Showing posts from March, 2010

Need I ask?

Mama’s Losin’ It Challenge1.) Ask someone who loves you what one of your weaknesses is.One of my 8 year old sons is the king of superlatives.  If there is something I fail to do once, and he feels a need to complain about it, he starts off with, “you never…” or “you always…” or something like it.  Today I got “you never let us have school lunch!”  So, there we have it, one of my weaknesses told very confidently from a loved one.  The thing is, he just had school lunch yesterday and if I could afford it, he’d have it every day because I do not like making lunches!  At least what I send is probably healthier than the things he’d choose at school.  I remember eating cafeteria food and wondering who in the world actually eats beets or that nasty stringy lemon flavored cooked spinach?  I’d always leave those poisons alone and eat the roll, or whichever colored Soylent they were serving that day.

On ice

Even with the time change the boys still got up early today.  I slept in as best I could for a Sunday morning and had a lovely bowl of Honeycomb while the boys played downstairs.  Isaac finally made his way upstairs, having spent the morning watching Follow Me Boys, the Disney movie about boy scouts, with his brothers.  Lately, he’s been trying to prove that he’s “older” by watching whatever movie his 8 year old brothers are watching even if he doesn’t like it.  Follow me Boys would definitely fall under that category.  Chris had just gotten home from his meetings when Isaac came upstairs in a bit of a ticked-off mood.  I was in my room trying to get ready for church when Isaac was in this emotional state.  He came to the top of the stairs, walked straight to the kitchen, up to the refrigerator, opened the freezer door and put Luke Skywalker on the shelf.  He then said, “I don’t want anyone to take him out of the freezer, ever!”   You see, Luke’s been living on the 3rd shelf of the fr…


My husband, Chris, sent me this link to an interview on the Today show with the Staker family.  It’s a miraculous story worth hearing.  Chris had served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Ukraine from 1994-1996 and served as a missionary companion with baby Bronson’s father, Matt.  Make sure you have a tissue on hand.  Also check out their blog which documents their experience and its many miracles.Today Show Interview Family Blog:

Haru and Haiku

Mama’s Losin’ It Challenge3.) Write a Haiku that describes what you love about an ordinary day.(To do this correctly, and beautifully, is harder than it seems, at least for me).The tales he could tellev’ry one a swishing wagFrom wet nose to tailThe sun peeks overwanting to see her shadowsjust like yesterday
5.) Share some photos and stories as well as what you love about spring.I don’t really have any stories to go with my spring photos other than the general feeling I have every time I see little bits of green pushing their way out of the thawing ground.  It’s excitement, the kind that makes one giddy, bouncy, squeal-ish, and should one have a tail, it would definitely be wagged at an amazingly fast tempo.  It’s a time of year when 40 degrees Fahrenheit is nearly tropical and if the sun has so much as shot a ray on a piece of dormant grass, I am the one chasing it down for more.  In this most glorious of seasons, I could also be one of those caught outside talking to sleeping pl…

A + B = A+

Here’s a shot of Baby B, or shall we call her Miss B?  Miss A was looking the other way during the camera shots.  I went to the doctor today and everything is going well and as far as moms carrying twins go, I got an A+.  See?  I do know my biology Mr. Whoever-it-was who gave me a C in high school, or at least my innards do.  We’re measuring at 29 weeks with Miss A coming in at 2 lbs. 13 oz. and Miss B at 2 lbs. 15 oz.  both are head up and facing each other, perfect for conversation and close enough that they can keep each other’s secrets without even an ultra-sound technician finding them out.  Secrets like who’s the one constantly stepping on mommy’s bladder or who keeps jabbing a finger into mommy’s old scars.  Girls.

Baby Huey

Dear Dr. Minivan,Am I the only woman on earth who thinks maternity pictures, specifically the naked belly poses, are the weirdest things ever?  If you’re going to do it, you might as well document the whole grotesque thing from start to finish.  1.  Flat stomach, or in my case, baggy stomach from previous pregnancies.  2.  The growing of the bulge, month by month up to the belly button pop, cooked turkey-timer style.  3.  The ready-to-explode stomach leaving the stretch marks and any other scars there.  Photoshop will be a no-no.  4. The post delivery belly as it returns, or tries to return, to the proper pre-pregnancy size and placement.  I think what is most disturbing about these pictures is the bare belly.  I must have a keener sense of Victorian modesty during my own pregnancy, than others.  I’m constantly trying to find the longer pregnancy shirts, the larger belly holding pant waste bands, all in an attempt  to NOT look like Baby Huey.   In the past, and even now, we take pict…

Pinewood Derby

Vroom, vroom!  Our first Pinewood Derby!  Reed’s is the red and white striped one and Douglas’ is the red with blue flames on it.  He wanted to name it “flamer” but I discouraged such a name after I was able to wipe away the tears and breath once more, then I suggested, “blue fire.”  He liked it.They had the coolest track!  All of the race times were put into a computer and then displayed on a projector for instant results.Watching the cars race.    Douglas ended up with the award for “Best Workmanship” and Reed for “Coolest Weight Placement” along with the best orange drink mustache.  That stuff is nasty!  It tastes just like that stuff the doctor gives you for the blood glucose test, ick!  We all had a great time and now know what we’re up against for next year.  Time to do a little bit of research and talk to some pro derby dudes.