. Harley is back at school and I have a small piece of sanity back, not that there was much in the first place. I am glad it was something we could give him medicine for and be on the mend quickly and not wait out the flu.;)
Last night was our worst of the flu yet. I woke up to Noah stirring and thought I'd just lay there and see how he was doing, I'd been asleep maybe and hour. He quick fidgeting, or so I think, and I fell back to sleep. An hour later I wake up to him making noises and decide to go check on him. He is having such a hard time breathing that he is freaking out, puking all over the place, and freaking out some more. I tried to calm him down and get him his inhaler and ibuprofen. He just kept throwing up and choking on his breaths. I ran a hot bath and had him hop in. It helped things a little with the inhaler, but not as much as I would have liked. He got out of the tub and I lathered him up with menthol, still not the desired result. I was about ready to head to the emergency room when I decided to try sitting out in the cool, really cold, night air. It is about 2 in the morning now and you could tell by the color of the sky it was going to snow at some point, perfect for a sore dry throat. I bundled him up in countless blankets and only had his head peeking out. Then I held him, like so many time when he was little, out on the porch and prayed that this would finally work. It helped a ton. After things were under control, he crawled in bed and fell asleep until 6 this morning. I gave him more medicine and would only sleep on my floor, it felt the best there to him. He only slept a few more hours and I doubt he'll take a nap today. Hopefully tonight will be better. Maybe all the fresh snow coming down that he has collected and eaten will help tonight. At least Harley is feeling better and will be back to school tomorrow.
It is official the flu has hit our house. It sticks! I hate the kids, really any of us, being sick. It brings out the compulsion to scrub the house ten fold. At least the strong, and I mean strong, smell of a freshly cloroxed house, well bathrooms, makes me feel a little better. Now I have nagging kids and no desire to deal with their petty fights. I know they wouldn't be happening if they felt well, but it still stinks. I am also sad now, because that puts off seeing Nanny that much longer. I had hoped to visit her today when the kids were at school, but alas it is not to be. It is better I stay away until all traces of illness are gone. The upside is I get to visit teach over the phone and not feel so guilty about it, because it is something I struggle with anyways. Well off to put out the fires of contention.
For Halloween this year I decided to make gingerbread houses. I miss decorating them with the kids each Christmas, and find the excuse not to because mom make trains for them. So I decided to do Spooky Houses at Halloween instead. I saw possibilities in all the candies. My favorites had to be the disgusting rats.
I should start with the kids having Friday off of school last week, so in the morning we went to the pumpkin patch. The kids had a blast and got filthy dirty. We met Brittani, Britany, Christi, and a bunch of other people there. The kids were also thrilled because Kinz and Micah were over that morning and were able to go with us. Then, in the afternoon it was decorating haunted houses time with the Allredo's and Kaylee. The kids had a blast and I enjoyed the house filled with the smell of fresh baked gingerbread. The kids favorite part, I believe, was all the candy to eat (sugar rush). The crazy thing is I want to do it again for Christmas. We'll see though once the craziness is upon me.
One of the ups or downs (depending on how you look at it) of owning a home is the constant improvements. When we moved in we noticed that the window in Harley's room was extremely drafty. Upon further inspection we noticed that there was a pane not sealed to the frame, thus letting a ton of air in. Scott sealed it and there was a big improvement. Needless to say, we still need to update our windows. Last night Scott tore out Harley's window and put in a new one. It wasn't an easy task considering the brick on the front of the house. Tonight we will finish with squirting in some insulation and sealing it shut. Then I will get around to repainting the spots that need it, eventually. It is amazing the difference already, and it has holes around the entire window that need to be sealed off. Thank goodness it was a warm night. Now we just have five more windows to go, the 2 big kitchen windows are next on our list. Although, before that we are re-tiling our bathroom because we have empty space from putting in a new shower. I love making it OUR home, but at times it hate the work (or more the mess) that comes with it. Here is a list of things we have yet to do
stain and recover the kitchen table and chairs finish painting the house (i'm a little burnt out) recover the swing out back redo pretty much the whole yard replace carpet with new carpet and hopefully wood floors replace all windows get a work shed out side for Scott, and clear up much needed garage space replace the roofing over the deck update door knobs and hinges update heater vents add outside lighting change address on house for 6I2 to 612 and on and on
Well it is officially done and I'm up to blogging about it. I show up Thursday for my appointment and go in to get it over with (that is all I cared about). They sit me down and go over all the worst case scenarios (not a good idea with me, j/k I just ignored what they said and nodded yes). Then they start the numbing process. The left side is first. I feel no numbing, maybe a little. So we move to the right side to give it some time. The right side is numb and my left side is normal. So they numb my pallet, not comfortable. Still normal on the left, so they try and numb it again. This time it works. I'm not sure if it was nerves or what but I was feeling shaky in the head the more they numbed me, probably trying to not think of the needles.
They get started on the right side. Everything goes pretty smoothly, but I am thinking "why didn't I get the gas or put out, these sounds are gross. What if my teeth start moving back now. I don't want gaps. Maybe I should get a retainer made." The love thoughts that go on in my brain. Before I know it the right side is over and done with. On to the left. My top tooth didn't want to come so easily, but with patient work Cam gets it out. He laughs at why it is so difficult, my roots decided to curve not once but twice. This made it difficult to get out, but he did it. But then I had some sharp bone sticking out from it, so he began to file it down (and beat me up, not really). It was hurting to get it filed, but I was still numb. Weird but true. It was making my cheek sore and the pressure was giving me a headache. But he got it done. Then the bottom tooth didn't seem to bad to get out, but then I had some roots break off. A normal tooth has two roots, mine had four and two broke off a little in my mouth. So, Cam had to get those out. Now I should also note, I have a small mouth that is hard to work in normally, let alone to be yanking my teeth out. Everything worked out in the end and I was swelling quickly. I tried call Mom on my way home to pick up my meds, I didn't want to go long without pain meds. I couldn't get a hold of her so I went to Walgreen's myself. I really didn't want to drop it off and come back later, so I went in a dropped it off. I was a sight, swollen mouth, dried blood on my lips and tongue, not able to talk, with an ice pack to boot (I probably looked like I was on the losing end of a fight). They felt bad a were grossed out so they quickly filled my prescription to get me out of there.
I came home and took my medicane and tried to rest. Now I know I am allergic to Lortab after having projectile puke that night. Luckily advil and ice packs took care of the pain. I didn't bruise like Cam thought I would. And, so far I haven't got dry socket, like I am convinced I will. So slowly I am feeling better, my headache is going to go away someday, but that is nothing new, and eventually my cheek will go back to normal and I can open my mouth fully again. Donna did have us over for Navajo Tacos tonight, which was worth working the jaw out and getting food in my nasty wounds that I can't think about or touch without wanting to throw-up.
It has already started out to be a crazy day. Wake up all to early, get Scott fed and lunch ready for work, shower, get kids up, get us all ready, kids fed and lunches made, hop in the car, drive to Scott's work (30 mins away) so kids can get their flu shots, drive home, get their backpacks, drive to school, check them in, come home, call Brittani to see how the sickly are doing, let dogs out, clean dishes, make beds, straighten house, get dinner in the crock pot, eat breakfast, take a break to blog. Now I need to vacuum the house, go over the floors, touch up any messes with Clorox wipes (door knobs & light switches), get dance bag and soccer clothes ready for kids, try not to have too much anxiety over getting teeth out, unload dishwasher (if the dishes are done in time), go to dentist to get rid of my annoying wisdom teeth (which don't make you any smarter, so what is their point), relax and be drugged up so I don't feel to much pain, deal with kids until Harley goes to dance (KG practice and hip hop class) and Noah until Scott gets home to take him to soccer. I hope they don't have much homework, because I don't know how well that will go over. So hopefully Scott has a good day at work, patience with the kids and the kids are good to help him out so they don't try his patience. OR even better, getting my teeth out isn't all that bad. Well back to my check list.
As I get the house back in order today and clean the hand prints off the windows, I am a little sad. It was SO much fun having Steph and the kids here. I enjoyed their company, the scrap booking, the frequent trips to Hobby Lobby, and all the other great things. I will miss my little Diva and Monkey boy, grunting his wants and needs. I am glad that they were able to come and visit. I also so glad that my brothers have given me three more sisters that I enjoy having around and give me the cutest nieces and nephews in the world. I am lucky. Sorry to everyone else out there, but I do have the cutest, and that includes ALL of them. As much as I would love to keep playing around with girls, pretending to scrapbook and chasing kids, it is time to get back to reality. After a tiring day of subbing yesterday I begin to tackle a house in much need of some TLC. I need it in order before Thursday before I get my wisdom teeth out, so I can relax after it is done no matter how I feel. I am just excited to get the stupid things taken out, finally. So it is back to laundry and the reality of being a house wife and mom.
I'm late posting this, but it has been crazy and we just had Harley's party. Since we were at Powell this year and really didn't get to do anything for her birthday, since it was the day to head home we celebrated it before, on and after. Before we left we let her open a present. She got a camera this year and I wanted her to capture Lake Powell through her eyes. Then she had cake the night before her birthday, thanks Uncle Mark. Then on her birthday morning she opened a few presents. To finish it all off this last weekend Kaylee and Harley had a combine party that included a sleepover Thursday night and then Big Bounce, lunch and cake. It was a small group. the sleepover was for Kaylee, Jacei, and Harley. The party also included the Allred kids, the Nygren boys, and Haylie Nygren. It was a ton of fun and as always she was spoiled to death. Happy Birthday Har-Bug I cant believe you're ten. Time flies too quickly.
We head out for Powell with a van full of crap. We are able to take our time and stop for lunch and stretch our legs in Blanding. We arrive at Halls Crossing and have to wait for Jon to pick us up so Scott and the kids play in the lake and jump off the dock 'till Gramps arrives. I am a bum and sit and wait to get picked up, I fell terrible. Jon and Susan arrive (his new wife we meet for the first time). We load up and head off the the house boat. First impression on Susan is that she is very nice and is completely in love with Jon. We unload the boat to the houseboat with all our crap and Noah can't wait to play so he is off the slide countless time and just a plain wild man. I think WHO is this kid? He is not being timid at all. We finish and find a beach to park the house boat on, dig the anchors and set up. Amber and Jeff are having to get the trailer for the toys fixed, luckily they catch it before they are on the road or a disaster would have happened. They are delayed a day. The next day is lazy and kick back. The Nielson's arrive. There also is Jon's and Susan's friends that come down that morning, Skin (Grant) and Cathy. We all just hang out and play. It is a nice relaxing day and we are able to get to know Susan better. She is so nice and so much fun. The best part is that she and Jon have a blast and truly are in love. She was the little mother hen of the trip and it made me feel like a bum, but was nice 'cause I still was not feeling well. We took the kids tubing and realized the ski boat didn't sound good. Yep, it broke, well not totally but we didn't want to finish it off, so it was parked. That night was a HUGE storm. Probably no the worst, but the worst I've been in. The anchors washed out and the house boat was headed fr the shore line sideways. Everyone jumped into gear, even me. It was off to reset the anchors, add two more, and fish the ones missing out of the water (in the only pair of pj's I brought). We got that settled and rescued. Then the boat was banging up against the houseboat and we needed to move it. Next thing I know Scott is in the ski boat floating away and can't start the motor. He is headed for the houseboat next to us.Amber and I run to warn them and get help. Once again in the water, we drag the boat back to our house boat and tie it up. The raining stops and we try to settle the kids, who's nerves are shot by now. As soon as they fall asleep it rains again and we have to move them to a more sheltered spot (I'm getting tired just thinking of it all). Nerves were on edge and tempers were high, but we all came out good. Then it was playing fun and more visitors. Gramps friends, Delbert and Chase, Trent, Wade Hussy, Mark and Anna (his friend). Luckily Delbert brought a small jet boat which helped out a tons. Loosing the ski boat only slowed us down in some ways. We still had a ton of fun on the water toys and around the houseboat. Scott even drug the kids around on the tube behind the wave runner and ended up getting a couple pricey tickets for doing so (the grand total of $330). Those tubes were and the slide were the things most used this trip. I had a great time hanging out with Amber. There was tons of fishing too. The kids had a blast with their cousins (as always) and it was good to see Mark. It was a blast despite a few setbacks.
I have to admit I was not all that excited about going. We had found out that Jon (Scott's Dad) had remarried and didn't want anyone to know, we couldn't help but wonder what she was going to be like (hopefully better then the last). A divorce was going on and both parents were going to be there, was it going to get ugly because we are all trapped (so to say) on a small house boat? Will Scott and I do something wrong, again, to tick the siblings off that usually stints from insecurities and things that are perceived that we are causing? These were the worries on my mind. My family was headed to the mountains to celebrate my Dad's 60th without us and I was bummed. I flat out had a bad attitude. I was tired of felling betrayed by those I thought new me better and wished they could see we would not intentionally be vindictive. I tried to have a good attitude and told myself that Scott was always around my family and it was his turn to be with his family. I was the fair thing to do, besides he LOVES Lake Powell. We are getting ready to go and I get sick. Which by the way doesn't help the attitude. I go to Urgent Care to make sure I don't have strep, which I don't, and head out of town. So, how does the trip go?...
We decided to head up for Colorado to camp one night when Scott and Grant had a Monday off. We headed up Wild Cat Canyon. It was gorgeous up there. Tons of raspberry bushes, unfortunately they weren't ready to pick yet. It was Mique's first camping trip and she did pretty good. The kids had a blast and we had the pleasure of taking Dec with us. Unfortunately, the smoke messes with my camera every time and my pictures are a bit blurry. We had great tin foil dinners. The kids pigged out on junk and messed around. I'll admit it wasn't the best night's sleep because I didn't want to mess with the cots. The next morning we got up and moving and my stomach was killing me. All I wanted to do was go home, but the kids wanted to hike. Scott took the kids to the river to walk around and they were good with that. It wasn't anything big, but it was fun. Probably the best thing to come from it was the kids getting to camp out in the backyard after we cleaned the tent out. They were up all night talking and playing, but it was cute and Scott and I let it go as one of the last hurrahs before school started back up.